Chapter 31 Floating Platform (7)

Chapter 31 Floating Platform (7)

"Take off your clothes?" Yan Qing was stunned, blinked in confusion, and asked what came to mind: "Yao Yao, why did Yu Ying take off his clothes?"

Xie Shiyi rarely explained anything to others, and spoke very slowly. He lowered his eyes and poured some spiritual energy into the cold pool, and said coldly: "The formation of a baby is the process of monks condensing spiritual energy to become their 'self'. You have achieved the transformation of gods before.At this stage, the 'self' has long been fixed, and to reshape the Nascent Soul, one needs to break it first and then establish it. The process of breaking the 'self' is very painful."

Yan Qing was quite curious: "It hurts? How much does it hurt?"

Xie Shiyi glanced at him lightly: "It's pain you can't bear."

These words made Yan Qing laugh, and he gritted his teeth: "I can't bear it? Give me an example?" In his previous life, he had walked through Wanguku and Shifang City, and no one dared to say this in front of him!

Xie Shiyi joked: "Probably falling from the roof ten thousand times."

"..."

Yan Qing swallowed back his sarcastic words.

Xie Shiyi used this as a metaphor, and he was speechless for a moment, unable to find the words to refute.

When they first met, they probably had a bad impression of each other - he thought Xie Shiyi was a lonely, indifferent, life-threatening lunatic.Xie Shiyi felt that he was just a useless person who was afraid of pain and had a short temper.

That summer night when the past feud was settled seemed like a lifetime ago.

Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh, pulled away from the memories, and said helplessly: "Okay." He raised his hand, and his sleeves fell down to reveal his thin white wrists.The moment his fingers slowly removed the crown, the hair all over his head fell away.A strand of black hair fell on his collarbone, and Yan Qing's skin was cold white and delicate.The shallow depression is like a silent invitation, with a slight hint of spring.

Although he knew Xie Shiyi wouldn't look at it, Yan Qing still uttered a word as his fingers touched his belt.

"Avoid suspicion, Immortal Lord."

Xie Shiyi was behind and let out a very low and cold sneer.

Yan Qing lifted up his black hair and rolled his eyes. He could imagine Xie Shiyi's expression without looking back.

He took off his outer shirt, unbuttoned his inner clothes, and stepped into the cold pool very naturally.

Although this square pond in the plum forest at Yuqing Peak is called a cold pond, it is not cold at all.The water was milky white, and Yan Qing's black hair and red silk were floating on it. He stirred the cold pool with his hands, and suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smile: "Yaoyao, have you come here often before?"

Xie Shiyi refused to answer the question, and said coldly: "Let's have a baby, I'll be watching from the side."

Yan Qing: "Heh."

He leaned back against the edge of the pool, closed his eyes, and played with a piece of grass that he tore off casually, folding it again and again.For Yan Qing, the process of conceiving a baby was so simple that he didn't even bother to concentrate.

His mind was filled with Xie Shiyi's sarcastic scoff.

The more Yan Qing thought about it, the angrier he became. He folded the grass in his hand and thought, why didn't he bully Xie Shiyi like this in the first place?

The warm pool water envelopes every part of the skin, and when the spiritual power in the Dantian condenses, it also generates heat flow.Yan Qing found some feeling, injected his spiritual consciousness, and began to have a baby in earnest.

The plum blossoms were like blood, falling on his hair and shoulders, and then fell into the pool, as light as a kiss.

Xie Shiyi stood quietly behind him.

Yan Qing suddenly thought of it.

In fact, this scene is quite interesting. The role reversal is the reunion of their previous lives in Shifang City.

Yan Qing is a legend in Shifang City.

The young city lord of Shifang City was famous for his cruelty, his appearance, his uncertainty, and his smile hiding a knife.Even because Yan Qing's hobbies are too weird and his words are too sinister, in Shifang City, a city of evil people, almost no one cares about the beautiful face of this "beautiful legend".Anyone who mentioned his name would be angry but dare not speak out.

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As the name suggests, Red Lotus Pavilion is full of red lotus trees.

The pavilion is built above the lotus pond, and the carved beams and paintings are all red. The corridor has nine twists and turns, and white crystal skulls are hung, lighting up the blue lamps all the way.

The day when hundreds of cities in the Demon Realm pay tribute.

Yan Qing bit her folding fan and tied her hair as she walked outside. Pingpingtingting and Pingtingting were kneeling on the ground beside the corridor.

The old eunuch next to him had a face that had been visiting the grave every day for ten years. He was holding a fly whisk and his face was full of wrinkles.The old eunuch was followed by a group of young eunuchs, all of whom were servants assigned to him by Huai Mingzi "with good intentions".

The old eunuch pinched his throat and said in a sharp voice: "Young City Master, your seven souls and six souls are unstable. According to my opinion, dual cultivation is the fastest way to stabilize your soul. These people were selected by me from all over Shifang City for you.All the people who come up are good-looking, good-looking, and good-looking. Take a look, are you satisfied with any of them?"

Yan Qing tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear and took off the folding fan from her mouth.Red clothes brushed across the wooden corridor. Finally, his steps stopped slightly and his eyes fell on a young man wearing white clothes.

The young man noticed his gaze, immediately straightened his kneeling posture, slowly raised his head, and smiled at him.

"Young City Lord." A timid and sweet voice.A pure and lovely face.A petite body that does not fit into one's hand.

Dressed in plain white, she looks even more pitiful.

Yan Qing blinked and asked curiously, "Are you wearing sackcloth and mourning for yourself in advance because you are coming to see me soon?"

juvenile:"……"

Old eunuch: "..." He began to rub the whisk.

Yan Qing continued to walk forward. This time, it was a charming girl with heavy makeup and half-covered clothes. She smiled affectionately and seemed to be brewing emotions and smiled at him.

Yan Qing took a breath first and pointed a fan at her to stop her in advance, so as to persuade her: "Don't laugh, girl, you must not laugh. Do you know what the corridor of my Red Lotus Pavilion is made of? Red sandalwoodMu, a piece of gold. The makeup on your face will fall off when you smile, I'm afraid it will be difficult to clean it off by then."

girl:"……"

The old eunuch rubbed the whisk harder.

When Yan Qing walked through the Red Lotus Pavilion, he was really like an emperor choosing a concubine.He was also a very arrogant, bitter, and difficult-to-maintain emperor.

"Look at this auntie crying. Seventh Eunuch, you are not trying to rob a common girl. What if there is a three-year-old child at home? You really lack great virtue."

The girl pretending to be in tears: "..."

A young man was playing hard-to-get in front of him. When he saw him, he started crying and clamoring to jump into the pool. He vowed to fight to the death, with a pure and loyal face: "Let me go back! I will never obey you!"

Upon seeing this, Yan Qing turned back and looked at the old eunuch.The old eunuch held his head high and looked like it was none of my business.

Yan Qing curled her lips slightly and said meaningfully: "Seventh Eunuch, you said that people are so magical and contradictory. They can think too much even when they have no brains."

"..." The old eunuch was furious at his words.

Yan Qing was still uneasy when he arrived at the door.A black toad jumped from the lotus pond to his feet and croaked twice.Following his "emperor's choice of concubine", the group of people who were tortured along the way held their breath and concentrated for a moment.

Yan Qing lowered his head and stared at the toad thoughtfully for a few seconds, then opened the folding fan, covered his face with a smile, and said with peach blossom eyes: "Seventh Eunuch, you are too polite, you are giving it to all my family members.You've come to me."

Seventh Eunuch...

The seventh father-in-law was so angry that his eyes turned white and he fainted!

But fortunately, he was able to stay by Yan Qing's side for so many years, so he was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He quickly swallowed the blood in his heart and followed behind with a fly whisk. His eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake, and he whispered softly: "Old slave is just curious.There are - fierce, pure, old, young, male and female. These old slaves have searched for thousands of types. The Young City Lord is not satisfied. Who in the world can fall into the Young City Lord's eyes?Woolen cloth?"

Yan Qing was dressed in red clothes, with dark hair and snow-skinned skin, which made him look charming and affectionate. He corrected him and said, "Seventh Eunuch's words are right. What is rare in this world is beauty. What is rare is fate!"

The Seventh Eunuch dared not say anything in anger: "Fate? I would like to hear the details."

Yan Qing lazily argued with him: "Marriage is arranged by God. Then, fate must naturally come from heaven."

"My destined person should walk the same path that I have walked and was arranged by God."

"Well, she should have been born in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts - a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a barrier of blue smoke, walking towards me on bones."

The Seventh Eunuch: "..." I'm here to take your life!

The Demon Realm is located on the third level of the Nine Worlds, with overwhelming Yin energy and dense ghost energy.The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts is a tomb of evildoers for thousands of years. Anyone who can come out of it alive is considered a mediocre person.

Shifang City is the main city of the Demon Realm.The so-called Hundred Cities Sacrifice is just a process for a group of people who have no rules to establish power through killing.

When Yan Qing walked on the street, the crowd dispersed like a tide.Thanks to the old eunuch next to him, the entire Shifang City heard that he was going on a trip. Everyone painted their faces red and white and dressed in red and green, fearing that their "stunning beauty" would be exposed to excessive debauchery.The young city lord took a fancy to it and took it back to Red Lotus Pavilion.

"See Young City Lord."

"See Young City Lord."

The crowd knelt along the street.

Whether they are burly men or octogenarians, they are all dressed up in "colorful" and "colorful" styles.

Yan Qing took a breath and saw thousands of flowers passing by. She blocked her eyes with a folding fan and couldn't bear to look directly.

The gates of Shifang City are not open easily, and this day is no exception.The city lords of the other cities stood at the door, hiding in the black fog that shrouded the Demon Realm all year round, with gloomy expressions, waiting for Yan Qing to board the city gate and drink wine on the ground.

It was said that he was drunk on the ground, but the wine glass was actually filled with blood. It was the blood of the Black City City Lord who broke into Shifang City without permission last time.

That man's head is still hanging in front of the gate of Shifang City.It is both a deterrent and an intimidation.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time."

Yan Qing said everything with a smile, lazy and gentle.

But when this figure appeared at the top of the city, everyone below still held their breath, suppressed the murderous eyes, and remained silent.

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Yan Qing's pale hands rested on the wall, and the soul threads on her wrists hung down.Weaver silk is an ancient artifact, dazzlingly beautiful, elegant and magnificent.But everyone under the city gate knows how terrifying it is when it penetrates from a person's eyes into the sea of ​​consciousness and cuts the soul.

Yan Qing looked down thoughtfully, and then asked: "Why does it seem that there are missing people, huh? The Lord of Chicheng is not here?"

The old eunuch said quietly from the side: "Back to Young City Master, the City Master of Chicheng went to Ten Thousand Ghost Cave a few days ago."

Yan Qing smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "It's strange that he actually went to Ten Thousand Ghost Cave. I thought he was going to Shifang City to take revenge."

The old eunuch smiled softly: "No, the Young City Master is joking."

Yan Qing said, "Where are the wine glasses." The old eunuch clapped his hands and asked someone to bring three glasses of wine filled with blood.

The cup is made of jasper. The walls of the cup are transparent. The liquid in the cup is swaying and exuding a faint evil light.

Yan Qing was used to being unhappy with others, so he said lazily: "Why is there so much less blood? Seventh Eunuch, you didn't drink it secretly when I wasn't prepared."

The Seventh Eunuch chuckled and said, "Where does this old slave have the courage? The Young City Master remembered it wrong." He was filled with hatred: If you had not been prepared, you would have died thousands of times.

Yan Qing picked up the first glass of wine, took a step forward and stood on the wall, curling her lips and smiling.He rolled up his sleeves and sprayed the cups of blood from the top of the city.

The blood formed a long line, dripping intermittently on the ground.

Yan Qing said with a smile: "The city lord is in seclusion, and I will be the host of this court ceremony."

"If you ask me, it's strange that the Lord of Black City died. There are so many ways to visit Shifang City, why did we take such an extreme one? Others don't know this, and they think we are such an unhospitable city."

The city lords below the city: "..."

After Yan Qing finished speaking, he slowly said: "It's a pity to hear that the Lord of Chicheng and the Lord of Black City have a close brotherly relationship."

His tone was very soft, and the last sound dispersed like smoke to the sky and the earth, and he smiled slightly.

"This brother failed to catch up on the last journey to see each other off."

After finishing the second glass of wine, he gently loosened his fingers, and instantly the jasper cup fell to the ground, shattering and splashing with a "bang".

"Yan Qing!"

This shattering sound was accompanied by a suppressed and desperate roar.

The fog howls and the evil spirits roar.As the main city of Shifang City, the most critical geographical location is that opposite it is the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave——

There is no sun in the Demon Realm, and the daytime is also green, with heavy dark clouds, and the heaven and earth are chaotic.Yan Qing seemed unaware and calmly picked up the third jasper cup. The red clothes were like blood and the wrists were like frost. It was the only bright color in the world.

"Yan Qing!" The voice came from the Lord of Chicheng City in the Demon Realm, full of hatred and fear, but now there was a hint of trembling, and everyone even heard a hint of despair for help.

Yan Qing was also stunned.His eyes, which were always smiling but were actually extremely cold, looked quietly from the top of the tower.

The Demon Realm is always gloomy, shrouded in fog, shrouded in barriers, and shrouded in the inextricable night.The Ten Thousand Ghost Cave is the source of evil. Yan Qing walked out of it and knew what it looked like inside. It was a mountain of bones, a smelly river of blood, and black flowers that were nourished by human flesh blooming everywhere.Now, he stood on the wall of Shifang City, watching someone crawl out from there.

The Lord of Chicheng had a broken hand and his hair was disheveled, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing him.He was lying on the ground, moving tremblingly, and there was a long trail of blood under his body."Yan Qing——!" He raised his head and shouted hoarsely, but his eyes were full of help.

But this last roar ended in a hand as cold as ice jade.

A hand stretched out from the black mist, pale and slender, and squeezed his neck without any explanation.

In a snap, the last light in Chicheng City Lord's eyes disappeared, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Everyone inside and outside Shifang City was stunned, and Yan Qing didn't say anything.

Everyone was watching the person walking out of the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave.

Everything in the Demon Realm is related to blood and darkness, but that person has nothing to do with everything here at first glance.

The blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword. He walked forward, stepping over the body of the Lord of Chicheng and the white bones on the ground. His snow clothes were still cold and flawless.Her black hair is like a waterfall, her figure is tall, and she is as elegant as a bamboo in the snow.Walking in hell is like taking a leisurely stroll.

From the moment he strangled the Lord of Chicheng to death, everyone could feel the pressure of his cultivation - the peak of the divine transformation stage.

Looking at the entire Demon Realm... only Yan Qing and Huai Mingzi are qualified to fight.

The old eunuch turned pale with fright: "Young City Lord! This person has bad intentions! Should we go and notify the City Lord?"

Yan Qing played with the wine cup in his hand and looked down, his expression in the shadow of the city wall.He said: "No need."

Old eunuch: "What? Young City Lord! Where are you going -"

The city lords from all sides were shocked and cursed angrily.

"Who are you?!"

"Anyone who breaks into Shifang City without permission will be killed without mercy!"

However, the moment the Shifang City gate opened, everyone was stunned.

"The gate of Shifang City is open?"

"Young City Lord!"

"Yan Qing..."

There were broken cups and drops of blood on the ground. Two dark city gates slowly opened. In the changing light and shadow, Yan Qing's figure appeared at the end.He rarely went out of the city gate. He was either banging skulls and playing on the Red Lotus Pavilion, or killing people with soul silk on the city wall, his red clothes rolled up like a ghost.

The only time I stood at the gate of Shifang City was to welcome uninvited guests.

The old eunuch hurried down, shocked and angry, and said in a thin voice: "Young City Lord! Why are you opening the city gate!" No one knew what the Xueyi Killing God did.Now Huai Mingzi is in seclusion, and with his cultivation at the peak of the human-god stage, if he is really going to die, none of them will be able to please him.He was filled with hatred and thought secretly in his heart that it would be best if Yan Qing fought with this person, both sides would suffer, and he would reap the benefits.

In fact, there are many people who think like him.They saw Yan Qing coming out, but no one followed him.Many people were shocked by Yan Qing's cultivation and coveted his status.Yan Qing is willing to be the leader, and they are happy to see success.

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Yan Qing was actually very nervous during that time.

The Lord of Black City suddenly stabbed him in the back, which was like the beginning of everything. The old man Huai Mingzi became more and more wary of him, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Surrounded by an old eunuch with ulterior motives, the Red Lotus Pavilion is full of so-called beauties who appear to be in various poses but are actually full of murderous intentions.

He looked at everyone indifferently with a casual and playful attitude.But today, all the smiles on his face disappeared.

Yan Qing's robe swept to the floor, and the red thread on his wrist was wrapped around his fingers.

The wind blows across the wilderness, and ghost caves are littered with desolate bones.

Xie Shiyi Buhui's sword was still dripping with blood. He walked out of the chaotic darkness, his white clothes clear. When he raised his eyes, it was like snow falling on a lake.

Somehow, Yan Qing thought in his mind: I really don’t know how the Wangqing Sect, a famous family in Shangzhongtian, raised him to be such a murderous person.

Everyone was waiting for Yan Qing to take action.Or wait for this uninvited guest to make the first move.But the two of them approached slowly, and neither of them spoke.

The bones in front of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave are like a night of separation from the land of gods.

An unexpected encounter.

Separation without farewell.

So much so that when they meet again, it seems that they don’t know in what capacity.

Yan Qing had been drinking three glasses of wine in the city. When he saw Xie Shiyi, his mind wandered and he thought about a long time ago.Xie Shiyi doesn't like drinking, and hates pear blossom wine the most.Yan Qing originally had no interest in wine, but because of this, he insisted on pear blossom wine as his pursuit of life - anyway, Xie Shiyi was exhausted, and he would be happy.

At the closing banquet of Dengxian Pavilion, fellow disciples gathered to exchange cups and toasts. Xie Shiyi, as the number one in the Immortal Pavilion, was forced to accept many toasts with the "help" of Yan Qing.At the end of the drink, he ran back to the room with a cold face, and sat expressionless in front of the window to calm down.Yan Qing suppressed a smile: "No, this won't work." Xie Shiyi couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you sick?" Yan Qing said proudly: "I'm sorry, I can't pour a thousand cups, so I thought you were too."Shiyi pursed her lips, too lazy to talk to him.

People outside drank like crazy, started crying about separation, and started howling about their ambitions.The bell on the eaves rang softly, and Yan Qing blinked curiously and said, "Xie Shiyi, have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?", sneered: "A stranger to you."

Yan Qing was not angry and applauded him: "Okay, heroes think alike." He deliberately said to him: "Yaoyao, I recently learned a new spell, I must show it to you. Otherwise, in the futureIf you are a stranger, you have no chance.”

Xie Shiyi's face, which was already cold, turned even colder when he heard the word "yaoyao".

Yan Qing said deliberately: "Yaoyao, close your eyes."

"Yaoyao, I can control some wind now."

He mouthed a tongue-in-cheek joke, which made Xie Shiyi's face, which had been a little red from the wine, return to a cold white color.The confusion in his eyes dissipated, revealing a look that looked at a fool.

Not wanting to talk to him, he finally crawled on the table and closed his eyes to sleep.There was no way Yan Qing could let him get what he wanted, so he stretched out his hand and controlled the wind outside to touch his face to prevent him from sleeping.

"Don't sleep! Yaoyao!"

"Thank you Shiyi!"

Yan Qing actually wanted to control the wind to open his eyes.But there are always many surprises in the beginning of Qi control, so the wind accidentally pulled the apricot blossoms outside, and instantly the leaves, petals, and water droplets crashed, hitting Xie Shiyi in the face.

Xie Shiyi: "..."

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing rushed to apologize in a good manner before he got angry: "I'm sorry! Xie Shiyi! I'll clean it up for you right now, and you go back to sleep!" Who knows if this lunatic will harm himself and let him suffer!

Xie Shiyi took a deep breath, chose to close her eyes tightly and ignore him, and pursed her thin lips into a line.So the bitter Yan Qing could only control the wind to remove the petals and leaves from his face.He didn't dare to make any more mistakes, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate, and carefully clean up the dew on his eyelashes and the flowers on his eyebrows.One stroke after another, it finally seemed like the wind was drawing his eyebrows and trimming his hair.

When your fingers touch your lips.Xie Shiyi opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was drunk again. His eyes were burning and his face was red. He gritted his teeth and said, "Have you had enough fun?"

Yan Qing actually subconsciously wanted to say "it seems not yet".But if they completely piss each other off, it won't end well for either of them.Therefore, Yan Qing, as a lonely ghost in another world, could only say: "That's enough, that's enough." But he was unhappy and even responded with a heartfelt reply: "Good night, Yao Yao."

Yaoyao: "..."

Yaoyao was so sulky that he couldn't sleep all night.

"Young City Lord, be careful!"

When the Sword of No Regret is deployed.

Xie Shiyi rolled up his sleeves and raised his eyes. His dark eyes seemed to be filled with flying snow. He looked at Yan Qing as if he was a complete stranger.

When Yan Qing was rarely distracted, he quietly looked up at the sword intention and stood still.

In Shifang City, everyone was happy and worried at the same time——

Xi Yanqing is dead.

I'm worried that Qing Yan is dead.

I'm glad that this man's strength is unfathomable, he can even kill Yan Qing with his sword.

I'm worried that this person's strength is unfathomable, and even Yan Qing can be killed with a sword.

Xie Shiyi cultivated the ruthless way, cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, so the sword intention was also extremely cold.When it brushes against my ears, it's like the lonely long wind in the distant nine days, rolling up snow particles and rubbing against my skin.

Yan Qing thought the sword would penetrate his body.

Unexpectedly, the moment Xie Shiyi came closer, the Buhui sword shattered like ice crystals.

At the same time, he put a hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, moved forward, and moved his body closer, in an extremely intimate and dangerous posture.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it was Xie Shiyi who fell behind during the confrontation between the two.

Xie Shiyi walked out of the cave of ten thousand ghosts in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. His breath was still as cold as the snow, shrouding him and surrounding him.

Her lips were close to his ear and she said softly: "Take me back, Yan Qing."