The sword cultivator has a warm voice and a serious attitude.

But for Qing Ying, these words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, causing her to stumble and tie her tongue.

This, this, no, what a decent thing to say!

Brother, you know what you are talking about!

Having said that, Cheng He's style is the words that the senior brother occasionally taught her before, but she never thought that one day, it would be her turn to miss the senior brother so much.

"Ah? You mean that, that?"

She stared at Xie Qingci with a delicate expression.

She is guilty, she repents.

She admits that she has read some subtle literature on Earth, and at the theoretical level, she has a rough understanding of this kind of thing.

But there was one question she couldn't vomit quickly.

"But... shouldn't this kind of thing be done by men?"

The subject matter she watched was single, and her cognition in this unfamiliar field was blank.

Can women do it too?Is it possible without any conditions?

Xie Qingci's voice was gentle and soft.

"Cultivation matters, regardless of gender."

This is very correct thinking.

But can Yin-Yang Combined Cough Cultivation also count as practice?

Qing Ying's expression couldn't help being more subtle.

"Then what should I do in this regard? Yes..." Qing Ying endured her scorching cheeks and tried to ask in a natural tone, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Since it is a practice, how can it be said that it is completely relaxed." Xie Qingci's tone was still gentle, "Even if it is pain, you gave it to me, and I don't reject it."

ah?Ah this?

But she is slender and petite, and her senior brother is so much taller than her, is it really okay...

Qing Ying's gaze became more and more subtle, and she couldn't help quietly tracing the lines of Xie Qingci's profile. The facial features are so delicate, the figure is slender, and the posture with loose ink hair reveals the beauty of loneliness, which is completely different from the high-spirited spirit that breaks through everything with a sword in the daytime.

Well.

It seems to be possible.

Qing Ying is mentally prepared, no matter what her senior brother advises her to do, she will not be shocked again.

"Brother, what kind of entry method are you talking about?"

When Qing Ying was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, Xie Qingci always waited for her calmly and gently, and only now did she speak when she saw that she was ready.

"Well, enter my dream. After you enter my dream, the soul will know how to enter the sea of consciousness to heal me and blend with me."

ah?

this one?this one?

Qing Ying almost sighed in disappointment—after realizing her impulsiveness, she immediately froze in place.

Wait, she's disappointed ass!

What the senior brother said was serious, she was the one thinking about it.

After severely condemning her own ideological inaccuracies, Qing Ying said seriously: "Okay."

"But brother, do you know how to dream?"

"Ok."

Thanks to the sweet dream of a certain little girl, he probably knows what a "dream" is.

"Okay, I'm really curious what your dream is like."

Brother has encountered a lot of bad things, hope it is not a nightmare.

A faint smile appeared on Xie Qingci's lips: "I don't know either, but it must be related to you."

Qing Ying immediately felt relieved.

"It definitely wouldn't be a nightmare. If it was me, no matter how difficult it was, I would definitely protect you—so, if I hurt you in your dream, it would be a broken character setting, which is unreasonable!"

Xie Qingci couldn't help but deepen her smile: "Okay."

After chatting and laughing, Qing Ying's original shyness and embarrassment faded away: "Then come on, brother, how do you fall asleep? Teach me."

Xie Qing resigned: "I will fall asleep later, you light the soul-inducing incense, put your forehead against me, calm your mind, let your inspiration out, and you will feel a little bit of my spiritual consciousness that has escaped, just try to get in touch with it, I will not defend you."

"Row."

It's the first time the senior brother has a dream, she must behave well in the dream, so that the senior brother has a

dream.

Hmph, it's great to think about it while dreaming and treating illnesses!

The luminous pearl sheds soft light, the soul-inducing incense burns faintly, sparks flicker, and a small piece of incense ash is scattered on the table.

Xie Qingci fell asleep.

Qing Ying sat beside his bed, waiting for the time to come.

She looked at Xie Qingci's peaceful sleeping face, and thought that senior brother is not an iron man, he can still sleep, and sleep as soon as he says, without delay.

He also has a good sleeping position and won't turn over and move around.

This kind of Xie Qingci is quiet and calm, but it is not because of coma, nor because of death.

Life will slowly get better.

Qing Ying gradually felt some softness in her heart.

After going through so many life and death hardships, her biggest wish is to hope that her senior brother can sleep peacefully.

She raised her eyes to Yinhunxiang, there was still a quarter of the distance away, the senior brother hadn't fallen asleep yet, so she could wait a little longer.

But at this moment, Xie Qingci suddenly turned his face slightly, as if he wanted to avoid the soft light from top to bottom.However, Qing Ying took a closer look and found that his brows were slightly frowned, showing signs of awakening.However, he was restrained in his sleep by Yinhunxiang, so he was still unable to fully wake up.

The senior brother said that he can't wake up in the soul-inducing state, otherwise she won't be able to enter his dream, let alone the sea of consciousness.

Soul-inducing incense is rare, and Bie Yue Pavilion only has such a stick. If it fails this time, it will take a long time to replenish it.

She stroked Xie Qingci's hair on the temples, or patted him lightly in rhythm, coaxing gently: "It's okay, senior brother, I'm here."

But her reassurance only made Xie Qingci a little quieter, and after a while he began to wake up again.

No, she has to fall asleep quickly, otherwise it's hard to say whether the senior brother will wake up.

As long as the dream is successful, Xie Qingci will not wake up until her spiritual consciousness leaves.

After reconfirming that there was no abnormality coming from the protective barrier, Qing Ying calmed down and stroked the sword cultivator's black hair, gradually revealing half of her plain and elegant face.

She lowered her head slightly, and pressed Xie Qingci's forehead.

She released her inspiration for the first time, a little green and rusty, and the slow extension of the inspiration was like a shy newborn water flow. She struggled to hold it in the air several times before finding another ethereal existence.

In her inspiration, another group of existence is like a misty and clear cloud, and she tentatively rides over it.

Without any obstacles, she successfully connected to Yun Duo.

Yun Duo was like the feeling her senior brother gave her, the fluffy and delicate touch immediately wrapped her consciousness gently.

The soul seemed to be contained by complete tenderness from the top of the head to the toes, and Qing Ying's whole body suddenly relaxed, almost breaking the connection immediately.

Not uncomfortable, but too pleasant.

It was hard for Qing Ying to imagine that something as ethereal as the soul could have substance.

——Bah, bah, bah!

What a mess, it's too impure.

The senior brother said that this is just a form of treatment, nothing else, this situation should be her own problem.

Where is this, why can't she hold on?

It should be her personal problem, the spirit is too indescribable.

never give up

Qing Ying resisted the strange feeling of shame that made her unable to reflect on herself, and continued to extend her inspiration firmly.

The ethereal "clouds" seem to have "winds" flowing and blowing all the time. They are composed of countless tiny air currents, which touch her consciousness not lightly but not hard. She also wants to avoid it, but there is no way to do so.

"Don't make trouble, brother, I'm treating your illness."

She tried her best to ignore other unspeakable feelings and keep communicating with him without distraction.

Suddenly, she seemed to have found the right way to open it.

Qing Ying only felt the world spinning, and the two were connected. She completely lost her perception of the outside world and entered Xie Qingci's dream.

Qing Ying felt that the surroundings continued to shake, she opened her eyes dimly, and her eyes slowly focused.

red.

There are bright and festive red colors everywhere, warm and enthusiastic.

Qing Ying took a deep breath, Xu

Xu adjusted his state.

Qing Ying had a red cloth covering her eyes, she took it off and took a look in her hand, only to find that it was Xipa, and she was in a closed environment similar to a wedding sedan chair.The wedding sedan chair staggered forward with her, not knowing where she was going.

When a woman gets married, the bride will cover her face with a similar red veil, and the groom will finally pick her away.

she is getting married

Looking at her body again, she was wearing a red dress with a magnificent phoenix pattern embroidered with gold thread. The fabric was soft and silky. When she raised her hand, the sleeves stretched out like a stream of water.

But Qing Ying's brows didn't relax, the sudden wedding didn't give her half a sense of joy, only a sense of strangeness and dislocation.

If she hadn't known that this place was her senior's dream, she might have felt that some kind of dark marriage script was unfolding.

Oh yes, this is the brother's dream.

This cognition is like a stable anchor point, which immediately calms Qing Ying down.In Xie Qingci's dream, she had no fear of being hurt.

But what didn't expect was that in the brother's dream, she was actually getting married?Who is that groom?

Thinking about it carefully, the only person of the opposite sex who can have a relationship with her in this world is the senior brother.

Although they are family members, they still have the title of fiancee in name.

...Then is he the groom candidate?

This speculation didn't make her feel disgusted and repelled, but it was a little subtle.

It is somewhat embarrassing for her to have such a script with someone who loves and respects her like a brother.

The senior brother said that if you enter the dreamland, you will naturally know how to enter the sea of consciousness.

Such knowledge did not appear in her mind.

Qing Ying faced the air and asked earnestly, "How to enter the Sea of Consciousness?"

...

No one answered.

It seems that this is not possible, so let's find the senior brother first.

Qing Ying lifted a corner of the small curtain of the wedding sedan chair, wanting to see what's going on outside and listen to the chatter of others

"hiss!"

Seeing the outside situation, Qing Ying was stunned.

Outside the wedding sedan chair, there was a boundless white mist, and she said why it felt wrong.

——Although the wedding sedan chair is shaking, there is no bearer at all, but it is swaying forward in the air, and there are no accompanying wedding ladies, percussion bands, and passers-by watching to join in the fun, it is too quiet!

If she hadn't told herself again and again that this was her brother's dream, Qing Ying would have really felt that she had come to a horror film set.

She stared at the curtain of the wedding sedan chair, hesitated.

Do you want to leave?

Qing Ying decided to wait patiently on the sedan chair for a while.

But no matter how long she waited, the white mist was thick, she still didn't know where the wedding sedan was going.

This wedding sedan seemed to have no purpose, it just wobbled along with her.

Ok……

Or go find your brother yourself.

Anyway, it's really impossible, as long as she is careful, she can still separate herself from her senior brother.

Qing Ying cautiously lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and jumped out of the sedan chair again, never being hindered in the slightest.

But after she got out of the sedan chair, the sedan chair that lost the bride froze in place, staggered and didn't know where to go, and disappeared quietly in the next second.

In the white mist, she was alone.

Qing Ying tried to identify the direction, but failed without accident, so she followed her intuition to find a direction and turned to move forward.

The white mist is quiet and makes people feel at ease.

She is still wearing the wedding dress on her body, it is not a restrictive and serious dress, it is quite convenient for movement, and when the skirt flutters, there will be beautiful red waves.

It is very rare that Qing Ying has not worn such a red dress.

But at the moment, her primary goal is to find her senior brother, and she has no time to study the dress carefully.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but there was no impatience or fear in her heart, she was only worried about the condition of her senior brother, so she quickened her pace.

Fortunately, this white mist was not specially created to trap her.

After she quickened her pace, after a while, the white mist in front of her eyes gradually dissipated, just like a painter with a brush covered with paint to paint the opening.

Rich picture.

At this moment, it is night, and the mountains and fields are lush and lush.

mountain moon.

vegetation.

brook.

Fireflies all over the sky.

And standing by the river, looking at her black-haired sword cultivator with gentle eyes.

He has black hair and a red robe, which is also a style of happy clothing.

Brother seldom wears such bright and colorful clothes, he looks extremely beautiful and handsome, when he smiles, it makes people want to blush.

Qing Ying, who was about to rush towards him with joy, couldn't help but pause.

The groom is really him.

"Oh, brother, long time no see."

There was a smile on the corner of her lips, to ease the embarrassment.

How could senior brother dream of such a strange thing.

"You came."

Xie Qingci looked at her tenderly.

Qing Ying still couldn't hold back, and ran towards him quickly, her cheeks flushed.

She hadn't seen such bright and gentle eyes of her senior brother for a long time.

It would be great if it could be like this in reality.

"I finally found you. I have been looking for you in the white mist for a long time."

"Today is your wedding, how can there be white fog?"

hiss.

What a marriage.

Xie Qingci looked intimate and natural, but Qing Ying was taken aback.

But since it's a dream, let's try to cooperate with some senior brothers.

"But why are you here when you get married?" Qing Ying wondered, "And I didn't see anyone else when I came here."

Qing Ying looked at the surrounding environment, it was beautiful, it was her dreamed hermitage.

But serious marriage is obviously not here.

"Why do you want to entertain others for your business?" Xie Qingci's voice was light, "And who can I invite?"

At present, they are indeed in a state full of enemies, but they also have a few friends.

"For example, Senior Sister, and Fanhuamingyue and the others, if the little brother who cooperates with Senior Sister is willing to come that day, it's not impossible."

"Ok."

Qing Ying recalled her understanding of the wedding: "And the wedding is to be witnessed by others to have that sense of ceremony, and it must be lively and lively, with festive words from others."

Xie Qingci felt a little apologetic after hearing her talk: "It's my fault, I don't know much about ordinary weddings."

Ok?

I don't understand... She seems to understand a little bit.

Xie Qingci should have never seen a serious wedding scene. The last time the cultivation world entertained everyone was hundreds of years ago.

Most of his understanding of weddings is learned from Zhibizhai's scriptures, and he may have written down the illustrations attached to the book.

"Aren't you happy?"

"No, it's totally understandable."

Xie Qingci rolled her eyes.

Seeing this bright but gentle smile, Qing Ying couldn't help the tip of her nose turning sore.

She hasn't seen her senior brother smile like this for a long time.

Later, he always closed his eyes, or covered himself with a white gauze.

Xie Qingci took her by the hand, and naturally and sincerely praised softly: "You are beautiful today."

Qing Ying smiled, and with the movement of bowing her head, her temples swayed and swayed, occasionally colliding with each other and making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Just like a princess, she fully satisfied her girlish heart.

She loves it.

Xie Qingci pulled her to sit with him on the grassy slope.

"Tell me about a normal wedding."

Qing Ying told him about the wedding customs she knew.

"In the end, the bride and groom will enter the bridal chamber and perform some rituals, but I don't know much about these."

Qing Ying looked around at the surrounding mountains and fields, and smiled with some embarrassment and relief.

It seems that she is purely thinking too much.

The senior brother doesn't have that charming mind at all, it's just a true temperament, the dream naturally diverges because of the relationship between the two.

How can there be a feeling of wedding night in the bridal chamber?

"It turns out that you mind here."

Xie Qingci understood: "Where you are, is

[Home], I have never considered buying a house."

"That's what I said, but how can anyone sleep in the wild?"

Xie Qingci thought for a while: "Isn't it okay to use the sky as the cover and the earth as the house?"

Qing Ying couldn't help complaining: "That's called wild cough."

Xie Qingci: ...

Qing Ying: ...

The spit she blurted out made the scene fall into a strange silence.

No, she can't talk nonsense.

The senior brother told her specifically that some of the words and deeds in the dream will be engraved deep in the soul, producing subtle and complex effects, it is best not to be reckless.

No, it's time to get down to business.

Although it was all a mess of nonsense just now, she somehow got some inspiration from it.

"Senior brother, I heard that there is a way of intimacy between Taoist couples called soul-soul fusion."

Soul fusion is healing, and spiritual friendship is union, but Taoist couples who are really looking for excitement will also want to try soul fusion.

All it takes is an inspiration, and the rest of the excuses will come naturally.

"On the wedding night, I want to try this commemorative way, how can I enter your sea of consciousness?"

I see!

I see!

It was only then that Qing Ying realized why Xie Qingci dreamed that the two were getting married, but it was not a serious wedding occasion.

This is to make it easier for her to enter his sea of consciousness with the excuse of divine friendship!

However, Xie Qingci's eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold.

"Who taught you about divine friendship?"

ah?

How do you say that?

Qing Ying could only bear the pain to blame herself, and said hesitantly: "It's just a young boy who occasionally gets curious and reads such books or pictures, isn't it normal?"

Xie Qingci is not easy to fool: "I don't have such books in my study."

Senior brother is a decent person.

"Linshui tea room, everyone wants to chat about something exciting late at night, you know, I followed Xiaoxiao to watch..."

Xie Qingci's expression became more and more cold: "Returning to the ancient sword sect, it really hides filth."

Then, Qing Ying's clever little mind thought of another wonderful reason, and it was beyond doubt.

"There is another question." Qing Ying said seriously, "Brother, you have to know that although I am an adult, my body is not mature, understand what I mean?"

"Ok?"

"That is to say, at a young age, it is easy to get hurt physically, and it becomes that... er, a rag doll, understand?"

Xie Qingci: "...Understood."

"But the fusion of spirit and soul is different."

Feeling that she was speaking very close to the target, Qing Ying became more and more fluent in speaking.

Finally succeeded in persuading Xie Qingci.

"So senior brother, can I enter your sea of consciousness?"

Xie Qingci naturally would not refuse.

"it is good."

The two stood opposite each other.

Xie Qingci bowed her head and approached her, her slender fingertips naturally coughed along the crevices of her hair, lightly pressed the back of her head, and put her other hand on her shoulder, pressing her towards him without giving her any room to retreat.

Xie Qingci's face was handsome and elegant, when she lowered her eyes slightly, she looked like Guanyin staring and smiling, beautiful and pure.

The girl only had time to close her eyes.

The sword cultivator bowed his head, pressing his forehead to hers.

...

It turned out that his hand was much bigger than hers.

At this moment, a thin layer of wedding clothes could not block the other party's blazing temperature, and she felt very clearly that her shoulders were under his palm.

Between her raised hair, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her eyebrows, and the tip of her nose, Xie Qingci's close and magnified breath cannot be ignored.

She was about to step back and dodge, but Xie Qingci seemed to have noticed it.

As pure and beautiful as Guanyin, he said softly: "Don't move."

His voice was not loud, like whispering in his ear, light and gentle.

When the brother was drunk, he accidentally kissed her once, and this time it seemed to be the same, but it was a gaffe in a dream.

but he confirmed more

Plus is her soul.

In a haze, associations appeared in her mind.

This sea is Xie Qingci's sea of consciousness, soaked in all his pain and misfortune so far, as deep, broad and scarred as him.

After realizing that the Sea of Consciousness was the projection of her senior brother's spiritual body, she no longer had any doubts of resistance in her heart, allowing herself to fall deeper.

The sea water is very bitter, and the emotions contained in it are so bitter that people want to frown.

——In order to cure his illness, he took a lot of medicine.

Never mind, her soul is sweet and soft.

Sea water hurts.

——Xie Qingci So far, he has already been scarred and exhausted.

But her soul was healed by An Mi.

Qing Ying was sure that at this moment they had an unprecedented connection of hearts, and she could feel all the emotions of her senior brother.

Her soul was withdrawn along with the external inspiration, and gradually left her body to have an independent existence, and she could overlook her body from the third perspective.

But before Qing Ying had been immersed in this magical perspective for a long time, she felt her fascination suddenly sank, and she fell into the deep sea more quickly, and everything outside was stripped away in an instant.

The black hair fluttered in the water like the skirt of a dancing girl.

The soul of the girl in the red dress fell into the infinitely vast and mysterious deep sea.

She is the bride sacrificed to the sea.

Qing Ying can feel the breath of the sea.

This sea is not peaceful, he is in pain.

"..."

The taste of the ocean is usually bitter and salty, but this vast ocean seems to be filled with endless negative emotions, not only bitter and salty, but also sour and gloomy.

These are all experiences of Xie Qingci.

She fell in the deep sea, frowning bitterly at the sea's emotions.

she said softly.

"Brother?"

An unknown voice came from the deep sea.

It was like the cry of whales, or the sound of a huge tide, answering her call.

Qing Ying felt his new emotions at the moment.

pleasure.

favorite.

The girl's pure and gentle soul can soothe the pain of the deep sea.

In the depths of the sea, such emotions naturally arise.

These sea waters are not comfortable at all.

They seemed to have been weather-beaten, as if soaked in the pain of the world, every drop of sea water gave her many strange feelings in the past.

The water draws her in, pulling her deeper into the sea.

Under that distant pursuit, the girl can only fall and fall infinitely.

The girl closed her eyes tightly.

But she is not afraid.

This is the brother's sea of consciousness.

So she relaxed her body and allowed herself to fall even deeper.

She is the bride of the deep sea.

She is willing to get close to and tolerate the pain, darkness, and remoteness of the sea.