Compared to these trivial matters, Qiankun threw away everything without thinking, but the showdown just now was really thrilling, which made Qiankun shocked.

As soon as he came out of Fengying Village, Qiankun went to Zimolin. He hadn't seen him for a few days and missed Sikong Yijun very much.

I don’t know what this girl is doing! Haha!

In less than a long time, Qiankun arrived at Zimolin. He breathed a sigh of relief, spread his hands to embrace the sky, and his heart suddenly felt much more relaxed.

He stretched out his hand and made a long and crisp whistle. But he felt that it would not attract Sikong Yijun's attention too much, so he blew again.

At this moment, Qiankun felt a trace of softness behind him, and his eyes were covered by something ice, as if the palm of his hand. Qiankun was about to raise his hand to catch these hands, and at this moment, a clear and tender voice came from behind him, making Qiankun's ears numb: "Don't move for now, let me give you a surprise!"

Needless to say, it must be Sikong Yijun. Qiankun smiled, and then reached out to hold Sikong Yijun's tender and slender little hand. A trace of redness suddenly appeared on Sikong Yijun's face. Qiankun waited patiently for a while, then touched Sikong Yijun's arm behind him and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"Okay... OK." Sikong Yijun stood there shyly as a mosquito. Qiankun slowly opened his eyes.

Qiankun felt something on his head, so he grabbed it and it turned out to be a nepentagrass. Qiankun frowned. Isn’t this little girl putting a nepentagrass on herself? Isn’t it just a sensation that she is a pig?

Qiankun suddenly felt that Sikong Yijun was teasing him. He pretended to be very angry, and when he turned around, his eyes met Sikong Yijun's smile.

Qiankun smiled twice and said, "Okay, you dare to tease me like this. Let's see how I deal with you!"

Sikong Yijun smiled sly, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Okay, let's talk about it after catching up with me!" After that, he hooked his fingers at Qiankun playfully, and then ran away quickly.

Qiankun was slightly stunned, and then the corner of his mouth raised and chased Sikong Yijun's shadow.

Originally, Qiankun thought he would catch up with her soon. Unexpectedly, this girl ran quite fast, and because she was familiar with the terrain, she took advantage of the complex terrain and circled around Qiankun.

This is not possible. In the end, Qiankun played a small trick. He hid around the corner. Sikong Yijun didn't hear footsteps, thinking that he had shaken Qiankun away, and turned around and looked back. Unexpectedly, Qiankun patted her behind, then hugged her tightly, and said happily: "Catch it! You cunning rabbit have finally been caught by me."

Qiankun didn't expect that the two of them could have played so childishly for so long, and they felt so happy. Qiankun suddenly felt good in his heart and looked at Sikong Yijun happily, with his eyes much gentler.

Sikong Yijun smiled shyly, sweating all over his body. Their movements were inevitably ambiguous, which made Sikong Yijun blush and his heart beat.

"Qiankun, don't be like this. Hot, you've sweated a lot..." Sikong Yijun's face immediately turned red at the end.

"It's okay, let me hug you for a while. I miss you..." Qiankun said softly.

Qiankun didn't care, so he held her little hand and sent her to his arms. Strangely, Sikong Yijun did not break free from resistance. On the contrary, he felt a little nostalgic about Qiankun's chest. She lay relaxed into Qiankun's arms. This warm feeling made her fascinated.

"Qiankun, thank you!" Sikong Yijun said with a smile.

"Hmm? Thank me what do you think." Qiankun said, touching Sikong Yijun's fluttering hair hovering in his hands, and looking at Sikong Yijun with a smile.

"Thank you for coming to see me. I miss you very much." After saying that, Sikong Yijun closed his eyes and lay in Qiankun's arms.

Sikong Yijun was held by him, and the scene was warm and lingering. The two of them sat together on the abrupt hill, looking far away from each other, watching the beautiful scenery.

The setting sun shines the distant mountains and the sunset is just right. The two of them look at each other at the same time, staring at each other with affectionate feelings, and are speechless.

Sikong Yijun smiled sweetly and said to Qiankun with a look: "We, is this a date?"

Qiankun lifted Sikong Yijun's smooth hair, touched it to his cheek, and said docilely: "That's right."

...

It was late, and the world was returning. On the way home, he was still savoring the beautiful scenery with Sikong Yijun. He gradually developed a feeling of dependence on Sikong Yijunyi.

Is this love? It made him a little lost and fascinated.

Qiankun specially provoked the bluestone steps close to home to save time, and the sky was completely dark. If he didn't go back quickly, his father would know and he would be criticized again.

The bluestone steps during the day give people the feeling that they are all airtight and sunless, and the surrounding environment is even more gloomy and heavy, not to mention at night. However, the wind tonight is particularly amazing and unreasonable. This evil wind makes Qiankun feel uncomfortable all over, the wind is whispering, the leaves are swaying and falling. In addition, the unique coldness at night makes Qiankun feel a little restless.

With such a strong wind blowing at night, Qiankun walked for a long time, but he didn't even hear a sound of insects and birds. The atmosphere was extremely depressing. However, Qiankun always felt that someone was following him, and he couldn't scream this feeling, but he just felt that his spirit became extremely sensitive at this moment, as if he could observe the slightest changes around him without any omissions.

This feeling! It's so weird!

So, in a panic, Qiankun stepped up his pace to go home.

In the eyes, the shadows of trees were shaking, and the moonlight was as bright as the sun. Qiankun seemed to see a figure traveling in front of him. After a while, a very loud footstep was heard beside the hillside of the bluestone steps. The footsteps were not loud, but it seemed to be heard by wooden clogs hitting the ground. At this moment, the wind around him was in an uproar, but it became particularly delicate in Qiankun's ears and could hear them very clearly.

Qiankun immediately looked in the direction of footsteps, and as expected, a man came down from the mountainside of the bluestone steps. This man looked old, with a rosy complexion and a flowing and free expression. He was wearing a Taoist costume with a large wine gourd around his waist. The middle of the Taoist costume was printed with a black and white Tai Chi pattern, and the sleeves of the Taoist costume were decorated with red flames like red.

This old Taoist, running and jumping, his steps were bumpy and floating. He hit the wooden stick in his hand, took out the wine gourd at his waist, and poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls. He sang loudly in his mouth:

"The most joyful thing about the world is that many difficulties and difficulties come from afar. Poor river breeze blows on the willow trees, half of which falls and half of which falls and half is crooked."

"The most sad thing about the misfortune of the world is that it is difficult for the Sao people to keep their fame and fortune. It is a pity that the bones of the tombs are looking at in the desert, half of which are buried."

Qiankun was frightened by this song. He wiped his eyes that were blew by the wind and saw clearly the old Taoist who was walking towards him. He was stunned, without saying much, raised his footsteps, just wanted to leave here faster.

When the crazy old Taoist saw Qiankun, he smiled slightly and called Qiankun: "Young man, why are you here alone?"

The Qiankun still kept walking.

The crazy old Taoist pouted his lips strangely, smiled slightly, and said, "Are you afraid you are running away?"

"Escape from me or escape from reality?"

Qiankun was frightened in cold sweat. Is this old Taoist a crazy man? He was talking nonsense! He couldn't understand what the crazy Taoist said, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the crazy Taoist. His expression showed a little tediousness and he accelerated his pace.

"You and I are together here. Are you guessing it is a coincidence of fate or a arrangement of fate?" The crazy old Taoist walked to Qiankun and laughed twice with his nose, looking at Qiankun without blinking.

Qiankun pursed his lips, his teeth trembled, and he said, "I don't know who you are. I'm about to go home, but please ask the old man to get out of the way."

"I know your future, do you want to hear it?" The crazy old Taoist said, no matter what Qiankun said.

Qiankun's footsteps stopped instantly. He heard what the crazy old Taoist said so mysteriously, and he also wanted to hear what he wanted. Just as he was about to speak, the crazy old Taoist took a step ahead of him.

"A thousand generations have passed, but I know the present and the past. I don't know the past. I lose the nine generations and change the carrier and the source."

Today and past events, carriers and sources? What he said made Qiankun feel confused. Sure enough, this old Taoist is really a lunatic, right?

Qiankun frowned, and he stopped and made a mistake, and he wanted to leave more and more. Seeing that Qiankun had no reaction, he held his cheek and continued, "Don't understand yet? It's already so obvious, but I haven't remembered it yet. Your memory is really becoming less and less useful, Kun bang."

Kun Qiang? Who is this! Qian Kun is confused.

"The dragon in the past has been aided by the profit, and the young man is now returning to show off his might."

"Are you still thinking about it?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After saying that, he left crazy again, leaving his messy and fluffy back, floating in front of Qiankun's eyes.
Chapter completed!