Wu Sisi shook her head after hearing this and said, "You can't use my money. This matter has nothing to do with me. That man is constantly patrolling the entire town. Although I have set up a formation, I can only talk to you when he is not paying attention. You must be careful with your words and actions."
"I understand." Qin Yan finally spoke, looking at Wu Sisi and said seriously, "Then after we help you, will you help me get out of the Xuanji Secret Realm?"
"As long as my master can recapture the Xuanji Secret Realm, this will naturally be a piece of cake."
Wu Sisi immediately agreed, Qin Yan nodded, and raised his hand to salute.
Wu Sisi responded by folding her hands and performing a sword salute unique to sword practitioners. She then gave them a few more instructions and walked out with a twist of her waist.
As soon as Wu Sisi left, Fu Changling approached Qin Yan. Qin Yan looked up at him and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Changling didn't say anything. He reached out to pull Qin Yan. Qin Yan subconsciously wanted to pull back, but Fu Changling grabbed his wrist and whispered, "Spread it out."
Qin Yan frowned, but still opened his palm obediently. Fu Changling then began to write on his palm with his fingers: "Do you think Wu is reliable?"
Qin Yan glanced outside and understood that Fu Changling was on guard against other people's spying, so he nodded.
Then he took Fu Changling's hand and wrote on it.
Unlike the smooth jade-like back of the hand, Qin Yan's fingers were covered with calluses. When they rubbed against Fu Changling's palm, an indescribable itch ran through Fu Changling's heart. Fu Changling wanted to pull his hand away, but he felt that he was overreacting, so he could only stiffen his body and let him write on his palm.
Qin Yan's fingers moved back and forth in his palm, and every stroke caused a tingling sensation. Fu Changling concentrated very hard and could barely understand what Qin Yan meant.
Qin Yan wrote: "The Genealogy of Ancient Gods, Wu Si."
This name took Fu Changling a moment to recall.
Wu Si is a respected god in the ancient pantheon of gods. She became a Taoist couple with her original master Ming Xiu in the form of a sword spirit. Ming Xiu was Ye Lan's disciple. In the battle between immortals and demons, Ming Xiu and Wu Si had made great contributions, but later Ming Xiu disappeared on the battlefield and Wu Si also disappeared.
If Wu Sisi is Wu Si, then the main god of this secret realm in the past was probably Ming Xiu, the disciple of Ye Lan.
According to this speculation, Ming Xiu's disappearance that year was probably due to his death. After Ming Xiu's death, Ye Lan probably simply placed this disciple's consciousness in the Xuanji Secret Realm to recuperate, and Wu Si, as his sword spirit, naturally followed him.
"How do you know?"
Fu Changling was curious and asked quickly. Qin Yan then wrote four words on his palm: "Scented sachet, sword pattern."
Fu Changling understood that these sword cultivators all had some special markings, the most classic of which was the sword pattern on the sachet. A sword cultivator's sword pattern was often their own natal sword, but Qin Yan was a genius to be able to recognize a sword among so many sword patterns that were tens of millions of years old.
After receiving Qin Yan's stamp of approval, Fu Changling felt much more at ease about Wu Sisi. As soon as he relaxed, he suddenly felt tired. He yawned and crawled towards the bed, saying as he crawled, "Ah, finally there's a bed to sleep on. I'm so tired..."
As he said that, he lay down on the bed. After lying there with his eyes closed for a while, he opened his eyes and saw Qin Yan got on the small couch opposite and sat cross-legged on the edge.
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, then turned over and lay on the bed and said, "Qin Yan, aren't you going to sleep?"
Qin Yan snorted and Fu Changling looked at him and said, "Your injury hasn't healed yet. Stop meditating and go to sleep."
"You sleep."
"Oh, I see." Fu Changling finally understood. "You don't want to sleep in the same bed with me!"
Qin Yan remained silent as a sign of agreement. Fu Changling sighed, stood up, and walked under the bed, saying, "Forget it, forget it. You're seriously injured, so go to sleep."
"No need." Qin Yan closed his eyes and refused. But after a moment, he said, "Thank you."
Fu Changling was originally angry, thinking that this person was stubborn, but after hearing the "thank you", he softened his heart a little. He turned around and, while Qin Yan was not paying attention, raised his finger and pointed, saying, "Decided!"
Qin Yan's eyes snapped open, and before he could even resist, he was pinned to the spot. Fu Changling walked over to him, carried him to the bed, and covered him with the quilt. Qin Yan's eyes were open, and Fu Changling made a "tsk" sound and raised his hand to cover his eyes.
"I want you to sleep on the bed, but you can't sleep on the couch? You're going against me." Fu Changling turned around, took out a quilt from the cabinet, squeezed into the small couch, curled up and covered himself with the quilt, snorted coldly, "No way!"
Fu Changling closed his eyes and turned away. After a moment, he heard Qin Yan say, "Actually, this is not necessary."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. This time he ignored Qin Yan.
After a while, he heard Qin Yan say softly, "Thank you."
"Don't be too busy thanking me," Fu Changling said in a long tone, "I'm counting on you to protect me. Take good care of your injuries. I'm relying on you from now on."
"good."
Qin Yan's answer was calm, but serious. Fu Changling listened to his words, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned over, put his hands under his head, looked at Qin Yan not far away and said: "Qin Yan, can I ask you something? I'm just asking casually, if you don't tell me, forget it."
"Um."
"Why on earth are you trying to kill me?"
Qin Yan didn't say anything.
Faced with such silence, Fu Changling suddenly felt a little lost. When he felt lost, he realized that when he asked, he thought Qin Yan would say it.
He was always the type of person who didn't even want to ask about things he wasn't sure about. If he didn't ask, at least he'd have something to think about, and it wouldn't make him feel as uncomfortable as it did now.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. After all, it's your important matter."
Fu Changling was about to turn over when he suddenly heard Qin Yan say, "It must be destiny."
"Destiny?" Fu Changling was a little confused, so Qin Yan explained it to him carefully, "If you enter the Xuanji Secret Realm, you will harm the people of Yunze."
"I...I harmed Yunze Cangsheng?"
Fu Changling found it a little ridiculous for a moment.
It was clearly Qin Yan who accidentally opened the seal of the Prison of Karma, it was Qin Yan who killed his master and betrayed his sect, it was Qin Yan who fell into evil and destroyed the way to establish the Wuqi Palace and became the Demon Lord Sui Yan. Now this person actually has the nerve to tell him that destiny tells him that he, Fu Changling, will harm the people in the future?
"Who told you that?"
Fu Changling suppressed his urge to laugh and couldn't help but ask, "Who said I would ruin Yunze?"
Qin Yan stopped talking.
He was unhappy and no one could force him to say a word.
However, just because he didn't say it didn't mean Fu Changling didn't know.
Not every monk likes to use the word "destiny". It is often a word that is often used by monks who are keen on astrology and fortune-telling.
When Qin Yan was in Hongmeng Heavenly Palace, his best friend was Su Wenji, the young master of the Su family who was said to possess the Eye of Destiny.
The Su family is born blind, but they all possess a mind's eye. Depending on their aptitude, Su family cultivators possessing this ability can see a person's past and future to varying degrees. They excel at astrology and fortune-telling, and are the most worldly, yet the most otherworldly, of the four great families of Yunze.
This Su Wenji was the young master of the Su family. He was born with blue pupils. When he was ten years old, a comet fell from the sky. From that night on, Su Wenji could no longer see ordinary things. He could only see destiny.
It is rumored that he can not only see the past and future of one person, but can even see the past and future of the entire Yunze. He is known as the strongest person in the entire Su family bloodline, and he also has a pair of "eyes of destiny" that can truly see through destiny.
Su Wenji and Qin Yan had a very good relationship. In their previous life, even though they chose different camps, their friendship remained. When Su Wenji had his eyes gouged out by a demonic cultivator, Qin Yan personally went to the Su family's mountain gate and returned Su Wenji's eyes.
There is no other cultivator other than Su Wenji who can command Qin Yan and practice the art of deduction.
If it were the later Su Wenji, Fu Changling would naturally take his deduction skills seriously. But Su Wenji was only nineteen now, and Fu Changling already knew what would happen, so he naturally didn't take it to heart. So he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Did Su Wenji ask you to come?"
Qin Yan looked surprised, as if he didn't expect him to think of this.
Fu Changling was even more certain that Su Wenji was secretly orchestrating this. A trace of inexplicable irritation flashed through his heart. Although his tone was smiling, it was also a little heavier: "You did whatever Su Wenji told you to do? He told you to kill me, and you came to kill me?"
Qin Yan didn't say anything, as if he agreed. Fu Changling felt even more angry, but he also felt that this anger was unreasonable.
Just because Qin Yan wants to kill him?
Qin Yan had tried to kill him more than once, and he should have gotten used to it by now.
Or... was it because Qin Yan killed him for Su Wenji?
Fu Changling didn't think too deeply about it. The moment the thought struck him, he shifted his focus. He rested his head on the back of his head and sighed, "So, what he meant was that if I were at the Shangguan family, he would save me, but if we came to the Xuanji Secret Realm, he would kill me. Is that right?"
"Feel sorry."
Qin Yan finally spoke again, but this apology was equivalent to Fu Changling guessing everything correctly. Fu Changling looked at the roof and said tiredly, "You've been listening to me since you came here. You believe everything I say at the Shangguan family." Then, Fu Changling turned to look at Qin Yan and said unwillingly, "Did Su Wenji tell you to treat me like this?"
Qin Yan did not answer immediately. After a moment, he said, "I believe you will not harm others at will."
"You still believe that I have talent." Fu Changling replied nonchalantly.
Qin Yan immediately responded, and after a while, he finally said, "You are really talented."
"You know again?"
Fu Changling smiled: "How do you know?"
Qin Yan closed his eyes and said, "I asked the machine."
After that, no matter how much Fu Changling asked, Qin Yan refused to say another word. Fu Changling felt sleepy after a while and fell asleep involuntarily because he was ignored.
After falling asleep, he had a dream. In the dream, there was a vast snowfall. He knelt in the snow, unable to see anything. He could only hear the wind and snow whistling past, and then a voice rang out: "Fu family?"
He raised his head, and a strong wind blew, and a sword was half broken in his hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."
Then they walked in the wind and snow. The man walked in front of him, his tall figure standing alone against the wind and snow. Fu Changling followed behind him. They walked for a long time. Fu Changling's vision gradually became clear, and he finally couldn't help asking, "Are you Yan Ming?"
Then the swordsman in front turned around, his pair of phoenix eyes had a little color, but his gaze was as calm as a deep well and a dry pond.
Fu Changling opened his eyes wide and heard the other party say calmly: "Qin Yan."
"I'm Qin Yan."
Fu Changling suddenly woke up. It was already noon. Qin Yan was sitting on the bed meditating. Fu Changling was breathing heavily. Then he heard Qin Yan say, "What are your plans for today?"
The author has something to say:
Fu Changling: I have a lot of freedom in our family. My wife never dares to argue with me. I sleep on the floor if I want, on the couch if I want, mop the floor first if I want, wash the dishes first if I want. I'm not afraid of her, not at all.
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