Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

In the evening of midsummer, the sun has already returned to the mountain, and only a little afterglow covers Longsuo Mountain, and the golden ginkgo is all over the mountain, soaked in the mist between the mountains.

In the dense ginkgo forest mixed with twilight and autumn cold, a huge villa stands in it. At the entrance of the villa, there is a golden plaque with black characters saying "Longsuo Yanmen".The location of the villa is excellent, just on the top of Longsuo Mountain, where you can overlook the peaks.

In the villa, there are towers, terraces, waterside pavilions, carved and painted buildings, and about a dozen small courtyards scattered throughout the villa, connected by corridors, winding and winding, with different scenery.

Such a finely crafted villa, if the owner who lives here is not from the Zanying family, then he is also a Taoist noble.

In this villa, there is another small building, the setting sun shines in the courtyard, and there is a tree on the first floor of the courtyard.The building is a two-story painting building, the tree is a century-old ginkgo, and there is a stone table under the tree, covered with yellow ginkgo leaves.

There were two disciples guarding the entrance of the painting building, listless and listless.

"Bangdang-"

There was a sound of broken porcelain.

Yan Xubai had just woken up, and was amazed by the soft golden light of the twilight shining through the window lattice in front of him.There are still some tree shadows on the window screen, floating slightly with the wind.

Not daring to imagine that he could see suddenly, Yan Xubai raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

It's not gone, it's still visible.

Yan Xubai looked at the scene in the room again, the layout was obviously not Du Lujian, he saw the pattern on the curtain at the end of the bed.

Dragon Pan Tai Chi.

"It turns out that my grandfather has brought me back." Yan Xubai lowered his head, and saw that his clothes were intact, and he was also wearing Yanmen's clothes.

There was still tea in the cups on the bedside table, as if someone had come to visit him.

Yan Xubai got up and wanted to get the cup, he circled his fingers in a circle, touched the porcelain cup, and raised his hand slightly.But the cup slipped out of his hand, fell back to the table, rolled twice, and fell to the ground.

This sound actually woke up the two dozing guard disciples outside.

"It came from the building? Go in and have a look?" A disciple gestured to open the door.

Another person hurriedly stopped him, "No! Let's go to the Second Young Master. The Second Young Master said that if there is any noise inside, we should notify him as soon as possible."

The two disciples who heard the voice immediately woke up, and after discussing it, they trotted out of Xiaozhu.

After listening to the conversation between the two people outside, Yan Xubai thought: "Minghuai is still so young, what's the use of going to him, I'd better go to my grandfather."

With the experience of breaking the porcelain cup just now, he also knew that he must have lost too much blood and his limbs were weak, so he had to be careful.

If the spiritual root is not broken, he can still rely on spiritual energy to maintain his strength, but now he is like a seriously injured layman.

Yan Xubai recalled the situation when he was injured in the dojo before. Although he could not see with his eyes at that time, the scene could clearly emerge in his mind.

Fu Guilan, Du Lujian, Ye Hehuan Xiang, and a spring rain and his own catastrophe.

He got up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the pile of broken porcelain at his feet, slowly stood up, looking for shoes and socks to wear.

I looked around the bed and found nothing.

Yan Xubai was a little dissatisfied, and muttered a few words: "I know I have to recuperate, but why don't I keep my shoes and socks? Are you really going to stay in bed?"

Well, it's okay without shoes and socks.

Dragging his limp body, Yan Xubai pushed open the door.

No one was seen, only golden fallen leaves all over the ground, and the afterglow of Qingqing.

Looking at the scenery in the courtyard, Yan Xubai supported the door frame and lowered his shoulders.Taking a deep breath, stepped over the threshold and walked slowly towards the courtyard.

Standing in front of the stone table, Yan Xubai supported the stone table with one hand, leaned slightly on his body, closed his eyes, let the cold air rush into his nostrils, and smelled the fragrance of ginkgo trees.

Sure enough, it was Longsuo Mountain, full of aura, even better than Dingling.

Yan Xubai was immersed in the atmosphere surrounded by spiritual energy, and unconsciously wanted to stimulate the sea of ​​energy and breathe out.

In the next moment, he immediately stopped the thought.

If the spiritual root is damaged, can the spiritual energy still function?And he didn't want to relive the pain when the aura flowed and damaged the spiritual roots.

The aura has already started to function habitually.

"This injury..." Yan Xubai covered his abdomen with one hand, but he didn't feel the pain he expected, not even a bandage.

"Brother..."

Before he had time to think about the wound, a shout came from behind him.

Yan Xubai just wanted to look back, but he felt a shock, and he was about to lose his footing. Immediately afterwards, an external force came from his arm, pulling him.

"Brother... I finally waited until you woke up." There was excitement in the voice, but also some anxiety.

Yan Xubai looked down and saw the hand grabbing him, which was slender and well-articulated.He raised his head slowly, and saw a young man, dressed in moon gray, with gentle and handsome features, clear eyes, and some tears in his light brown pupils, but his face was full of joy that could not be suppressed.

"Brother, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Brother, is your injury healed? I will find someone to check your pulse every month. They always say that you have recovered, but I still don't believe it."

"Now that my brother is safe and sound, I think my grandfather will be happy too."

"If we go into the house and put on our clothes, brother, you are only wearing underwear, and you are not in good health, you may catch a cold..."

The man looked at Yan Xubai's thin figure and his bare feet without shoes and socks, his face was full of worry, and he immediately pulled him to the small building.

Yan Xubai was a little dazed, the man in front of him was indeed 14% similar in appearance to his cousin, but Minghuai should only be [-] years old.When he was not yet blind, Ming Huai was even smaller.Since he was a child, he was not tall, so he was very different from the man in front of him.

The person in front of him was about 20 years old, handsome and elegant, with soft eyebrows, and it was impossible to imagine that it was that little monkey.In the past, my cousin rarely went to Dingling to see him, and he also pestered him to let him go up the mountain and down the river together.

Yan Xubai couldn't help tilting his head, looked carefully, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "You are...Minghuai?" If it weren't for the similarities in facial features, he wouldn't have said this.

When Yan Minghuai saw his brother in a daze earlier, he thought he couldn't remember himself, but this sound made Yan Minghuai feel much more at ease.Excited for a while, just like when I was a child, I hugged Yan Xubai and said softly, "Yes..Yes..I am Minghuai..."

"Brother, you're finally awake..." Yan Minghuai let go of his grasping hand, couldn't speak clearly, and then tightly grasped the folding fan in his hand, his joints were white and trembling slightly, very nervous Excited, "Brother...Brother...I have a lot to say to you..."

Yan Xubai is still a little confused now, why Minghuai has become like this, but he is still doing well, it is too strange.He gently pushed Yan Minghuai away with one hand, and said lightly, "I'll go see my grandfather first, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, a familiar call came from the Moon Gate Cave on the west side of the courtyard, a voice as clear as a warm spring breeze.

"Young Master Yan..."

Yan Xubai was startled, and looked in the direction of the voice.

A man walked slowly into the courtyard from the Moon Gate Cave, and he was immediately attracted by the man's peach blossom eyes, the tails of the eyes were raised, and the eyes were full of light. At this moment, they were full of smiles. They looked like April peach blossoms, really gentle.

He was wearing a bright yellow gown with star cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. There was no standard, just ordinary clothes.

Yan Xubai looked at the person not far away.

this person.

Yan Xubai had never seen him before he was blind, but he already knew who he was in his heart.

The person in front of him coincides with the Mr. he imagined in his mind.

He must be Fu Guilan.

"It's Mr. Fu from the dojo. He came to Yanmen as a guest today, and he's leaving soon." Yan Minghuai, who was standing beside him, glanced back and explained.

The man had already walked in front of Yan Xubai, with the same expression in his eyes as before.

"Mr. Yan is out of customs." Fu Guilan stepped forward a few steps, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he greeted softly.

"That's right, my brother has been in seclusion for many years, and he finally came out. Mr. Fu just happened to meet him." Yan Minghuai remembered that he couldn't tell outsiders about his brother's coma, so he quickly answered the conversation with a smile on his face.

The previous news to the outside world was: Yan Xubai has been retreating since returning from training in the dojo.

Yan Xubai ignored Yan Minghuai and just turned his back.

Seeing his brother's behavior, Yan Minghuai murmured in his heart, and he hurriedly smoothed things over: "Brother and Mr. Fu haven't seen each other for almost nine years, why don't we go to the flower hall for a drink. Mr. Fu, brother, what do you think?" ?”

nine years?

Why is it nine years?

Yan Xubai was stunned, wondering if he heard it wrong, or Yan Minghuai made a mistake.There was no movement for a while, and Yan Minghuai whispered in his ear again: "Brother", he glanced at Yan Minghuai, looked at Fu Guilan squarely, and said slowly: "Since I haven't seen you for a long time, please trouble Mr. Come to Long Suo Yanmen again."

"Brother...what do you mean?" Yan Minghuai put away the folding fan in his hand, and hurried to help his brother.

Fu Guilan didn't intend to leave Longsuo Mountain so soon, after all, his affairs were not finished yet.After restraining his thoughts for a while, he continued, "I don't know how Mr. Yan has been these years."

these years.

Yan Xubai snorted coldly, and said sharply: "These years, Mr. Lai should have lived a very good life."

Fu Guilan licked his lips, and never thought in his heart that the situation of meeting today was such a rivalry.He could still recall Yan Xubai's wounded appearance in Dulujian that day.

Now, it's better not to argue.

Fu Guilan cupped his hands, and said lightly and jokingly: "Since Mr. Yan doesn't welcome me, then I don't have the cheek to stay here."

After hearing these words, Yan Xubai was still unmoved, he didn't even bother to say something about seeing off the guests.

"I just don't know, is Mr. Yan's spiritual root restored?" Fu Guilan was about to turn around and leave, but continued to ask as if remembering something.

This sentence was like a poisonous needle, it pierced Yan Xubai's lifeblood all at once.

Before Yan Minghuai could react, he was pushed away by Yan Xubai, then staggered and sat down on the ground.And in Yan Xubai's hand, at some point, he was already holding a folding fan full of spiritual energy, which was in Yan Minghuai's hand just now.

With a sound of "Wow--", Yan Xubai unfolded the folding fan, holding one side of the fan in his hand.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Yan Minghuai hurriedly stood up with a panicked look on his face.

With a wave of Yan Xubai's right hand, the folding fan in his palm was quickly thrown out, flying in the air to the moon cave gate on the west side.

Although this folding fan is a magic weapon, but when Yan Xubai used it without using any spiritual energy, it is naturally not very powerful.However, the ginkgo trees near the Moon Gate Cave still lost a lot of leaves, which fluttered down.

Yan Xubai looked straight at the person not far away.

He was not injured, but his shirt was torn a few times.

"Mr. Lao, don't worry!"

Fu Guilan was not frightened at all, she still had a smile on her face, "It seems that Mr. Yan is recovering very well, so I can feel relieved."

"You!" Yan Xubai's anger suddenly flared up again, and Ying Luo on his chest actually lit up again.

At some point, Yan Xubai's hand holding the fan was already full of spiritual energy, and it was full of blue.

"Brother, you...don't do anything." Yan Minghuai hurried forward to hold him back, and then asked Fu Guilan, "Mr. Fu, didn't you say that you and your brother have always been friends..."

"Shut up!" Yan Xubai immediately interrupted, "Sir, you should leave Yanmen as soon as possible, do you think you can still be the same as you were in the dojo? Do whatever you want?"

"Okay, okay. I won't say anything, just leave now." Fu Guilan smiled again and bowed to Yan Xubai, then said to Yan Minghuai: "Second Young Master, I'll go to Yixian Pavilion first."

Yan Minghuai nodded, and watched Fu Guilan walk towards the Moon Gate Cave, but before he could go out, he was bumped into his arms by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.The young man looked immature, and he still had the cuteness of a child.

He was panting for breath when he saw that the person he bumped into was Fu Guilan, so he quickly took a step back to straighten his clothes, and then pretended to be mature and prudent, and said, "Master, that disciple has changed, and he is coming this way now. Elder Duanying's prohibition can't be bound."

"Ah?!" Hearing this, Yan Minghuai yelled, startling the people around him, "It's over, it's over, it's over now. His suzerain is definitely going to trouble me again, why did I agree then? Ji Beiyuan came to Yanmen."