Three Realms, Two Lives, One Separation

Fairy Sui Yun left Cang Xueyu with her two children that night.

"Mother tells you that in the world of cultivating immortals, all oaths cannot be trusted. Only spiritual power cultivation is the most reliable. Never count on other people's charity. When you are wiped out and beaten to death, what accusations are you?" Any violation is not worth a sentence of success and failure, this world belongs to the strong cultivators, and the strong will never soften their hearts."

Bai Han wiped away the tears from the corners of Fairy Sui Yun's eyes, and said, "Mother, don't cry, when I grow up, Cang Xueyu will still be mine, and I will pay back all these debts."

Sui Yun lifted the curtain of the car, and took a last look at Cang Xueyu, which was vaguely buried in the middle of the night.

At this moment, the little Bai Han clenched the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice, "One day, I, Bai Han, will return to Cang Xueyu and get back everything lost by my Xianxuejian Bai family."

Ying Feng stood in front of the White Mansion of the Immortal Gate, and Fairy Sui Yun set it on fire before she left, and the banner of the Immortal Gate of Yinzhen was planted on Cangxueyu.

Xu Ya woke up, didn't ask anything, just watched Ying Feng get drunk while holding the fairy wine.

In this battle, the wind that hit the East China Sea was blown from the southwest to the northwest. In the early summer, the Immortal Gate Competition began. So far, the Yinzhen Immortal Gate has dominated the six regions in the north of the East Sea.

Immortal-clothed spirit beasts, cultivators are surging like tides. It can be said that the younger generations of various immortal sects in the Eastern Sea Region have come to the Canghai Territory, the main domain of the Eastern Sea Region, and the Immortal Sect Grand Competition has begun.

This time the competition can be described as turbulent, in the sea area, heroes and heroes emerge in large numbers.

His gentle demeanor, up-to-the-point style, and unparalleled handsome smile have won Yingfeng a good reputation in this fairy gate competition, and the name on the stone wall of the Heavenly Dao made him the most popular in the Eastern Sea Region for a while. leaders.

The three people sent by the Yinzhen Immortal Sect, as expected, Xu Ya won the first place in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition.

Conquering the six regions in the north of the East China Sea, coupled with the brilliant performance of the Xianmen Dabi, made the three brothers Yingfeng famous in the first battle in the true sense.

When Ying Feng returned to Yinzhen Mountain Gate, the grand party to welcome them lasted from daytime to moonset.

Ying Feng did not participate.

When this young man was supposed to be full of pride and was at his most vigorous on the road of cultivating immortals, Ying Feng hugged the quilt and went to find Yan Duan.

Sure enough, Yan Duan is outrageously deserted here.

"What are you doing here?"

Yan Duan put away the sword in his hand, turned his back to Ying Feng, and pulled the hem of his clothes, not wanting Ying Feng to see the scars all over his body, many parts of his body were corroded by the aura of the bloody old man A bone left.

Ying Feng hugged the quilt, the cave was very dark, after he entered, Yan Duan raised his hand and closed the cave door.

Ying Feng looked at Yan Duan with grievances, when he was young, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep, and when he was very hungry, he would lean on Yan Duan tightly, but now, he is confused again.

"Yanduan, many things have happened this time, and I want to tell you all about it"

Ying Feng said this aggrievedly.

Yan Duan is a friend he has known since he was a child, the person he has always relied on the most, now that he has a demon, the first thing he thinks of is Yan Duan.

Yan Duan turned sideways and made half of the bed, Ying Feng hugged the quilt and went in, the two of them lay side by side on the simple straw mat on the ground, Ying Feng asked Yan Duan: "Yan Duan, no matter what I say, you will believe me, right? ?"

Yan Duan hummed slightly.

Ying Feng then asked, "What if one day I can't keep the promise I made?"

"I will help you make the oath you cannot keep, and what you promise is what I promise"

After Yan Duan finished speaking, Ying Feng smiled happily, Ying Feng still has Yan Duan, that's enough.

"I will tell you all the vows I make in the future. If I forget, you must remember and tell me"

"it is good"

Ying Feng turned over and continued to ask uneasy, "Yan Duan, what if one day I take up my faith and endanger the common people?"

Ying Feng looked at Yan Duan, Yan Duan rested his head with his hands, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, although he really wanted to say: "I will still be with you, or even hold you back, and fall into my world"

But he knew that this was not the answer Ying Feng wanted.

Yan Duan said: "I will stop you"

Yan Duan knows that liking someone is to become what he expects, although he is not as kind as Ying Feng, but he wants to change, even a little bit.

After Yan Duan finished speaking, Ying Feng hugged the quilt contentedly, closed his eyes, and had nothing to say this night until dawn. For so long, Ying Feng had never slept so peacefully.

Ying Feng was sitting in the room practicing, when the wind blew in from the window, he saw Yan Duan knocking on his window, here you are, the autumn leaves are falling, Yan Duan made a Xun for him: "Here you are"

After Yan Duan threw it to Ying Feng, he was about to go back to do trivial handyman, Ying Feng stopped him, hesitated for a while, and finally hoped to do something and change his identity without saying anything.

Yan Duan turned to look at him, Ying Feng smiled.

"Looking for you tonight, we will fight again, if you lose, you have to play another song for me"

Ying Feng shook the xun in his hand while speaking, facing the sun.

Yan Duan twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his head slightly, and said with a half smile but not a smile, with a little petting, and a little joy: "You can't learn what I taught you last time, you're so stupid."

Ying Feng looked at the Xun in his hand and felt the same way, he couldn't blow it after learning it several times, he was really stupid.

After closing the window, I didn't expect the wind to blow in some fallen leaves, which are light white and yellow. Putting the Xun on the fallen leaves is really poetic and picturesque.

Yanduan has gone through a difficult road, and he has lost a lot, but in Yingfeng's place, he is still him, the arrogant young man many years ago, everyone can look down on Yanduan, but Yingfeng can't, the same, who He would take whatever was given to Yanduan, but Yingfeng would not.

"Please let me keep the last pride. This is my last self-esteem. I believe that one day, I can only rely on myself and live up to your recognition of me."

This sentence Yan Duan said once was deeply engraved in Ying Feng's heart.

Ying Feng dare not forget, this is the bottom line of Yan Duan, and it is also the reliance for them to be together forever.

Yingfeng and Yanduan have always used up all their spiritual power when fighting against each other. Yingfeng's wind spiritual power is changeable, not to mention that there is a trace of water spiritual power in Yingfeng's wind spiritual power. They have been feeding each other moves since they were young.

Even as long as it is the immortal martial art that Yan Duan needs, no matter how hard he tries, Ying Feng will get it for him. What Ying Feng is happiest about is that Yan Duan is never polite to him.

They are too familiar with each other's routines, but at this time Yingfeng realizes that the method of killing can only be understood by killing people.

Yan Duan stepped back, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the ordinary sword in his hand broke in two.

Yan Duan sat down, adjusted his breath, and ate a panacea to recover.

Ying Feng picked up the broken sword on the ground, and said seriously: "Yan Duan, in fact, your talent is actually very good. From outsiders, you only have a single spiritual root, which is obviously the best talent, but your spiritual root It is very weak, it is difficult to attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to cultivate immortality. I don’t know that your fire attribute is weak but it has the power to burn everything purely. This sword is not worthy of the purity of your fire spiritual power. Yan Duan, I want to wait until your soul Chi Xiucheng, no one in my generation can surpass you anymore."

Yan Duan raised his head, stood up, glanced at Duan Jian contemptuously and said, "One day, I will search all over the East China Sea and find my sword."

"I followed the old man in Xuexu to learn how to practice weapons. After a month, the sword I forged by myself will be forged. Then we will compete again."

Yan Duan said, Ying Feng nodded.

A complex thought flashed through Ying Feng's heart, the old man Xuexu knew about it, but looking at Yan Duan, he felt an inexplicable sense of trust, there is nothing in this world that Yan Duan can't deal with.

Ying Feng looked at the sky, it was so late, he didn't want to go back, he wanted to spend the night somewhere in Yanduan.

Lying on the meadow as I wished, the quilt was pulled by the wind.

"This is the quilt for me," Yan Duan said.

"So we have to build it together," Ying Feng answered as it should.