Nightwatcher

In the early morning, Yunlu Academy.

In the small courtyard where the Xu family stayed, Xu Qi'an was pale, leaning on a walking stick, standing in the room, looking at Xu Pingzhi, and said:

"Second Uncle, we don't need to go to Jianzhou. After a while, you can go back home."

Now that the emperor is dead, the biggest hidden danger in the capital has been eliminated. Other people, including the prince, have no direct conflict of interest with him. .

Furthermore, with the reputation of beheading the faint king, who would dare to offend Xu Yinluo?

Therefore, the second uncle's family is very safe and does not need to seek refuge in Jianzhou.

Xu Pingzhi gave a "hmm", looked at him, and stopped talking.

Xu Qi'an turned around, looked at his aunt, took out a stack of bank notes from his arms, and said:

"Auntie, thank you for taking care of me all these years. I used to be ignorant and impulsive. Don't take it seriously. The bank notes are part of my savings. You take care of them. The family's food and clothing expenses depend on you.

"Next, I will be away from Beijing for a while, and I don't know when I will be back."

The aunt pursed her lips, took the bank note, and said softly: "I will keep the bank note for you, and use it when you marry a wife in the future."

That's not enough, I have more daughters-in-law Xu Qi'an turned to look at Xu Lingyue and said with a smile:

"Brother, it may take a little longer to leave Beijing this time. The shortest is a year and a half, and the longest is more than three years. By then, Lingyue will already be married. It's a pity that I won't be able to drink your wedding wine."

Xu Lingyue bit her lip, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

An eighteen-year-old girl is like a lotus swaying in clear water in June, beautiful, bright and clean.

This delicate flower that was raised in Xu's deep boudoir felt extremely sad about the fact that her elder brother was about to leave.

Then, Xu Qi'an stretched out his hand, rubbed Xiao Douding's head, and said softly: "Let the elder brother hug you, the elder brother has never hugged you well."

Xu Lingyin hugged her elder brother's neck and announced loudly:

"Brother, I will hide the chicken legs and wait for you to come back."

Hiding in shoes again? Can I still eat it? Will I die on the spot if I eat it? Xu Qi'an touched the little girl's head and said with a smile:

"Hide it in the shoe for a few days, and then leave it for the master to eat, do you know?"

Xu Lingyin nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Saying goodbye to the family, Xu Qi'an left the small courtyard, walked down the mountain steps, and went down the mountain alone.

"Brother~"

Xu Lingyue's call came from behind, and the eldest sister chased after him out of breath, and shouted towards his back:

"I want to go to Lingbao Temple to practice, I, I will wait for you to come back."

Xu Qi'an paused for a moment, and continued down the mountain without looking back.

In the house, after Xu Qi'an left, the aunt looked at the banknote in her hand and said softly:

"Master, I remembered that Dalang's biological mother left after giving birth to him. Before she left, she told me to raise him well. I remember that my sister is a very good person, gentle and dignified, and easy to get along with. .

"She held my hand back then and asked me to take care of Dalang. She said it so sincerely that I know she had a hard time leaving Dalang behind."

The aunt raised her head with tears on her face: "Master, I have raised him for so many years, and he is my son. Now that man comes back and wants to take his life, I, I am very sad"

Uncle Xu's heart was twisted like a knife.

Lingbao Temple.

Xu Qi'an leaned on a walking stick, and smiled at the Taoist boy guarding the gate: "I want to see the national teacher."

Before coming, he asked the supervisor about the situation of the fight between the national teacher and the emperor of the land.

The supervisor said that both sides would suffer, and then he said "huh":

"The fire of karma burns my body."

Daotong glanced at him, and said: "The Taoist leader has explained that if Mr. Xu comes to find her, he can go straight in."

Lingbao Temple has already opened the authority to drive me straight in, so what about Luo Yuheng?

Xu Qi'an murmured in his heart, and entered Lingbao Temple with a walking stick.

When they came to the secluded courtyard, they pushed open the door of the quiet room with ease, and saw a beautiful Taoist nun sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Xu Qi'an was stunned for a moment, and saw a series of images from her, such as a kind-hearted aunt, a friend of her mother, a big sister in a neighbor's house, etc.

This surprised him, because Luo Yuheng seemed a little out of control, unable to contain her "charm".

For a second-rank master, this is obviously not a good thing, which means that the situation of karma burning is very serious.

"You must have seen that I am in a bad state."

Luo Yuheng's red lips parted slightly, and his voice revealed the charm unique to mature women.

"I see."

Xu Qi'an sighed: "I took a shower before coming here."

In addition to visiting Luo Yuheng's situation this time, he also had the idea of ​​"bargaining". He hoped that Luo Yuheng would give him a few more days to accommodate Qijue Gu, and if his physical condition improved, he would fulfill his promise.

It is expected that Luo Yuheng's situation is so bad.

Luo Yuheng remained expressionless, and continued: "You misunderstood, I'm just a clone, which will dissipate within three days, and the main body has been closed."

For a moment, Xu Qi'an couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed.

With his current physical condition, forcing dual cultivation can only be "Auntie, please take the initiative".

This is obviously not in line with his image of being invincible, and it will make Luo Yuheng look down on him.

But, but...she was just too alluring.

Luo Yuheng's avatar continued: "Double cultivation requires a certain cycle, at least seven days at a time. After fighting the Dizong Dao, the main body has been unable to suppress the fire of karma, and I don't know what is going on with you. In order to save myself, I can only retreat and eliminate it forcibly." Karmic fire."

At least seven days at a time, at least seven days at a time. This sentence is the only thing left in Xu Qi'an's mind.

Some are intimidated.

Luo Yuheng continued:

"After this time, it may be difficult for the main body to take the initiative to suppress the fire of karma. Therefore, double cultivation is imperative. The fire of karma occurs once a month, and on this day next month, she will go to find you."

As she spoke, she waved her sleeve, and a yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle appeared on the table.

"This is the locator, you put it away, and the main body will come to you after a month."

After speaking, the avatar dissipated on its own initiative.

This is shy? Xu Qi'an picked up the triangular talisman and put it away silently.

It seems that after killing the king, Luo Yuheng fully approved of him and decided to become a Taoist companion with him.

Before, I have been hesitant to double cultivate with myself because I haven't fully recognized it. After all, Taoist couples are a lifetime thing, and Luo Yuheng treats them with caution, which is human nature.

Before he went to Shanhaiguan, his cultivation base was only at the fifth rank, which was really not good for a second rank expert.

Now, Xu Qi'an is a third-rank martial artist, and Dafeng is one of the few third-rank warriors, which is enough to match Luo Yuheng's status.

That's okay, I'll be ready in a month. Xu Qi'an left Lingbao Temple and headed towards the palace.

Shaoyin Palace.

The boudoir is paved with earth dragons that consume countless charcoal, and the interior is as warm as spring in late autumn. The air is filled with the smell of sandalwood, rouge and gouache, and the faint body fragrance of women.

At a certain moment, on the brocade couch, the woman curled up in sleep suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, her face pale.

"Red, Red Sleeve."

She called softly, her voice weak.

The maid who was lying on the bed immediately woke up and said softly, "Your Highness!"

Lin'an whispered: "Water, I want to drink water."

The maid immediately went to the table, gently swept away or overturned, or straightened the jug, and poured her a cup of warm tea.

His Royal Highness Lin An drank alcohol last night, and she was as drunk as mud. She drank too much, and she didn't go crazy with alcohol, she just lay down at the table and wept loudly.

The ladies of the palace are clear in their hearts, and the princess is using wine to relieve her sorrow and worry even more.

Last night, His Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to inform His Highness Lin'an that the Witch God Sect had colluded with His Majesty's confidant, Yushi Yuan Xiong, and Qin Yuandao, the servant of the Ministry of War.

Use witchcraft to control His Majesty, cut off the food and grass of the army, and killed 80,000 soldiers and Wei Yuan in Jingshan City.

In a rage, Xu Yinluo beheaded His Majesty outside the capital.

His Highness was dumbfounded after hearing this, and went to the East Palace with a pale face, as if to confront the prince.

She came back very late, and then started drinking endlessly, crying when she drank too much, and continued drinking after crying.

The maids saw it, and their hearts were like a knife.

After serving His Highness Lin'an for so many years, I have never seen her so sad.

Presumably it was not only the death of Her Majesty who loved her the most, but also because the man who killed her father was the man.

Looking back now, Hong Xiu almost confirmed that His Highness loved Xu Yinluo.

How can this be good, His Highness is still in his boudoir, and he has suffered such emotional injuries, I am afraid that he will be sad for a long, long time.

As for persuasion, they dare not.

A slave is a slave, so how dare you talk about the affairs of your masters.

"Your Highness, the tea is here, drink it slowly."

Hong Xiu carefully held the tea and handed it over.

Lin'an held the tea in his hand and drank it absent-mindedly, his vivid eyes in the past were colorless, dull and irrelevant.

As soon as the tea was finished, a court lady came outside the boudoir, knocked on the door twice, and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, Xu Yinluo, here we come."

Hongxiu immediately looked at Lin'an, and saw that His Highness's eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling look, but in the next second, it slowly went out.

Lin'an whispered: "No, I don't see him!"

"Yes, servant girl will reply now."

"etc."

She suddenly called the maid again, remained silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "That's it."

The maid outside the room left immediately.

Outside Shaoyin Palace, the man on crutches turned and left.

Hundreds of Ouchi guards, as if facing a formidable enemy, held the hilt of the knife and watched his back silently. No one dared to speak, let alone stop him.

Xu Qi'an did not leave the palace, but instead went to Dexin Garden.

In the early morning, Dexin Garden.

Washing up under the service of the personal maid, one of the maids is holding a spittoon, and the other is holding a copper basin and a sweat towel.

Huaiqing finished brushing his teeth, rinsed his mouth, spit water into the spittoon, took the sweat towel handed by the maid, and wiped his cool and delicate face carefully.

At this time, a little palace lady walked in quickly and said softly: "Your Highness, Xu Yinluo is here."

Princess Huaiqing, who loves cleanliness, immediately put down her sweat towel, and said with sparkling eyes, "Lead the way. Ask him to go to the inner hall."

She suddenly changed her mind again, picked up the sweat towel again, wiped her face carefully, looked at the mirror, nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then led the maid out of the boudoir.

In the inner hall, she saw Xu Qi'an with a pale face. He was sitting by the desk, squinting his eyes, sipping hot tea.

The little maid of Dexin Garden stood on one side tremblingly.

"Let's all go down."

Huaiqing waved his hand.

The little maid felt relieved, lowered her head, and left in small steps.

After walking a few steps, he heard the king-killing devil behind him laughing and saying: "This little maid is not bad, Your Highness will give it to me."

With tears in her eyes, the little maid looked pitifully at Huaiqing.

Huaiqing waved his hands expressionlessly.

After the maid retreated, Huaiqing carefully examined Xu Qi'an, and said:

"There is still leisure to tease the maid, it seems that the injury is not serious."

Xu Qi'an smiled wryly, "This is not something that can be measured by the seriousness of the injury. I'm already useless."

Huaiqing's face suddenly became serious: "The supervisor can't do anything?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

Huaiqing pursed his lips: "What's going on?"

Xu Qi'an opened the front of his clothes and showed her the condition of his chest. There was a hideous wound in his heart, and there was a magic nail embedded in it.

A warrior below the third rank, with such an injury, can only die.

Fourth-rank martial arts are no exception.

"There are nine such nails in different places on my body."

Xu Qi'an smiled wryly and said: "The magic-sealing nail of the Buddhist sect, the supervisor said that if I forcibly remove it, I will surely die. This body's cultivation is also abolished."

"Buddha."

Huaiqing chanted these two words, his pretty face was covered with frost.

The emperor's eldest daughter, who was known for being cold and indifferent, suddenly felt a strong anger in her heart.

"Why does Buddhism also participate in this matter?"

Huaiqing restrained his emotions and asked.

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an sighed: "It's time to be honest with His Highness."

Huaiqing frowned, straightened his delicate body slightly, and put on a listening posture.

"Actually, the sealed item that escaped from the Sangbo case has always been in my body. It is a Buddhist traitor."

Huaiqing's eyes were fixed, and he opened his mouth slightly, seemingly in disbelief.

Opening his mouth and throwing out such a secret with such a large amount of information, Huaiqing's mind was buzzing, both shocked and confused.

Confused and shocked, they both wanted the sealed item under Sang Bo, why it was on Xu Qi'an.

The Yaozu tried every means to break the seal and release the sealed item. There must be a reason for giving it away to others for no reason.

On the contrary, after hearing that the sealed item was a Buddhist monk, Huaiqing was only slightly stunned, and quickly accepted it.

Because it makes sense.

The sealed item was originally related to Buddhism, which was already confirmed when the Sangbo case was investigated.

"As for why the demon monk is in my body, it's a long story."

Xu Qi'an sighed again, there are some things that people can't help but sigh.

He told Huaiqing that he was entangled in luck, possessed by gods, that his biological father, who was not a son of man, was a disciple of Jianzheng, who stole the fortune of the country, etc., and told Huaiqing in detail.

Now that he had a showdown with Xu Pingfeng, there was no need to keep his secrets.

Especially the members of the Tiandihui, after experiencing the regicide case, it is equivalent to being completely tied up and becoming real partners.

Huaiqing's expression is very exciting, from shock to shock, from shock to disbelief, the emotions are superimposed layer by layer with the change of expression.

However, after hearing that Xu Qi'an was able to use the Zhen Guo Sword and control the Spirit Dragon because of his luck, Huaiqing was obviously relieved, as if something he had been worrying about had been answered.

And the answer is quite satisfactory.

"I see!"

Huaiqing sighed: "All this is because of the competition for destiny."

Xu Qi'an nodded: "Your Highness, remember to keep it secret. The supervisor did not allow me to disclose these things."

Huaiqing let out a "hmm", and then heard Xu Qian say with a strange expression:

"I heard from that dog that my biological mother is a member of Your Highness's family."

Huaiqing turned pale with shock, her pretty face changed slightly.

"It's the one from five hundred years ago."

Huaiqing from the line five hundred years ago was relieved once again.

"So next, I'm going to travel for a period of time to collect the broken dragon vein spirits for Dafeng."

Xu Qi'an looked at the cold and noble woman like iceberg snow lotus, and said softly: "Your Highness, take care."

Huaiqing was slightly moved, and said softly: "Young Master Xu cherishes it."

She no longer referred to Xu Qi'an as "adult".

Xu Qi'an nodded, suddenly showing hesitation, and said:

"His Highness Lin'an seems to be very concerned about my regicide, can His Highness explain it to me?"

Huaiqing let out an "oh", dragged out a long ending, and said with a deadpan expression:

"Master Xu has already been to Shaoyin Palace. In Mr. Xu's mind, Lin'an is indeed the most important."

Come, come, are you going to say next: Obviously I came first

Xu Qi'an didn't know how to answer, when he suddenly heard Xiao Suibu approaching the inner hall, Huaiqing tacitly kept silent and didn't speak anymore.

After a while, a court lady came in and said respectfully: "Your Highness, His Highness Lin'an is here and wants to see you."

"I avoid it."

Xu Qi'an immediately got up and walked towards the inner hall.

After he hid, Huaiqing said, "Let her in."

"yes!"

The maid stepped back.

Two or three minutes later, Lin'an, who was wearing a red dress, entered the inner hall alone.

She sat down on her own, with a haggard complexion, and the depression between her brows was hard to understand.

First, he glanced at Huaiqing, then looked away, looked ahead, and said in a soft but hollow voice:

"I have heard from the elder brother of the crown prince that my father was cut off from the food and grass of the army by the sorcerer's religion, so that Wei Yuan and the 80,000 army died in the northeast."

Huaiqing drank his tea with his head down and remained silent.

"I know that Wei Yuan treated him with great kindness, but, my father is my father. How could he kill my father without saying anything?"

Tears rolled down Lin'an, pear blossoms brought rain.

"Did he go looking for you?"

Huaiqing said.

"how do you know"

Lin'an glanced at her, nodded, and cried, "He just went looking for me, I didn't dare to see him, I don't know how to face him."

She said while crying: "I want to see him, but I'm afraid to see him. Even if the father killed Wei Yuan, the father is still controlled by the witch god sect. What's wrong with the father? The father has been a child since he was a child." just spoil me

"I dreamed about my father last night. He died so badly. Huaiqing, my heart hurts. I, I have no one to talk to."

In the end, the one who can speak his mind and vent his grief is actually this elder sister who has been fighting with her for more than ten years.

She is so lonely.

Huaiqing whispered, "You like him, right?"

Lin'an didn't answer.

"Now, do you still like it now?"

Lin'an seemed to have collapsed, and cried bitterly at his desk.

Huaiqing understands and still likes it, but he can no longer face the man who killed his father and enemy.

What she lost was not only her father, but also a secretly sweet love hidden in her heart.

"well!"

Huaiqing sighed and said:

"Whether you hate him, like him, or whether you can face him again, these are all your business. I don't care about your feelings.

"But there are some things, some truths, I think you have the right to know."

PS: Coded out, relieved. The typo will be corrected tomorrow, this chapter is yesterday.