The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

"Oh my mother." Yun Xuzi slapped his head and cried bitterly: "Have you considered me, an old man who has been a bachelor for more than a thousand years?"

This time Xuanhua agreed with Yun Xuzi and nodded seriously.

Su Qingyi shrugged and said indifferently, "My love is hard-won, can't you be beautiful?"

"Okay, no nonsense." Su Qingyi hurriedly returned to the topic and took out a list: "We need to collect the items above as soon as possible, and then go to the extreme north."

The five-element spirit grass is used to shape the meridians, and the first-grade Tianling root of others is used to shape the spiritual root.

"I have a root of his spirit here, and a root of fire in my body. It should have been returned to him long ago, but now the third party just returned it to him."

Su Qingyi tapped on the table and looked at Yun Xuzi: "Master is going to get the Five Elements Spirit Grass, can you be sure?"

"Yes, yes," Yun Xuzi nodded and said, "For my beautiful apprentice, I'm sure what to do."

Hearing this, Qin Zichen glanced at Yun Xuzi lightly, and Yun Xuzi blew his beard and stared: "Why, you are not allowed to tell me about being beautiful?"

"Hurry up." Qin Zichen urged, Yun Xuzi snorted and turned his head away. Su Qingyi smiled and said with Yunxuzi: "Then Shizu went to look for the Five Elements Spiritual Grass, and I took Zichen to the extreme north. I will contact you with a note on the road."

"Got it." Yun Xuzi rolled his eyes, turned and walked out, Qin Zichen suddenly stopped him: "Master."

"Huh?" Yun Xuzi paused, Qin Zichen thought about it, but still said: "That year you sent me down the mountain to find my parents, was it all arranged by you?"

When Yun Xuzi heard this, his face slowly sank: "In your heart, I am such a person?"

"No." Qin Zichen raised his head and said seriously, "That's why I'm asking you."

"Qin Shulan died after being chased and killed," Yun Xuzi turned his head, with some pity in his eyes: "He was an out-of-body cultivator, but he was still wiped out. At that time, I was worried that you would be sought revenge, so I brought back the Heavenly Sword. The Empress Zong found a pair of parents for you. The couple's son was just swallowed by the monster. I couldn't bear to tell them the truth, so I told them that their son was taken away by me and accepted as a disciple, and he became yours. identity."

"Send you back, I do have the idea of ​​letting you see the world, but I never thought that as parents, they can buy you to others as slaves for the benefit. Send you After returning, I planned to visit you for a while. After you understand the sufferings of mortals, you will honestly come back to repair your sword with me. Who knew that after I went back, I got the news that you were sold by them. "

Hearing these words, Qin Zichen nodded, and it was clear. Yun Xuzi frowned, with worry in his eyes, and said seriously: "Zichen, not every pair of parents can do this kind of thing, your parents..."

"It's not important." Qin Zichen interrupted Yun Xuzi, shook his head and said, "I never cared, so there's no need to explain, it's not important."

Originally, he never regarded the couple as parents. The impact Qin Zichen suffered in those years was only the contempt of human life in this world, not the harm of a child being sold by his biological parents. However, Yun Xuzi still had some guilt in his eyes, and said slowly: "I'm sorry. I didn't tell you about Qin Shulan, I just wanted you to think about your parents. It's always good to live..."

"Yeah." Qin Zichen nodded lightly, looking like he didn't care. Yun Xuzi sighed and turned away.

When Yun Xuzi left, Su Qingyi looked at Xuan Hua and said worriedly: "Ancestor Xuan Hua, are you going to the extreme north with us?"

Xuan Hua nodded and said nothing. Su Qingyi looked at him quietly, feeling a little uneasy. Xuanhua seemed to be aware of her worries, smiled bitterly, and said gently, "Go on, don't worry about me. We'll leave tomorrow."

"Okay." Qin Zichen responded and pulled Su Qingyi directly out.

In the early morning of the next day, the three set off for the extreme north. Tianjianzong is located in the Central Plains. It takes more than half a month to go. Xuanhua was very silent along the way.

After walking for half a month, the three finally arrived at the foot of the holy mountain. In order to wait for Yun Xuzi, the three stayed in an inn at the foot of the mountain. Su Qingyi sent a voice transmission to Yun Xuzi and asked for his news, but there was no response for a long time. When Su Qingyi thought that the other party would not respond, she heard the roar of a unicorn from Yun Xuzi's side, Yun Xuzi gasped and said, "Come on, here comes the old way!"

Su Qingyi couldn't help frowning: "Are you all right?"

"It's alright!" Yun Xuzi scolded as soon as he finished speaking: "You **** is endless, chase after me again, and chase after Laozi, and I will make you stew!"

"Master... are you really okay?"

The voice on the opposite side was reaching out to the unicorn...

"Oh, let's not talk about it," Yun Xuzi said impatiently: "I have to run first!"

Who just said aggressively that he wanted to stew unicorn soup?

In order to wait for Yun Xuzi, the three waited for another ten days. Finally, one night, Yun Xuzi was covered in blood and rushed into the inn. The three hurriedly carried Yun Xuzi to the bed and washed his clothes, only to find that he was covered in blood. It's a burning wound. Yun Xuzi was so weak that he couldn't scream, Xuan Hua frowned and lost his spiritual power to him, and then fed the medicine pill, Yun Xuzi finally got much better.

He was lying on the bed, Qin Zichen guarded him silently, Yun Xuzi opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Qin Zichen.

"Zichen," he said hoarsely, "are you still blaming me?"

Qin Zichen was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that he still cared about the fact that he was bought by his adopted adoptive parents to be servants to others. Even if Qin Zichen didn't care, this was always a hurdle in his heart. He has always been used to being serious, and he doesn't know how to express his apology in the face of such a serious thing.

"I didn't think about..."

"I know," Qin Zichen held him down and looked at Yun Xuzi seriously: "I really don't care."

"You were only nine years old at that time," Yun Xuzi said with a hard smile: "Why don't you care? Don't lie to me, I..."

"Master," Qin Zichen looked at him seriously and said slowly, "If I really have parents in this world, then you are the only one."

Yun Xuzi was stunned for a while, Qin Zichen tucked the quilt for him and lowered his eyebrows: "For Zichen, giving this body of flesh and blood is nothing. The only one who really raised me was Master."

Even with a mind in his twenties, this kind of upbringing can never be erased.

Yun Xuzi's sincerity towards him is in his heart, and he is not someone who does not know how to be grateful.

Yun Xuzi's eyes slowly turned red, Qin Zichen stood up and sighed: "Master, you are old."

"You bastard!" Yun Xuzi scolded: "Where does a cultivator come from this old saying? Are you saying that I'm dying?"

"I mean," Qin Zichen smiled, "it's time for me to honor you."

"Damn!" Yun Xuzi's tone was a little hoarse, but he didn't scold anything new. Qin Zichen knew that he was bluffing at the moment, so he didn't say more, smiled and got up with the medicine bowl in his hand.

On the same day, they decided to put Yun Xuzi in the inn to recuperate, and then the three of them went to the holy mountain.

It snowed at night and the three of them could not sleep. Su Qingyi put on her clothes and walked to the corridor to relax, when she happened to see Xuan Hua standing in the corridor, staring blankly at the snow. Su Qingyi pursed her lips, but she stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Ancestor, are you still asleep?"

"When I was young, I liked snow very much." Xuanhua looked at the heavy snow falling from the sky and said slowly: "Every year it snows, I want to build snowmen and play snowball fights like other children. But I'm afraid she won't. I like it, I have bad aptitude, if I don't work hard, what will it look like?"

"So when I was young, I never had a snowball fight or built a snowman."

Xuan Hua turned to look at Su Qingyi and smiled slightly. The smile is full of regret: "Now that I think about it, I regret it."

"Ancestor..." Su Qingyi didn't know what to say. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't say a word. Xuan Hua looked up at the heavy snow and said hoarsely, "When will it end?"

"When you think about it." Su Qingyi said seriously: "Any relationship, any pain, as long as you think about it, there will be an end."

"Really?" Xuan Hua closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "I hope so."

But some pain, some despair, will be engraved in my heart for a lifetime.

No matter whether you love it or not, whether you hate it or not, it will suddenly appear in one night, like a shadow.

Xuan Hua turned to leave, Qin Zichen came downstairs, Su Qingyi heard the movement, turned around and saw Qin Zichen standing at the end of the corridor. Wearing a white robe and a blue robe, wearing a white fox coat, holding a hand-warming stove in his hand, he quietly looked at her.

"Why are you here?" Su Qingyi was a little surprised, she walked over quickly and urged, "It's cold at night, don't be cold to yourself."

"I know," Qin Zichen said with a slight smile, "I just wanted to pick you up because I couldn't see you."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the heavy snow, his eyes full of admiration: "What a beautiful snow."

"When you go up the mountain tomorrow, you won't think the snow is pretty anymore." Su Qingyi tidied up his coat for him, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm so cold."

"With you, I'm not afraid."

"Qin Zichen," Su Qingyi looked at him seriously: "When did you start eating soft rice so naturally?"

"Probably," Qin Zichen frowned, as if thinking, and said earnestly, "Let's start when I think I'm pretty."

Su Qingyi: "..."

Qin Zichen smiled, touched his sleeve, lowered his eyes and said, "However, I also have a gift for you."

Hearing that there was a gift, Su Qingyi raised her eyebrows and said seriously, "What is it, I don't want the gift too light."

Qin Zichen was amused by her proud and full of curiosity like a cat. He took out a wooden hairpin from his sleeve and said gently, "Here you are."

Su Qingyi was stunned for a while, she could see that this was the wooden hairpin he deliberately stopped to look at when she brought Qin Zichen back to the foot of Tianjianzong Mountain for shopping. At that time, she asked him if he wanted it, and he said no. However, the wooden hairpin appeared here completely at the moment, Su Qingyi couldn't help but say, "When did you go back to buy it..."

"I didn't buy it." Qin Zichen raised his hand and inserted the wooden hairpin into her bun. Su Qingyi looked up at him and said dumbly, "Didn't you buy it?"

"I gave it to you." He looked at her with the wooden hairpin seriously, and the surprised girl in front of him filled his eyes. He watched for a long time, and finally smiled: "It's as good-looking as I thought."

"Zichen..." Su Qingyi was at a loss for words: "I..."

"Although I'm a mortal now," Qin Zichen looked at Su Qingyi, who was so moved that she couldn't speak, took her by the hand, and led her back to the room. His words were calm and gentle, like a weak scholar leading his wife home. Slowly said: "But look, there are still many things I can give you by myself."

"I know." Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing, raised her hand to touch the wooden hairpin, and said softly, "I've always known."

"Zichen," she grabbed him, Qin Zichen turned his head, saw the girl in front of him with a reddish face, and hesitantly said, "May I have a yellow head for three lifetimes, and I will have a white head from now on."

Hearing her words, Qin Zichen was stunned, and after a while, he sighed softly.

"Having been here for so long, your language has improved a lot."

Su Qingyi's face blushed, she finally wanted to express her feelings in a subtle way, but she was laughed at by the other party for her language proficiency.

When Su Qingyi was so blushed that she couldn't speak, Qin Zichen added seriously, "Really, much better."

"I'm listening," he raised his hand, put it on his chest, and said softly, "I think that's how it should be."

Snowflakes fluttered, Su Qingyi raised her head blankly, Qin Zichen stepped forward, held her face, and lowered her head gently.

The wind rolled snowflakes and fell on their faces, tucked into their tongues, slightly cool.

Su Qingyi closed her eyes, and at that moment, her heartbeat was beating.

In the early morning of the second day, the three prepared everything and set off on time.

The holy mountain was icy cold, and flying was prohibited. Su Qingyi prepared thick clothes and a stove for Qin Zichen before taking him into the mountain. However, as soon as he stepped into the deep mountain, Qin Zichen couldn't help shaking due to the cold wind. Su Qingyi hurriedly opened a barrier, and then Qin Zichen stood firm.

The three stopped and walked. Qin Zichen's mortal physique and the holy mountain were indeed too difficult for him. Originally, it was less than half a day's journey for immortal cultivators, but they were walked by them for two days.

According to Xuan Hua's memory, two days later, the three finally arrived at Lingtan.

Lingtan was on the peak of Shengshan Mountain, and it turned into a pool of seemingly ordinary spring water. The three of them pushed aside the grass and listened to Xuanhua introducing Lingtan in a low voice: "When Lingtan is a time of heaven, the gift of the dragon and the phoenix is ​​always given to us by the dragon and phoenix. It is just for the rebirth of a dragon and a phoenix. Lingtan has many functions, in fact, we don't know how many functions Lingtan has. It seems to be specially created for us to ascend. No matter what you lack, you can get it in Lingtan. make up."

Saying that, the three saw a pool of cold water. However, just after seeing this Wang Hantan, the three of them stayed where they were. In the middle of the cold pool, a woman dressed in Tsing Yi, with a golden mask on her face, a bamboo flute on her waist, and a bamboo sword hanging from her back, sat cross-legged in the middle of the cold pool, opening her eyes inch by inch.

Xuan Hua looked at the woman, his face slowly turned pale, and Qin Zichen couldn't help frowning, as if recalling some memory.

Only Su Qingyi, without saying a word, stabbed the woman with a sword and shouted angrily, "Xiao Su, you dare to show up!"

"It's not dead yet?"

The green bamboo sword jumped out from behind the Tsing Yi woman, blocking Su Qingyi's Siqin. The Tsing Yi woman stood up calmly, looked at Qin Zichen with a smile, and said gently, "Zichen, you are here."

Xuan Hua couldn't help frowning, a little puzzled. But I saw the woman stretched out her hand towards Qin Zichen and said in a gentle voice, "Zichen, are you here to soar? It was me who was wrong before, but I forgot about Youlingtan. After listening to the woman's words, I wasted so much effort to make it happen. You soar."

Saying that, she raised her hand, patted her head in distress, and said, "Look at me, I always forget things. Come on, Zichen."

She walked towards Qin Zichen, and Su Qingyi slashed over with a sharp sword. When the woman saw Su Qingyi's sword, she frowned and shouted: "Bitch, it's bad for me again!"

At the same time as the sound came out, she raised her hand to hold the green bamboo sword, and slashed towards Su Qingyi with one sword.

The sword formation on Su Qingyi's sword light exploded, and she and the woman fought evenly for a while. Xuan Hua watched it for a while, and then trembled, "Jinghua..."

Su Qingyi collided with the female sword, each pushed a step forward by each other's strength, stared at each other fiercely, stalemate. Hearing Xuan Hua's words, the woman looked at him coldly: "Do you know me?"

"She is Ninghua?!" Su Qingyi instantly reacted and shouted. The green-shirted woman smiled lightly and said with a bit of pride, "Exactly."

"I said it before," Su Qingyi looked at the proud look on the other side's face, and couldn't help sneering: "I saw you cut you once, but now that the old and new grudges are together, it's just a good fit."

"Oh, have you seen me before?"

Ninghua didn't seem to be surprised that Su Qingyi had seen her, Hengjian said: "I don't remember too many things, but I'm not afraid. If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Okay..." Before Su Qingyi finished speaking, a burst of Huaguang slashed towards Ninghua. Su Qingyi hurriedly flashed, and Ninghua's complexion changed. Na Huaguang was violently hit by a dozen meters. Before he could react, he saw a black clothed drawing his sword and rushing towards him.

"I killed you..." Xuan Hua's voice was trembling, and he roared: "I killed you!"

"It's just you?" Ning Hua sneered and fought with Xuan Hua.

Although they are both in the Tribulation Transcendence Period, it can be clearly seen that Ninghua and Xuanhua are not of the same magnitude in the Tribulation Transcendence Period, but Xuanhua took a desperate stance and really forced Sublimation Hua to retreat. . Su Qingyi hurriedly pulled Qin Zichen into the cold pool, Qin Zichen hurriedly swallowed the five elements of grass, and Su Qingyi held him down and slowly pushed the spirit root towards him.

Next to Ninghua and Xuanhua, the mountain shook. The spiritual energy of the spring water in Lingtan began to slowly climb up their bodies, and Linggen was pushed down from Su Qingyi to Qin Zichen's body. The spiritual energy of Lingtan poured into Su Qingyi's body together.

Su Qingyi controlled her messy thoughts and focused on escorting Linggen to Qin Zichen's field. However, those pictures in my mind could not disappear, but became clearer and clearer.

There seemed to be voices coming from the surroundings, Su Qingyi felt her body start to hurt, she hurriedly got up, walked from the Lingtan to the shore, and immediately meditated on the spot, and began to chant the heart-clearing mantra.

However, there are more and more human voices in my mind, and those cluttered pictures are gradually organized. Qin Zichen's whole body was rioting with spiritual energy, and he didn't care about Su Qingyi, he simply closed his eyes and began to feel the feeling of spiritual energy pouring into his body, mind, spiritual roots, and wandering around his body.

With the direction of the spiritual energy, the meridians on his body seemed to be intact every inch.

While Qin Zichen was gradually repairing his body, Su Qingyi's condition was getting worse and worse. She couldn't restrain herself from falling into an illusion... no, in her memories. She seemed to have returned to the night when she was enchanted as Ran Yan. That night, she had just returned to the room after inspecting the surrounding area. At that time, the evil spirit of Xingyun Sect was rampant, and several disciples were infected with evil spirits and murdered everywhere, all of which were secretly dealt with by Xingyun Sect. But paper can’t contain the fire, and solving the problem at the source is the right way.

She is in charge of this matter, and she is very busy.

She slept until midnight when she heard someone knocking on the door, she responded, stood up, opened the door, and saw the master standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.

It is reported that Zhenzi Wen Yuan is 1,300 years old, but he still looks like a young man, with a white cirrus pattern, a half-rolled golden crown, a whisk in his hand, standing in front of the door and looking at her, he said gently: "Qingyi, you are welcome. I come."

She never doubted her master. Although she was a little confused about what her master told him to do in the middle of the night, she didn't dare to say much, just followed her forward. Tonight's master is a little strange, he seems to be very worried and has not said much, she can't help but ask a few more questions, Yuan Zhenzi's face turns cold, and seems to be displeased: "Whatever I ask you to do, do whatever you want, ask this. What more?"

Knowing that Yuan Zhenzi seemed unhappy, Su Qingyi also stuck out her tongue and followed him to the altar only when Yuan Zhenzi was in a bad mood. At this time, many people had gathered on the altar, including her parents, uncle and others. Yuan Zhenzi led her to the side of the altar and said expressionlessly, "I'll let you stand up later, and you can stand in the center of the altar."

"What are you going to do tonight?" Su Qingyi was a little puzzled. How come she never knew about her young palace master about such a big battle?

Yuan Zhenzi said indifferently: "I'll tell you about important things when I'm done, it's inconvenient now."

Su Qingyi nodded. She knew that Master had always had her own plans, so she obediently stood beside the altar. On the altar, some people wearing black robes and feather crown masks gradually walked up, as if preparing something. At this time, someone pulled her quietly, Su Qingyi turned her head and saw Shen Zhu with a nervous face.

Su Qingyi said happily, "Senior brother, are you out of the customs?"

"Let's go." Shen Zhu pulled her up, seeing that there were not many people watching here, and said in a low voice, "They want to sacrifice you tonight, so hurry up with me?"

"Sacrifice?" Su Qingyi was stunned for a while, then waved his hand and said with a smile, "Senior brother, don't bluff me, my family is still here, who would dare to sacrifice me?"

"Stop talking, hurry up and leave!" Shen Zhu pulled her and said anxiously. Su Qingyi frowned and said, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

While they were pulling, Su Qingyi's parents rushed over. Seeing her parents coming, Su Qingyi said with a smile, "Father, mother, senior brother said..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Qingyi saw her father suddenly spilling a handful of medicinal powder. Before she could react, Shen Zhu pulled her behind him, blocked all the poisonous powder, and pushed her aside. , yelled: "Run, run!"

Su Qingyi opened her eyes wide and saw Shen Zhu standing on the spot with her eyes closed, bleeding from her eyes.

what happened?

Why……

What's wrong?

Su Qingyi was at a loss, Shen Zhu staggered towards her, and punched out the light arrays one by one. For some unknown reason, the surrounding people all rushed towards the two of them. Shen Zhu held her with one hand and kept throwing magic tricks with the other. shout.

"Run!"

Shen Zhu pushed her aside and stopped in front of her, covered in blood, and shouted angrily, "Run! Run!"

"Ran Yan, stop, don't you even listen to your father?!"

"Ran Yan, stop, do you want to kill uncle too?"

"Ran Yan, run, run!"

Ran Yan, run, run.

Her heart was full of fear, and she kept writing the formation in her hand. Looking at the crowd of people rushing towards her, she seemed to see a known fate.

The surroundings slowly faded, and the memory kept flashing across her mind. She slowly got a sword in her hand, and couldn't help laughing at the sky.

This is fantasy, this is memory.

She clearly knew that when she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Ran Shu standing opposite her. Behind her were countless people she had never seen before. Su Qinglian, who should have died a long time ago, was standing beside her. He pulled out his sword and said sharply, "Monarch Ran Yan, you still haven't returned the life of my parents and sister?!"

Su Qingyi didn't speak, she slowly stood up.

The red clothes were hunting, and the surrounding Xuanhua and Ninghua were inseparable. Qin Zichen was closing his eyes and using Lingtan to recover, Su Qingyi glanced around.

I don't know when there were so many people standing around, and it was almost exactly the same as that year.