After Zha Gong awakens (fast travel)

Chapter 87

Xie Chen frowned imperceptibly.

He stared at Qi Ran's eyes, Gujing Wubo, as if he had never met each other, and only called out in a deep and cold voice, "Daoist Zeyuan." The

people watching the ceremony gasped.

The sect master and the Daoist Yuanying are alright, they met Daoist Zeyuan in person when Su Zhi was involved, but other people have only heard about the double deity from rumors, and have never had the honor to meet each other. When the gesture appeared, it was inevitable that his thoughts would surge, and he would speculate on the origin of the two.

Qi Ran ignored everyone's thoughts, his eyes crossed the high platform and looked at the people behind Xie Chen.

An old man.

Cultivators have a long lifespan and have a good appearance. Unless the skills are special, everyone's appearance is mostly at the peak of their youth.

And this gray-haired appearance with no energy and blood——

it is a sign of serious injury and dying.

Qi Ran felt as if he understood something.

He couldn't help sneering, looking at this face, he thought it was really ridiculous.

Long, long ago, when he thought he had forgotten, he actually tasted betrayal once.

At that time he thought there would never be a second time.

But the world is impermanent, after many twists and turns, it is still like this.

Qi Ran smiled and looked up at Xie Chen.

A cold light flashed in his hand, "Unknown Han" suddenly pulled out of its sheath and stabbed into Xie Chen's chest.

Blood splattered.

Qi Ran didn't hesitate, still smiled lightly, and drew out his sword neatly.

His voice was very soft, and he uttered words very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave something in his heart, "Xie Chen, you are fine." Xie Chen's expression suddenly

changed, his headache was splitting, he staggered a step, but he didn't care about his wound, and died He stared at Qi Ran standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

Countless pictures seemed to flash in front of my eyes at this moment.

But before he had time to catch anything, a huge pain surged and hit his heart directly, making him pale and out of breath.

Xie Chen couldn't maintain his usual calm expression, he wanted to say something in a panic.

But Qi Ran no longer looked at him.

He casually picked up the wine glass on the table, and fell to the ground as if paying homage to the dead, "Congratulations to Kunwu Sword Lord for his great joy."

After sending the congratulatory message, he walked away without stopping at all.

Xie Chen only had time to grab a corner of his clothes.

But it is like quicksand passing in the palm of your hand.

Finally there are none.

Xie Chen coughed, his body could no longer hold up, and he fell to the ground with a pain in his heart.

There is boundless darkness in front of him.

But there is a subtle voice in my ears, through the torrent of long years, I searched for the long and boring memory, the thick pen and ink engraved in the bottom of my heart, the forgotten person.

"Qi Ran..."

He finally struggled and called out the name.

But no one will respond.

**

Half a month later, no one in Jianzong dared to talk about the ceremony that ended abruptly.

The two venerables turned against each other, and Daoist Zeyuan seriously injured Lord Jian, and the head of the sect also gave a gag order.

The disciples who watched the ceremony didn't know the reason and couldn't figure it out, but the head of Jianzong guessed most of it.

At that time, Xie Chen blatantly left people in Kunwu Peak, worked hard to help them recuperate, and made so many exceptions, it was already obvious enough to chase him to Tianyuanzong.

If it wasn't for the accident, Su Zhi...

Jing and Zhenren would also show shame and remain silent after learning about these things from the head of the sect.

It's just that these things and these people have nothing to do with Qi Ran.

When he returned to Tianyuanzong, he closed himself again.

Xie Liang was afraid that something would happen to him alone, so he followed his footsteps, but he still couldn't catch up and was stopped outside the door.

He was silent, with a rare smile on his face, wandering outside the courtyard for a long time.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

It will be a month before Qi Ran leaves customs.

It was cold winter, with thick snow clouds, and the sky was as gloomy as dusk.

He pushed open the door and glanced at the mountains in the distance.

"Unknown Cold" danced around in the air, the tip of the sword caught a hexagonal ice flower, and presented it in front of the master graciously.

Qi Ran lightly hooked her lower lip.

He casually lifted up the hair hanging from his sideburns, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a person kneeling at the gate of the courtyard.

It must have been snowing for a long time, and the black robe was soaked in snow, so white that it seemed to blend in with the snow scene at a glance.

The smile on Qi Ran's lips slowly disappeared.

"I don't know the cold" let out a long cry, and whizzed away.

"Come back." Qi Ran snorted coldly.

"I don't know Han" castrated, and then stopped slowly, but he was really unwilling to reconcile, so he slashed heavily towards the snow a foot away.

A crack opened on the ground, and the sword wind cut off a strand of Xie Chen's hair, and the snow fell from his body.

His figure gradually became clear.

The hair crown is messy, the complexion is pale, and the blood-red frost is solidified on the deep bone wound on the chest.

It's really embarrassing.

But Qi Ran was not touched in the slightest.

He even showed a trace of boredom, and looked at Xie Chen from a distance, not even willing to approach him at all, "What is Sword Lord doing?"

Xie Chen looked at the people under the eaves, not daring to miss it for a moment, "You have advanced ?"

It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse.

Qi Ran didn't expect him to notice this.

He has indeed benefited from this retreat.

Perhaps thanks to Xie Chen's blessing, his state of mind had a breakthrough, and his Dao heart became more and more perfect, so his cultivation level went further, and he reached the peak of the middle stage of transformation.

But he felt bored and didn't want to tell him anything.

Xie Chen's eyelashes fluttered, and the cold snowflakes fell on his eyelids, and quickly melted into water, leaving a wet mark on his face.

He lowered his eyes, feeling unbearably sore in his heart, yet extremely relieved.

The matter has come to this point, he who lost his memory made a decision by accident, now that he is all well, he should be content.

Those that cannot be said, should not be said, and what he originally wanted to tell the whole story, can no longer be said.

Xie Chen clenched his fists and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." "

In the second month of your retreat, Su Zhi asked me to fight. At that time, Master was spying on me for revenge, but Su Zhi found out. Trying to save him was plotted against, and I lost part of my memory."

Qi Ran paused, and raised his eyes to look at him.

His gaze was calm and emotionless, but Xie Chen didn't dare to look too much, for fear of seeing disgust from it.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Master is kind to me. He doesn't have much time. He just wants someone to take care of his junior sister, but I..."

Xie Chen stopped suddenly, his throat was dry, "I forgot you "

He slowed down, and then continued to say in a hoarse voice: "I don't care about having another nominal Taoist partner in that way, so—"

Qi Ran interrupted him with a sneer, "So, is it my fault? "

No!" Xie Chen quickly denied.

"That's not it, that's not what I meant. You know I've never been able to speak, and I've never thought about it that way!" He looked

flustered, his eyes were restless and terrified, and the melted snow on his eyelashes was like tears, for fear that he might misunderstand.

Qi Ran looked at his unprecedented appearance, as if he was about to cry out of anxiety, which was enough to move everyone's face, his humble and begging appearance, he just found it ridiculous.

His eyes were completely calm, and there was no wave in his heart.

He looked at Xie Chen with indifferent eyes, and his voice was unhurried, like the cool and quiet ice spring on the snow mountain.

He asked, "Xie Chen, what are you trying to do by telling me this now?" "

Do you think I would want someone else's Taoist companion?"

Xie Chen looked at him absent-mindedly, and froze in place.

Of course he knew that he had initiated all of this from the very beginning.

He was careful and tried his best to get it.

Qi Ran just liked him a little and didn't reject his approach, but at the same time, he didn't reject Xie Liang that much.

It's just because he was the first that there are these differences.

But now, he is gone.

He has nothing left.

With complete pride, how could it be possible to accept a person who has been called a Taoist couple by others? Even if there is a reason, a secret, or a last resort, so what?

He never wronged himself.

But...

Xie Chen lowered his head, his lips curled weakly, showing a trace of bitterness.

He still held that little bit of unspeakable expectation, hoping that it was justifiable to completely accept him, and give him another chance to admit his mistake.

Wishful thinking, nothing more than that.

Qi Ran watched him gradually lose his strength, and his tone became weaker, "Xie Chen, don't waste time with me, go and live a good life with your junior sister." After he finished speaking, he walked out, but was

caught Xie Chen held onto the corner of his clothes.

"Unknown Han" hummed angrily, and was about to slash at his hand, but was knocked on the sword by Qi Ran.

Its sword body swayed and turned off the fire reluctantly, but the burst of sword energy still cut Xie Chen's palm silently, and a bright bloodstain appeared instantly.

The blood drops in the depths hit Qi Ran's clothes along the fingertips.

Drop by drop, the scorching red smudged on the white robe, like a red plum blooming in the cold.

Qi Ran frowned slightly, and lowered his head to look at him.

Xie Chen met his gaze, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but he still firmly grasped the hem of his clothes, "No, Qi Ran, forgive me once, okay?"

He was confused and incoherent, "Just this time .I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I really know I'm wrong, but I couldn't do anything at that time, I don't know what else to do?" Qi Ran looked at

him lightly, "Really?" "

So this In the world, there are still such absurd things that can only be done by a Huashenjian Lord marrying a woman who has no feelings."

Absurd.

Why didn't Xie Chen find it ridiculous?

He struggled and hesitated for so long, trying to find another way to break the situation, but lost his memory by accident and came to this point, so what absurdity?

He had no choice but to make mistakes, and would rather let Qi Ran misunderstand than let him make mistakes.

That's love, it's death.

How could he only care about lust for a moment, and let his sweetheart step into a dead end and gradually weaken?

Xie Chen has practiced for hundreds of years, the deeper he understands the way of swordsmanship, the more indomitable he is, he would rather bend than bend. He is decisive in killing and attacking, and he is too clear-headed to pretend that he doesn't know anything, just pretending to be calm.

But these, he can't say.

So Qi Ran didn't speak again.

He bent down, and with two fingers joined together as a blade, he cut the tightly held, blood-stained corner of his clothes from Xie Chen's hand.

The white cloth was stained with blood, gradually losing its original color.

Xie Chen held it tightly in his palm.

He wanted to chase after him, to beg Qi Ran to turn back, but he gradually lost his strength when he looked at the retreating figure.

He felt that he should be more sensible.

Qi Ran hated him and didn't want to see him again.

He shouldn't make him unhappy anymore.

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