After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

The wooden bead in Fang Yuan's hand had lost its magic power, and had completely turned into two ordinary peach wood beads. He handed it back to Xiao Zijun, and when he put it in his palm, he shook it firmly and said, "Why are you talking to them?" It’s fine to explain, since I’ve already done it anyway, they shouldn’t be so cruel that they want me to be buried with those dead people, right?”

He blinked and smiled like a fox. His indifference and unrepentant look made Xiao Zijun angry. The atmosphere of intimacy just now was swept away. He shook off Fang Yuan's hand, "You think Well, I don't care about you." As soon as he took a step around the bed, Fang Yuan sat on the bed wearing a white singlet, stretched out his hand and shook the quilt beside the bed and covered him like a sack.

Fang Yuan's eyes darkened, and when he pulled off the quilt, Xiao Zijun had already left.

Good to go, he can do whatever he wants again.Sighing softly, Fang Yuan unfolded the peeping mirror. As he expected, this thing is not so easy to operate. When he opened it, there was a blank canvas inside.Fang Yuan remembered that his "blood book" about peeping mirror was still on the chair in the main hall, so he quickly put on his clothes and prepared to get it. When he was sitting by the bed kicking on his boots, a person came out of the room, "Mr. superior."

When Fang Yuan saw Tong Shi walking out of his back room, his eyes were about to drop: "Why are you in my room?"

The first time I saw Tong Shi was a little embarrassed, he took a blood-stained book from his arms, the blood on it had dried up, and the pages were deformed.

"I sent this to your majesty. You weren't awake when I came in. I wanted to wait, but when I saw your master come in, he looked sullen and unhappy. I didn't dare to talk to him. Face to face and hide behind for a while."

Thanks to Xiao Zijun's recovery of only two successes, Fang Yuan was ill again, otherwise he would have been caught out, Fang Yuan asked him: "Then just now...you saw everything?"

I thought it was one of the few two-person worlds, but who knew that there was a peeping person hidden behind, no matter how wonderful things were, it didn't feel so wonderful.

Tongshi covered his face with his hands, and said with a sham, "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, and I don't know how your trousers were cut..."

"You!" Fang Yuan glanced at the trousers hanging by the bed, one leg was cut from the knee to the top, he glanced at Tongshi again, and rolled his eyes angrily.

Tong Shi spread the book on the bed, and said sternly: "No kidding, sir, the back of this book says how to open the peeping mirror. I'm afraid you may have a rough look, so I'll draw a pen for you."

On the vermilion bloody paper, a few lines of words were circled, and some explanations were so scattered that if you didn't read carefully, you might not be able to find it. He pressed his hand on the book on the bed, and Tong Shi just let go.

Fang Yuan turned two pages and threw them aside, and asked him, "Your Majesty, don't you plan to try?"

"It feels like you are more anxious to open this thing than I am."

Maybe he felt that he was too impatient, Tong Shi calmed down and explained: "What your majesty wants to see, I will naturally do my best to help."

Fang Yuan stared at him: "Really?"

Tong Shi hesitated a bit before saying, "I'm also a little curious about what's inside."

Fang Yuan stuffed the painting scroll and scroll into his arms, and deliberately changed the subject and asked, "How's the situation outside?"

"The situation is not very good. According to the news from the East and West Messenger, the various families of Xianmen have recently gathered together, as if they are going to..." The envoy's voice became weaker and weaker, and he glanced at Fang Yuan with some concern.

"Ready to attack me?"

"Destroy the devil."

The purple fire in the room jumped, and the room was eerily quiet for a moment, Fang Yuan said nonchalantly: "Understood, you go back. I haven't seen anyone during this time."

The envoy asked him to resign: "Don't bother you." He walked to the door, stopped suddenly, turned his head and said to Fang Yuan, "One more thing. Before Xiaoshan was taken by Zhongliyi, now that he is dead, Xiaoshan is also here. They intend to rebuild, but I intercepted the news they sent to Demon Realm several times."

Seeing Fang Yuan's suspicious gaze, the envoy continued, "They want Mr. Xiao to go back. If you want, you can go back too. They say they abandon evil and do good, and you will be given a lighter punishment."

"I won't go back." Fang Yuan answered simply without thinking.

Tong Shi was always a little apprehensive, but he was relieved when he heard his words.Fang Yuan told him: "In the future, you don't have to stop the news from my master. I don't have to go back, but he is free to come and go. Even I don't have the right to force him to stay." Come out, there is some sadness in his words, Xiao Shan is of great significance to Xiao Zijun, now that Xiao Shan is rebuilt, whether he is willing to stay or not, no one can say for sure.

After the envoy left, Fang Yuan was left in a daze. He would not go back, nor could he go back.

He took out the book from his pocket, and read it carefully. It basically said that writing a person's name and date of birth on a peeping mirror with spiritual power can give a glimpse of his past. A place name can see everything that happened in this place.

Fang Yuan threw the peeping mirror into the air, it floated in the air, and he wrote his name and birthday on it with two fingers as pens.As soon as the pen was dropped, the picture scroll was quickly developed. Countless pictures flashed before Fang Yuan's eyes. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the changing stars, the time in it seemed to be accelerated, from his birth to toddler to Xiaoshan apprenticeship, Jiangbei experience... …

The memory became clear and memorable like a torrent of gates, and all the memories that his mother had erased for him were also refurbished. Those things he experienced seemed to all happen yesterday.Fang Yuan's brows became more and more wrinkled, and they were almost knit together. He couldn't tell whether this was something from his previous life, because it was exactly the same as his experience in this life!

The picture scroll is still being turned page by page, and each page is another year, with countless pictures flashing on it.Fang Yuan tapped his hand, the page turning stopped, and the picture slowed down, stopping at the year when they went to Heqingshan to slay demons.

……

He was following Xiao Zijun down the thousand steps of Heqing Mountain. When the fog started to rise, he couldn't see anything. He took Xiao Zijun's sword and went down. A woman with a bamboo basket slipped on the steps when she passed by him. After a while, Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to support her, and let go of Xiao Zijun's sword as soon as he let go.

After he walked a few steps, he realized that there was no one in front of him, and Xiao Zijun was gone.

Later, he met the fake Xiao Zijun, and when he stabbed with a sword, the surrounding scene changed, and there was a cluster of purple fire floating in the dark place.

There seemed to be something different, Fang Yuan stood in front of the painting with arms crossed and thought for a while, if he remembered correctly, there was nothing there at that time, it was pitch black, he had never seen such a big cluster of purple fire.

In the picture scroll, he looked down at the sword in his hand and heard a voice in the darkness.

"You came."

Fang Yuan was sure that this cluster of purple fire was talking to him, and he asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"Of course, I woke up after you took away the magic sword from the Fang family."

"The demon on Heqing Mountain is you?"

"It's me, but not all of me, because I belong to you."

Fang Yuan clenched the sword in his hand, looking a little dazed, not knowing what it was saying here and there.

"I know you are confused, I can explain to you. You draw the sword and you are the master of the sword. I was born with the magic sword, and you are also my master. If you swallow me, you will be the next demon king. With more For a powerful force, isn't it much more powerful than you in a small cultivating sect?"

The tip of the sword made a sound on the ground, and Fang Yuan's footsteps retreated unconsciously. Reason told him that this thing was not easy, and he responded with his mouth: "Why don't you be a demon king yourself? It's better to give the powerful power to others." Keep it to yourself?"

Purple Fire flickered violently, it seemed unhappy: "The devil energy is immortal, serving every devil king, and I am just dying breath, guarding this power for many years, waiting for the next one." The person who opens the magic sword is recognized as the king."

"Then you can wait for others, I am not suitable to be a devil. My master is still waiting for me, I have to go back."

Fang Yuan turned around and was about to leave, but Zi Huo called him from behind: "Wait, the devil is the destined person, there is no one else, you are the destined person."

Fang Yuan ignored it and kept walking, when suddenly a cluster of purple flames ignited in front of his eyes, and the purple flames regenerated into purple flames, flying towards him, circling around him, his eyes were fixed on him all the time. , holding a sword in his right hand and defending in front: "What do you want to do?"

No one responded to him, the purple fire turned faster and faster, and finally penetrated his body from his front through his sword, flowing to all limbs and bones.His body was hot for a while, and his whole body was going to be burned to ashes. He grabbed his neckline desperately, kneeled down towards the ground as soon as his knees gave up, and couldn't tell whether the surroundings were originally dark or he was covered by this wave. The eyes were blackened by the burning power, and I felt that the last ray of light was gone, and my eyes fell into the darkness.

As Fang Yuan in the painting closed his eyes, the scroll became pitch black. He was very familiar with this feeling. He didn't know how to spend the five years between chaos and confusion.

Fang Yuan stood at the painting and waited for a while, but it was still completely black. Could it be that he fell into a demon when he was in Heqingshan in his last life?Sleeping for five years without doing anything?

Just when he was about to turn back directly, the screen lit up——

It was already night, and when he woke up, he was in the tent, and there was a shadow reflected from the tent. There seemed to be someone outside. He opened the curtain, and only saw Xiao Zijun sitting cross-legged not far from his tent, resting with his eyes closed. It seems that they all scattered out to find the specific location of the magic movement.

Fang Yuan walked over, Xiao Zijun was already awake, he opened his eyes and asked, "How are you?"

How are you doing?Whether in the previous life or in this life, the first thing this person said when he opened his eyes was asking him, how are you doing?

Fang Yuan shook his head in a daze: "What's wrong with me?"

"There was a lot of fog on the mountain, and you fainted on the way." Xiao Zijun pulled his hand over, felt his pulse, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong, Master? Is there something wrong with my pulse?"

Xiao Zijun probed again uncertainly, "There is something swimming in your body, it seems to be there."

Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, maybe it was the devilish energy, he didn't know how to explain it to Xiao Zijun.

"Sit here and help you follow your pulse."

Fang Yuan sat down next to Xiao Zijun in the same manner as Xiao Zijun, and Xiao Zijun said while drawing some spiritual energy on his veins: "Calm down, let the energy I give you flow through your whole body."

Fang Yuan gathered his qi, and immediately felt that something was wrong. The qi passed by Xiao Zijun was icy cold, but the qi in his body was hot, and when it collided together, there was a feeling of ice and fire, and his body suddenly felt overwhelmed. He withdrew his hand: "Master, don't bother. It's too late and I'm a little sleepy, and my mood is restless. Maybe I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

He got up, completely unaware of how lame his reason was, and just after taking two steps, he heard Xiao Zijun call him: "Fang Yuan."

Fang Yuan felt very uncomfortable, as if two strands of Qi were fighting in his body, and the hot one was getting stronger and stronger, as if self-protecting, he immediately came up to swallow the cold one, Fang Yuan didn't dare to turn back, Xiao Zijun didn't I knew when I got up and touched his shoulder.

The moment he turned around, an obvious red line appeared in the corner of Fang Yuan's eyes, he raised his hand uncontrollably, a cluster of purple flames sprang up in the palm of his hand.Xiao Zijun was stunned when he saw it. For a moment, his neck was hot, and his breath was suffocated by the huge force. Fang Yuan squeezed Xiao Zijun's neck with straight eyes.

Not only Xiao Zijun felt that he couldn't breathe, but even Fang Yuan, who was standing in front of the painting, held his breath for an instant.