Ye Qing returned to the back mountain house, he had entered the stage of Qi training, a monk with sharp five senses, he flew over with his sword, and heard the sound of some kind of furniture cracking from a distance.
   Who is fighting?
   The sound was earth-shattering.
   Ye Qing is very experienced. Going to a furniture store in Xianyu City to purchase a brand new set of furniture would cost at least a thousand spirit stones.
   He Yujian gradually approached, and then found that the movement was getting louder.
   Ye Qing widened his eyes: “???”
   Is it my home? He speeded up the speed of Yujian, and swept back home familiarly.
   Sure enough, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he felt the tense atmosphere and the creaking sound of the house being broken. Ye Qing was pierced by the piercing sound, and his heart almost jumped out.
   Well done, why are the brothers fighting again.
   Are you tired of fighting every day?
   Only when the family is harmonious can everything prosper!
   Ye Qing pushed open the door in a panic, her eyes were piercing, she was about to reproach her, but she was frightened by the scene before her, her dark and delicate pupils shrank suddenly.
   “elder brother!”
   There was deep shock in the voice.
   Having been together under the same roof for more than ten years, Ye Qing is no longer a cub who is easy to deceive. He knows the temperament of the ghost prince Yan Chili. Bullying!
   As a result, the scene that caught his eyes was beyond his expectation.
   Yu Jinghan held a jade slip in one hand and a sword in the other. He had a handsome face expressionless, and a sense of oppression exuded from his whole body, with a long sword in his hand.
   The sword rested on Guixiu’s neck, above his thin collarbone and below his white throat.
   The young Jianxiu’s dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, filled with gloom. His aura was indifferent and domineering, and it looked like he had just erupted.
   Seeing Ye Qing come in.
   Yu Jinghan froze for a moment, then suddenly looked at the ground, and his hand clinging to the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened.
   Ye Qing didn’t notice it, and looked at the ground again, his heart stopped suddenly.
   The young ghost cultivator fell on the ground. He already had a unique face with his eyes closed. His narrow eyebrows, high nose bridge and blood-colored lips were very wanton and delicate. But compared to this face, which is dizzy and magical even in a coma, it is the miserable state of the other party, lying on the broken wood in a state of embarrassment, with blood dripping from every strand of hair and every corner of his clothes.
   Yan Chili is a ghost, his face is usually white, as if he has never seen the sun in his life. Now it seems that he has been seriously injured, and his face is even more white than before.
   Like a piece of suet white jade soaked in a pool of blood.
   The room in the house is bright, and the lighting technique is very bright, Ye Qing can’t make a mistake.
   The snow-white skin, broken furniture and bright red blood, this scene is really soul-stirring.
   What, what’s wrong?
   Ye Qing was so frightened that he rushed towards him without thinking, “Brother Yan, are you alright?!”
   “Why do you fight with swords?”
   Ye Qing made this confused question, he accidentally touched the skin of the young ghost, and he felt a thump in his heart: It’s so cold.
   He didn’t know if ghost’s skin was born like this, or if Yan Chili was an exception, it was smoother and more delicate than silk fabric, giving off a chill.
   My brother didn’t really lose too much blood, did he?
   When Ye Qing was thinking wildly, a hand with strong bones rested on his shoulder.
   Ye Qing woke up suddenly, and found that the young Guixiu’s handsome face was very close to him, his eyes were half-closed, and his breathing was very shallow, as if he had been seriously injured.
   His voice was very hoarse and intermittent, as if each word had gone through untold hardships before it was squeezed out of his throat. And what he said was: “Qingqing, you are finally back, your brother Yu probably lost control of his devilish energy and wants to kill me.”
   “Impossible! How could Brother Yu get out of control?”
   Ye Qing’s first reaction was disbelief.
   “The blood on my body is the proof…” Yan Chili squinted his eyes slightly as if he had lost too much blood, and leaned against the child again.
   “Brother, are you okay?”
   Even a three-year-old cub can’t resist the soul-stirring charm of monsters, not to mention that Ye Qing’s appreciation of aesthetics has improved to a higher level when he grows up. Gui Xiu’s aggressive handsome face was placed on his shoulder, and his breath was blowing slightly, making Ye Qing push it away, and it’s not right to run away.
   Not to mention Ye Qing panicked when he saw the blood on his hands.
   “Why did Brother Yu point his sword at you? Did you provoke him?”
   No matter what, he couldn’t lie on the ground anymore, he was dizzy and his feet felt weak when he saw the blood all over the ground.
   Facing the accusation of a child (in the eyes of a monk who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Ye Qing’s age is basically equal to a child).
   “Who knows…he may have been jealous of me for a long time.”
   Yan Chili’s tone was weak, and he approached Ye Qing again, as if using Ye Qing as a support, and touched Ye Qing’s hand with the tip of his face and nose.
   Ye Qing wanted to push it away, but when he saw that his hands were covered in blood.
   “…”
   A little dizzy.
   “Brother, why are you pointing your sword at him?”
   This time, Ye Qing asked Yu Jinghan.
   Yu Jinghan didn’t speak, but with a “clank”, an icy light burst out from the blade of the sword. He drew the sword back into its sheath, lowered his head slightly, and looked even taller. He happened to be standing in the light and shadow, and the light started from the bridge of his nose, dividing his expression into two halves, one half was cold as ice, and the other half was taciturn.
   Both he and Guixiu knew it well.
   He will not say it, the reason is extremely absurd.
   Because of a voice——
   There is another sentence, “You do your duty well, don’t think that you shouldn’t. Qingqing regards you as an older brother, so don’t let him down.”
   The two broke out with murderous intent.
   He also did have the feeling of a gradual demonic barrier, something blocked in the spiritual acupoint before a stick of incense was broken, and the demonic energy was rampant in the meridians.
   In the end, he didn’t make a sound, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and he stood aside without saying a word.
   Anyway, that was the case, and he had nothing to defend himself against. However, Ghost Cultivator was obviously more scheming than him. His Mahayana stage cultivation base covered the entire mountain, Ye Qing’s every move was under his control, and his sword happened to cut through the opponent’s chest and skirt.
   ——It’s weird!
   Ye Qing’s eyes were burning, he looked first at Yu Jinghan, then at Yan Chili, his dark eyes showed a desire for knowledge.
   But he is a good boy, he will not easily explore other people’s secrets. He thought for a while and said: “This is a misunderstanding, you can’t do this next time.”
   The child’s voice is nice to hear, and the way he whispers to smooth things over is a bit cute.
   Hey, the child has grown up, so it’s not easy to lie.
   Yan Chili looked at the other person’s appearance, a part of her heart was very soft, and she pursed her lips and smiled, “Qingqing, no matter what, it’s a fact that I was hurt.”
   His voice was weak and hoarse.
   Oh yes!
   “Brother, I will help you to bed, and I will also feed you the healing elixir.” Ye Qing returned to his senses, reaching out to help, and at the same time fumbled for the storage bag, looking flustered.
   After two seconds of confusion, reason finally prevailed. He thought it was better to put the injured person who had lost too much blood to bed first, “Brother, I will help you!”
   However, he was not very strong, barely able to lift half of it.
   As soon as he lifted up half of his body, the young ghost cultivator was so weak that he fell in his direction, pressing him firmly, with a furry black head pressed against his neck.
   Li Gui’s skin was almost transparent, his eyes were extremely black, and the pool of blood on the ground contrasted sharply.
   ‘Brother, you are so heavy. ‘
   Ye Qing has been a well-behaved person since he was a child, he swallowed these words silently.
   He was fine at first glance.
   Taking a second look at Brother Yan’s beautiful face, Ye Qing, the young man who controls the face, couldn’t help feeling sorry for him: No matter what, Brother Yan was hurt.
   Yan Chili smiled slightly, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, a little arrogant, and his pupils were shining brightly.
   This scene was exactly the same as in the previous life. In the previous life, Ye Qing saw that his leg was broken and suffered from the pain of cold poison day and night. He also treated him for his injuries. He came to see him almost every day and used the excellent healing medicine for him.
   Only Yu Jinghan fixed his eyes on Yan Chili, the light in his black eyes was sharp and frighteningly bright, and his thick eyebrows were also tightly knit together.
   The emotions in the eyes are changing and intertwined, like the rough sea.
   A heart also boiled slightly, and there was a bit of stagnation that was churning and churning.
   For some reason, he couldn’t get used to Ghost Xiu’s appearance. It’s also possible that he doesn’t want to see Ye Qing being cheated, since Qingqing is so kind, there is no need to radiate excess sympathy on such things.
   He’s a man of few words, he can’t explain, but he can use a sword—
   Only a few sword lights were seen.
   Ye Qing was unharmed, but he lowered his head and was stunned. Because all the clothes on Yan Chili’s chest were torn, this is not the point – the point is that on the young ghost’s strong chest, a large area is completely exposed, very smooth and white, not to mention wounds, there are no sword marks the size of fingernails.
   Those filthy blood stains all stayed on the clothes.
   Ah this? ? ?
   Ye Qing was dumbfounded.
   Yu Jinghan’s expression was unexpectedly calm, and he said in his heart that it was so. His slightly turbulent eyes looked at the shocked child at this moment, and he explained, “Qingqing, I didn’t hurt him, it was he who hit the point of my sword himself.”
   Yan Chili couldn’t pretend anymore.
   His phoenix eyes were slender and slightly raised, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he stretched out his arms, releasing Ye Qing from the pressure of not being tall, and stood up slowly by himself. With a smile on Yanyan’s face, she looked very good-tempered, but the words that came out of her mouth were not the same.
   He said, “Tsk, it’s really in the way.”
   In the dark night, the demon energy is about to rise to the sky.
   ——
   On the other side is Mingsha Prefecture.
   This is the junction of immortals and demons, countless high-level demons are circling in the sky, trying to invade the barrier.
   A sword cultivator in a black robe looked down at the ground coldly, his sword was like a rainbow piercing the sun, and he retreated twenty-three demon cultivators of the same realm. It was Lu Qiyuan, after thirteen years, he had reached the pinnacle and invincible Jindan cultivator.
   Daoist Tianwei started rambling about his impending death again, but Lu Qiyuan didn’t take it seriously, he didn’t take it to heart at all, because he didn’t see any witches or demons at all.
   He is currently in the yellow sand, which is a dangerous place that ordinary monks dare not set foot in. Yun Zhongque’s disciples are chatting and guarding here while roasting monsters. While the wind and sand were blowing, Lu Qiyuan picked up a piece of jade. How should I describe this jade? The quality of the jade is transparent, very clean and clear, which makes people think of a pair of equally clear eyes.
   He had a calm face, but gently put the jade into the storage bag.
   Since suffering from lovesickness, he felt that many things were full of poetry and picturesque. What “the mountains and rivers are different, the wind and the moon are in the same sky”, the first time he encountered this sentence, he held the sword in both arms, his face was indifferent, like any incomprehensible swordsman in the world. It was only later that he felt that this was really good. They were not in a region of mountains and rivers, but when they looked up, they shared the same bright moon.
   “Brother Lu, are you going to return to Yuanzong again?”
   Sitting by the campfire, a junior turned to ask curiously.
   Lu Qiyuan was obviously taken aback by the question, his gaze slightly slipped away: “Is it so obvious?”
   Disciple Yun Zhongque: It’s super obvious! ! !
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