Taoist Quick Wear

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, high nose, thin lips, and ice-like skin and bones.

There is a bright blood line from the forehead to the chin, like a symmetry axis, dividing his face into two halves. On the left side of the face is written "Sang", and on the right side is written "Li", the handwriting is very clumsy, like a naughty child carved with a knife. But these two words are deeply engraved on his face, like scars, and like birthmarks.

Even so, he is still very beautiful. Seeing this face, I can't imagine what he looks like intact. Maybe it would be more beautiful without those two words, but Si Qingyan is very stingy with imagination.

Maybe it's because he hasn't seen the sun for many years, his whole person has a kind of bloodless weakness, stepping barefoot on the snow-white carpet, emitting a cold jade-like brilliance.

Because of the blood line on his face from the forehead to the chin, his temperament looks very weird.

"Did I scare you?"

The masked man suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and his handsome face flushed slightly.

Si Qingyan praised sincerely:

"No, you are very beautiful."

Because of this red line, he saw that, except for the two words, the two sides of the masked man's face were exactly the same.

Everyone's left and right sides of the face will be slightly different.

This situation is very rare.

For the weapon refiner, seeing such a face is inexplicably comfortable.

"You are so beautiful, you shouldn't wear a mask."

Si Qingyan looked pious and sincere.

The masked man tried to peek into his mind, but all he saw were scattered and trivial pictures, the waves that beat against the rocks in the dark night, the pink and purple clouds and crescent moon and stars in the sky, and the flowers that bloomed at midnight... The ultimate beauty is not in the skin, but in the silent progress or the vast bloom of life.

The masked man really stopped looking at the mask and said seriously,

"This is for you. Remember my name, I am Sang Li."

He disappeared in the temple, with a sense of fleeing.

"No need to choose, I've found it."

Before Sang Li disappeared, he did not forget to inform the maids of Xize Country to stop selecting candidates for the heavenly sacrifice ceremony.

The maids bowed respectfully and asked those waiting outside today to go back first and wait for notification tomorrow.

As compensation, everyone can get a drop of hibiscus flower dew.

Hibiscus flower dew is a great tonic for the soul.

Although one drop is not much, it is worth a lot of spirit stones.

Lingyue's contracted monster soul was seriously damaged and needed hibiscus flower dew.

Although they were not able to go in today, Lingyue, Yile and Xiao Yan bought some from other female cultivators, so it was worth the trip.

Ye Fufeng, Si Qingyan and Yi Huan waited together in the back hall.

"Since the three fairies have been selected, they are different from ordinary people. Before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods begins, you need to live in the temple, fast and bathe, and learn the rituals of offering sacrifices to the gods."

"After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods, a bottle of hibiscus flower dew will be presented, and you can also get many benefits in the process."

"If you live in the temple, you will have three drops of hibiscus flower dew every day."

Si Qingyan and Ye Fufeng looked at each other and agreed.

Yi Huan did not refuse.

"Friend Si Dao, do you need hibiscus flower dew?" Ye Fufeng whispered.

"Yes." Si Qingyan did not hide it from him. One drop is useless, and more should be able to be extracted and refined, and maybe it can improve the injuries on the soul. Originally, he could not mobilize the power of the soul and could only use blood flames, but in the last world, the situation changed... The blood flame seemed to be too full, lazy, and didn't care much about Si Qingyan, and there was a tendency to fall into a deep sleep. Since it is not burning the soul all the time like before, it can start to recover from the injuries.

"Then I'll give all the Hibiscus Flower Dew I got this time to Fellow Daoist Si." Ye Fufeng instantly felt that he had a place to use his skills.

"No need."

Si Qingyan was very calm.

One or two bottles are not very useful, and the right thing to do is to find the source.

Sang Li is a soul body, and his aura is a bit similar to Si Qingyan. Perhaps he is also a demon cultivator with plant attributes.

"Let's go to the place where we live to pack up and come back at night."

The two originally planned to just watch the excitement, and left their things in the yard, and now they have to go back.

"Okay." The female official in charge of taking care of the fairies had no objection and sent guards to escort them.

When Si Qingyan and Ye Fufeng came back, they found that there were three more residents in the empty right courtyard. This courtyard is rectangular, symmetrical on the left and right, and the hall in the middle is shared.

Previously, Si Qingyan and Ye Fufeng lived in the left courtyard, and now there are people living opposite.

And it happened to be Lingyue and his group.

Fortunately, the people who were selected all had the Mi Li issued by the Temple of God, which can cover their appearance and prevent cultivators from exploring.

Si Qingyan and Ye Fufeng packed up their things and left the yard together.

"Brother Ye!"

Lingyue called out.

Ye Fufeng was unmoved and had no reaction.

The breeze blew, and his curly hair fluttered gently under the mist.

Lingyue even caught up with him and stood in front of Ye Fufeng, but was blocked by the female official.

"Princess, don't be rude."

Lingyue's surname is Sang, and she is the princess of Xize.

If she didn't have such an identity, she might not be able to rent a room in the crowded imperial city today.

"I just want to ask this girl, is your hair like this natural, or is it made by some method... I think it looks good like this."

Ye Fufeng's face, hidden under the mist, was slightly darkened, and he opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was as clear and pleasant as a yellow warbler from the valley,

"Born like this."

After thanking her, Lingyue left disappointed.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation, which means that this person's voice is like this, not Brother Ye. The female cultivator who was traveling with this person was also a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but if she really wanted to think about it, she couldn't remember it.

"Friend Si, what you made is really useful."

Ye Fufeng was talking about a voice changer made by Si Qingyan.

It can change a person's voice and will not emit spiritual power fluctuations.

"It's just a trick."

Si Qingyan has now obtained the right materials and is confident that he can research something that will shock the entire Minglan world!

"Friend Si is really a genius." Ye Fufeng was very sincere.

When talking to Lingyue face to face, she didn't even realize who I was...

Friend Si is really amazing!

"You're too good."

Si Qingyan was very humble. Of course, a little tool doesn't have such a big effect. The green jade vine has the talent to confuse others' senses and disguise the truth. Even Sang Li will inevitably be affected, not to mention Lingyue. Ye Fufeng carried a leaf, which was equivalent to half of Si Qingyan's incarnation, which was more than enough to confuse Lingyue.

Ye Fufeng admired Si Qingyan even more in his heart, and praised Si Qingyan from all angles, and made up his mind to learn from Si Qingyan.

The two returned to the Temple of God under the escort of the guards.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, we will communicate through Ye Zi in the Temple of God. If you have anything to say, just send your thoughts to Ye Zi and I can receive it."

"Okay." Ye Fufeng had already noticed something strange, for example, the masked man in white robe had at least the cultivation level of Yuanying Stage... But the young and brave were not afraid of tigers. They had made such a sacrifice to watch the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven, and they must not give up halfway!

The Temple of God called those who were selected to participate in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven "goddesses."

The two goddesses lived in the same room. When Si Qingyan planned to live with Ye Fufeng, she was summoned to another more luxurious room to live alone.

Ye Fufeng could only live with Yi Huan.

Yi Huan's name is Sang Lingfeng now.

"Why did you drug me?"

Ye Fufeng stared at Yi Huan with cold eyes.

"I get angry as soon as I see you." Yi Huan came over and tried to twist Ye Fufeng's face, but he dodged her.

"Oh, are you afraid of me?"

Ye Fufeng pushed Yi Huan away and said expressionlessly:

"You are always so frivolous?"

"Yeah, do you feel disgusted?"

Yi Huan stared into Ye Fufeng's eyes, wanting to hear an answer.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Ye Fufeng turned his eyes away indifferently and went to sleep on his bed.

Yi Huan went to sleep on his bed and said softly:

"Do you still remember that thirteen years ago, you offended the princess in the palace of Xize Kingdom."

"I remember."

"I took ten lashes for you, Ye Fufeng."

Yi Huan's voice was light and cold, and his eyelashes were slightly wet.

"It was you?" Ye Fufeng was stunned for a moment, then said,

"Then we are even."

Yi Huan saved Ye Fufeng, and Ye Fufeng was cheated by her again, so they canceled each other out.

"Okay."

Yi Huan buried his head in the pillow and forced himself to let go.

Now she is still the saint of Paradise Palace, and those things have not happened. At this time, Ye Fufeng has not become the person that she hates so much. Last time, she was unable to suppress her inner demons, so she took heavy actions against Ye Fufeng.

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In the room, the unique spices of Xize Country were burning. Ye Fufeng relaxed a lot, but recalled his childhood.

At that time, he was an unpopular prince of a neighboring country and was sent to Xize Country as a hostage. He became friends with an unpopular little girl in the palace of Xize Country. Because he was really inconspicuous, except for the unsatisfactory food and clothing, his life was quite comfortable. In the snow, the little girl bumped into the princess to protect him, and was punished with ten whips, and half of her life was lost on the spot.

Ye Fufeng looks healthy now, but he was weak and sick when he was young. He will always remember the little girl's fearless smile and her name, Lingling. That night, in order to save Lingling, Ye Fufeng kowtowed in front of the empress's bedroom and asked for elixir.

At that time, Ye Fufeng had only one thought in his mind, that he must save Lingling, even if he lost his life.

He kowtowed with a loud bang, and felt dizzy, staining a large area of ​​the steps red.

He happened to be seen by the envoys of his home country.

After being brought back to his country, Ye Fufeng showed his unparalleled talent in swordsmanship and became the direct disciple of Yuanying Zhenjun of Taiyi Palace.

From then on, he rose to heaven in one step.

He practiced in seclusion in Taiyi Palace, and asked someone to send Lingling elixirs to treat his injuries, as well as many small things.

Later, when he met Lingyue in Taiyi Palace, she had grown into a young girl, and her eyebrows and eyes were exactly like those of his old friend. Hearing that she was the princess of Xize, Ye Fufeng took more care of her. Lingyue and Yihuan had different temperaments, but they were indeed very similar in appearance. Lingyue was more like Lingling than Yihuan now.

Neither of them spoke, and they were silent for a long time. Finally, Ye Fufeng spoke again:

"How did you live later?"

"Very well."

None of the things Ye Fufeng sent fell into her hands.

Yihuan, who was sick and unconscious, was sold to a brothel and later entered the Paradise Palace.

Because of her outstanding physique, the master of the sect favored her.

She had a lot of blood on her hands, broke her pride, and begged for mercy before she climbed to the position of the saint.

She waited for many years, but Ye Fufeng never came. She only heard that the genius swordsman of Taiyi Palace was engaged to Sang Lingyue, and when Sang Lingyue broke through the Jindan stage, they would officially become Taoist couples. Later... she died, and she returned to the time when she first entered the Paradise Palace as a teenager.

"Yihuan, even if we can't be like when we were kids, we don't have to be mortal enemies."

Yihuan heard the slightly sad words of the current Taoist genius and responded quietly.

Will the future develop like the previous life...

Although she did something very extreme to Ye Fufeng last time, she feels at ease today when they are in the same room together.

Ye Fufeng was not a sinister person who would attack her suddenly.

I shouldn't have been so impulsive last time... Fortunately, nothing happened to Ye Fufeng.

Yihuan regretted it and fell asleep in a daze.

But Ye Fufeng couldn't sleep.

Why does Lingyue... pretend to be Lingling? In the past, when he talked about his childhood in front of Lingyue, everything she showed proved that she was Lingling. The more I recall, the more deliberate I feel.

Why did Yihuan kill someone last time?

Simply because I recognized the wrong person and held a grudge, it's not like this...

When he thought that Yi Huan was a Lingling, Ye Fufeng no longer felt disgusted when he looked at her. Or maybe it wasn't bad enough last time and the beatings I received weren't harsh enough. She said when she was little, you will die if you take those ten lashes, and I don’t regret it. Now Ye Fufeng felt that he was not dead after being poisoned anyway, so he shouldn't hate her too much. It's just that the medicine's properties are still unresolved, and the problem is huge. I must ask her tomorrow.

Yihuan slept with his back stretched out, kicking the quilt away, his posture was very natural, just like he was at home. Ye Fufeng silently pulled the quilt from his body, covered his entire face, wrapped his body tightly, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind.

We are all cultivators, so if we don't cover ourselves for one night, it won't matter. If we don't sleep well and reveal something, it will be very bad. Now he is still wearing a padded bellyband. If it leaks, his reputation will be completely ruined, and Taiyi Palace will be humiliated along with him.

I need to talk to Yihuan tomorrow and ask her to keep it a secret.

The two fell into a deep sleep and had a good night's sleep.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that at the same time, I dreamed about the scene of supporting each other when we were young.

………………

In the other room, the atmosphere was not so good.

Si Qingyan was staying up late studying the Cultivation World Forum.

Sang Li squatted beside him, like a wax statue.

Sang Li during the day and Sang Li at night are two completely different people.

During the day, Sang Li was a little dull, so beautiful, shy and gentle.

At night, Sang Li's IQ was on the line, with a majestic aura and sharp words, but when he saw Si Qingyan's face, he couldn't say any accusing words, let alone his other half who was trying to hold him back.

When he first appeared, his expression was perfect, but suddenly he changed from gentle and quiet to eerie and a little bloody, trying to make Si Qingyan tremble.

Si Qingyan only glanced at Sang Li indifferently, with an indifferent tone, telling him to keep quiet and stay out of the way.

Sang Li tried to fight back, but his teeth were clenched tightly and he couldn't open his mouth.

He suddenly realized that this damn Baitian Sang Li was out to cause trouble again.

hateful! waste! It will only hold me back!

Si Qingyan was frowning as he started to smelt an incomplete mask into a complex and detailed formation. He seemed to be encountering difficulties.

Sang Li, who was bitter and resentful, stabbed Si Qingyan's face with sharp and fiery eyes, trying to get a response from the other party. He also wanted to reach out to disturb Si Qingyan, but as soon as he had this thought, his body was unable to move due to the interference of the other half of his soul.

The mask was a gift that Sang Li received when his soul was not divided.

I vaguely remember a woman saying, "You are so beautiful and you must not be seen by any living beings."

Sang Li forgot everything, and the mask was his only remaining bond.

If he cannot find his past, he will not be able to ascend and will be trapped in this world forever until his lifespan is exhausted.

Could it be that Yan Qingsi is the woman who gave him the mask?

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