Chapter 103: Wake up

No one knows why the sudden high fever will revive Qu Chi from the dream of thirteen years. Everyone only knows that he burned a half-daylight scene. When he opened his eyes, he first uttered a "tao leisure". Without a response, he called Zhou Beinan, who stayed on the side of the bed.
Zhou Beinan only thought that he had burned back, and thanked him with a cup to feed him.
Qu Chi took the cup, but only put it in his palm and asked him: "Tao leisure... can you find it?"
"Drinking water and drinking water." Zhou Beinan compiled a slogan, "You are lying here with peace of mind. Go out and find it, and bring back the full-tailed pottery to you later."
Listening to Zhou Beinan's dream of knitting for him, Qu Chi bowed his head and suppressed it for a long time. He finally laughed.
He said gently: "...Northern, I have worked hard over the years."
Qu Chi is awake, and the past is always remembered, including Wen Xuechen, including Tao Leisure.
But after all, he was not a hysterical temper. He only temporarily retired everyone after he woke up, confined himself and stayed alone for a long time.
Lying on the soft bed, Qu Chi remembered the bed that belonged to him and the pottery in the wild tower.
In order to protect his little treasure, he was sleeping with a bed of pottery. However, when the bed was just completed, it was not big enough. At night, he was afraid that his body was too tall and crowded with pottery. He took his blanket with the skin of the animal and quietly moved out of the bed under the bed. Made a nest and guarded him devoutly.
However, after about half an hour, the teenager who slept in the night, could not detect the lack of an individual in the bed, and stepped on the body of Qu Chi.
He screamed, his feet soft, and when he fell down, he was caught in a warm embrace.
Qu Chi took the blanket and slender soft arm and circled him. He whispered to him: "... Where are you going?"
Tao Yu was trapped in the chest of Qu Chi, his eyes were round and round because of panic and nervousness. "I, I... think outside."
Qu Chi took the pottery and sat up, putting his chin on his soft and clean hair. He is long in his hand, and in this position, he easily touches the ankle of the pottery, and the skeleton is like a cool marble.
Qu Chi feels distressed: "...you have to wear socks."
Saying, Qu Chi has a pottery from behind, taking thick socks from the shoe hole, carefully putting it on him, and leveling the most foldable socks.
He held the pottery in this way, and the heart of the pottery was like a pendulum that struck back and forth between the ribs and the spine, making an empty muffled sound.
... For the first time, Qu Chi knows that a person can become thin like this.
He sent the pottery to go out and came back with him. Tao leisurely picked up the blanket on the floor for him and re-entered the bed.
As a result of the strong demand of Tao Leisure, Qu Chi climbed into the bed, tightened himself funnyly, and made as many positions as possible for Tao.
The thin light of the veins outside the window poured into the room, and the shallow brows swept up his own eyebrows. Qu Chi was unaware of it. I saw Tao’s face staring blankly at him, as if looking at the precious treasures under the sun.
He whispered, "Why are you so good to me?"
Qu Chi thought for a moment and replied honestly: "...I don't know."
After all, he clumsily slammed his hands and feet: "Is this okay? Then I can be better for you."
... Now that Qu Chi knows, I know everything.
He stumbled out of the blindfold, but only felt that a bed under his body was boundless, even if he stretched his arms, he couldn't touch the person who had been sleeping with himself for thirteen years.
Qu Chi closed his eyes and did not move.
He is the oldest group of people, but in the thirteen years, he has not been able to do anything but to protect his leisure.
Even now, he has no right and time to suffer from the loss of pottery.
Qu Chi needs to be a living person, so he only gave himself a short quarter of an hour to remember the teenager who was regarded as a treasure for thirteen years.
A quarter of an hour later, when Lin Haoxin was called into the house again, Qu Chi was still the Qu Chi of Erya Wenwen.
Out of courtesy, he has done a simple grooming on himself, leaning on the bedside, and clearly asking about the situation of Danyangfeng after he broke into the wild.
However, Lin Haoxin thinks that the young man on the bed with Zhu Yi is so thin that the night wind that flows into the window will blow his robe out of his robe, and it seems that he is lost. Half of the body.
After Xu Xingzhi pushed in the door, Qu Chi nodded to Lin Haoxin: "...do as I said first."
Lin Haoxin should have a voice, and went away.
Qu Chi smiled and said, "Sit."
Xu Xingzhi did not move and asked him directly: "Who am I?"
Qu Chi glimpsed a little, then turned his face away, his lips covered with a smile: "...Xu Xingzhi."
"Who is Xu Xingzhi?"
Qu Chi A: "It is the first of Fengling, the top of the list, or the Taoist who is planning to make a lifetime."
Xu Xingzhi did not say a word, stepped forward, tightened the shoulders of Qu Chi, locked him into his arms, and Qu Chi patted his back, using the familiarity of Xu Xing. Force, as if everything has not changed, it seems that Xu Xingzhi just left in a banquet, went to the mountain to take a drink, when he came back, the seats were not scattered, the people were still, the wine was still warm.
However, Xu Xingzhi clearly knows that the thirteen years have passed. They are no longer the poetry of wine and poetry.
When he was in the world, Xu Xingzhi’s sentiment was not very deep, but when he met Qu Chi, he suddenly couldn’t help himself. When the mood rose and swelled, a thousand words hang over the tip of his tongue, but it was hard to figure out.
Xu Xingzhi clasped the music and confirmed to him in a childlike voice: "...returned?"
Qu Chi responded: "Come back."
"Not separated?"
Qu Chi laughed and held Xu Xingzhi's hair and promised: "...only death, no more."
Speaking of this sentence, Qu Chi paused, remembered the person who had died with him not long ago, and the long eyelashes flashed, then gently hanged down, and all the grief was hidden, leaving no trace.
Zhou Beinan did not know when the shadow was standing at the door, and looked at the two people who were together.
Embracing with others, he is no longer a thing to be.
He raised his hand to look at his translucent palm, and for a moment, he only copied his hand and smiled. He sneered and said: "Oh, both of you, hug and hug, you are dead."
There should be wine at the meeting, but now the wine is in trouble, and the tea is enough.
Soon, the three gathered at the table and three tea cups full of black tea were touched in one place, and three clear lightes were taken.
Innocent to tell the old things, Qu Chi went straight to the theme: "When the magic road attacked, Danyang and Fengling opened the mountain gate and sent away a large number of disciples. Now I want to try to pull these disciples back. What do you think?"
Xu Xingzhi and Zhou Beinan looked at each other.
Zhou Beinan did not maintain much hope for this. He said: "Thirteen years have passed, and they have no one to command. I am afraid that I have already been disheartened and have gone all the way. It is easy to pull back."
Xu Xingzhi is not so pessimistic: "You can try it."
Some hatred is not enough to be erased in the thirteenth year.
He mentioned the two thousand cool valley ghosts brought back by Lu Yujiu, but Zhou Beinan is still not very interested: "They just have nowhere to go, they can only stay in the same place."
Zhou Beinan has always been a daring to love and hate. If the hatred of Jiuzhi Lantern and Magic Road is not inferior to any one present, today is so unhappy, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi have seen some clues.
Xu Xingzhi gave Zhou Beinan a cup full of hands: "Northern, what happened?"
Zhou Beinan hangs down in the light, thinking for a moment, only dumbly said: "We... really want to overthrow the nine lights? Rebuild four doors?"
This question is very embarrassing, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and asked: "... otherwise?"
"I asked several disciples to ask the passers-by." Zhou Beinan repeatedly rubbed the teacup, and there was a bit of old Xiaosuo in his expression. "After the nine lights led the four doors, they used the Huairou policy to suppress the magic road, and gradually turned the magic road. The evil spirits are suppressed, almost... almost the same as destroying the magic. In the thirteen years, the four seas are quiet, the wind is the same, the people are safe, the music is good, and there is nothing."
Zhou Beinan, who was violently hateful and determined to kill the Jiuzhi lamp, quickly heard many rumors after hearing such rumors.
...... Change the four-door style that has gradually faded to lead Taoism. Can it be done as well as nine lights?
They are old people, just like the foreheads of the ruined dynasty. It’s really right at this time.
After listening to his concerns, Xu Xingzhi did not react.
"We may not be able to do it, but we can do it without replacing the sword with us." Xu Xingzhi, "Northern, you can think like this. After all, killing nine lights, the small string will not resurrect, Master. It will not resurrect, you, Xue Chen and more than two thousand Qinggu disciple spirits are all the same. Everything is like water, never return to the time of the past peace. But I want to forget all kinds of misery, it is better to kill me with a sword. I won't talk about the truth of the world in the world. I only know that it is the eye to the eye and the fate."
Zhou Beinan knew that he was thinking a bit biased. After listening to Xu Xingzhi, the haze that had troubled him for half a day was finally dispersed.
After a long while, he gave a sigh of relief and said, "I am trying to get back to Ying Tianchuan tonight. Father... I have not seen it for a long time."
Qu Chi beheaded, said: "I have called Lin Haoxin to make Danzhu fireworks. This is the Danyang Peak's past year's token. Any disciple of Danyangfeng will be able to recognize it. With this kind of object, I can always recruit some disciples. Moreover, when I had an appointment with Guangfujun, the disciples who were away from the mountain would go to the end of the mountain. I will leave for the end of the mountain and maybe I can hear some valuable news."
Xu Xingzhi pushed his arm: "Ruo Chi, you are just sick, don't run around, good health."
"No." Qu Chi glanced at the empty bed to the endless, "... I have had enough rest for thirteen years."
Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi each left, Xu Xingzhi was responsible for sitting in the tea house, ready to deal with the sudden situation.
After the two left, Xu Xingzhi put the cups on the table one by one.
Three empty cups were squeezed and placed in one place, and there was a fourth cup full of tea on the table. The heat was not scattered, as if waiting for someone to drink.
Xu Xingzhi sat alone for a long time, and thought about Zhou Beinan’s words for a long time before he smiled and stood up.
Regarding the Jiuzhi lamp, he did not know whether he should hate or be gratified. After a long aftertaste, he was sighing after a while.
He pushed open the door and was ready to see what Meng Zhongguang had done.
However, when he opened the door, he saw Zhou Wang back to the door, sat on the steps, and sat himself in a long shadow.
Perceived the sound of the door, Zhou Wang looked back and smiled at Xu Xingzhi: "Xu Shixiong."
Xu Xingzhi asked her: "Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I can't sleep." Zhou Wang squatted with a double knife and put his chin on the back of his hand. He was confused in his tone. "It's just a day and a night, the mother is gone, and the cognac is not there."
Xu Xingzhi is dumb.
For Zhou Wang, she grew up in the wild wild winds. The outside world, the wind is not the wind she is familiar with. Every object, every street scene, for Xu Xingzhi, they are reunited for a long time. But for Zhou Wang, it is a thing of his hometown, a scene of his hometown.
She only relied on the people she knew. However, the ones who were born with her were disappeared, and one completely changed their face and became another person.
But before Xu Xingzhi thought of comforting her words, Zhou Wang laughed, and the lacquered scorpion shone with a light faint light: "Xu Shixiong, don't care about me. I think about it alone."
The sensible child is always very distressed, and Xu Xingzhi still wants to say something, but suddenly heard the crisp sound of the large-scale overturn of the cup in the room next to him.
Immediately, a Fengling disciple rushed out of the door, and his voice panicked: "Xu Shixiong, let's take a look! Meng brother is like a nightmare, he..."