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Chapter 164 Lian Bi is willing to share the loneliness

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    Three days later, the soul-condensing elixir was completed, and the fragrance of the elixir filled the room.

    The elixir furnace automatically opened, and a purple elixir slowly floated out, filled with purple energy. Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the joy of your soul.

    Two of the three materials available for alchemy were destroyed, and the success rate was one-third.  Qin Yi leaned to the side as if exhausted, looking at the elixir shimmering in the sky, feeling both relieved and a little scared.

    He doesn¡¯t understand probability science. Theoretically, there is a 50% success rate. Three materials can always produce one result.  But in fact, when you have finished refining the first two materials and you are left with the last material, the first two materials do not exist, and this failure is a complete failure.

    When I was refining the elixir, my mind was focused on it and I didn¡¯t think about the worries about gains and losses. I just continued practicing in one breath and finally achieved success.  In hindsight, what if it failed?

    " If you want to find suitable medicinal materials to refine it again, you don't know that it is the year of the monkey and the moon of the horse. The demon blood black lotus alone is an extremely unexpected acquisition. It has been hidden on your body for almost a year, and you may not be able to find it elsewhere.

    The elixir drifted toward the mace on the wall, and then floated on the top of the stick. Purple air gently sprinkled down, covering the body of the stick. The elixir also gradually fell, and gradually merged with the mace.  The scene is somewhat hazy and dreamlike.

    "Qin Yi" Liusu whispered: "I absorb the condensed soul, and it will take a while to wake up. It won't be long, but there is no definite number You don't have me by your side, you have to use your brain more, but  Don¡¯t be fooled.¡±

    Qin Yi was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

    He had never thought before that after the elixir was refined, he would enter a state where he would be unable to communicate with Liusu for a short period of time This was nothing at first. He would just sleep for a while, and soon he would see a cute stick spirit in front of him  But for Qin Yi, it felt like there was an empty space in his heart.

    When I first went to the palace to meet Qingjun¡¯s father, I didn¡¯t bring Bangbang with me all morning, and I felt uncomfortable all over. How many days will I be away this time?

    But he also knows that he cannot have this kind of "tassel dependence". He has to rely on himself after all.

    In fact, most of the things he does these days are his own decisions. Except for "I want it, I want it" when he needs something, Liusu rarely interferes to influence his thinking.  Both parties had known for a long time that Liusu would one day reunite his body - don't even wait until the body was reunited. As long as the Yang Shen could travel freely after leaving his body, it would be impossible to be with Qin Yinu all the time.

    Sooner or later he will have to get used to life without tassels.

    The more tassels recover, the closer we get to that day.

    Now this short sleep is just a rehearsal, you must get used to it.

    The purple light gradually became silent, and the tassels became silent.  Qin Yi stepped forward, picked up the mace, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to go out.

    At this time, he can still hold the mace in his hand, but there is no tassel to communicate The one who depends on him for life has never been a mace, but the soul hidden in the stick.

    The first minute without the tassel I didn't feel as empty as before, just a little absent-minded.

    There is no point in practicing.

    Rather than losing the communication of Liusu, it is better to say it is a feeling of loneliness.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Liusu is the only person who knows that his origin is not in this world. In this sense, only Liusu can make him find nostalgia.

    ??A¡­passer-by in another world.

    ¡°When you are a stranger in a foreign land, you will miss Qingjun especially when you are lonely.  It's not at this moment, it's happened before, but he won't show it in front of Liusu, which seems to make him look very "unworldly".

    After all, that is his first woman, and the only one who can truly be considered a "girlfriend".  When you are lonely, you will naturally miss you.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? don¡¯t miss me all the time, there is no longing, but when you feel a certain kind of loneliness, the feeling of longing will come like a tide.  He would want to know how Li Qingjun is doing now, whether she still carries such a heavy burden on her shoulders, whether there are any treacherous officials who can't get along with her, and whether it is difficult to help a little one-year-old govern the country

    That night of lingering often flashes through his mind late at night. Qin Yi knows that he has not forgotten his lover, he cannot forget it, it was his first love.

    To put it bluntly, his farewell to Nanli and Xundao also meant that he could protect her.

    Rather than leaving her.

    At this time, there is no Liusu, no Qingjun, and no Minghe. After practicing till now, when I look back, I am actually alone.

    Qin Yi shook his head and suddenly laughed.Leaving the cave and climbing to the top of my mountain, I found that it was already dusk.  Climbing high and looking into the distance, looking at the vast mountains in the setting sun and drizzle, can make you feel more relaxed.

    He sat on the edge of the cliff, took out the jade flute, and played a song gently.

    There is no set method, it is just a reflection of mood, a casual expression, and it becomes a tune of its own as you blow it, becoming a brand new piece of music.

    This is the magic of immortality, which can make a person who did not understand music at all a month ago suddenly become a musician.

    "You say you are just a passerby, but in fact you are a very emotional person." Ju Yunxiu's voice came from behind.

    Qin Yi suddenly stopped playing the flute and said calmly: "Sister, aren't you going to sleep today?"

    "I just woke up and heard the voice of being, and I felt something in my heart. Unexpectedly, there are people in our sect who can express their feelings with joy." Ju Yunxiu sat next to him and looked at him curiously: "Who are you saying goodbye to?"  Woolen cloth?"

    Qin Yi knew that the meaning of the tune could not be hidden from a really knowledgeable person like Ju Yunxiu, so he could only say: "I think of my friends who were separated for a short time, and I also think of my lovers from my homeland."

    "Do you have a lover?" Ju Yunxiu automatically ignored his friend and grasped the key point: "Why don't you become a Taoist companion and always be by your side?"

    Qin Yi looked at Yuanshan in trance: "She has her responsibilities, which are more important than Tao."

    "What about you? Why don't you stay with her?"

    "I also have my responsibilities." Qin Yi said: "When I succeed in my pursuit of truth, I will go back."

    "Even if a hundred years later, she will be gray-haired?" Ju Yunxiu sighed: "How can they be like a couple of gods and immortals, who have been in the world for a hundred years."

    Qin Yi was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I don't need a hundred years."

    Ju Yunxiu looked at him curiously for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's really fast. After more than a month, I first entered the Qinxin and reached the fourth floor of the Qinxin. I actually didn't feel any sense of emptiness and was still very solid."

    Qin Yi said: "It's my senior sister's way that combines with my practice, so I've made rapid progress."

    Ju Yunxiu nodded and said: "I only taught you the flute skills, but not the tactics of fighting. As I am talking about this today, I will teach you a few pieces of music to use in battle."

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT Out of nowhere, Qin Yi suddenly said: "I told you to do it step by step."

    Ju Yunxiu stopped with his slender fingers and looked at him with a half-smile: "You really want to provoke me?"

    Before Qin Yi could answer, she smiled to herself: "That's all, I'm just a lonely person."

    Qin Yi said curiously: "It seems you understand it very well."

    Ju Yunxiu smiled but did not answer.

    Lian Bi is willing to be with Lonely, but they are just the same person.

    Ju Yunxiu flipped her slender hand, and a lyre suddenly appeared in her hand: "I'll play, and you listen. When you learn it, you and I will get along, okay?"

    Qin Yi smiled and said: "Are you sure I can hear your voice? Don't expect too high"

    Ju Yunxiu smiled slightly: "If you want me to hold your hand, this is the first threshold. Let's see if you can do it."

    The sound of the piano rises leisurely, the birds circle and sing in harmony, the mountains and flowing water echo in the sunset.

    A wisp of flute sound suddenly sounded amidst the sound of the piano, as if the mountain wind was suddenly added to the flowing water, and falling flowers floated on the water, slowly drifting away.

    The dwarf pine beside the cave turned into the breeze and the bright moon. The two boys looked up at the top of the mountain and praised in a low voice: "It is hard to find a true friend when the harp and harp are in harmony."

    ¡°In this sect of literati and poets, even the big-headed boy is a literary youth.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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