Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"It has been seven years since Gu Yun passed away."

Han Feizhou was still very moved. Looking at the successor of the Yan family in front of him, what appeared in his mind was the scene when he and Yan Guyun fought back against the enemy together.

Many years ago, he was also a young disciple of Luozhao Mountain. He was born and raised here, and he also met Yan Guyun here.When the Daishan spirit ghost broke out, Yan Guyun came to Luozhao Mountain as the suzerain of Yanmen to discuss the method of getting rid of the spirit ghost with other clan sects. Han Feizhou was also the elder of Luozhaoshan. The catastrophe is over.

Up to now, Yan Guyun has already traveled to the immortals, and the Yan family also has a successor.

After decades of hard work, Han Feizhou finally found a suitable successor.He even had an argument with Huan and Yan Guyun for this person, and they still haven't reconciled until his death.

But these are all for their own benefit.

Seeing Han Feizhou lost in memory, Yan Xubai said softly, "It was also because of me that my grandfather was there."

Hearing this, Han Feizhou smiled unconsciously, and said: "He came to me, told me about someone, and asked me to explain to him. Either hand it over, or hang him."

strangle.

A flash of surprise flashed across Yan Xu's pale face. It turned out that his grandfather made such a decision back then.

"However, I don't know who Yan Guyun suspects?" Han Feizhou looked at the people in the banquet hall, and they were all peaceful.

So, does everyone know?

Yan Xubai thought of what he did at that time, in the eyes of his grandfather, it must have been childish.

"He is the successor of the dojo. I have decided on this and naturally I will not change it. Just like if something happened to you, the whole Yan family will ignore you?"

After saying that, Han Feizhou took a closer look at Yan Xubai again, he was really similar to his grandfather when he was young.However, compared to Yan Guyun, he was a little less aggressive and a lot more cold.

Yan Xubai has been silent since just now, it's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's true that it's not very good to say anything at this time.Moreover, Han Feizhou's words were not as warm as they were nine years ago.

Yan Xubai understood one thing from the beginning to the end, if the core interests are touched, no one will be kind.

With Han Feizhou's calm and prestige face, and his aggressive demeanor, no one would dare to act presumptuously in front of him.Even such words of comfort are intended by the speaker, and so should the listener.

Yan Xubai suddenly felt that he was indeed too young.

The wine cup in his hand was tightly squeezed, Yan Xubai felt threatened for the first time, it was a threat from those in power and superiors.

"I will take charge of the Yan family well, and ignore other rumors." He replied, took a few steps back, and saluted again.

Hearing this, although Han Feizhou's expression did not change, Yan Xubai felt that the oppression around him became lighter.

When toasting before, Han Feizhou just kept holding the wine cup in his hand.But now, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.The light in his eyes was much softer, "He was still grounded when you left the mountain. Gui Lan blamed herself, and asked herself to quit in March afterward."

The dojo will let the disciples who make mistakes go to the reprimand hall to receive the punishment. Generally, the disciples who make mistakes are punished by kneeling in front of the wall in the reprimand hall, and they have to be whipped with a ruler if they make serious mistakes.These punishments are definitely not light for people in the Taoist sect, but they are not heavy punishments, because only the body is injured, and it can be recovered after a few days of breathing adjustment and cultivation.But if you make a serious mistake, you will be punished by abuse.

The most important thing in a monk's cultivation is spiritual consciousness besides the golden core spirit root. Spiritual consciousness is the basis of cultivation, and it is also in charge of the five senses.As for the punishment of abuse, the punishment is the spiritual consciousness.Trapped in the repelling hall magic circle, the spiritual consciousness suffered from Ling Chi's whipping. This pain was more than ten times that of a ruler's whipping.

The punishment of the March abuse is still really heavy.

Yan Xubai didn't dare to take the meaning of Han Feizhou's words casually. Was it because he felt sorry for Fu Guilan that he told Yan Xubai what he was punished back then?

To make Yan Xubai feel guilty or blame himself?

Or was it just talking casually, or was it implying to Yan Xubai that it wasn't Fu Guilan who hurt people at that time?

No way of knowing.

Yan Xubai just stood there and didn't answer.

"The last time I went to Yanmen to send you a post, he was in a good mood when he came back." Han Feizhou looked around and continued: "But he has a lot of things to do, and today's banquet should be too late."

After finishing speaking, Han Feizhou laughed twice.

"Sir, I met you in Mingtang today."

"I've seen it, that's good." After a pause, Han Feizhou seemed a little tired. Although he didn't finish his sentence, he couldn't say too much.

"Go and play with them too. Your younger brother has been doing well in recent years. He behaves properly. In this regard, you can learn more from him."

Yan Xubai nodded, watching Han Feizhou walk back to his seat.

The conversation just now was in a corner, and few people around could hear it.After Han Feizhou left, Yan Xubai found a more remote corner.Thinking about just now, if he is a little careless, he will become the enemy of the dojo...

Yan Xubai couldn't help rubbing the sweat from his hands on the side of his clothes.

Sure enough, it was different.

There is no longer any protection from his grandfather, and he thought about dedicating himself to the Yan family, but it is not time to take his life.How to deal with the Xuanmen and prosper the Yanmen without being suppressed is the most difficult thing.

Yan Xubai was annoyed by the thought, picked up the wine cup on the table and drank two glasses.The alcohol capacity is not good, although the turbid wine is not strong, it still makes him a little dizzy.

It was too early to go back to the room to rest, and wanted to chat with Ming Huai, but he didn't seem to have had enough with Qing Chenye.

In the banquet hall, pushing a cup to change a cup, the continuation bar seems out of place here.He simply slipped out from the side, and no one noticed anyway.

After leaving Yiyuan, Yan Xubai got lost.

The mountain roads all look the same, and the trees planted are not only acacia, but also maple trees, which are similar no matter how they look.After walking around for a long time, Yan Xubai finally saw a different scene.

"Anyway, I have stayed here for a year, why is it completely different from what I thought."

Yan Xubai muttered, but still walked in the direction of the sound of the waterfall.Beside the pond with apricot and willow trees, there is only a ten-foot-wide gravel road. When you listen carefully, it seems that a waterfall is not far away.

Walking along the stone road for a while, Yan Xubai was a little dazed, why is there a mountain road in front of him again, this mountain road still towers into the clouds, there are huge waterfalls on both sides of the mountain road, the water flow of the waterfall converges into the ponds on both sides of the path.

A little unhappy, and muttered a few more words.

"I want to see what's up there?"

Yan Xubai should have been walking around in the dojo for almost an hour, originally he was just drinking, but now the wine is not finished, but walking is tiring.The wind from the mountain stream, as well as the fragrance of flowers in the wind, became unpleasant.

Climbing up the mountain road, it didn't take long to reach the top of the mountain, and a small courtyard that was a little old appeared upright.

Originally, he was just standing at the gate of the courtyard, not planning to go in.But the fragrance of flowers coming out of the wall made Yan Xubai's heart tremble.

Acacia in full bloom, fragrant.

I was blind and never saw before, but how many times I have pictured this courtyard in my mind.Standing at the door now, it really doesn't match up with the memory.

But reason tells Yan Xubai that this is Dulujian.

Actually it is a long time in the future, but in Yan Xubai's memory, nine years are missing.It's just been away for a month.

Unconsciously, he pushed the door open and walked in.

No barriers are set.

Wouldn't there be in the past?

The acacia tree in the courtyard grows even taller, and it is now in flowering season, with bright red flocculent flowers covering the entire canopy, exuding a sweet fragrance.The four rooms under the tree are still the same, and the small stone table in the atrium is still there, and there are still only three stone piers.

The room in the middle belongs to Fu Guilan, if nothing unexpected happened, he would still live in this room.

Yan Xubai saw a plump brown-patterned orange cat sleeping soundly on the stone table, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This should just be Xuxu."

Yan Xu's baijiu also woke up a lot, and he squatted down to tease the cat.However, Xu Xu looked like no one should touch her at all. Just as she was about to touch her, the guy walked away, squinting her eyes, lazily.At the end, he looked back at Yan Xubai.

I didn't expect even a cat to be... so temperamental?

Turning around in the yard a few times, he walked to the door of his room, hesitated for a while, and reached out to push it.

Immediately pushed back by an invisible force.

"Dulujian doesn't have a barrier, but there is one here?" Yan Xubai said to himself, and he broke the barrier on the door with a trick, and walked into the room.

The furnishings of this house have not changed at all from nine years ago.Apricot-yellow draperies hung from the roof, and the smell of acacia and sandalwood furniture mingled in the room.Facing the window is a brown and yellow carved sandalwood table, on which a small pile of storybooks lies quietly.Next to the short table stood a treasure chest, Yan Xubai approached only to find that there was no trace of dust on it.

Opposite the short couple is the bed, and the quilts on it are still well spread, as if there are still people coming to sleep.There is a sword hanging on the wall at the head of the bed, the whole body is snow-white, the streamer is floating, and the scabbard and hilt are carved with patterns.

Yan Xubai took down the sword, closed his eyes and rubbed the sword carefully with his hands.It was a very familiar touch, he said to himself: "Do you remember me?"

As he said that, he pulled out the sword again, and drew spiritual energy from the sea of ​​qi to transfer it to the sword. After a while, the sword made a small resonant sound.

"Worriless." Yan Xu showed a happy expression on his face, and swung his hand twice more, a sword qi slid out of the sword body, and escaped to the door.

The blade is sharp, the blade is smooth, and the scabbard is full of aura.

At first glance, it is often maintained and wiped.

Wuyou is still here, still in a sealed place.Fu Guilan, let's see how you treat your apprentice. I would rather let Qi Lian use that kind of sword than let it sit idle here.

"Who! Put down the sword!" There was a shout from the door, accompanied by the sound of drawing the sword.

Yan Xubai turned around, the fluorescent light on the sword illuminated his face, and he also saw clearly the figure standing at the door, a teenager.

Seeing that it was Yan Xubai, the young man put away his weapon, turned to bow and said, "Young Master Yan, that is my senior brother's sword, master forbids others to touch it."

"Your brother's sword?"

Yan Xubai didn't intend to put down the sword, but just squinted at him.After asking, he unconsciously wanted to laugh, what kind of brother, it was just a joke.

But the young man didn't know what Yan Xubai was thinking, he nodded lightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Yan is leaving here soon, the master won't let anyone enter this room." After speaking, he walked into the room again After two steps, his eyes never moved away from the long sword.