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Huaiyuan's smile gradually solidified on his face, becoming a stiff mask.

At first, he thought that what he heard was nothing more than drunken words, but soon he discovered that Zeng Shan was not drunk at all.

She just used alcohol to say what she had never dared to say.

Huaiyuan started to get nervous.

He confirmed Zeng Shan's meaning over and over again, moved out of the teacher's school, moved out of the master, trying to arouse her thoughts and guilt.

But Zeng Shan never let go.

When the alcohol was not so strong, she raised her head and told him that even though it was only a few years, she really fell in love with the small valley at the foot of the snow-capped mountain from the bottom of her heart.This kind of liking is not based on dislike and disappointment of the Yuncang Sect—she is still grateful for the kindness of her teacher, but just like ordinary children, when they grow up, they naturally need to leave home.

"But why is it the Five Immortals?!"

Huaiyuan was still resentful: "The world is so vast, you just entered the Five Immortals by chance, why did you decide to stay? Otherwise, let's not go back to Yuncang, just travel around the rivers and lakes, maybe there will be someone more beautiful than here." ..."

"No more!"

Zeng Shan interrupted him loudly, "I've made up my mind!"

At this moment, Lian Zhuxian made a strange movement - he stepped forward and put his hand on Zeng Shan's forehead.Although the virtual and the real didn't seem to have real contact, Lian Zhu Xian quickly showed a clear expression.

"She feels that she has to bear a lot of responsibility for Nuosoma's departure."

For Feng Zhangjun, he conveyed Zeng Shan's thoughts at the moment: "When Nuosoma entrusted Xuantong to her, she confused the memory of the past with that scene."

Feng Zhangjun thought deeply: "Xuantong reminded her of Huaiyuan when she was young?"

"It's not exactly referring to the sect master brother, it's a bit general and hard to describe."

Lian Zhuxian tried his best to interpret the emotions he felt from Zeng Shan: "Although Nuosoma was mostly unintentional, it did put a shackle on Zeng Shan. Whether it was out of goodwill or guilt, Zeng Shan Will be trapped willingly, it's in her nature, no one can blame her."

In front of him, Huaiyuan was entangled with Zeng Shan intermittently, resorting to various means to hope that his only senior sister would change her mind.

It's a pity that everything was in vain.

His eyes dimmed little by little, and even became cold.

"Senior sister... don't force me."

He slowly dragged his tone, and made a desperate decision: "If you insist on staying in the Five Immortals, I will only have to expose your identity, and see if the gang of barbarians in the Five Immortals are still so big by then." heart, continue to regard you as one of them."

As soon as these words came out, Zeng Shan raised his head immediately, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"If you don't hesitate to destroy the relationship between Yun Cang and the Five Immortals, then it's up to you! However, from now on, no one will stand in front of you and get out of Yun Cang... Where else can you go!"

Huaiyuan's gloomy face turned pale in an instant, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

He seemed to want to make a disdainful sneer, but tears were faster than laughter.

"Senior sister...you really don't want me?"

His voice was as soft as that of a four or five-year-old boy, "My heart really hurts..."

This is probably the only pain he can feel in his life.

Because of its rarity, it is extraordinarily unbearable.

But he didn't know that this kind of pain might be nothing to others.

-

The past in Zuixian Tower finally broke up unhappy.The scene changed, and we came to the outdoors at night again.

The time should be winter.As far as the eye can see, the vast and flat land is covered with mottled snow.The night above the snow field was faintly red, like a long-frozen blood scab.

"This is Huaiyuan Village."

While Lian Zhu Xian was still trying to identify the direction, Feng Zhangjun pointed to an old tree with a crooked neck and gave the answer.

They returned to the starting point of Xiangqiu, but the surrounding scene has changed——

The ruins of the village have disappeared, replaced by a large group of graves, like rolling snow-capped mountains, lonely for thousands of years.

The cold wind blew, bringing the voice of murmuring.

They followed the sound and saw Huaiyuan's thin body kneeling in front of a huge mound.There is no tree monument on the tomb, but it is not difficult to guess that this should be the joint burial tomb of those women and children who died tragically back then.

Huaiyuan may have come directly from Nanzhao, but he was still wearing a relatively thin robe.The snowflakes fluttering slowly in the air fell on his disheveled hair, making him look like an old man.

"Why didn't you take me away?"

His eyes were blank, and he hoarsely said to the grave, "Why did you leave me alone in this world?"

The tomb was silent, but he seemed to hear something from the howling north wind.

"...Yuncang Mountain is very good? Are you relieved to entrust me there? Ha...haha..."

He raised his head to the sky and let out a series of fragmented laughter.

"Do you know that not everyone is worthy of the noble Yuncang Sect. Do you know that since I was a child, they have called me stupid, stupid, and incompetent, not suitable for cultivating immortals at all, You shouldn't be Yun Cang's disciple... Haha, hahaha..."

He was out of breath from laughing, and a harsh whistle-like noise came out of his trachea, which was also like crying.

"I'm obviously so stupid, so stupid, but for more than ten years, none of them have seen it. In fact, I have been acting... playing a stupid and stupid normal person..."

He knelt in the snow, and the snow below his knees had been crushed into ice.The severe cold made his face turn purple, but he didn't realize it.

"Now Senior Sister Lian Ye doesn't want me...I don't want to stay in Yuncang...I don't want to stay in Nanzhao...I don't have a fairy bone, I can't become a fairy..."

Huaiyuan muttered to himself nervously, like crazy.But Lian Zhu Xian heard a special word from his raving——

"Fairy bone".

A fool without a fairy bone, even if he was lucky enough to get to the fairy mountain, would be hard to carve.It would be better to find a pond or lake at the foot of the mountain. It is also a short life, but you can still live happily.

This is what Feng Zhangjun said to Lian Zhu Xian not long ago.

In retrospect, isn't this talking about Huaiyuan?

Lian Zhuxian's heart jumped suddenly, but he denied himself immediately - if Feng Zhangjun knew about Huaiyuan's affairs, how could he allow him to cause trouble at the ceremony.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed a different voice in Huaiyuan's distressed crying.

Creaking, creaking, it is the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Lian Zhu Xian followed the prestige, and was surprised to find that not far away ten steps away, there was a stranger standing there at some point.

-

He said it was a "stranger", but in fact Lian Zhu Xian was not sure - because the visitor was wearing a black cloak, and the hood was hanging down to cover most of his face, and only a few locks of long hair could be seen under the hood. It looked as snow-white as Norsoma, but with a touch of gold.

This is obviously not the hair color of a Central Plains person. If it is not a barbarian from the Western Regions, I am afraid it should be a mountain spirit and water monster.

Lian Zhu Xian couldn't find a similar candidate in his memory, so he turned his questioning gaze to Feng Zhangjun beside him.

And when he saw this, he suddenly found that Feng Zhangjun's eyes were different.

It was an extremely subtle change, like a pool of stagnant water that was suddenly wrinkled by the wind, while a little bit of light was shining, and some places became darker and darker.

There is no doubt that Feng Zhangjun must know this person.

Although direct questions would most likely be denied, but Lian Zhu Xian just didn't want to bear it.

"You recognize him?"

"……Do not."

Feng Zhangjun really shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

Lian Zhu Xian became more and more dissatisfied, so he simply stepped forward in two or three steps, ready to see the true face of the cloaked man.But after a little closer, it turned out that under the cloak was a cold silver mask, with only a pair of eyes showing a strange red.

"Could it be Fazong?"

He couldn't help but think of that unpleasant organization, but then he denied himself—Fazong's people only wear black iron masks, and they wear armor all the year round, they are not as refined as the person in front of them.

Who is this person, and why can Feng Zhangjun still recognize him with such a dress?

The more Lian Zhu Xian thought about it, the more strange it became, so he got closer to observe it carefully.But just as she walked in front of that person, she saw the red eyes under the mask turn and stare at him!

How can this be? !

After learning the art of voyeurism for decades, Lian Zhu Xian has never encountered such a situation, and it is unreasonable-this place is obviously a memory amber from a hundred years ago, how could he react to a voyeur a hundred years later? !

Lian Zhu Xian suddenly felt a little nervous, but before he had time to think about it, he was dragged back to his side by Feng Zhangjun.

"Don't run around."

Obviously, it was the first time for a bystander to participate in Xiangvoi, but at this moment, it is mainly a guest.

Lian Zhu Xian was staggered by Feng Zhangjun, and bumped into his arms at an angle.

"That person seemed to have glanced at me just now!" Lian Zhuxian muttered in a low voice.

Feng Zhangjun didn't speak, but silently protected him behind him.

On the other side, the cloaked man slowly took two more steps, and finally stood beside the tomb.

Hearing his footsteps, Huaiyuan raised his head, his reddish eyes were full of vigilance.

"Who are you?!"

"Flower picker."

The voice of the cloaked man was cold and pleasant, with a hint of gold and stone.

Huaiyuan looked him up and down, obviously full of guard: "It's freezing cold, where can I pick flowers?"

The cloaked man didn't answer, but stretched out his right hand toward the grave.

In front of his palm, the snow on the tomb quickly melted away, revealing an almost transparent white flower.

"Ah!" Lian Zhuxian, who was standing behind Feng Zhangjun, remembered, "Isn't this the kind of flower that was placed beside the ghoul... no, Zeng Shan?"

"...What's going on?" Huaiyuan obviously didn't know this kind of flower at this time, showing a surprised expression.

The cloaked man reached out to pick off the little flower and played with it on his fingertips.

"This kind of small flower is called 'ego'. If the dead person still has concerns, this white flower may bloom on the bones. 'Ego' will not wither and wither, only after the care is eliminated, it will naturally disappear."

Huaiyuan looked up at the flowers, and also looked at the cloaked man, still skeptical: "Since it is transformed by obsession, what is the use of picking this kind of flowers?"

The cloaked man did not speak, but brought the little flower to his lips.I saw a gleam of light drifting towards the lips of the mask, and then the petals turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared.

"He's eating flowers?!" Lian Zhu Xian was stunned: "Or is he eating the obsession of the dead?"

"Both are both." Feng Zhangjun said: "Love, love and hatred, all kinds of obsessions are also the essence condensed by the soul. Like silkworms weaving silk, bees making honey. Not only demons and ghosts, but there are also many in the way of cultivation. Those who are addicted to this taste are just keeping it secret."

While speaking, I saw that the cloaked man finished sucking the essence of the obsession flower, and slowly raised his head and exhaled.After a while, he turned to Huaiyuan again.

"Ah... so the object of this obsession is you, you are the kid who makes people feel uneasy even after death."

Before he knew it, Huaiyuan had stopped crying and looked up at him in a daze.

The cloaked man stretched out his hand, and actually gently touched the top of Huaiyuan's head.

"They want me to tell you: no one in this world is born in the wrong place, and everyone has a meaning of existence... Anyway, the mouth of the cannibal is soft, if you have anything you don't understand, just ask me."

Huaiyuan still asked in a daze: "... who are you?"

"I'm--"

The Cloaked Man seemed to have an answer.But suddenly, a gust of wind blew on the flat ground, and the snow on the ground was rolled up into the air, overwhelmingly smashing towards the two onlookers!

It's hard to tell whether it's real or not.Feng Zhangjun quickly turned around and went back to protect Lian Zhuxian, and they both threw themselves on the ground and lay down at the same time!

The author has something to say: Lian Zhuxian: Something is wrong with Mr. Fengzhang today!

Feng Zhangjun: ...I didn't.

Lian Zhu Xian: I suspect that he is the big boss of this article, the mastermind behind the scenes! ! !

Feng Zhangjun: ...I am not.

Lian Zhuxian: You and that man in the cloak are bothersome at first sight!

Feng Zhangjun: He is mine—, no, I am his—, no, he is ours—

Lian Zhuxian: How dare you say he is yours? !

Feng Zhangjun: In short, I have never been sorry to you!Who is the man in the cloak, you'll find out sooner or later!

Lian Zhuxian: What about Huaiyuan?Did you already know about him?

Feng Zhangjun: No, I’m not talking about Huaiyuan

Lian Zhuxian: Who is that? !