Journey Through Books and Return Home Twice

Chapter 1 The ink scroll was shocked Lin Yanqiu felt that he might have died suddenly. As a hard-working Internet article editor, he finished the final review of a million-word immortal novel in three consecutive days. When his eyesight went dark and he fell on the keyboard, the last thought in his mind was: Who did Shen Qinghan, the male protagonist of this book, end up with? The author's ending is like looking at flowers in the fog, which deceives a person to death. When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight turned into soft light with a touch of dust coming in through the carved window lattice. There was a refreshing scent of sandalwood lingering on the tip of his nose, and the jade bed beneath him was warm to the touch. Lin Yanqiu: "..." He sat up suddenly and looked down at his hands. They are fair, slender, and have well-defined joints, but they are not his hands that have calluses on their fingertips from years of typing on the keyboard. Raising his eyes again, his eyes swept across the antique room - the pear wood dressing table, the ink landscape paintings hanging on the wall, the vague aura floating in the air... An absurd but extremely clear idea hit his mind: He had slipped through a book, into the immortal novel "Qing Han Xian Dao" he had just finished reviewing. What's even more terrible is that he touched the clothes on his body, combined with some remaining memory fragments of the original owner, and found that he was dressed as a cannon fodder junior fellow apprentice with the same name in the book. He has mixed spiritual roots and mediocre qualifications. In the talented Qingyun Sect, he is the kind of character who can't be found in the crowd. In the end, it seems that in a secret exploration, in order to block a knife for a core disciple, he received a box lunch without even remembering his name. "Fuck." Lin Yanqiu cursed in a low voice, wanting to cry without tears. Others are either the protagonist or the villain in the book, but it is better for him to start directly in hell. Now that it's here, let's make peace with it... What the hell! He doesn't want to die! Just as he was scratching his hair irritably, there was a sound of very light footsteps outside the door, and then a voice as cold as jade stones sounded, with unquestionable majesty: "Junior Brother Lin, Master calls you to the front hall." Lin Yanqiu froze. This voice... He looked up sharply toward the door. In the backlight, a slender and tall figure stood. The visitor was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with the Qingyun Sect's cloud pattern logo embroidered with silver thread on the sleeves. With his slight movements, a faint luster flowed out. He walked in slowly, and the light gradually outlined his features clearly. That was a face that could make heaven and earth pale. Her eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, and her eyes are like the waves of autumn water, but they also carry an alienation that repels people thousands of miles away. The bridge of the nose is high and the lip color is light. When combined together, it is the ultimate cool and handsome look. His skin is a cold white color that has not been exposed to the scorching sun all year round. His hair is tied up with a simple hosta, and a few strands of broken hair hang down in front of his forehead. Not only does it not look messy, but it adds a bit of immortality. The most impressive thing is his eyes. The pupils are extremely dark ink, as if they contain eternal ice. When he looks at people, his eyes are calm and calm, but they seem to be able to penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts. Lin Yanqiu's heart skipped a beat and he forgot to breathe. Shen Qinghan. The absolute protagonist of "Qinghan Fairy Road", a rare genius from the Qingyun Sect, a future giant in the fairy world, and the male protagonist with a mysterious ending that he was still talking about just now. The book describes Shen Qinghan in a dazzling light, saying that he has peerless appearance, cold temperament, and profound cultivation. But no matter how gorgeous the description in words is, it cannot compare to one ten thousandth of what you see with your own eyes. At this moment, the legendary male protagonist was looking at him with slightly lowered eyes, his eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at an insignificant item. "Senior, senior brother." Lin Yanqiu stammered, trying hard to pull out the proper title and etiquette from the memory of the original owner. He quickly got off the bed and bowed politely, "I'll be there right away." Shen Qinghan didn't say another word, just nodded slightly, turned and left. His back was still as straight as a pine tree, and his steps were gentle and slow, but with an invisible sense of oppression. It wasn't until the figure disappeared outside the door that Lin Yanqiu breathed a long sigh of relief, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his back. Just like the description in the book, Shen Qinghan not only has incredible looks, but also has a terrifying aura. He composed himself and did not dare to delay. He quickly arranged his clothes and walked quickly to the front hall. On the way, he recalled the plot as he walked. The reason why the original owner "Lin Yanqiu" was summoned by the master was because yesterday in the sect's competition, he challenged an outer disciple without knowing how high and high he was. As a result, he was beaten to the point where his spiritual power was disordered and he fainted - it was at this time that the modern Lin Yanqiu came. His master was an inconspicuous inner elder of the Qingyun Sect with a surname of Wu and a gentle temperament. However, because of this, he had little say in the sect and the resources that could be allocated to the original owner were pitiful. Sure enough, when he arrived at the front hall, Elder Wu looked at him with a bit of helplessness on his face: "Yanqiu, do you know your mistake? With your current cultivation level, it is really reckless to challenge Junior Brother Wang." "Disciple knows his mistake." Lin Yanqiu admitted his mistake obediently, but he was complaining in his heart: Isn't this the original owner's brain? None of my business. "That's all," Elder Wu sighed, "Your spirit is fundamentally mixed, and cultivation is not easy. Don't be impulsive again in the future. This is a bottle of spirit-strengthening pill. Take it and take good care of your body. Don't go out in the near future, and practice quietly in the courtyard." "Thank you, Master." Lin Yanqiu took the jade bottle and felt a little more at ease. It's safe at least for now. Returning to his simple little courtyard, Lin Yanqiu looked at the Spirit-Guiding Pill in his hand, and felt the spiritual power in it that was so weak that it was almost negligible, and couldn't help but sigh. The life of this cannon fodder is really difficult. If you want to survive, you have to become stronger. But how can he, a loser with mixed spiritual roots, compare with those geniuses? Wait... He is the one who has read the whole book! He knows where the plot is going, where there are secret realms, where there are treasures, who is the enemy, and who can be temporarily won over... Does this count as his golden finger? Lin Yanqiu's eyes lit up. Maybe, he can not only survive, but also live well? At this moment, a clear voice came from outside the courtyard door: "Junior Brother Yanqiu, are you there?" Lin Yanqiu was stunned, walked to the door and opened it. Standing outside the door was a girl in a green robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a double bun, a round face, and eyes like two black grapes, exuding a lively and agile aura. It was Su Ling'er, one of the few disciples in the Qingyun Sect who was relatively friendly to the original master. She had a cheerful personality, no scheming, and her cultivation level was average among her peers. "Senior Sister Ling'er," Lin Yanqiu smiled, "Is something okay?" "I heard that you were injured yesterday, Xiao Bi, and I came here to see you." Su Ling'er walked into the yard and put a food box in her hand on the stone table. "These are some pastries I made myself. You can try them to replenish your health." "Thank you, senior sister." Lin Yanqiu felt warm in his heart. In this strange world, this kind of kindness is extremely precious. "Why are you being polite to me?" Su Ling'er waved her hand and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you seriously injured? That Fatty Wang was too cruel!" "It's much better now. Thank you, senior sister, for your concern." The two chatted for a few words, and Su Ling'er told him to take good care of his injuries before leaving. Lin Yanqiu looked at the pastries on the table and felt a little more at ease. At least he wasn't completely alone. In the days that followed, Lin Yanqiu practiced the basic mental methods of Qingyun Sect according to the memory of the original owner, while recalling the details in the book and looking for opportunities that could be exploited. He knew that in three months, the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect would have an opportunity to go to the back mountain to practice. Although it was only on the outskirts of the back mountain, there was an inconspicuous valley there in which a herb called "Ningling Grass" grew. It was of great benefit to a person with meager spiritual power like him. Moreover, according to the plot, during this experience, Shen Qinghan will accidentally appear there because he is chasing a fleeing monster, and he will encounter a little trouble. Could this be his opportunity to get close to Shen Qinghan? Lin Yanqiu hesitated. Shen Qinghan has a cold temperament and doesn't like to interact with others. He also has a deep mind and is not easy to get close to. But it is undeniable that he is the biggest "thigh" in this book. If you can build a good relationship with him, even if you just let him remember you, you might be able to find another way to survive in the future. After careful consideration, Lin Yanqiu decided to take a gamble. Three months passed quickly. Lin Yanqiu's cultivation level barely improved with the help of the Spirit-Reinforcing Pill and the Spirit-Condensing Grass (he secretly picked some in advance), reaching the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. Although he was still at the bottom, he was much better than the original owner. The day of training has arrived. The outer disciples gathered at the gate of the mountain and were led by several inner disciples to the back mountain. Lin Yanqiu blended in the crowd, as inconspicuous as a speck of dust. He looked around calmly, looking for the direction of the valley mentioned in the plot. After entering the outskirts of the back mountain, the disciples spread out in twos and threes, each looking for their target. Lin Yanqiu pretended to be looking for low-level monsters and herbs like everyone else, and slowly approached the valley in his memory. Sure enough, halfway through, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from ahead, mixed with the roars of monsters. Lin Yanqiu's heart moved, he stepped lightly and quietly touched it. In the open space ahead, Shen Qinghan was fighting with a huge black bear demon. The black bear demon is at the peak of its Qi refining stage. It is thick-skinned and extremely powerful. Although it is not very intelligent, it is extremely aggressive. Shen Qinghan's cultivation level is already at the first level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Logically speaking, it is more than enough to deal with a demonic beast in the Qi Refining Stage. However, at this moment, he seems to be at a loss - there was a bone-deep wound on his left arm at some point. The blood soaked the moon-white Taoist robe and dripped down his arm, affecting his movements. And behind the black bear demon, there was an outer disciple lying, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Lin Yanqiu's heart lifted. In the plot, Shen Qinghan did encounter the black bear demon here and was slightly injured, but no one else was present. It seems that because of his arrival, the plot has undergone some subtle changes. Shen Qinghan obviously noticed the injured disciple and was a little more cautious when he took action. The black bear demon seized the opportunity and slapped his chest with his palm! "Be careful!" Lin Yanqiu blurted out without thinking. Shen Qinghan's eyes flashed, and he turned sideways to avoid it, but he was still hit by the strong wind brought by the bear's claws. He staggered, and the wound on his left arm opened again, and blood surged out. That's it now! Lin Yanqiu remembered what he had prepared in advance, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his storage bag, which contained an ointment he made by mixing Ningling Grass and several common herbs. Although it was not a panacea, it was still somewhat effective in stopping bleeding and relieving pain. He took a deep breath, took advantage of the moment when the black bear demon turned around, rushed over quickly, and threw the porcelain bottle at Shen Qinghan: "Brother, this can stop the bleeding!" Shen Qinghan subconsciously caught the porcelain bottle and looked at Lin Yanqiu with a trace of surprise in his eyes. He recognized this junior fellow apprentice, who had mediocre qualifications and was unremarkable. He didn't expect to meet him here, and... Before he could think about it, the black bear demon had already pounced on him again. Shen Qinghan no longer hesitated and stuffed the porcelain bottle into the storage bag. His eyes turned cold, and his spiritual energy surged. He didn't know when a white long sword appeared in his hand. The sword's light flashed like the moonlight, and it instantly pierced the black bear demon's heart. The huge body fell to the ground with a crash, stirring up a cloud of dust. Shen Qinghan put away his sword and stood up. His face was a little pale due to blood loss, but his eyes were still cold. He walked to the injured outer sect disciple, checked for breath, and frowned slightly: "If you still have breath, take it back to the sect first." After speaking, he looked at Lin Yanqiu who was standing aside, feeling a little uneasy. Staring at those deep eyes, Lin Yanqiu felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate again. He bit the bullet and said, "Senior brother, your injury..." Shen Qinghan lowered his head and glanced at his left arm. The bleeding had stopped somewhat. It was obvious that the ointment had worked. He was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Thank you." These two words were as light as a gust of wind, but they made Lin Yanqiu breathe a sigh of relief. At least, he remembered himself. Chapter 2 The growing bond Shen Qinghan didn't say anything more, he just used his spiritual power to lift up the injured outer disciple, turned around and left. "Senior brother," Lin Yanqiu quickly stopped him, "This place is still some distance from the sect. Your injury... Do you want me to come and help?" Shen Qinghan paused and looked back at him. There was still no warmth in the eyes, but there seemed to be a little more consideration. Lin Yanqiu knew that his cultivation level was low and the help he could do was limited, but he had to seize this opportunity. He said sincerely: "Although my cultivation level is not high, I still have strength. I can help take care of this junior brother." Shen Qinghan was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "That's fine." After getting the answer, Lin Yanqiu felt happy and quickly followed. Along the way, the two of them didn't speak much. Shen Qinghan walked in front with a steady pace. Even though he was injured, his speed was much faster than Lin Yanqiu. Lin Yanqiu followed step by step, occasionally paying attention to the condition of the disciple who was being supported by spiritual power. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on Shen Qinghan's profile, outlining the perfect jawline. His side face had more hard lines than his front face, but it was still so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes away. Lin Yanqiu glanced secretly for a few times, then quickly looked away, feeling a little complicated. As a reader, he once lamented Shen Qinghan's experience, admired his strength, and felt a little sorry for his loneliness at the end. But now, he was standing next to this person alive, feeling his real aura and temperature. It was a wonderful feeling. He knew about Shen Qinghan's past. He was originally the legitimate son of a small family in the mortal world, but because of his naturally pure spiritual roots, he was discovered by the elders of the Qingyun Sect and was forcibly taken to the mountains and separated from his family. People in the sect only saw his aura of genius, but few knew how much effort he put into it and how much loneliness he endured. Maybe it's because of this that he is so alienated from people. After returning to the sect, Shen Qinghan handed over the injured disciple to the elder in charge of the elixir, and then went straight back to his residence - Qinghan Peak. It was a mountain peak specially opened for him by the Qingyun Sect. It was shrouded in clouds and mist, and he was the only one who lived there all year round. Lin Yanqiu looked at his leaving figure and sighed silently. It seems that there is still a long way to go to build a good relationship with this male protagonist. However, this experience was not without its rewards. At least Shen Qinghan remembered him and owed him a small favor. In the days that followed, Lin Yanqiu continued to practice in a low-key manner. He knows the shortcomings of his spiritual roots, so he works harder than anyone else. He used his understanding of the plot to find some cultivation resources that were ignored in the original work and suitable for low-level disciples like him. Although his cultivation was slow, he has been steadily improving. During this period, Su Ling'er visited him several times, each time bringing some food or low-level talismans that she didn't need, and the relationship between the two gradually became closer. The intersection between Lin Yanqiu and Shen Qinghan seemed to be limited to that back-mountain experience. Until a month later, the sect issued a mission - to go to the small town at the foot of the mountain to investigate the recent frequent disappearances there, which were suspected to be related to evil cultivators. The difficulty of this task is neither high nor low, and it is suitable for disciples from the Qi refining stage to the early foundation building stage. Lin Yanqiu's eyes lit up when he saw the mission. He remembers the plot! On the surface, this disappearance was the work of an evil cultivator, but in fact it was the work of a demon cultivator who had been hiding in the town for many years. This demon cultivator's cultivation level is in the middle of the foundation building period, which is slightly higher than Shen Qinghan's current cultivation level. In the original work, Shen Qinghan accepted this task and encountered some troubles during the investigation. Although he succeeded in killing the demon cultivator, he was also seriously injured. If he could help Shen Qinghan "just right" in this mission again... Lin Yanqiu immediately accepted the task without any hesitation. Coincidentally, when he went to the task hall to register, he happened to meet Shen Qinghan. Shen Qinghan was obviously here to take over the task. When he saw Lin Yanqiu, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes. "Junior Brother Lin." He nodded slightly as a greeting. "Senior Brother Shen." Lin Yanqiu quickly returned the greeting, "Senior Brother, are you also here to take over the town's mission?" Shen Qinghan nodded: "Yes." "That's just right," Lin Yanqiu said in a pretense of surprise, "I have also accepted this task, why don't we go together? It's good to have someone to take care of you." He was actually very nervous, afraid that Shen Qinghan would refuse. After all, with Shen Qinghan's strength, there is no need for him to be a dragster. Sure enough, Shen Qinghan was silent for a moment and said: "It may be dangerous to go here. Your cultivation is still shallow, so..." "Senior brother," Lin Yanqiu interrupted him with a sincere tone, "It is precisely because there is danger that we need to take care of each other. Although my cultivation level is not high, I have also learned some tracking and detection skills, which may be able to help. Moreover, one more person can also have more strength." He knew that Shen Qinghan was not the kind of arrogant person, but he just didn't like trouble. Therefore, he must make Shen Qinghan feel that bringing him along is not a burden. Shen Qinghan glanced at him, as if judging whether what he said was true or false. After a moment, he nodded: "Yes." Lin Yanqiu felt a big stone fall in his heart, and a sincere smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, senior brother!" The two agreed to set off early the next morning. The next day, at the mountain gate. Shen Qinghan was still wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, carrying a long sword on his back, and his posture was upright. Seeing Lin Yanqiu walking towards him carrying a small baggage, he nodded slightly. Lin Yanqiu's clothes were very ordinary. He was wearing a gray-blue outer disciple uniform. It was a little white after washing, but it was very clean. His appearance is actually not bad, he is handsome and attractive, but because he has been practicing with his head down for many years and has no sense of presence, few people notice him. At this moment, the sunlight fell on his face, and you could see the seriousness and subtle excitement in his eyes. "Brother, let's go." "Yeah." The two of them walked down the mountain side by side, silent all the way. Lin Yanqiu wanted to find something to talk about, but looking at Shen Qinghan's cold face, he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. He was afraid that if he spoke too much, he would make the boss impatient. Shen Qinghan, on the other hand, seemed to be aware of his embarrassment and took the initiative to ask: "How long have you been in the sect?" Lin Yanqiu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to take the initiative. Chapter 3: Suspicions in the Small Town "Back to senior brother, it has been three years since this disciple joined the sect." Lin Yanqiu replied quickly, feeling a little surprised that Shen Qinghan would ask this. Shen Qinghan said "hmm" and then said: "Looking at your cultivation, it seems that you are more advanced than the last time we met." "I was lucky enough to have a breakthrough." Lin Yanqiu said modestly. He was quite happy that Shen Qinghan noticed the changes in his cultivation. "There is no luck in the way of cultivation," Shen Qinghan said calmly, "Being able to steadily improve under the mixed spiritual roots shows that you are working very hard." Although these words were plain, they contained a hint of certainty, which made Lin Yanqiu feel warm in his heart. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior brother, I just don't want to hold the sect back." Shen Qinghan said nothing, but Lin Yanqiu felt that the atmosphere between the two seemed to have relaxed. Along the way down the mountain, the two of them occasionally chatted. Most of the time, Lin Yanqiu was talking and Shen Qinghan was listening. Lin Yanqiu talked about his trivial matters in the sect, interesting stories about Senior Sister Su Linger, and even his curiosity about the small town at the foot of the mountain. Although Shen Qinghan talks little, he will occasionally respond or ask one or two questions. Lin Yanqiu discovered that Shen Qinghan was not completely indifferent, but was not good at expressing himself. Although his eyes were cold, the occasional flash of curiosity, or the almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth when he heard an interesting story, made him feel that this legendary male protagonist actually had an ordinary side. In the evening, the two finally arrived at Qingshi Town at the foot of the mountain. Qingshi Town is not big, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Most of the people in the town are ordinary mortals, and there are only a few shops serving the monks who pass by. As soon as he entered the town, Lin Yanqiu felt a faint evil spirit, which was hidden under the hustle and bustle of the market. He glanced at Shen Qinghan calmly and found that the other person's brows were slightly furrowed, and he obviously noticed it. "Find an inn to stay in first." Shen Qinghan whispered. "Okay." The two chose to stay at the "Ying Ke Lai" inn, which looked relatively clean, and rented two adjacent rooms. After settling in, Shen Qinghan said: "Let's explore each other tonight to understand the situation, and then we will meet again tomorrow morning." "Well, senior brother, be careful." Lin Yanqiu nodded. He knows Shen Qinghan's acting style and likes to act alone, which is more efficient. As night falls, Qingshi Town gradually becomes quiet. Lin Yanqiu put on ordinary civilian clothes and quietly left the inn. According to the original description, the demon cultivator was hiding in a medicine shop at the east end of the town. The owner of the drug store is named Hu. On the surface, he is a kind-hearted old man, but in fact he is a fox demon who has been practicing for hundreds of years. Lin Yanqiu did not go directly to the east end of the town. Instead, he wandered around the town first, pretending to be a stranger coming to the market, chatting with street vendors, and inquiring about the disappearance. "Oh, talking about this disappearance, it's really evil!" An old man selling candied haws on a stick sighed, "There have been seven or eight people missing. They are all young and strong guys. They are fine during the day, but they disappear at night. No one can be seen alive or dead." "Didn't the government investigate?" Lin Yanqiu asked. "I checked, why not? But after checking again and again, nothing was found. Some people said that it was taken away by the spirits in the mountains, and others said that it was captured by evil cultivators to practice some evil magic..." The old man lowered his voice, with fear on his face, "Now no one in the town dares to go out at night." Lin Yanqiu understood clearly, it was almost the same as described in the original work. This fox demon captures mortals in order to absorb their essence for cultivation. The method is concealed and mortals cannot detect it. He asked a few more questions and then walked towards the east end of the town. The east end of the town is relatively remote, with not many residents. The "Huji Pharmacy" is located on the corner of the street, with a faded cover hanging at the door, which looks a bit eerie in the moonlight. Lin Yanqiu did not approach, but hid under an old locust tree opposite and observed secretly. The drug store was closed, but there was a faint candlelight inside. About an hour later, the back door of the drug store quietly opened, and a thin black figure flashed out and ran quickly towards the outside of the town. Lin Yanqiu's eyes widened. There was a faint demonic aura about the black figure, and he was obviously the subordinate of the fox demon. He followed quietly without alerting the other party. The black shadow ran all the way towards the mass grave outside the town. The mass graves are so gloomy and filled with graves that even monks are reluctant to approach them easily. The black shadow stopped in front of a slope in the center of the mass grave, looked around, then bowed three times to the slope and muttered something in a low voice. The earth slope suddenly cracked open, revealing a dark hole. The black shadow got in, and the gap slowly closed again, returning to its original state. Lin Yanqiu hid in the dark, feeling shocked. It turns out that this fox demon has also set up a lair in the mass grave! This was not written in the original work! It seems that the deviation of the plot is greater than he imagined. He didn't dare to act rashly, so he took note of the location of the cave entrance and quietly retreated. He had to tell Shen Qinghan this discovery quickly. When he returned to the inn, Shen Qinghan had just returned and was sitting at the table in the room, looking at a map of the town on the table. "Senior brother." Lin Yanqiu opened the door and came in. Shen Qinghan looked up at him: "Did you find anything?" "Well," Lin Yanqiu walked to the table, "I found out that the missing person may be hidden in a mass grave outside the town. There is a fox demon's lair there." He told Shen Qinghan everything he had discovered, including Hu Ji's Drug Store and the mysterious cave entrance. After hearing this, Shen Qinghan frowned even more: "Fox demon? When I investigated, I only felt a hint of demonic aura in the drug store, but I didn't expect that she had a back-up plan." "This fox demon is very cunning," Lin Yanqiu said, "and I feel that her cultivation level is not low, probably above the middle stage of foundation building." Shen Qinghan nodded: "I noticed it too. Tomorrow we will go to the drug store to find out the truth and then make plans." "Okay." Early the next morning, the two of them changed their outfits, pretended to be ordinary people who came to see a doctor and get medicine, and walked into Hu Ji Pharmacy. The drug store was filled with a strong smell of herbal medicine. An old man with gray hair was sitting behind the counter, lowering his head and fiddling with the abacus. It was Boss Hu. He raised his head and saw Lin Yanqiu and Shen Qinghan, with kind smiles on their faces: "Two guests, do you want to see a doctor or take medicine?" Lin Yanqiu looked at him calmly. Boss Hu looks no different from an ordinary old man, but if you look closely, you can find a hint of cunning and coldness hidden deep in his eyes. Moreover, the demonic aura on his body was concealed by some kind of secret technique, and it could easily be concealed without careful investigation. Shen Qinghan took a step forward and said in a calm voice: "The two of us have a cough and want to grab some medicine." "Easy to say, easy to say." Boss Hu stood up enthusiastically, "Please follow me to the back hall to have a look." Lin Yanqiu and Shen Qinghan looked at each other and followed. The back hall is smaller than the front hall, with several medicine cabinets and a small table. Boss Hu turned around to get the medicine. The moment he turned around, Lin Yanqiu saw a small amount of invisible white fluff on his neck. It is indeed a fox demon! At this moment, Boss Hu suddenly turned around, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a ferocious look: "Two monks, since you are here, don't even think about leaving!" Before he finished speaking, the demonic aura around him surged, and his originally thin body instantly became taller, white fluff grew on his face, his ears became pointed and long, and a fluffy white tail appeared behind him. The demonic energy in the middle stage of foundation building rushed towards my face, carrying a fishy smell. "Sure enough, it's you!" Shen Qinghan shouted coldly, and a long sword instantly appeared in his hand. Infused with spiritual power, the sword emitted a faint white light. "You should be punished with death if you harm a mortal!" "Hahaha," the fox demon laughed wildly, "Just the two of you? One in the early stage of foundation building and the other in the Qi refining stage? How dare you interfere in my business!" She swayed and turned into a white shadow, rushing towards Shen Qinghan, her sharp claws flashing with cold light. Shen Qinghan's eyes narrowed, he unsheathed his sword and faced him. The sword light collided with the claw shadow, making a harsh metallic sound. Lin Yanqiu knew that his cultivation level was low and he could not help in any positive way, but he was not idle either. He remembered that the fox demon had a weakness, which was that it was afraid of fire. He took out a few fireball talismans that he had prepared long ago from his storage bag, and while the fox demon was fighting with Shen Qinghan, he activated them suddenly and threw them towards the fox demon. "Chichi——" The fireball talisman turned into several flames in the air and accurately hit the fox demon's tail. "Ouch!" The fox demon let out a scream, and her tail was burned by the flames, causing her movements to freeze in pain. Shen Qinghan seized this opportunity, and his long sword was like lightning, instantly piercing the fox demon's left shoulder. "Seeking death!" The fox demon was hurt and angry, with a fierce look in his eyes. She opened her mouth suddenly and sprayed out a cloud of black mist, heading towards Shen Qinghan. "Be careful, this mist is poisonous!" Lin Yanqiu reminded quickly. Shen Qinghan quickly retreated to avoid the fog, but he was still a little contaminated and his face turned slightly pale. The fox demon took the opportunity to turn into a white shadow and fled towards the window of the back hall. "Want to run?" Shen Qinghan shouted, suppressing the discomfort, and chased after him. "Senior brother, I'm going to the mass grave!" Lin Yanqiu shouted. He knew that the fox demon would definitely return to its lair, where missing mortals might still be imprisoned. Shen Qinghan looked back at him and nodded: "Be careful!" Lin Yanqiu no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed out of the drug store, running towards the mass grave outside the town. Chapter 4 The Horror of the Lair The gloomy atmosphere in the mass grave was heavier than last night. As soon as Lin Yanqiu got closer, he felt a biting chill that made him shiver. He took a deep breath, used the meager spiritual power in his body to resist the Yin Qi, and found the hole hidden behind the slope according to the location he noted last night. The entrance to the cave was still closed, and nothing unusual could be seen. Lin Yanqiu did not open it rashly, but first explored the surroundings to confirm that there were no traps. Then he followed the appearance of the black shadow last night, bowed three times to the slope, and whispered a few spells he heard from the black shadow. Sure enough, the soil slope slowly cracked, revealing the dark hole. A stronger fishy smell wafted out from the entrance of the cave, mixed with the faint smell of blood and the breath of mortals. Lin Yanqiu's heart tightened, and he clenched the dagger in his hand - that was his only weapon, then took a deep breath and got into the hole. Inside the cave entrance is a narrow passage that can only allow one person to pass through. It is so dark all around that you can't see your fingers. Lin Yanqiu took out a luminous pearl from his storage bag and dispelled the darkness. The walls of the passage were made of damp soil, and there were still some scratches on them, as if they had been dug out by something. After walking for about a stick of incense, the passage suddenly opened up, and a spacious cave appeared. The cave was brightly lit, with some simple stone tables and benches placed, and some hay and sundries piled in the corner. In the innermost part of the cave, there are several cages woven with vines. Inside the cages are a few mortals with ragged clothes and sallow faces, who are the missing young men. When they saw Lin Yanqiu, their eyes showed a hint of fear at first, and then their eyes ignited with hope. "Help... Save us..." A young man shouted weakly. "Don't make any sound." Lin Yanqiu made a silent gesture and lowered his voice, "I'm here to save you. I'll open the cage later, and you can follow me immediately." Just as he was about to step forward and open the cage, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the depths of the cave and a charming voice: "My little darlings, my sister is back to give you snacks~" It's a fox demon! Why did she come back so soon? Could it be that something happened to Shen Qinghan? Lin Yanqiu's heart skipped a beat. Without any time to think, he quickly hid behind a huge rock and held his breath. I saw the fox demon limping in. The wound on her left shoulder was still bleeding and her face was pale. It was obvious that she had been seriously injured in the fight with Shen Qinghan just now. She was also holding someone in her hand, it was Shen Qinghan! At this moment, Shen Qinghan's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak. He was obviously poisoned by the fox demon and passed out. "Senior Brother Shen!" Lin Yanqiu exclaimed in his heart, his heart in his throat. The fox demon threw Shen Qinghan to the ground, took a breath, and kicked him viciously: "You brat, how dare you hurt me! When I regain my strength, I will absorb all your cultivation, leaving you unable to live or die!" She turned to look at the mortals in the cages, licked her lips, and a greedy light showed in her eyes: "The essence of these mortals is still delicious..." With that said, she was about to walk towards the cage. No, she cannot be allowed to hurt these people, let alone Shen Qinghan! Lin Yanqiu's heart was beating wildly. He knew that he was no match for the fox demon, but he had to find a way to delay time or find a chance to save Shen Qinghan. He saw a clay pot filled with liquid, which looked like some kind of kerosene, sitting on the stone table next to him. He looked at the luminous pearl in his hand again, and a bold idea formed in his mind. The fox demon is getting closer and closer to the stone table. That's it now! Lin Yanqiu suddenly jumped out from behind the rock, grabbed the clay pot on the table, and threw it at the fox demon! "Wow--" The kerosene splashed all over the fox demon and instantly soaked her fur. "Who?!" The fox demon was startled. He turned around and saw Lin Yanqiu. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he became furious, "It's you, a little reptile! How dare you follow me here!" Lin Yanqiu ignored her roar, quickly took out a fireball talisman from his storage bag, activated it and threw it towards the fox demon. "Boom!" The fireball talisman hit the kerosene on the fox demon's body and instantly ignited a raging fire. "Ouch——!" The fox demon let out a shrill scream, and the flames on her body grew stronger and stronger, causing her to roll on the ground in pain. The mortals in the cage were stunned by this sudden change. Lin Yanqiu took the opportunity to rush to Shen Qinghan and wanted to pull him away. But Shen Qinghan's body was very heavy, and it took a lot of effort to drag him behind the rock. "Senior Brother Shen, wake up!" Lin Yanqiu patted Shen Qinghan's face and shouted anxiously. Shen Qinghan frowned and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little confused. Seeing Lin Yanqiu, he was stunned for a moment: "Junior brother Lin?" "Senior brother, you're awake!" Lin Yanqiu was overjoyed, "The fox demon is trapped by me, let's leave quickly!" Only then did Shen Qinghan feel the burning pain in his body and the chaotic spiritual energy in his body. He struggled to stand up, but found that his whole body was weak. "I've been poisoned by her, and I can't move for the time being." Shen Qinghan's voice was a little weak. "What should we do?" Lin Yanqiu was anxious. Although the fox demon was burned by the fire, she was a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building after all, and she would definitely not be able to hold on for long. Sure enough, after a while, the flames on the fox demon gradually extinguished, and most of her fur was singed. She looked miserable, but her eyes were even more fierce, like a wounded beast. "I'm going to kill you!!" The fox demon roared and rushed towards Lin Yanqiu and Shen Qinghan. Lin Yanqiu subconsciously stood in front of Shen Qinghan and clenched the dagger in his hand. Although his whole body was shaking with fear, his eyes were firm. At this critical moment, Shen Qinghan's eyes suddenly flashed, and he used all his strength to inject a pure spiritual power into the dagger in Lin Yanqiu's hand. "Use this! Stab her in the heart!" Lin Yanqiu felt a powerful force pouring into the dagger, and the sword instantly became hot and glowed brightly. He didn't hesitate, and based on his instinct, he stabbed the dagger towards the fox demon's heart! "Pfft——" The short sword pierced the fox demon's heart accurately. The fox demon's movements stopped abruptly, and he looked down at the dagger on his chest in disbelief. Then he slowly fell down, and his body gradually turned into a blackened fox, completely lifeless. Crisis resolved. Lin Yanqiu collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat. The scene just now was really thrilling. Shen Qinghan looked at him, a complex emotion flashing through his eyes, including gratitude, surprise, and a hint of subtle warmth. "Thank you, Junior Brother Lin." Although his voice was still weak, it was filled with unprecedented sincerity. "Senior brother, it's good that you're fine." Lin Yanqiu smiled, a little pale. He supported Shen Qinghan, opened the cage first, released all the mortals inside, and asked them to leave here quickly. Then, he supported Shen Qinghan and slowly walked out of the cave. When we returned to the inn, it was already dark. Lin Yanqiu put Shen Qinghan on the bed, went to the drug store in the town to buy some detoxifying herbs, made a medicinal soup, and fed Shen Qinghan to take it. After Shen Qinghan took the medicine, his complexion improved and he fell into a deep sleep. Lin Yanqiu stayed by the bed, looking at Shen Qinghan's peaceful sleeping face. His usual coldness and alienation have faded away, and his sleeping face looks much softer. His long eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyelids, and his lip color is still very light. Lin Yanqiu's heartbeat was inexplicably faster. He didn't know how he felt about Shen Qinghan. At first, I just wanted to hug my thighs and survive. But after these few interactions, especially in the cave just now, when he subconsciously wanted to protect Shen Qinghan, he found that he seemed to be more than just wanting to hug his thigh. Maybe it's admiration? Is it gratitude? Or... Something else? He didn't dare to think deeply, so he just watched silently until the sky turned white, then he lay down beside the bed and fell asleep in a daze. Chapter 5 Time on Qinghan Peak When Shen Qinghan woke up, it was already noon the next day. Most of the demon poison in the body has been cured, and some spiritual power has been restored. He opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Yanqiu sleeping soundly beside the bed. Lin Yanqiu's sleeping posture was not very elegant, his hair was a little messy, there was a trace of suspicious saliva at the corner of his mouth, and his face looked tired. But for some reason, seeing him like this, Shen Qinghan felt a ripple in his heart. He remembered the scene in the cave yesterday. This seemingly inconspicuous little junior brother not only did not run away in such a dangerous situation, but stepped forward and even risked his own life to save him. This courage and loyalty moved him a little. He stood up gently, trying not to wake Lin Yanqiu, and walked to the table. Chapter 6 Undercurrents and Cracks When Lin Yanqiu woke up, he only felt a little stiff in his neck. He rubbed his neck and raised his head, meeting Shen Qinghan's gaze. The gaze no longer had the alienation of the past, but instead contained a slight warmth that he couldn't understand, making his cheeks feel slightly hot. "Senior brother, are you awake?" He quickly stood up and dusted himself off, "How do you feel?" "It's nothing serious." Shen Qinghan handed her a glass of warm water. When their fingertips touched, Lin Yanqiu retracted his hand as if he had been burned. Shen Qinghan's eyes darkened slightly and he placed the water glass on the table, "Thank you very much this time." "Senior brother, you're welcome." Lin Yanqiu scratched his head, not daring to look at him. The two packed their bags and returned to Qingyun Sect. The credit for the small town mission was recorded in Shen Qinghan's name, but he specifically mentioned Lin Yanqiu's name in front of the elders. When Elder Wu learned that his apprentice could actually help Shen Qinghan, he was so shocked that he stroked his beard and laughed, and immediately gave Lin Yanqiu a bottle of Body Tempering Pill. Since then, Shen Qinghan would occasionally come to Lin Yanqiu's courtyard. Sometimes he would be sent several books on exercises suitable for low-level monks, and sometimes he would just sit silently on the stone bench and watch Lin Yanqiu practice his sword skills clumsily. When Su Ling'er came to visit Lin Yanqiu, she saw Shen Qinghan pointing out his sword-holding gestures - Shen Qinghan's fingers covered the back of Lin Yanqiu's hand, patiently correcting his posture for exerting force. The sunlight passed through the leaves and fell on the two people's overlapping hands. Su Ling'er suddenly blushed and stepped out lightly. Lin Yanqiu gradually got used to the clouds and mist at Qinghan Peak. Shen Qinghan allowed him to go up the mountain at any time, so he often went up with the pastries he made. Sometimes he could see Shen Qinghan practicing sword under the moon, with his white clothes flying like an immortal, and the ice blue tassels on the sword tassels swaying with his movements, like condensed moonlight. "Senior brother's sword spikes are so beautiful." Lin Yanqiu couldn't help but say once. Shen Qinghan's fingertips traced the tassel: "This is made of cold silk, it can soothe the mind." He paused, took off the sword tassel, "Send it to you." Lin Yanqiu waved his hands hurriedly: "This is too expensive..." "You deserve it." Shen Qinghan put the sword spike into his hand without any explanation. The ice blue tassels were slightly cool to the touch, but it was like a fire burning into the heart along the fingertips. The incident occurred on the eve of the sect competition. According to his memory, Lin Yanqiu found the "soul-leaving grass" accompanied by spiritual fire in a hidden valley. This herb can temporarily increase the purity of spiritual roots. Although it has side effects, it can give him a better chance of winning in the competition. He was carefully digging grass when footsteps suddenly came from behind him. "Junior brother Lin is lucky." Lin Yanqiu turned around and saw Zhao Feng, the leader among the outer disciples. This person has always been jealous of Shen Qinghan, and he also dislikes Lin Yanqiu who is close to Shen Qinghan. "Senior Brother Zhao." Lin Yanqiu put the Soul-Leaving Grass into the jade box and wanted to leave as soon as possible. However, Zhao Feng stopped in front of him, smiling but not smiling: "I heard that you often go to Qinghan Peak recently? With your mixed spiritual roots, are you worthy of clinging to Senior Brother Shen?" Lin Yanqiu frowned: "The matter between me and Senior Brother Shen has nothing to do with you." "It's irrelevant?" Zhao Feng suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Senior Brother Shen is the pride of heaven, a waste like you will only drag him down! Stay away from him if you know how to understand, otherwise..." Before he finished speaking, Lin Yanqiu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as Zhao Feng had secretly injected a cold spiritual power into his wrist. He staggered back, the spiritual energy in his body was instantly disordered, and his eyesight turned black. "You're looking for death!" A cold voice sounded behind him, and Shen Qinghan appeared at the mouth of the valley at some unknown time, with spiritual energy surging all over his body, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Zhao Feng's expression suddenly changed. Just when he was about to beg for mercy, he was thrown away by an invisible force and hit the rock wall, spitting out blood. "Senior Brother Shen, have mercy on me!" Zhao Feng knelt down and kowtowed. Shen Qinghan didn't look at him. He walked quickly to Lin Yanqiu and supported his shaky body: "How is it?" Lin Yanqiu gritted his teeth and shook his head. The pain in his wrist spread along his meridians, like countless ice needles pricking him. Shen Qinghan held his wrist and examined it, his face becoming more and more gloomy - Zhao Feng used the forbidden technique "Bone-eroding Cold", which specifically damages the meridians of monks. "Senior brother..." Lin Yanqiu shivered in pain, but smiled, "Don't get angry for this kind of person." Shen Qinghan didn't say anything, he just sent a gentle spiritual power into his body, temporarily suppressing the cold air. When he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Feng, his eyes had lost all warmth: "Abandon your cultivation and drive you out of the sect." Zhao Feng screamed and was dragged away by the law enforcement disciples who came later. They were the only two people left in the valley. Shen Qinghan carefully treated Lin Yanqiu's wound, and the trembling of his fingertips was almost undetectable. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His voice was low, with suppressed anger. "So what if I say it..." Lin Yanqiu smiled bitterly, "I am just trash in the eyes of others." Shen Qinghan raised his head suddenly and looked at him with complicated eyes: "Not in my eyes." Lin Yanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't believe what he heard. However, Shen Qinghan had already looked away and continued to channel spiritual energy into him, but his movements were gentler than before. Although the injuries suffered that night were suppressed, the root of the disease remained. Lin Yanqiu's meridians became more fragile, and he often broke into cold sweats due to pain during practice. Shen Qinghan sent a lot of healing elixirs and even protected him personally, but with little effect. In the sect competition, Lin Yanqiu managed to advance through the power of Soul-Leaving Grass, but when fighting against a foundation-building disciple, his old injury recurred. His spiritual power collapsed, and he was slapped away by the other party's palm, and fell heavily on the stage. In a blur of consciousness, he saw Shen Qinghan leap onto the ring and hold him in his arms. That was the first time he looked at Shen Qinghan's face so close, and found that there was such deep panic hidden in his eyes. "Don't sleep." Shen Qinghan's voice sounded in his ears, with a subtle tremor, "I will take you to see Elder Dan." He hugged Lin Yanqiu and rushed out of the arena, his clothes flying around. Lin Yanqiu tightened his grip on the ice blue sword spike in his hand, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Chapter 7 The Tribulation of Taoist Heart Elder Dan spent three "Pulse Protection Pills" to stabilize Lin Yanqiu's injury, but he also made it clear: "The meridians have been damaged. If you want to recover, you need to use thousand-year-old snow lotus as a medicine." Thousand-year-old snow lotus only grows on the Wanren Ice Cliff in the far north ice field. There are not only ice storms there, but also ice dragons to protect them. Historically, only monks above the Golden Core stage dared to set foot there. After Shen Qinghan heard this, he was about to leave immediately. "Senior brother, no!" Lin Yanqiu pulled him, "The extreme northern ice field is too dangerous, my injury... Is not a problem." "You must go." Shen Qinghan's tone left no room for doubt, "Wait until I come back." He left in a hurry, carrying only a few necessities. Lin Yanqiu stood at the gate of the mountain and watched his back disappear into the clouds and mist, feeling warm and astringent in his heart. After Shen Qinghan left, Lin Yanqiu, apart from practicing every day, would sit on the edge of the Qinghan Peak and wait for him. Su Ling'er would occasionally come to accompany him, bringing some fresh fruits, and hesitantly looking at the sword spike on his wrist. "Junior Brother Yanqiu," Su Ling'er finally couldn't help but say, "Do you... Like Senior Brother Shen?" Lin Yanqiu's face instantly turned red and he was speechless. Su Ling'er sighed: "People like Senior Brother Shen are like the moon in the sky. We mortals... Just take a look." Lin Yanqiu looked down at Jiansui and said softly: "But there will be times when the moon wants to get closer." Su Ling'er looked at the light in his eyes and said nothing. A month later, Shen Qinghan came back. He was dusty, his white clothes were stained with many stains, his left arm was wrapped with a bleeding bandage, his face was frighteningly pale, but he was holding a frozen jade box tightly. "Found it." He handed the jade box to Lin Yanqiu with a hoarse voice. Lin Yanqiu looked at his injuries and his eyes turned red instantly: "Brother, how did you do it?" "It doesn't matter." Shen Qinghan smiled. The smile was very light, but it was like ice and snow melting, "Go and make elixirs quickly." Elder Dan used thousand-year-old snow lotus to refine the elixir. After Lin Yanqiu took it, his meridians gradually improved. It's just that Shen Qinghan's injuries have not healed for a long time. The wound on his left arm seems to have been eroded by some evil force and keeps festering repeatedly. Lin Yanqiu couldn't sleep at night, so she went to see him secretly, and found that he often sat alone on the edge of the cliff, staring at the moon in a daze, with the aura around him flickering, as if he was suppressing something. He knew that Shen Qinghan must have paid a huge price to get the snow lotus. That night, Lin Yanqiu was awakened by a strange noise. He rushed out of the room and saw a red light rising into the sky in the direction of Qinghan Peak, and the fluctuations of his spiritual power were frighteningly chaotic. "Senior Brother Shen!" His heart tightened, and his sword flew towards Qinghan Peak. On Qinghan Peak, Shen Qinghan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by black mist, with a look of pain on his face. When he saw Lin Yanqiu, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes: "Don't come over!" "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Lin Yanqiu wanted to get closer, but was bounced away by a powerful force. "I have been poisoned by the Ice Dragon's 'Inner Demon Poison'," Shen Qinghan's voice was painfully hoarse. "This poison will arouse obsessions in my heart, and if I am not careful, I will go crazy..." Only then did Lin Yanqiu understand why he always suffered alone. The poison of inner demons needs to be suppressed by one's own Taoist heart. Others who come close will only be counterattacked by the inner demons. "Then what should I do?" Lin Yanqiu was anxious. Shen Qinghan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already a bit crazy: "Kill me, otherwise I will hurt innocent people." "I don't!" Lin Yanqiu burst into tears, "There must be a way!" He remembered the records in the book that although the poison of inner demons is strong, it can be temporarily suppressed by "heart blood". Without any hesitation, he drew out his dagger and cut his palm, dripping blood on Shen Qinghan's brow. The warm blood seeped into the skin, and the black mist actually subsided a little. Shen Qinghan was stunned, looking at his bleeding palm, his eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to describe. "Lin Yanqiu, you..." "Stop talking." Lin Yanqiu pressed his shoulders, blood oozing from his palms, "I won't let anything happen to you." He stayed with Shen Qinghan for three days and three nights. Every time the demons in his heart broke out, he used his heart pressure to control them. By the end, his face was as pale as paper and he almost didn't have the strength to stand. Shen Qinghan's poison was finally suppressed. When he woke up, he saw Lin Yanqiu lying next to him. The wound on his palm had scabbed, and his heart felt like it was being pinched hard by something. He picked up Lin Yanqiu, and for the first time he realized so clearly that this little junior brother who was always following him had already occupied an irreplaceable position in his heart. It's just that this affection is destined to be a disaster in front of the cold and aloof Dao Xin. Chapter 8 Love has deep roots and different paths When Lin Yanqiu woke up, he found himself lying on the jade bed at Qinghan Peak, and the wound on his palm had been properly treated. Shen Qinghan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, his eyes filled with ink that could not be removed. "Senior brother." He called softly. Shen Qinghan hummed and handed over a bowl of soup: "Drink it, it will replenish your qi and blood." Lin Yanqiu took the bowl and drank it in small sips. The medicine was very bitter, but his heart felt sweet. "Your inner demon poison..." "It's nothing serious." Shen Qinghan interrupted him, "Thank you very much." "There is no need to say thank you between us." Lin Yanqiu smiled. Shen Qinghan looked at his smile and suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Lin Yanqiu, do you know that it is a taboo for monks to be emotional?" Lin Yanqiu's hand holding the bowl paused, and a smile froze on his face. "After all, you and I are not the same person." Shen Qinghan's voice was very soft, but it was like a knife, piercing into Lin Yanqiu's heart. "My path is destined to be lonely. You shouldn't..." "I know!" Lin Yanqiu raised his head suddenly, his eyes red, "But if you like someone, you can't stop just because you know you shouldn't!" He put down the bowl and stood up to leave, but Shen Qinghan grabbed his wrist. The force was very strong, as if he was afraid that he would run away. "Brother, let go!" Lin Yanqiu struggled. However, Shen Qinghan pulled him into his arms, hugged him tightly, rested his chin on the top of his hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't leave me." Lin Yanqiu was stunned. All the grievances and anger disappeared in this hug. He hugged Shen Qinghan with his backhand, his white clothes soaked with tears. After that day, the atmosphere between the two changed. It was not stated explicitly, but there was more of a tacit intimacy. Shen Qinghan would practice with Lin Yanqiu, personally apply medicine when he was injured, and play music for him under the moon that had never been shown to anyone. Lin Yanqiu thought they could continue like this. Until the news of the war between immortals and demons came. The demon clan launched a massive attack on the Qingyun Sect, and people within the sect were panicked. As a genius that the sect has high hopes for, Shen Qinghan was appointed as the vanguard to lead his disciples to face the enemy. On the eve of the expedition, Shen Qinghan came to Lin Yanqiu's courtyard. "I'm leaving." He stood under the moonlight, his white clothes better than the snow. "I know." Lin Yanqiu lowered his head, not daring to look at him, "Brother, be careful." Shen Qinghan stepped forward, gently raised his chin, and forced him to look at him: "Wait until I come back." "Okay." Lin Yanqiu's voice was choked with sobs. Shen Qinghan lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. The kiss was as light as a feather, but it carried a heavy promise. He turned and left without looking back. Lin Yanqiu stood at the door, watching his back disappear into the night, holding the ice blue sword spike tightly in his hand. The battle between immortals and demons was extremely fierce. News of disciple casualties came every day, and Lin Yanqiu's heart tightened day by day. His cultivation level is low and he cannot go to the battlefield. He can only help treat the wounded in the rear. Su Ling'er also went to the battlefield, and when she came back with a broken arm, she burst into tears: "It's so terrible... There are corpses everywhere..." Lin Yanqiu comforted her, but his heart was already in chaos. He prayed day and night for Shen Qinghan's safe return, but what was waiting for him was the news that he was seriously injured and unconscious. When Shen Qinghan was fighting against the young master of the demon clan, in order to protect his fellow sect, he took a demon attack from the opponent. His dantian was damaged, his spiritual power collapsed, and he was dying when he was carried back to the sect. Lin Yanqiu rushed to the healing hall and saw Shen Qinghan lying on the stone bed, covered in blood, his face as pale as a piece of paper, and his heart broke instantly. "Senior Brother Shen!" He threw himself to the bedside, tears flowing uncontrollably. Elder Dan shook his head: "If the Dantian is broken, even if it is saved, there will be no possibility of cultivation..." Lin Yanqiu collapsed on the ground as if struck by lightning. He didn't believe that Shen Qinghan, who was like an immortal, the person he held dear to his heart, would become a useless person. "I don't allow you to say that!" He roared, "There must be a way!" He thought of the "Fate-Resisting Pill" recorded in the book. This pill could reshape the Dantian, but at the cost of the alchemist's cultivation and life. Without any hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards the alchemy room. Chapter 9 The Sorrow of Defying Fate In the alchemy room, Lin Yanqiu prepared to refine the fate-defying elixir according to ancient records. Most of the medicinal materials needed were rare. He spent almost all his savings and begged Elder Wu and Su Ling'er to get them together. The refining of the fate-defying elixir is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, the elixir will destroy people. Lin Yanqiu held his breath and concentrated, pouring spiritual power into the alchemy furnace and carefully controlling the heat. Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped on the ground, making a slight sound. His spiritual power was already meager, but at this moment it was even more consumed, and his face became increasingly pale. After an unknown amount of time, the alchemy furnace made a soft sound, and a strange fragrance filled the air. Lin Yanqiu was overjoyed. Just as he was about to collect the pills, he saw the pill furnace suddenly vibrated violently and the flames instantly lost control. "Not good!" He wanted to suppress it, but he was at the end of his strength. The out-of-control spiritual power came back and hit him hard in the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, but he stared at the alchemy furnace and used his last bit of strength to put the elixir that was about to break into the jade bottle. The pill is done. Lin Yanqiu smiled, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground. When he woke up again, he was lying in his small courtyard, and Su Ling'er was guarding the bedside with red eyes. "Junior Brother Yanqiu, you're awake!" Su Ling'er cried with joy. Lin Yanqiu struggled to sit up, but found that his body was weak and the spiritual energy in his body was empty. He knew that his cultivation was gone. "Where's Senior Brother Shen?" He asked eagerly. "Senior Brother Shen has taken the Fate-Resisting Pill, and the Dantian is being reshaped. Elder Dan said... It was very successful." Su Ling'er said, her voice lowered, "But you..." Lin Yanqiu smiled with relief: "That's good." As long as Shen Qinghan can get better, it doesn't matter if he loses this little bit of cultivation. After Shen Qinghan woke up, he learned that Lin Yanqiu was refining the Fate-Resisting Pill for him at the cost of his cultivation and life, and rushed to Lin Yanqiu's courtyard like crazy. He saw Lin Yanqiu lying on the stone bed, his face pale, his breath weak, like a flower about to wither, and a piece of his heart seemed to be gouged out. "Lin Yanqiu!" He rushed over and held his hand tightly, his voice trembling, "Why are you doing this?!" "Because I want you to live well." Lin Yanqiu looked at him, his eyes as gentle as water, "Brother, you must practice hard and become the best monk in the world." "I don't want to be number one in the world!" Shen Qinghan's tears finally couldn't help but fall, dripping hot on the back of Lin Yanqiu's hand, "I just want you to live!" He wanted to transfer his cultivation to Lin Yanqiu, but was pushed away by Lin Yanqiu. "It's useless," Lin Yanqiu shook his head, "The price of the Fate-Defying Pill is irreversible." Shen Qinghan hugged him and cried like a child. For the first time, he hated his own strength and his own path. If possible, he would rather be an ordinary monk for the rest of his life, as long as Lin Yanqiu could be safe. Lin Yanqiu's health is getting worse and worse, like a candle in the wind that may be extinguished at any time. Shen Qinghan dropped everything and watched day and night. Lin Yanqiu was lying on the bed, listening to the rustle of bamboo leaves in the wind outside the window, and suddenly thought of the rental house before time travel. At that time, I always complained about working overtime until early in the morning and the smell of oil smoke from the barbecue stall downstairs. But now that I think about it, at least I don't have to worry about whether I will be torn apart by monsters in the next second, or that the person I like will have to push me away because of road construction. He raised his hand and touched his chest, where there was still a dull pain from the backlash of spiritual power when refining the Fate-Defying Pill. It would be a lie to say that he has no regrets. He comes from a modern society that emphasizes "people will be punished if they do not do it for themselves". He has been taught since he was a child to take care of himself first. But seeing Shen Qinghan lying lifeless on the stone bed, all the "rational analysis" and "weighing the pros and cons" in his mind were shattered into pieces. ——Just like when reading a novel, I can't help but be upset about the supporting character's death. But when it's my turn to stand in the plot, I realize that I can't just stand by and watch. Shen Qinghan stood outside the window for a long time again. The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, like a silent painting. Lin Yanqiu knew that he was feeling guilty and that he was struggling. The rules of this world are like this. A monk's emotion is like overcoming a calamity, especially for a genius like Shen Qinghan who has high hopes. If his Taoist heart is shaken even slightly, he may be beyond redemption. "What are you doing..." Lin Yanqiu smiled silently and bitterly at the tent ceiling, "If I had known that wearing a book would stir up true feelings, I should have chosen a sweet pet wearing a book." He thought of those idol dramas stored on his mobile phone. The male and female protagonists could always be together after many twists and turns. Unlike them, they had to worry about "Tao Xin" and "cultivation" even when holding hands. The freedom of love in modern society has become a luxury here. Even the words "I like you" have to be hidden in the touch of the sword and the spiritual power of healing late at night. But he really wanted to let go, but he couldn't. He remembered the first time he saw Shen Qinghan practicing swordsmanship at Qinghan Peak, with his white clothes fluttering like clouds in the wind. At that time, he just thought, "He is worthy of being a male protagonist, and his looks really can withstand beatings." Who would have thought that they would chase demon cultivators together, share life and death together in mass graves, and foolishly use their heart and blood to plug the crack when his Taoist heart was unstable. "Maybe he has been brainwashed by the 'chivalry' of this world of immortality." Lin Yanqiu thought mockingly to himself. In modern times, we are accustomed to seeing strife and indifference in the workplace. Shen Qinghan's clumsy concern and Su Ling'er's unintentional kindness have become things that poke his weakness. The footsteps outside the window were lighter, probably because Shen Qinghan thought he was asleep. Lin Yanqiu quickly closed his eyes, feeling that gaze lingering on his face for a long time, with complex emotions that he couldn't understand - heartache, struggle, and a trace of... Reluctance that was almost breaking through the ground. He suddenly remembered a sentence he had read before traveling through time: "Love is just as troublesome in any dimension." It's troublesome. Lin Yanqiu curled his fingers and touched the ice blue sword spike under the pillow. At least now, they can still share the same moonlight. As for the future... Just take it one step at a time. Anyway, he had already changed his fate and survived. One more gamble doesn't seem to be a big deal. Conception:.