The sky always dawned very early in the valley, and Qiao Xianyong couldn't wait to get up.
There is still a whole day today, thinking about what should be done. There is no doubt about returning to the world, Qiao Xianyong thought.
What to do with Qingkui? We can only leave it at the bottom of the valley first, wait for the right opportunity, and then find a way to come back to find it. Qingkui doesn’t know how many years it has lived, and the three years it has been with him may not be the best for it.
As short as the life of an ant.
Qiao Xianyong was thinking as he walked out of the cave. Qing Kui was fast asleep at the door, and his tail would sometimes be raised to ward off mosquitoes.
He walked over and hugged Qing Kui's head and stroked its neck. Qing Kui woke up and seemed uncomfortable with such intimacy.
Qiao Xianyong murmured, "Brother Qingkui, I, Qiao Xianyong, still have some unfinished business in this world. This opportunity is hard-won and I can finally go back. When my affairs are settled, I will come to the valley to find you and spend the rest of my life together."
." The three years of being with Qing Kui day and night made Qiao Xianyong unable to let go of this separation. He shed tears as he spoke.
Qing Kui seemed to have sensed something. He stretched out his rough tongue and licked Qiao Xianyong's face, and his eyes seemed to be moist.
After staying with Qing Kui for a while, Qiao Xianyong got up and returned to the cave.
He took out the two parchments left by Master Tongtian, and then thought that he was already familiar with this thicker volume recording the martial arts of various sects, so he might as well bury it in Master Tongtian's tomb.
A thin scroll with a picture of the stars. Since it contained the unfulfilled long-cherished wish of Master Tongtian, he decided to take it with him. Although his ability is limited, there may be some strange people in the future who can fulfill the last wish of Lingzi Palace. This generation of strange people may also be able to fulfill it.
You can finally rest in peace.
Qiao Xianyong took the thick parchment scroll and walked outside the cave and walked down the mountain stream. Where he found the purple fish and the waterfall, he dug a small tomb for Ling Zi Palace and buried the body. Now he dug another next to it.
He buried the parchment scroll in a smaller deep pit. Then he bowed deeply to the tomb of Lingzi Palace.
Afterwards, Qiao Xianyong took Qing Kui and wandered around the valley for several times. He had lived in this valley for more than a thousand days and nights. Most of the corners were familiar to him. Now that he was leaving, he didn't know if he could come back.
Come.
After lunch, he continued to meditate and practice Qigong in the afternoon, but did not make any progress. He nervously waited for the arrival of night.
It's late at night. The moonlight this night is much dimmer than yesterday, and you can see many dark-colored clouds drifting slowly in the sky.
Qiao Xianyong stared unblinking at the spot where Xiao Morou was suspended by the rope yesterday, for fear of missing something.
He felt that he was almost desperate waiting. At this moment, he saw a huge round black shadow descending little by little along the mountain wall.
coming!
Qiao Xianyong held his breath deeply.
The huge black shadow was the bamboo basket he had seen last night. After the bamboo basket landed, Xiao Morou stepped out wearing an orange robe.
Qiao Xianyong's heart was beating so hard that his ears were almost ringing. He walked towards Xiao Morou, and Qing Kui followed closely behind him.
Xiao Morou raised her head to look at him, smiled and said, "Hello, Brother Qiao!"
Qiao Xianyong could not conceal his inner joy. A smile overflowed from his eyes, filling his two dimples, and said, "Sister Rou'er, you are here! You are really good!"
Xiao Morou nodded and said, "We agreed yesterday. Brother Qiao, please sit in this bamboo basket with me." Then she touched Qing Kui's neck and said softly, "Qing Kui beast
, I can only make you stay at the bottom of this valley for a while longer. Brother Qiao will definitely take you out in the future."
The Qingkui beast couldn't bear to cry.
Qiao Xianyong held Qing Kui's head tightly and finally let go.
"Let's go, Brother Qiao." Xiao Morou was already sitting in the basket, waving to Qiao Xianyong.
Qiao Xianyong stepped into the basket. Xiao Morou immediately pulled the rope. The rope began to rise slowly.
Qiao Xianyong was still excited at first, but then gradually became silent. Xiao Morou felt Qiao Xianyong sigh in the dark, so she asked, "Brother Qiao, what's wrong with you?"
Qiao Xianyong said softly, "I was thinking, when I fell down the valley, why didn't Master and Senior Sister form a rope like you and come down to look for me."
Xiao Morou was silent for a moment, and then said eloquently, "Brother Qiao, I believe your relatives must be looking for you in every possible way. But you don't know something. The rope that is holding you and me now is unique to my family."
The secret method is made of a Persian rope material. Sometimes, my eldest sister and the others capture some bad guys and use this kind of rope to tie them up. It is absolutely impossible to break them with a struggle and cannot be cut with a sharp weapon. Therefore, Lao Huang
Only then did they have the guts to use this kind of rope to hang me from this extremely high mountain wall."
After hearing this, Qiao Xianyong suddenly realized. He thought that if he hadn't met Xiao Morou by chance, it would have been impossible to go to Wushan. However, Ling Zigong, the leader of Tongtian Cult, did not have such an adventure.
Seeing that the bamboo basket was about to be pulled up the mountain and finally landed, Qiao Xianyong felt as if a huge stone had fallen to the ground.
He followed Xiao Morou out of the bamboo basket, only to hear the girl exclaim, "Oops!"
Qiao Xianyong stood still and took a look. The surroundings were brightly lit by candlelight. He didn't know how many people were standing there. Everyone was holding a weapon and looked serious. Qiao Xianyong thought at a loss, "It won't be possible to do this with so many people."
Catch me, right?"
I just heard Xiao Morou call to someone in a low voice and meekly, "Sister."
It turned out that she was discovered by her sister.
Qiao Xianyong saw a woman in her early thirties standing next to Xiao Morou. She was dressed in black clothes for a night walk. She had an extremely beautiful appearance, but there were faint spots of white hair on her temples. She had similar facial features to Xiao Morou.
Very similar, but with a fierce look on his face, his eyes were shining brightly as he looked up and down at Qiao Xianyong.
The woman said to Xiao Morou, "Little sister, you ran out to play by yourself again. We have succeeded, and we will rush home tonight. I looked everywhere for you, and I only found out where you were after asking Lao Huang.
"
Then he frowned, stared at Qiao Xianyong and said, "Who are you and why are you with my little sister?"
Before Qiao Xianyong could think of how to answer, Xiao Morou rushed to speak. She said, "Sister, this is Ah Hua. He is Lao Huang's distant nephew. He goes on errands with Lao Huang. I want to go to the bottom of the valley to play, but I'm afraid there will be someone else.
Beast, just tell him to follow me."
Xiao Morou's eldest sister looked at Qiao Xianyong suspiciously, and replied casually, "Why is our slave dressed so inappropriately? Ah Hua? I don't have any impression. Lao Huang, please lead this stinky boy of yours quickly."
Let’s go! Send Palace Master Rou’er to the carriage! When we get home, I will ask you and your nephew what they are doing in the Wushan Valley these days!”
A short, white-haired old man walked up tremblingly and pulled Qiao Xianyong away. Qiao Xianyong struggled for a while, but could not break free from the old man's iron-like hands. The old man whispered, "Don't talk.