Tai Xuan Jing

Li Qianmo was stunned, when he suddenly heard a cold voice in his ear: "Are you dating another woman? Are you pregnant with your child?"

Li Qianmo's heart trembled when he heard the words, and he turned around to find that the peacock had lifted his hijab, and a pair of Jianshuiqiu pupils looked at him coldly, with a desolate light, and the tears were slowly increasing, shaking in the eye sockets.

He hurriedly said: "Peacock, things are not what you think, I will explain to you when I have a chance..."

"What are you explaining!" Peacock suddenly yelled, the scream startled everyone in the room, and the audience was extremely quiet. Everyone looked at the couple in astonishment, wondering what would happen next. what's up.

The peacock suddenly tore off the red gauze veil and threw it on the ground, and then took off the phoenix crown, and her black hair hung down immediately. She smashed the phoenix crown on the ground, and the pearls scattered all over the ground. Li Qianmo looked at the smashed phoenix crown, and felt Sadly, just repeating one sentence: "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

After the peacock smashed the phoenix crown, he still couldn't understand his anger. He suddenly turned to face the guests, and said in a loud and cold voice: "Everyone in the monastic world is here today, please be a witness for the younger generation. From now on, the younger peacock will make a clean break with Li Qianmo. Desperate!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words. They didn't expect such a result, but after thinking about it carefully, the result seemed normal. They gloated and looked at Li Qianmo, only to see that Li Qianmo stood there silently, his eyes dull , as if in a daze.

After the peacock finished those few words, he rushed out of the Huiyue Hall quickly, and went away against the wind. After a while, a red shadow floated in front of the Huiyue Hall, which turned out to be the scarf worn by the peacock.

Fang Yuxuan frowned at the moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Everyone in the hall was discussing, and there was a commotion. Baimu and Dan Chenzi looked at Li Qianmo who was still in a daze from a distance, feeling sad for him, and just wanted to come up to comfort him , but saw Fan Qinghuo walking up to Li Qianmo, and asked coldly, "Want to see my sister and your child?"

Li Qianmo's eyes finally regained their brilliance, nodded and said dumbly: "Think!"

"Follow me." After Fan Qinghuo said that, he suddenly turned around and strode towards the outside of Huiyue Hall. Li Qianmo followed, his back was a little lonely.

Fan Qinghuo took Li Qianmo out of Xiaoyao Valley and flew northward. Two days later, not far from Xiumo Cave, Fan Qinghuo took Li Qianmo down a deep mountain.

Li Qianmo looked at the dense forest and asked doubtfully, "Where is the bell?"

Fan Qinghuo shook his head and said coldly: "No, I'll bring you here to change clothes, you can't wear this clothes to see them."

Li Qianmo looked down at his clothes, only to find that the groom's outfit was still on him, so he quickly took it off, put on a green shirt, and continued flying with Fan Qinghuo.

After another two hours, the sun was already in the west, and finally arrived at Xiumo Cave.

I saw high mountains appearing in front of him, like a group of people embracing each other, it was very spectacular. Fan Qinghuo led him to the foot of a high mountain, muttered silently, pinched him with his hands, and smashed into the mountain.

After a while, only the sound of "rumbling" was heard, the ground was trembling, the mountains were moving slowly, and the left and right separated, finally revealing a long and narrow rift.

Fan Qinghuo led the way into the rift, and Li Qianmo followed behind him.

Walking forward for a while, at the end of the rift valley, a door appeared, inlaid in the mountain. The front of the door was all carved with white marble, and there were three large characters on the plaque - Xiumo Cave.

Fan Qinghuo yelled at the door: "Open the door!"

The stone gate slowly moved away, and someone shouted in unison: "Welcome the young master back!"

Fan Qinghuo led Li Qianmo into the gate. After entering, there was only a passage. After walking a few steps, many forks suddenly appeared.

After walking for a long time in this complicated passage, the front suddenly lit up, and there was no way ahead, but a cliff.

Standing at the entrance of the cave and looking down, one can see that this is a huge valley. There are countless attic palaces in the valley. Nothing can come in.

Staring blankly at the valley, Li Qianmo secretly sighed: "Although this place is not as beautiful as Xiaoyao Valley, it is very imposing."

Fan Qinghuo squinted at him, and snorted coldly: "We don't need you to praise us for building the magic cave!"

Li Qianmo knew that he hated him, so he didn't say much, but asked, "Where is the bell?"

Fan Qinghuo gave him a hard look, didn't say much, flew into the air, turned to the southwest, Li Qianmo Yufeng followed.

The two flew to a hilltop, which was a flat field surrounded by overgrown weeds. It was strange that there was a narrow path on such a desolate hilltop, which was winding and winding, and they didn't know where it was going.

After Fan Qinghuo fell down, he kept walking along the path, and Li Qianmo followed patiently, guessing that Lingdang should live in seclusion on this mountain.

Finally, Fan Qinghuo stopped suddenly, pointed to the two green pines in front of him, and said coldly: "It's right in front, you can go there."

Li Qianmo looked at the two green pines in astonishment, his whole body was shocked, his expression changed drastically, he shook his head and muttered: "This is impossible."

After saying that, he walked towards the two green pine trees in despair, the closer he got, the clearer he could see, and there was actually a tomb between the two ancient green pine trees. Fan Tian, ​​also known as Fan Qingying's father.

Li Qianmo stared blankly at the words on the stele. For some reason, he felt chills all over his body, trembling from the cold, and a feeling that his soul was pulled out of his body. When he heard Fan Qinghuo's footsteps approaching him, he turned his head and looked With Fan Qinghuo.

"How did this happen? How did this happen?" Li Qianmo asked tremblingly, pointing at the tombstone.

"All of this is thanks to you." Fan Qinghuo looked at the tombstone, his face trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes for several times. Finally, he couldn't help it, and he bit his eyes and said, "Not long after Baimu sent my sister back. , my uncle and I found out that she was pregnant. My uncle and I asked her carefully, and finally found out that what happened to her and you. Although you were unconscious at the time, you can’t be blamed, but things have come to this point. It's because of you."

When he said this, he knelt down in front of the tomb with a plop, and Li Qianmo also knelt down in despair. Fan Qinghuo raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears on his face, and continued: "My sister's body is different from others. Someone wounded her and then died. Originally, her life could not be saved. It was father who forcibly took her out of her mother's body with great supernatural powers, and saved her life. Although her life was saved, she was different. To a normal person, she will always look like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, she will never grow up, her mind will always be seven years old, and she will not be able to grow up. Moreover, she cannot have children. Once she is pregnant with a child, the moment the child is born , is when she leaves this world."

Li Qianmo finally understood what was going on when he heard this, and looked at Fan Qingying's tombstone sadly, talking to himself, as if talking to someone: "Why is the world so tricky, why... what have I done, What the hell have I done..."

Looking at his miserable appearance, Fan Qinghuo felt much better immediately, and said secretly: "You still have a little conscience." After thinking about this, he got up and said: "You stay here with my sister, and I will arrange for my nephew to meet you as soon as possible. Time is running out, and I don't know when my father will leave the customs, if he finds out that you have come to repair the magic cave, he will definitely take your life."

Li Qianmo turned to look at Fan Qinghuo, feeling warm in his heart, nodded deeply and said, "Thank you, Brother Qinghuo."

Fan Qinghuo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he immediately turned around and flew away, leaving only Li Qianmo here alone.

Li Qianmo came to Fan Qingying's tombstone and sat down, stretched out his hand to caress the three words Fan Qingying on the inscription, and murmured: "Ling Dang, brother came to see you, are you happy?" He took out a pot of spiritual wine and shook it in his hand Huang smiled and said, "Brother also brought you fine wine, but it's your favorite spirit wine." Although he was smiling, his heart was bleeding.

He took off the lid of the flagon pot and slowly poured the wine on the tombstone. The wine soaked the tombstone, and the fragrance overflowed, and drifted into the distant woods with the wind.

"Ling Dang, I remember that you like to listen to me play the flute. Let me play a song for you." After he said that, he took out the Phoenix Blood Phoenix Tail flute, brought it to his mouth and played it slowly. In the mountains and forests, such as resentment and admiration, such as weeping and complaining, the sorrow is endless.

As soon as he played it, he couldn't stop it. The night fell, the moon hung high, and the desolate sound of the flute still sounded in the mountains and forests, and was blown to every part of the mountains and forests by the evening wind.

In the early morning of the next day, the fog in the mountains was heavy, and the sound of the flute did not stop. I saw a blue figure sitting in front of Fan Qingying's tomb, playing the flute. His white hair was scattered like frost and snow behind his back. It was Li Qianmo.

His heart is too tired. He sees the person he loves leave him again and again, and it's all because of himself. Even if his heart is made of diamond, it is estimated that it will soon be smoothed. It was such a huge blow that he became old overnight.

Suddenly, there were footsteps in the quiet mountain forest, and a 13-year-old girl in white was jumping up and down.

Li Qianmo stopped playing the flute when he heard footsteps, his flute was only played for Fan Qingying, not for others.

When the girl came here, she saw that her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her eyes were big and bright, her eyelashes were long and slender, and she was cute and beautiful.

The girl looked at Li Qianmo's back, and asked timidly, "Grandpa, is it you who played the flute?"

Li Qianmo didn't get up, turned to look at her, smiled and nodded: "It's me."

"Ah!" The girl screamed after seeing Li Qianmo's young face, and said in panic, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were not a grandfather, your hair..." She pointed at Li Qianmo's full face in surprise. White hair, unable to speak.

Li Qianmo didn't know that his gray hair had turned white, so he pulled a lock of hair to look at it, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening, girl, One day, you will be just like me."