love at first sight

On the first night at the inn, Guan Qingxuan slept very restlessly.

The discomfort of fever and the exhaustion of exhausted spiritual energy restricted his actions and disturbed his thoughts.

Downstairs, the discussion of the various fairy masters was bustling and ebullient, which was also mixed with the tiny sound of cups and plates clashing.

Liang Qian's erratic voice came slowly: "Tomorrow's plan is temporarily drawn up, and we will deal with any emergencies."

Someone asked: "Immortal Master Liang, is the Immortal Venerable alright? If not, don't force yourself tomorrow."

Guan Qingxuan was startled when he heard the words, and after a while, he heard Liang Qian say: "It's nothing. Don't worry, everyone, the immortal is just tired."

"... Immortal Master Liang, do you really decide to go alone with the Immortal Venerable, so you don't need to add more people?"

Liang Qian said: "No need. For the mere matter of harvesting souls, one immortal is enough. I am just an assistant, and this does not require too many people. Besides, guarding the mountain is an important matter related to the lives of the villagers on the mountainside, and it is a contribution to be able to do more. "

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone shut their mouths, unable to give any reason to refute.

In the end, the evening chat broke up hastily, and everyone went back to their rooms to prepare for tomorrow.

Liang Qian went to the official Qingxuan room.He knocked on the door panel and pushed it in lightly, and saw the thin figure standing alone in front of the window.

"Ah Xuan, why are you awake?"

Guan Qingxuan turned around, his brows were furrowed, and he said, "I can't sleep..."

"Huh? You still have a fever, how can you not take a good rest, why can't you sleep?"

As Liang Qian spoke, she approached Guan Qingxuan. However, when the other party took the first step, a messy wave of spiritual power swayed gently, which was exactly the aura around Guan Qingxuan.

He suddenly stopped and asked, "Why are your fluctuations so unstable? What happened?"

"..." Guan Qingxuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "I had a dream..."

"Dream?" Liang Qian looked confused, "Could it be a nightmare?"

"No." Guan Qingxuan shook his head and said, "It's that fierce spirit on Yinshan Mountain."

"A fierce spirit?" Hearing this, Liang Qian's expression changed drastically, and he said, "What's going on?"

"...Liang Qian, do you still remember the wound on Han Ling's chest? Fortunately, I insisted that he stay in Lingxuan Mountain, as far away from Yin Mountain as possible."

Liang Qian heard the mystery in Guanqing's mysterious words, and hurriedly said, "Could it be that Han Ling's wound has recurred again? Is there something wrong? What exactly did you dream about?"

Guan Qingxuan raised his eyes to look at Liang Qian, his clear eyes were full of fear and helplessness, Liang Qian couldn't help being taken aback, since he knew Guan Qingxuan until now, he had never seen him show such a cowardly expression, whether it was No matter how difficult the situation is, the smile is always the same.

"...Ah Xuan, don't worry, nothing will happen, everything will be fine."

Liang Qian pulled Guan Qingxuan to sit in front of the tea table, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, poured it into the teapot, pushed it forward, and said, "Come and have a cup of tea, peace of mind."

Guan Qingxuan picked up the teacup, looked at the reflection inside, and said, "Liang Qian, I'm afraid the evil spirit will soon be overwhelmed. The dream just now was He was warning me not to act rashly, otherwise, the wounds on Han Ling's body will be linked Affected, in the end, will..."

"Ah Xuan, calm down, tell me first, how much has your spiritual power recovered?"

"...Liang Qian, I'm sorry." Guan Qingxuan lowered his head and whispered, "At present, there are [-]% of it, I'm sorry, I lied to you..."

"Oh..." Liang Qian sighed, and said helplessly, "I know, I already knew."

Guan Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "You know all about it? Then why...don't you blame me? Don't you scold me for being so stupid?"

"Ah Xuan, I've done everything, is it useful for me to scold you again? It's better to help you deal with it together. Besides, if it were me, I might do the same."

Liang Qian took a sip of tea, sighed again, got up and walked to Guan Qingxuan's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Guan Qingxuan suddenly felt soreness and burning in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, choked up and said, "Liang Qian, thank you...it's good to know you."

"Ah Xuan... are you on fire again? How dare you say such things." Liang Qian nervously pressed the back of her hand to Guan Qingxuan's forehead, and after a while, she made sure it wasn't burning, and then said: "As I said, don't talk to me." I thank you, I am your brother, I should support you for the rest of my life.”

He drank the tea in the cup, and before Guan Qingxuan could speak, he said again: "Okay, it's getting late, Axuan, rest well, I'll go first." After finishing speaking, he turned around and quickly exited the room .

The surroundings returned to calm again, and the heat in the cup dissipated, leaving only the warmth of the palm.

Guan Qingxuan raised his head and drank the bottom of the cup, the unique tea fragrance filled his mouth and slid down his throat, it really had a calming effect.

A cup of light tea, many knots.The water waves are rippling, and thousands of threads are not scattered.

The silvery white moonlight shone gently on the window sill, Guan Qingxuan looked at the frost all over the ground in a daze, and suddenly, a strong resentment came over him.

The few shadows outside the window swayed, and a dark shadow flashed in the bright field of vision.

Guan Qingxuan stood up vigilantly, pressed his right hand on the crescent scimitar at his waist, held his breath and concentrated.There was a trace of dangerous murderousness around, it seemed to be approaching, but it was faintly visible.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind came, Guan Qingxuan suddenly drew out the scimitar, a cold light flashed, and firmly blocked the attack from his side.

The black air condensed under the knife, gradually turning into a vague human shape.

Guan Qingxuan was startled immediately, he didn't expect that after ten years, the fierce spirit could already transform into clear facial features, moreover, the outline became more and more familiar.

There was a strange smile on Ji Ling's face, and his empty eyes stared straight at Guan Qingxuan, his expression was seven points similar to Han Ling's.

The strength against the scimitar gradually increased, and the black energy around the ominous spirit gradually spread, and it seemed that it was about to lose control. Guan Qingxuan immediately climbed onto the window sill and ran out.

The piercing wind kept whistling, and under the bright moonlight, Guan Qingxuan ran through one street after another, through winding alleys, in order to find a deserted open space that would not affect the residents of the house.

The ominous spirit in the rear disappeared within a short while, Guan Qingxuan still ran wildly, he believed that the ominous spirit hadn't left yet, and must still be following nearby.

The buildings beside the road are much sparser than those in the city. In the end, there are only a few small temples left on both sides.Guan Qingxuan ran forward for a while, then stopped, panting heavily.

Unknowingly, he ran into a large square, and behind the square stood an abandoned ancient temple.

The outer wall of the ancient temple has long since been mottled and peeled off. Looking at the main hall from the open door, it is a mess, obviously no one is in charge.

In the dead of night, only the noise of fallen leaves was left. Guan Qingxuan held a scimitar and looked around cautiously. Not long after, the dark wind blew up again, and with fierce killing intent, it approached Guan Qingxuan.

The sword qi collided, knocking both sides back a few steps. Guan Qingxuan looked at the fierce spirit who looked like Han Ling. There were many wounds of different sizes and depths intertwined on his body, like some kind of sorcery, and it looked really scary.

The fierce spirit let out an unpleasant low growl, its eyes were fierce, and its bloody right hand was covered with a layer of black mist. The black mist sometimes turned into sharp blades, and sometimes sneaked into it.

Guan Qingxuan frowned slightly, touched his waist, there was nothing there, just now when he was flustered, he left the feather fan in the inn.At this moment, he only has a scimitar in his hand, which he is not good at using, and the rest doesn't even have a piece of ordinary talisman paper.

Compared with the calm grasp of the fierce spirit, the situation at this moment is really more dangerous for Guan Qingxuan. After a while, the black air entangled again, and quickly climbed up along the tip of the silver knife, tightly twisting .

Guan Qingxuan was about to slash down with the scimitar, cut off all entanglements, then stepped forward with his back foot, and took the initiative to meet him.

The white sharp blade flashed past his eyes, and the evil spirit slowly raised his right hand, directly blocking the hard blade, and in an instant, he quickly flashed behind Guan Qingxuan, aimed at the back of the neck, and raised his hand to strike down.

Bang!

The broken right hand landed on the hard scimitar, completely vulnerable to a single blow, blood and flesh flew all over the place, and it was bloody red.

Taking advantage of the gap between the fierce spirit's reaction, Guan Qingxuan turned around and made another stab. This knife slashed on the fierce spirit's shoulder, and then slashed down to the waist, leaving a terrifying scar oozing with black blood.

After several moves, the fierce spirit was no more flexible than Guan Qingxuan, and his already riddled body became even more devastated. Under constant persecution, his resentment multiplied and was on the verge of breaking out.

Guan Qingxuan used the magic formula to counteract the evil spirit, but he was unable to do what he wanted, the spiritual power in his body was not enough to deal with the strong resentment, taking advantage of the gap in the defense, a few strands of black energy rushed into his body.

"Hmm..." Guan Qingxuan shook his head, feeling dizzy for a while, some blurry pictures flashed in his mind, and gradually became clear as the black air invaded.

A small figure broke into his sight, it was a young boy about five or six years old,

At this moment, the boy was shrinking in a dark corner and shivering. His body was covered with wounds of various sizes. His beautiful face was pale and bloodless, but his pair of black eyes were still piercing.

Guan Qingxuan couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, he recognized the little boy in the picture as Han Ling, they hadn't met at this time, he didn't know about Han Ling's past, and he didn't expect that before meeting him, Han Ling's past was like this kind of day.

No wonder when they first met, Han Ling told him that he had no parents and no home. Living in such an environment, how could he feel at home?Not to mention that there will be sufficient care, not even the most basic care.

The boy was still nestled in the corner in a daze, without any change in expression on his face, as if he had already gotten used to all this.At this time, a young man walked out from the other end of the corridor. He seemed to be a few years older than Han Ling, and he was already a young student. His appearance was somewhat similar to Han Ling's, except that his eyes couldn't see the stars.

He looked down at the boy at his feet disdainfully, then raised his foot and kicked vigorously, landed on the boy's bruised body, hummed softly, and left.

Guan Qingxuan's heart sank to the bottom, he clenched the scimitar tightly in his hand, his palm was soaked in cold sweat, it was icy cold.

Screen jumps.

The scene this time is a vast bamboo forest. In the picture, the boy is holding a small bamboo branch and waving it towards the air.On the side, the young boy was holding a long sword, and he was also gesticulating in the air, which was exactly the same as the boy's movements, but in Guan Qingxuan's eyes, there was a huge gap between the boy and the boy. Aptitude is obviously not as good as that of boys.

God is really unfair. Although hard work can make up for one's weakness, in the final analysis, it is still one's own aptitude that ultimately determines the level of achievement.

The boy waved it rudely again, and frowned irritably, as if he felt his own inadequacy, he glanced at the boy who was still practicing, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.After a while, he said coldly, "Bastard, come here."

The boy was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then immediately put down the bamboo branch, walked over, and called obediently, "Brother."

"Who is your elder brother? You are hesitant to ask you to come here, and you don't want to live anymore?" The young man sneered contemptuously, and pressed the long sword against the boy's shoulder. With a little force, a few drops of blood flowed down from the sword tip.

The boy frowned in pain, his little face distorted.

"Heh, haha, hahaha, you resist, stop me, bastard, what are you doing!"

The young man laughed wildly, with endless madness in his eyes, and lost his mind.

The disturbing laughter lingered in Guan Qingxuan's ears, like a lingering nightmare.

The screen jumps again.

The green bamboo forest faded away, and the surrounding area turned into darkness.

Judging from the setting, this place seems to be a study room, and the faint candlelight on the table is the only light source.

Little Han Ling was sitting at the table, reading the contents of the scroll seriously by the dim light of the candle.

Occasionally, a few people walked past the window, and low whispers and noises spread into the room, but they did not affect the boy at all.

Seeing the boy's hard work, Guan Qingxuan raised the corners of his mouth.At this time, the door was pushed open forcefully.

A woman rushed in from outside. She gave the boy a bitter look, picked up a book from the cabinet, and left quickly.

The boy didn't care about the woman's reaction, even if there were sarcastic abuse from outside.

"It's just the son of a whore. There's no need to put on a show. A bastard is a bastard. It's so unlovable."

Hearing these words, Guan Qingxuan felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.How can such a young child bear such blatant malice? Why should the child bear the grievances made by the parents?

The boy sighed softly, closed the scroll in his hand, and blew out the candle.

The screen then fades away.

It was pitch black, and strange sounds sounded without warning, from far to near, and then from near to far, echoing in Guan Qingxuan's ears.

For a moment, the screen lit up.In the small space, snow-white candles formed a circle on the ground, and in the center of the circle was a strange blood-red totem.

This time there is no boy in the scene, only a young man. At this time, he looks a little longer than before, and it seems that many months have passed.

Guan Qingxuan looked at the totem carefully, and a few passages of the contents of the tome vaguely flashed in his mind. After a while, he remembered the function of those totems, and couldn't help but tremble.

Although the totem on the ground is not as exquisite as in the book, it can still be seen that the function of the totem is to summon souls.

Invite the soul to possess the body, and use your strength to fulfill your wish.Summoning souls is an extremely yin art, a sorcery that pays the most price for one's own body and will, and is forbidden by the orthodox sects, and only a few unpopular scrolls record it. Seeing the sketch of the young man's escape, Guan Qingxuan felt helpless sigh.

Judging from the situation, the young man's plan must have failed, and he was devoured by the attracted souls of the dead, and he has ended up in the present situation. The evil spirit in front of him is probably the young man himself.

Heaven can do evil, but self-inflicted evil cannot live. Doing such a thing that violates the laws of heaven and human relations will eventually get retribution.

Guan Qingxuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.He knew everything about the next development, and there was no need to let the evil spirit's resentment invade.So, he moved his right arm, mobilized his spiritual energy, and with a wave of his arm, swept away the remaining evil spirits surrounding him.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Guan Qingxuan tightly circled the scimitar, looked at the fierce spirit ahead, his messy thoughts were instantly ignited by sparks, thinking of the other party hurting Han Ling so excessively, he was very angry.

The evil spirit tilted his head slightly, his ferocious face was covered with black blood stains, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Guan Qingxuan indifferently.

Before, they all thought it was just a resentful spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years, but in fact, it was not the young man himself who had cultivated for a thousand years, but the soul attached to him.

Guan Qing Xuan Dingchu looked at the evil spirit, thinking about how to disperse his soul, although this approach was against morality, but he had to do so.

The vicious spirit moved slowly, black energy condensed in the right palm, and the closer to the edge of the aura released by Guan Qingxuan, the stronger it became.

Guan Qingxuan raised the scimitar, input spiritual power, a little bit of spiritual light lingered on the blade, dazzling the eyes, but a little sparse and dim.

Thirty percent of the spiritual power can last for an hour at most, but according to Guan Qingxuan's control, it can last for about two hours. It is now midnight, and the spiritual power will slowly replenish before the fifth watch, although it is not as fast as it is consumed. But at least it's better than nothing.

Seeing the flickering light spots, the fierce spirit snorted, and rushed forward quickly. The black energy in his hands condensed into a long sword, and the two confronted each other head-on.

Guan Qing waved the scimitar neatly, with the blessing of spiritual power, the heavy blade became lighter and the blade became sharper, and it blocked two attacks in a row.

Swords, swords and swords flickered continuously, and white clothes fluttered lightly. Under the starlight, it was like falling dazzling stars, like a poem and a painting, like a leisurely and soft song.

The sound of clashing swords echoed in the huge square, shocking people's hearts, and the ground trembled slightly due to the actions of the two.

Guan Qingxuan blocked all the attacks calmly, and counterattacked uninterruptedly, forcing the fierce spirit into a corner. Suddenly, the world spun, he accidentally lost his center of gravity, and the angle of the scimitar in his hand was deflected, failing to block the straight black attack. sword.

Seeing that it was too late to raise his hand again, Guan Qingxuan shook his drowsy head and raised his arm to receive the blow.

In the next second, a white light suddenly appeared, and the black sword was blocked by an invisible force an inch away from Guan Qingxuan. There was a huge cracking sound, and the condensed evil energy instantly disintegrated and disappeared.

Guan Qingxuan paused in astonishment, before he recovered his senses, he felt his back collar tighten, and was pulled back and stuffed behind him.

"Ah Xuan, are you alright?"

"...Liang Qian?" Guan Qingxuan blinked, finally saw the visitor clearly, and said again: "Why are you here? Didn't you go back to your room to rest?"

"I left something in your room. I went back to get it and found that you were not there, so I followed the trail outside the window."

Liang Qian let go of Guan Qingxuan's collar, her eyes drifted to the fierce spirit in front of her, she was startled for a moment, then slowly turned to Guan Qingxuan, and asked, "This... is that fierce spirit how, how..."

"You want to ask why you look so similar to Han Ling, right?"

"Yes." Liang Qian nodded vigorously and said, "Why is this? Could it be a brother?"

Guan Qingxuan sighed, nodded, paused, shook his head again, and said, "It's brothers, but it's not. To be precise, it should be a half-brother relationship, and Han Ling is... an illegitimate child."

When it came to the end, Guan Qingxuan hesitated for a while. He didn't think this was an unspeakable scandal, but he didn't want too many people to know. After all, for Han Ling, this was his private matter.

"Ah Xuan, are you serious? Then... well... it's really hard for him." Liang Qian sighed heavily, looked at Guan Qingxuan who was hesitant to speak, and then smiled: "Don't worry, I won't Let’s talk about it, let’s call it a day.”

"Liang Qian, thank you." Guan Qingxuan evoked a warm smile, bowed slightly, and extended his most sincere thanks.

Liang Qian was stunned for a moment, then he stroked the frowning brows, walked up to Guan Qingxuan, took the scimitar, and stuffed the object into the opponent's hand, and then stretched out his hand to Guan Qingxuan. On Qingxuan's back, a white light overflowed from his fingertips and slowly merged into it.

Guan Qingxuan's body trembled, and he looked down, only to realize that what he was holding was the Qingling Feather Fan that he had been thinking about so much, and he wanted to thank him just now, but was blocked by Liang Qian.

"Ah Xuan, this knife is not suitable for you, let me do it. Silver moon scimitar, I haven't seen it for a while!"

Liang Qian looked at the silver-white blade, withdrew her hand, and said with a smile, "Is this spiritual power enough? If not, wait for me for a while, I have to deal with that fierce spirit first, the barrier is about to be pierced by him. "

"Okay, it's enough, you can go." Guan Qingxuan quickly waved his hand, raised it casually, and swept out a gust of wind, pushing the evil spirit two or three feet away, saying: "Now I have [-]% of the spiritual power in my body ,Don't worry."

"Haha, that's good, I'm afraid this method is too slow!" Liang Qian laughed, and the ambiguous court official Qingxuan blinked and raised his eyebrows, then turned around and ran towards the evil spirit.

Guan Qingxuan was stunned for a while before he understood what Liang Qian meant, his face was blushed immediately, and he cursed angrily, "Liang Qian! You bastard!"

Liang Qian's laughter came softly, accompanied by the short sharp sound of swords clashing, echoing around.

Guan Qingxuan gave Liang Qian a hard look, crossed his legs, and channeled the spiritual power in his body instead.The evil spirit just now still remained in his body and affected him, so he had to use spiritual power to suppress it.

The two energies with opposing attributes pushed each other out, Guan Qingxuan frowned in discomfort, he looked at Liang Qian who was still fighting fiercely, and suppressed all his unhappiness.

Suddenly, a fishy sweetness surged up from his throat, and he was caught off guard.

Guan Qingxuan groaned, gritted his teeth hard, and propped himself up, but he still couldn't hide from the focused person in front of him.

Hearing something strange, Liang Qian quickly turned her head, saw Guan Qingxuan's pale face, was startled, and quickly shouted from the air: "Ah Xuan, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine!... Concentrate, leave me alone... Mmm!"

Another burst of fishy sweetness surged up, interrupting Guan Qingxuan's words, the evil energy in his body began to stir restlessly, and it was almost stronger than the [-]% spiritual power.

"Ah Xuan!"

Guan Qingxuan propped himself up in a daze, and held down his head that was about to explode.Liang Qian's voice began to become erratic, far and near, indistinct.

In a trance, Guan Qingxuan coughed a few times, and traces of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and flowed down.

"Guan Qingxuan!" Seeing this, Liang Qian was very flustered, and wanted to get away to Guan Qingxuan's side several times, but was thwarted by the evil spirit again and again. He could only look anxiously at the blood dripping on the white clothes, helpless.

In the end, Guan Qingxuan swayed unsteadily, the feather fan in his hand landed quietly, and the next second, his body fell down.

The surroundings suddenly became silent, Guan Qingxuan couldn't hear or see clearly, he just felt his body getting heavier and heavier, even breathing became difficult, and his heart felt sore and painful every time he took a breath.At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps beside him, and for a while, a force supported the weight of his body.