Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The violent wind finally subsided, no longer ravaging the abandoned courtyard with raging minions.

Since Tianxing held the Fang Ding, time has only passed in a short moment. However, the abandoned courtyard has changed its appearance. The ancestral hall has completely collapsed. , leaving a vast expanse of white loam, with only two strings of footprints covering it, overlapping each other.

The two figures also overlapped in one place.

Di Dongqing's ponytail was blown away, his face was covered with dust, his chest was oppressed as if being run over by a boulder, and he couldn't stop panting heavily.

His cheek was still lightly pressed against the back of Lu Zhengqiu's neck, and his bright and hot breath spilled into the hollow of Lu Zhengqiu's neck.

Lu Zhengqiu was almost trapped in his arms, all the strength in his body was exhausted, only his throat still had some strength left.He moved his lips and called out in a low voice, "Holly...?"

The arm around his side froze, and finally let him go a little, but one hand was still firmly on his shoulder.

He tried to turn his head, and the sideburns on the side of his ears accidentally rubbed against the other's cheeks, and a familiar voice penetrated into his ears against the sideburns: "Master, I thought... I thought..."

There was a strong nasal voice in the young man's words, he only spoke half of the sentence, and the remaining half of the sentence slipped back to the depths of his throat along with the choking sound.

Lu Zhengqiu held his breath, and finally heard suppressed sobs, accompanied by a slight shaking of his shoulders, rising and falling suddenly, like the tide quietly lapping on the embankment in the night.

His holly was crying.

The crying was chewed and swallowed into the stomach, almost hiding it without showing any traces. However, the two were so close, the tears that were too late to wipe away still poured out of the eye sockets, dripped down the firm outline, and fell on his cheeks.

He blinked, but there was still only a hole in his eyes.He suddenly hated his own eyes, unable to see those precious tears clearly, let alone wipe them away carefully.

He could only stay in the darkness, uttering words with dry lips: "Silly boy, Master still misses you."

Di Dongqing's breathing stagnated, and one hand slid down his shoulder to his wrist, took over the Fang Ding in his hand, and raised it to his eyes for observation.

Fang Ding has completely cooled down, and the originally fine and dense Kuilong pattern is covered with a new layer of scars, which are messy and interlaced, with different shades, as if they have been repeatedly cut by invisible sharp blades.

Even Di Dongqing could see that there was no longer any spiritual power in the tripod.

He turned his eyes back to his master's face, and asked in a trembling voice: "What happened just now, has Xiyang merged with your body?"

Lu Zhengqiu nodded slowly, the subtle movements made Di Dongqing's heart tighten rapidly.

He remembered what his master had said about summer grass and winter worms. Xia Qiyuan searched for the resting soil to prepare an immortal body for moving his soul. However, this mission originally belonged to Tianxing, but was taken away by Lu Zhengqiu.

He asked in a dreamlike voice: "Master, you had this plan long ago, didn't you? The reason why you let the Demon Cult follow my whereabouts is because you are not afraid of Xi Rang being found by them. You have already decided to replace Tian Xing yourself." ,you……"

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't see his face, but he could hear his Adam's apple rolling up and down, trying to swallow his choked voice.

The elder spoke instead of him and said, "Don't worry, maybe Xiyang can eat away at my body, but he can't take away my soul, because I have hidden it elsewhere."

Di Dongqing raised her head again and asked, "Where is it?"

"it's here."

Lu Zhengqiu's hands groped along the young man's shoulders all the way down to the front chest, and gently pressed his fingertips on his heart.

The beating of my heart almost stopped for a moment.

Di Dongqing's trembling hands slowly covered her chest, stroking each other's fingers one by one, gathered them in the palm of her hand, slowly picked them up, and stuck them to her cheeks.

There was still dirt and dirt on Lu Zhengqiu's hands, and his fingertips rubbed against the young man's sharp-edged jaw, leaving a rough touch.He couldn't help retracting his arms, and whispered in his mouth: "No, it's dirty."

However, his wrist was firmly grasped by the opponent, and with inexplicable force, he pressed it back to its proper position.

"... mine, it's mine."

The young man didn't seem to hear his warning at all, he just turned his head slightly, put his cheek into his fingers, and closed his eyes at the same time.

The long and black eyelashes fluttered, and a look of supreme satisfaction floated on the young and stubborn cheeks.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't make another sound. At this moment, between them, any words are superfluous.

The two of them didn't move any more, they just stood quietly in one place, one lingering in the palm of the other.

The touch on the fingers is delicate and vivid, like tangled spider silk, affecting every ups and downs of the chest.Lu Zhengqiu's heart throbbed violently, and the sound of the drum almost burst through his chest.For the first time, he realized that the sweetness brought by a moment of cuddling was better than all hugs, kisses and lingering.

At this moment, the affection flowing in his heart has already surpassed desire.Desire is fire, hot but short-lived, flammable and extinguishable, fleeting.And his holly is a lamp, the only one in the world, always bright in the dark, far or near, never fading.

Rubbing his hand on Holly's cheek, he felt a slight tingling pain in his palm, and he asked in surprise, "Holly, have you grown a beard?"

"Really?" Dongqing also showed surprise.

"Only a little."

"Even I didn't realize it myself."

He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems that my holly has grown up."

He didn't know how soft his tone was, he sounded almost like an ordinary person who was overwhelmed by love, and his joy made him forget himself, so smug that he almost believed that he, too, could enjoy supreme happiness.

Such a lamp, no one can not be greedy.

"Holly, I'm afraid..."

He tried to speak, but only spit out a few sporadic words, and he couldn't continue.

He waited for a long time, but Dongqing didn't answer. He realized in a trance that even those words just stayed deep in his throat, and didn't really come out.

The world is still cruel, and even a moment of tenderness is not allowed to him.

He keenly discerned a series of footsteps coming from Zhuo Yinglian.

The reason why Xia Qiyuan called Zhuo Yinglian Yaoxian was not because of her martial arts skills, but because of the sound of her footsteps.

When she walked, the sound of her footsteps was as thin as stepping on the strings of a piano.

She said that those were the footsteps she used when she left her father and ran away from home. If she didn't have such light footsteps, she would have died under the greedy swords of Jianghu warriors.

Her life is not a solitary string, either advancing or retreating, singing or breaking, and there is never a second way to choose.

Lu Zhengqiu pushed away the shoulders in his arms, forced himself to stand firm, and just like before, stretched out one arm to block in front of his apprentice.

At least, he would not allow anyone to take away his lamp until he did it himself.

However, his worries were unnecessary. Before the master and apprentice could do anything, the emissary of the Devil's Cult was blocked by a third person.

A look of astonishment appeared on Zhuo Yinglian's face.

It never occurred to her that this scarred man was still alive.Not only was he alive, he was even full of energy. There was no sign of poisoning, and even the wounds on his forearm and fingers were no longer bleeding.

She gritted her teeth and said the person's name word by word: "Shen Zhaoyun."