Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"How are you doing?" Yan Guyun stood in the courtyard of Mingtang with his hands behind his back, Yan Xubai stood behind him with his head slightly lowered and his hands behind his back, as if he had made a mistake.

There was no answer for a long while.

Yan Xubai knelt on the ground with a "plop", "Yan Yu knows his mistake, please punish my grandfather."

"Tell me." Yan Guyun still didn't look back, his voice was severe.

"Yan Yu shouldn't talk about other people's cultivation methods. Not to mention..."

"What shouldn't be?" Yan Guyun said.

"Shouldn't...shouldn't have selfish thoughts." Yan Xubai replied in a low voice.

"It's good to know." Yan Guyun's face softened slightly, and he turned around to look at the boy kneeling on the ground, with ribbons around his eyes, exactly the same as when he first came here a year ago, but the clothes on his body were Luo Zhao. The bright yellow of the mountain.

"You should know in your heart what you should do and what you should not do."

"Yan Yu will not commit another crime in the future."

When Yan Guyun saw Yan Xubai, it was as if he saw his missing son.

As the grandson got older, he did look more and more like his father.But Yan Guyun was always worried, and hoped that this child would not follow in the same footsteps.

"Get up."

Hearing this, Yan Xubai didn't move immediately, but knelt down before slowly getting up.

"Grandfather, I'll take you to the Yiyuan wing." Yan Xubai respectfully walked up to Yan Guyun's side, raising his hand to help him.

Yan Guyun waved his hand, "I can walk, you don't need to help me if you can't see me. Take care of yourself."

Yan Xubai retracted the hand he just extended, put it by his side, and followed behind Yan Guyun.

"I heard that you are going to suppress evil spirits this time, are you injured?"

Yan Guyun arrived at Luozhao Mountain only this afternoon. When he came, Yan Xubai and his party were already in the teahouse in Linru Town.

Yan Xubai said: "Never."

Yan Guyun glanced at his grandson who was walking beside him. He was covered in dust just now in the hall, and there were still some scars on his face and clothes, so he said he was not injured.

"You control yourself." After finishing speaking, Yan Guyun took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and gave it to Yan Xubai, "You are getting better and better, unlike the strange and fierce situation before. It seems that Fu Guilan is still Heal you with heart."

Yan Xubai took the medicine bottle, opened the lid and smelled it, and a strange fragrance came out, "Grandfather, this is a wound medicine."

"Fu Guilan asked for punishment this time. It's all skin trauma. Although it doesn't affect your cultivation. But I sent you here because I hope he can cure you. Han Feizhou also told me that he has cured your soul-leaving disease. The method seems to have some effect now. It would be best if he can be cured before leaving, and it will save the trouble later."

"If the doctor is not good, you can go back to Yanmen after you have passed the calamity, and it will not affect the luck of Yanmen."

Yan Xubai put away the medicine bottle, pursed his lips and said, "Wait... I'll send it to Mr. Fu when he comes out of the hall."

"En." Yan Guyun didn't continue talking about Fu Guilan, but seeing Yan Xubai's appearance, it seemed that he still had something to say.

Naturally, Yan Guyun didn't have the time to guess the troubles in his grandson's heart. What he was worried about was the future. The results of your test are the same when you were born. Just a few days around your birthday, when you get through it safely, your luck will be reversed, which will be of great benefit to the dragon veins of the Yan Clan."

Therefore, now Yan Xubai's luck is in conflict with the Yanmen of Longsuo Mountain, this is the reason why he was sent to Dingling to practice since he was three years old, everything is for the Yanmen of Longsuo Mountain.

Yan Clan is already in decline, and can only be turned around by Yan Xubai.

"Yan Yu knows, so she will be careful."

Did not say anything else.The two walked all the way, and arrived at Yiyuan in a short while. After entering the courtyard, Yan Xubai struggled all the way whether to speak or not, but at this moment he finally asked.

"Grandfather. I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"Is Mr. Fu's father really an evil cultivator?" Yan Xubai asked in a low voice.

Yan Guyun smiled disdainfully, "Did you just hear what Pei Youshu said? This girl has become more and more tempered. It's completely different from his father, and now there are several children, and she still looks like this."

"grandfather…"

"Fu Guilan's father, I remember his name is Fu Shuli. He used to be a patriarch, but later he was called an evil cultivator by other sects because he changed the essentials of the clan's cultivation." Yan Guyun lightly explained the matter of Fu Shuli. Having said it again, she didn't have the contempt and disgust of Pei Youshu in Mingtang before.

Yan Xubai was curious, is it true that he was called an evil cultivator just by modifying the essentials of cultivation?So is this Xuanmen still going to be updated and iterated?In the hundreds of years of the Yan family alone, the family's internal skills and spells have been revised and modified for countless rounds.

Some were compulsory spells a hundred years ago, but now they may become forbidden spells; some are seemingly ordinary incantations, which are now required by both internal and external disciples.

"Is that so?"

"You and I shouldn't discuss the cultivation method of other clans. It's just a pity that Fu Shuli is such a genius." Yan Guyun sighed and continued, "When talking about evil cultivators, in the final analysis, it only depends on whether you are strong or not."

"Don't talk about the old things in Xiantao Banquet, let's talk about Yanmen. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of Yanmen created the technique of "Buxu" to observe the fate of people and test the luck of the clan. All of them are sorcery, and our Longsuo Yan family is evil. What is the right way? It’s just that the powerful are self-appointed.”

Hearing these words, Yan Xubai never thought that there would be a time when the Yan family was also called "evil ways".

"If Fu Shuli was able to carry forward this sect, why would he be scolded by a sect born as a merchant? Back then, if the spirit ghost of Daishan hadn't been present at the Fairy Peach Banquet, at least half of the sects in the Taoist sect would have been lost today."

Yan Guyun said a lot, and Yan Xubai listened carefully, but in the end he said back to Yanmen: "You have to remember. Only when Yanmen prospers can you have meaning in existence. Do you know? If Yanmen Since then, it has continued to decline, and those who are waiting to see Yanmen's jokes, wait to get rid of Yanmen, and carve up the Yanmen's sect will have a lot of people, and everyone will come to Yanmen to share a cup."

"Minghuai is naturally peaceful, not the one who can influence the Yan family. Only you can keep the Yan family and let the Yan family have room to turn around. Do you know? Yan Xubai is not only yours, but also the Yan family's."

"Yan Yu knows."

Yan Xubai respectfully sent Yan Guyun to the wing room, holding the medicine bottle just now in his hand, he walked towards the hall.

The deeper the dew, it is only March, and the night is even colder.

After tossing all night, it felt like the sky was almost dawn, after Yan Xubai said goodbye to his grandfather, he felt a little depressed.It's not for himself, his grandfather's remarks seem very unreasonable, but for so many years, Yan Xubai has long accepted this arrangement, he was born in the Yan family, and was shaded by the Yan family.It is reasonable to repay Yanmen.

So he never felt that there was anything wrong with the sentence "Yan Xubai was born for the Yan family".It's just that Fu Guilan lost his clan since he was a child, not to mention his blessing, but now he is still being criticized because of the old clan. It's really...

"Has Mr. Fu come out?"

Yan Xubai arrived at the entrance of the hall, the lintel was tall, and there were two disciples guarding the entrance.

"It's Junior Brother Yan. Mr. Fu has already gone back and left for a while." A disciple recognized Yan Xubai.

"Thank you, brother. Did Senior Sister Di Tiansui come to pick you up?"

The guard disciple shook his head: "No, Mr. Fu went back by himself. I don't know what mistake Mr. Fu made, so he was fined three hundred feet by the suzerain."

Yan Xubai hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything.

I didn't pick up anyone, I think I should go back to Lu Jian.Even Di Tiansui didn't know about Fu Guilan.

"Am I more pitiful, or is he more pitiful?" Yan Xubai asked softly, as if he was asking the question, but also seemed to be asking someone else.

After walking along Zhehua Road, and then up the Waterfall Mountain Road, you will arrive at Dulujian in a short while.

Everything in the courtyard is still as usual. In the simple courtyard, there is only one tall acacia tree. There are four houses under the tree, two of which are connected to the residences of him and Fu Guilan.

There is also a stone table in the courtyard surrounded by three stone piers.For more than a year, Yan Xubai's most frequent place was this stone table under the tree.When I am bored in the house, I will come here to concentrate on breathing.

Few people came to Du Lujian, only once a month did other disciples come.Di Tiansui only came here every three to five days to hand in homework to Fu Guilan, and he usually lives in the student residence.

This year, even though he lived and practiced with Fu Guilan, he never paid much attention to him.This time when this happened, Yan Xubai went through the details of how he got along with him in the past.

It seems that he is really approachable, he has never bossed around his later disciples, and he respects and respects his senior brothers and sisters.On weekdays, Sovereign Han would hand over many things to Fu Guilan, and sometimes he would be called away when he was guiding Yan Xubai in his cultivation.But when he came back, when he arrived at Dulujian, he would still knock on Yan Xubai's door first to inquire about the situation.

Yan Xu thought it was annoying before, but when he thought about it now, he felt that Fu Guilan was indeed a serious and responsible person.

It also seems that he is indeed a talented person, and he always has his own opinions on Taoism and alchemy.At a young age, he also became a teacher in the dojo, not only teaching, but also leading his disciples to suppress evil spirits.

The "warm and moist as jade, romantic and subtle, with a certain amount of advance and retreat" that the senior sisters said did not seem to be wrong.

Yan Xubai never cared about others, so why should he sympathize with a "fellow practitioner" just because of one or two words from his grandfather?

Yan Xubai didn't know if he was in the room, so he didn't dare to disturb him rashly.The disciples who reprimanded the hall earlier said that he had already left, so it should be soon.He sat on the stone pier and waited quietly.

Waiting for someone to come back, waiting for the wound medicine to be delivered to Fu Guilan.

My mind is chaotic, and I feel that these are a bit unreal.

Already received the penalty, is it really necessary to be banned for three months?

The small porcelain bottle in his hand was cool, and it seemed to be in the shape of a gourd to the touch.

"Mr. Yan, why are you sitting here?"

Hearing someone calling him, Yan Xubai quickly stood up, clenched the small porcelain bottle even tighter in his hand: "No, I'll rest here for a while, and I'll go back to my room later."

A gust of wind blows, this is the wind of early spring, gentle and gentle.Although it was cold in the middle of the night, the wind was still light.

Yan Xu frowned, and smelled the slight smell of blood in the wind, mixed with the smell of acacia flowers.

"Sir, your injury."

Fu Guilan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud again: "Skin wounds, how can people in the Xuanmen care about these things."

Yan Xubai lowered his head, the porcelain bottle in his hand was already stained with the sweat from his palm, a thin layer.

"Mr. Liao takes care of you on weekdays."

"The suzerain entrusted you to me, and I will do my best." Fu Guilan held a small lamp in his hand, and the light flickered on and off, but there was no intention of being blown out in the wind.

"Sir..." Yan Xubai hadn't thought about what to say, because no matter what he said, he felt it would be rash.

Sensing the discomfort of the person in front of him, Fu Guilan shook his sleeves, handed it to Yan Xubai, and said, "The mountain road is rugged, Mr. Yan, would you like to give me a ride?"

Hearing the sound of the sleeves flapping, Yan Xubai nodded quickly, raised his hand to hold the familiar fabric, and said, "Okay."

Holding a small lamp, Fu Guilan led the young man, and slowly walked out of the courtyard gate.Then walk from the waterfall mountain stream in Dulujian to Zhehua Road.

"Did the sudden incident today affect your mood?"

Yan Xubai followed behind, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand, holding it carefully, when he heard the question, he quickly replied: "No, everything is fine."

"That's fine."

The two walked all the way, but there were very few truths.

After a while, we arrived at Zhehua Road. It was really getting late, the moon was almost setting, and this was the darkest time before dawn.The Zhehua Road is illuminated by the remaining moonlight, dark and dim.

In the middle of early spring, many peach and apricot trees here have flower buds, and the willow trees beside the lotus ponds on both sides of the road have also sprouted buds.

"It's a pity." Fu Guilan looked around and sighed unconsciously, knowing that it would be June when she came out of the rebuke hall again, and there would be such a cute flower bud.

After looking at it and feeling a little bit more, Fu Guilan was about to continue walking, but felt that his sleeves were being pulled behind him.Immediately afterwards, a small porcelain bottle was stuffed into his hand.

But the person in front of him immediately let go of the cloth in his hand and whispered, "Grandpa asked me to give it to you."

Fu Guilan lowered his head and glanced at it. It was a pure white and transparent porcelain bottle with floating aura, and there was Yanmen's dragon plate Tai Chi pattern.He unscrewed the cork on the bottle and sniffed it.

"Old Sect Master Yan doesn't have to be like this. Since I promised to heal you, I won't break my promise." Fu Guilan had a little guess in her heart, and she finished speaking slowly, feeling the wind blowing around her.He walked up to Yan Xubai's side, and said, "Young Master Yan, go back. It's deeper and more exposed, it's not suitable to stay for a long time."