Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

The snowy night frightened the strings, and the steps were false.The proud son with golden pupils, an incomparable talent.

It is about Yan Xubai, the next suzerain of Long Suoyan's sect.

He has practiced alone in Dingling for nearly ten years, and he is about to survive the catastrophe and return home to take charge of the family business.But suddenly his eyesight gradually lost, and he was no different from a blind man in just one month.His grandfather was so anxious that he hurriedly sent him out to heal his injuries.

The place of healing is the Luozhao Mountain Dojo, where the successors of the current sect masters of the Taoist sect are cultivated.

Luozhao Mountain is located in Luoyang, with four distinct seasons and abundant aura.It's the beginning of spring now, but it's a pity that it's been cold in the past few days, it's extremely cold, and it's snowing.

The snow in the courtyard of the Dojo Mingtang was already a foot thick, and it was a vast expanse of white, very dazzling.There are still some white maple branches on the ground, probably broken by the snow.

Yan Xubai sat quietly in the outer hall of Ming Hall, waiting for his grandfather, and Han Feizhou, the patriarch of the dojo.The surrounding area was very quiet, there was no one there, not even an accompanying disciple, only the crackling of the charcoal fire and occasional sparks.

Habitually, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, the snow outside was too bright, even though he had already tied a ribbon to cover it, he was still very sensitive to light.

Sitting upright like a pine, there were occasional voices and grandfather coughing in the inner room, Yan Xubai listened attentively, his heart was in a mess.

In fact, he doesn't really care about his illness, isn't he just blind?It's not a big deal, the most urgent thing is to get through the catastrophe as soon as possible, as long as he doesn't die, there is still hope for Yanmen's revival.If the time comes, he will simply sacrifice himself to Yanmen as his grandfather said, in exchange for a hundred years of prosperity.

"Are you the new disciple Yanmen sent for training?" A clear voice came into my ears, "I am an inner disciple of the dojo."

Inner disciple?Is the dojo accompanying the disciples?

"Hello senior brother." Yan Xubai whispered, "Long Shuo Yanmen, Yan Xubai."

"Mr. Yan, are you cold? Do you want to increase the charcoal fire?"

Yan Xubai felt the heat on his face, shook his head and said, "No need, I'm not cold."

"Do you want to change the tea? It seems that it's not hot anymore."

"No, I'm not thirsty."

"Whether Mr. Yan will stay in the dojo today, whether to live in the disciple's residence or Yiyuan. If you don't mind, you can stay in Yiyuan for a day first. The disciple's residence is still being cleaned up."

Yiyuan... is it a guest room?

Luozhaoshan's disciple talked too much, didn't he show "don't want to chat" enough?

"I don't know yet, just listen to grandfather's arrangement."

The disciple continued to ask: "How long has Mr. Yan practiced, why did you come to the dojo to study at this time?" His tone was gentle and unhurried.

"Grandfather's arrangement." Yan Xubai was a little impatient. In fact, before this disciple came in, he was still recalling the formulas of the exercises he had memorized this morning, and from time to time he would think about when he would be able to return to Yanmen.

The dojo disciple continued to ask: "Did you dare to ask Mr. Yan about bigu? If not, then when you enter the dojo for training, you may only have some corn porridge and water for food."

The snow in the courtyard was dazzling, Yan Xubai raised his hand again, trying to block his eyes, but he put it down again in a blink of an eye, and replied "Mmm".

It wasn't that he suddenly felt that the snow was no longer bright, and it wasn't that he was really bigu, it was just that he was distracted and didn't want to answer.

At the beginning, I sat alone in the hall and waited quietly, but it was nothing. Thinking about the formulas and reciting exercises can always calm my mind.But this dojo disciple started asking questions since he came in, and they were all trivial matters, rambling on and on, which inevitably made Yan Xubai feel agitated.

Seeing that Yan Xubai stopped talking, the dojo disciples didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Xubai was still secretly glad that this person finally calmed down, he might as well leave earlier so that he can wait here with peace of mind.

Just when he was happy, there was a burst of warm breath from his neck, mixed with some water vapor, warm and warm, which caught Yan Xubai by surprise.

This kind of touch is too weird, Yan Xubai has never experienced it before, it's like the kind of breath that a jackal, tiger and leopard lie on the side of the ear, which can make the heart beat twice in a row.

"Plop—! Plop—!"

There were two violent beatings in the chest cavity.

Yan Xubai hurriedly got up and left the seat, as if fleeing from the den of wolves and tigers.

Immediately, a slender hand quickly lifted up and covered it, covering the neck covered with hot and humid breath.

Snapped--!

He got up too quickly, and the loose clothes fell to the ground with the cups and cups in his hand, breaking them.There was still a dull pain in his shoulder, as if he bumped into something when he just got up.

Yan Xubai just felt very embarrassed at this moment, his face turned red and turned pale.The first time I came to the dojo, I dropped someone else's cup, although it was not intentional.

Blame that weird humidity!

Now I don't know whether it's better to cover my shoulders, or my neck, or to clean up the teacup.

"Hiss—Yan...Young Master Yan, are you okay?" It was the voice of a dojo disciple just now, but it sounded... not as sharp as before.

Yan Xubai didn't answer, his face was expressionless, outsiders would only think that he was angry.

"It's my fault. I wanted to get you some tea, but I was attracted by the necklace on Young Master's neck, so I couldn't help but take another look." The disciple of the dojo said with embarrassment in his voice, "I didn't expect to scare you."

"I don't know what magic weapon the necklace Young Master Yan is wearing is. It used to be like an ordinary silver chain, but now it is glowing with spiritual energy. It is really rare."

Only then did Yan Xubai understand, what exactly was that breath just now?

There is also a dull pain in the shoulder, maybe it hit someone else's chin.

Once he figured it out, Yan Xubai became even more angry and annoyed.Since I was a child, I have always done my best to interact with people, and I have never had such close contact with people.

Since he was a child, he was sent to the Dingling Mausoleum of Yanmen to practice, and only his grandfather and cousins ​​came to visit him every year, and those from the Xuanmen clan who wanted to calculate their fortunes.

My cousin was very young, although he was clingy, he was still his own brother and a child at the same time.And the people who test the fortune every year are all attracted by the grandfather, so they are naturally well-mannered.

I never thought that today I would be treated lightly by a young disciple in the dojo.What is exasperating is that this disciple still has the appearance of "appreciating treasures, unintentional mistakes".

Are all disciples in the dojo like this "well-mannered and well-taught"?

Although Yan Xubai couldn't see it, judging from the words and deeds of this Taoist disciple, it was really unbearable.

Say nothing, behave frivolously!

Immediately pulling his face away, Yan Xubai fumbled for a seat with a backlight and sat down again.The movement just now disturbed his mind, and his eyes suddenly became more sensitive to light.

"Mr. Yan, I'll go get you another cup of tea." The young disciple said softly.

"No need." Yan Xubai said coldly.

This time, the disciple was not talking.Yan Xubai heard the sound of his footsteps when he got up, and the sound of his clothes fluttering, and then he felt the surrounding light dimmed, followed by the small crash of broken porcelain.

Is he picking up the broken teacups?

It seemed that not long after the surrounding area became dark, Yan Xubai heard a rustling sound, which was the sound of the pendants on the curtain colliding. "Cough cough cough cough cough!" Yan Guyun came out of the inner hall and sucked in the cold wind and couldn't help coughing twice, "How is this?"

The disciple stopped his hands and said: "Sect Master, Sect Master Yan, I just accidentally knocked over Mr. Yan's teacup, and I'm cleaning it up now."

Han Feizhou saw that this would not be finished in a short while, so he told the disciple: "Okay, okay, let other disciples come later."

Hearing the sound, Yan Xubai got up and saluted Han Feizhou.

"This is my inner disciple, Fu Guilan, you have already met." After Han Feizhou finished speaking, he looked at Yan Xubai for a while, seeing that he was really as Yan Guyun said, and his five senses gradually lost.

He paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "You are losing your eyesight now, it may be inconvenient to live in a disciple's house, there are still a few rooms in Dulujian, so you can live there. It is Gui Lan's training place, and he can take care of it You live."

After Han Feizhou finished speaking, he looked at Fu Guilan again, with a slightly stern tone, "Take care of him more on weekdays, and don't be stingy if he finds you if he has questions about cultivation."

"Guilan understands." Fu Guilan replied.

Han Feizhou nodded slightly, and looked at Yan Guyun again, seeing that he had no objection, he said kindly to Yan Xubai again: "I will stay here from now on, and study with the disciples of other sects with peace of mind. I will teach you the dojo again You can’t slack off in Yanmen’s cultivation, you know?”

Yan Xubai always thought that he was here to heal his wounds, since he was here to heal his wounds, shouldn't he be taking medicine or imparting exercises for treatment?Why did you stay in the dojo to practice?

He didn't react to Han Feizhou's words for a while, but he just nodded first, then called "grandfather" softly, waiting for Yan Guyun to speak.

"You are suffering from a strange disease now, and Dingling is no longer suitable for you to practice. Going back to Longsuo Mountain may conflict with Yanmen's luck. The children of other families will come to the dojo for training when they are old, and they will stay in the dojo first, and wait for your condition to improve. I'll send someone to pick you up again." Yan Guyun said lightly, although he was reluctant, he still didn't show it, "Don't think too much about the Yan family's affairs."

When Yan Xubai heard what his grandfather said, he naturally didn't have the thought of refuting, so he responded obediently.

"Yan Yu knows, grandfather, please take care too."

Fu Guilan agreed softly, and Yan Xubai turned around and saluted in the direction of the voice.

Respectful and respectful, the etiquette is not bad.

However, what he thought in his heart was: Is there no one in the dojo?Why should he take care of me?Does Han Zongzhu know that this disciple is a person who behaves without reason?When will I be able to return to Yanmen?Why does my grandfather trust me to stay here?

While still in a daze, the two suzerains had already left the hall, and Yan Xubai was left in the dojo without any precautions.

"Mr. Yan, let's go. I'll take you to Lujian." After Fu Guilan finished speaking, he went to hold Yan Xubai's hand, and before he touched anyone, Yan Xubai immediately took a step back.

"Mr. Yan, can't you see it?" Fu Guilan asked.

Yan Xubai put his hands behind his back and said, "I can't see, but I don't need anyone to hold me."

Fu Guilan saw that he looked like a child, wearing a black dragon pattern shirt, with a ribbon covering his eyes, half of his face was bloodless, even his lips were shallow, and his figure was thin. Still in a pouting gesture.

Is this the next Patriarch who is sixteen or seventeen years old?

About six or seven years old.

Fu Guilan let out a chuckle, and took back her hands, gathered her wide and wide sleeves, and handed the sleeves to Yan Xubai's hand, "Since you don't want me to hold your sleeves, please trouble Mr. Yan to hold your sleeves. The road is slippery in snowy weather, so you still have to do it." careful."

I saw Yan Xubai pursing his lips, and there was no movement for a long time. After a while, he stretched out his hand hidden behind his back, gently grabbed the bright yellow sleeve at his hand, stood a few feet away from Fu Guilan, and whispered: " Please brother lead the way."

Fu Guilan shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face.

After leaving the Ming Hall, Fu Guilan walked in front, and Yan Xubai followed steadily behind.But before he took two steps, and before he even left the courtyard of the Ming Hall, Yan Xubai heard a charming voice, and it was Fu Guilan who was calling.

"Senior brother~ why are you here, let me look for it~"

"Senior Sister Ruoqian, run slowly, and be careful of the slippery road. If I fall, I won't be cured." Fu Guilan smiled and looked back at the woman who was walking quickly.

Yan Xubai didn't see anything, but he seemed to have seen everything.

This kind of dialogue is almost the same as that written in the script book that his cousin accidentally gave him the wrong words two or three years ago!exactly the same!

Swingers and Miss Red Apricots.

ridiculous.

His face darkened, he shook his sleeves and walked away, not forgetting to say: "Don't bother senior brothers and sisters."

"Mr. Yan—don't go."

"Hmph! Libertine!"