Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"Young master, you are back! Young master Yan seems to be much better! Young master, are you going to be a husband!" Di Tiansui bounced to Fu Guilan's place, and pulled Fu Guilan's sleeve.

Fu Guilan glanced at Di Tiansui with a slight smile, then looked up at Yan Xubai, shook his head and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Young master is still very good, others will change their name to Mr. in the future!" Di Tiansui said proudly, raising his head, "I wonder if there is anyone in Luozhao Mountain who is younger and more promising than the young master."

Fu Guilan looked at the frail young man opposite, with loose clothes draped over his body, and a sick look on his face, against the setting sun in Lujian, he looked even more fragile.

"Isn't there someone behind you?"

Di Tiansui seemed to think of something, and clapped his hands: "Mr. Yan! Yes, Mr. Yan also became famous when he was young, and he is very handsome."

Yan Xubai himself was a little puzzled: "Are you talking about me?"

Di Tiansui said: "That's right, Mr. Yan, don't you know that the clans who practice talisman and Taoism in the Taoist sect all call you "Jintong Judgment"? It is said that your skills and Taoism are outstanding. "Buxu" The judgment is accurate, just like the judge next to the King of Hades. The fortune and disaster can be seen at a glance, and the judgment is accurate."

Yan Xubai shook his head, with a blank face: "I've never heard of it, I have been practicing in Dingling, and I rarely hear rumors from the outside world."

He has never heard of someone calling him "Jintong Judgment". Every year, many people come to Dingling to look for him to calculate the fortune of the clan, and his grandfather is also present, and those people usually call him "Mr. Yan", to be a little closer The elders only call words.As for other titles, or rumors, I had never heard of them at that time.

"By the way, Mr. Yan. Are you really Jintong?" Di Tiansui remembered something again, and stretched out his hand to pull the ribbon on Yan Xubai's eyes.

Seeing Di Tiansui's actions, Fu Guilan hurried to stop him, blocking Di Tiansui with one hand, "Don't!"

"Snapped--"

This slap was really crisp.

However, Fu Guilan was indeed unintentional.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Di Tiansui pouted, angrily, "My hands are red from your beating."

Yan Xubai was blind and couldn't see what happened, he only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him just now, followed by Di Tiansui's complaint.

Fu Guilan said: "You asked for it yourself. If you don't have anything to do, Shuling will also suffer."

Hearing this tone, Yan Xubai guessed that Ditian must have done something to offend Fu Guilan: "Senior brother..."

Fu Guilan approached Yan Xubai, took the cat in his arms from him, scratched it lightly, and said with a smile: "The Longsuo Yan family is a family of hundreds of years, and generations of children have produced outstanding talents. The grandfather of Mr. Yan He and Han Zongzhu, after the battle of Daishan spirit ghosts, said that "Cangshan bears snow and lonely clouds, and the sky is flying south with bright candles. "

Fu Guilan paused, with a lonely smile on his face, and said: "It's really admirable."

Di Tiansui forgot what happened just now, and immediately followed Fu Guilan's words and said: "I have heard about the Daishan ghost, but at that time I hadn't transformed into a spirit, but it was still a pile of bamboo slips. Sure enough, there is such a thing. Great grandfather, how could Mr. Yan not be great."

Yan Xubai had never been out and about since he was a child, and he seldom heard gossip among the aristocratic families.For him, Yanmen is his final destination, and it is the place where he was taught to dedicate his whole life since he was a child.Yan Xubai never knew how other people viewed him and Yan Clan.Originally, he didn't listen much and didn't think too much, but the most important thing in Yan Xubai's mind now is to recover from his illness as soon as possible and return to Yanmen.

He quietly listened to the conversation of the two people beside his ear.

Di Tiansui continued: "I don't know what happened before, but I still know what happened after I transformed into a spirit. You can see that the young suzerain of Shangyu Chize Water Realm, Qing Shenye is the Taoist known as 'Huang Ye'." Bud Bachelor'."

"Originally, the Shangyu Qing family only relied on the right time and place to cultivate. Since he became the suzerain, in addition to the art of controlling beasts, he has begun to develop the method of refining beasts. His family's magic circle can refine ordinary spirit beasts to the level of immortals. Just like those powerful alchemists, the Qing family also holds a grand gathering of Huang Ya's alchemy every year."

"Speaking of Sect Master Qing, we have to mention his 'good friend' who grew up together." Di Tiansui scratched the back of his head with a sad expression on his face, "Mr. Yan hasn't seen him yet, he is famous Pei Junchen, his father is the Suzerain of Queyue City. Every time he comes to Luozhao Mountain, he makes a lot of trouble."

"Also, Mr. Yan, don't be afraid. When you meet Pei Junchen, don't be scared by him..." Di Tiansui followed as if thinking of something.

Yan Xubai asked suspiciously: "Why are you scared?"

"Yes, yes, Di Tiansui knows a lot." Fu Guilan looked at Di Tiansui who was talking eloquently, without any intention of stopping, and joked to Di Tiansui, "Di Tiansui opened The forum said, but today I have to heal Mr. Yan, why don't you..."

Di Tiansui realized that he had really said a lot, and said, "Master, I... I'll take Xuxu to eat dried fish!" After speaking, he grabbed the cat from Fu Guilan's arms and ran away .Although Di Tiansui is an ancient book spirit, he has only been transformed into a spirit for three or four years, and he still behaves like a child.

Yan Xubai heard the sound of Di Tiansui's footsteps, and ran away, thinking: "Did you just take the cat away?" What came out of his mouth was: "That cat is called Xuxu?"

Fu Guilan said: "Yes."

"But why is it called this?" Yan Xubai tilted his head slightly, his face full of curiosity, "'Xuxu' sounds like a girl's name."

Fu Guilan laughed without concealing it, and said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, haha."

Yan Xubai regretted asking such an idiotic question, so he stopped talking now.

"You go into the room first, and I'll take a look at your injuries." Fu Guilan's footsteps went into the room, and Yan Xubai followed slowly.

Yan Xubai sat on the bed with his right hand spread out, and the gauze on it was removed one by one. In the illusion before, Yan Xubai used a ruthless hand in order to break the realm master as soon as possible, and the wound on his right hand was almost boneless. day.

"Why are you disobedient? I told you not to be brave." Fu Guilan saw the new flesh on the wound on his hand. "Out of the 14 people who entered the country together, only you were entered into the spiritual consciousness by the fox spirit, peeped into the memory of the body, and almost confessed where it was."

"But later, brother, you helped me break through."

"Although I can help you shake out the fox spirit, but you have to do it yourself." Fu Guilan looked up at Yan Xubai and sighed, "If you meet again in the future, you must call me."

"Brother, I called you. You didn't come..."

Yan Xubai lowered his head, feeling that his hands were wrapped in gauze again.

"You didn't wait for me." Fu Guilan lightly tapped Yan Xubai's palm, "How is the chest injury?"

Yan Xubai retracted his hands obediently. Although he couldn't see Fu Guilan's expression, he probably didn't look too happy when he said this.

Yan Xubai whispered: "Senior brother..."

"Ok?"

"The chest injury, I can handle it myself."

"obedient."

After finishing speaking, Yan Xubai felt that both hands were going to untie the belt of his shirt, so frightened that he quickly moved back a lot, his left hand was tightly holding the shirt on his chest.

"Fu Guilan!" Yan Xubai felt a burning pain in his sternum when he just woke up, now that he was stimulated by this, the pain became even worse, and he directly wanted to drink away the person in front of him by name and surname.

Yan Xubai's heart was thumping and he couldn't stop picking, and he took a few steps back on the bed, gasping for breath while saying: "Master...Senior brother, don't come here, I said I can handle it myself."

"Okay, okay, I won't go, then you come here." Fu Guilan looked at him with a smile, not knowing what he was planning.

Yan Xubai tightened his clothes again, "I don't want to come here either."

Fu Guilan said: "Young Master Yan, how can I heal your wounds?"

There was another silence.

It took a long time for Yan Xubai to spit out a few words: "I don't want to heal the wound. This is the wound from the seal on the dragon-patterned necklace, and ordinary healing methods won't work either."

Seeing that Yan Xubai was nestled under the quilt and was quite a distance away from him, he didn't say anything, took out the sword given to him yesterday, and put it beside the bed.

"If you don't heal your wounds, you won't heal them. You put this sword away. Don't throw it away." Fu Guilan warned.

"Got it, don't throw it around."

Yan Xubai touched the bedside with his hand, and a cold sword intent came from his fingers.Thinking of the battle with the Landlord in the illusion that day, I still have to thank this sword, otherwise how could it break the illusion with a few blows.

Thinking of this, Yan Xubai picked up the sword and stroked it for a while, feeling that the scabbard's uneven lines seemed to be engraved with patterns.Pulling out the sword body, he heard a sword cry, and the chill was even worse.

"Senior brother." Yan Xubai asked in a low voice, "Is this sword a dojo disciple's sword? It doesn't seem like an ordinary sword."

Fu Guilan smiled, raised his hand and rubbed it on his knee for a while, and said, "This is your sword, and you are now a disciple of the dojo. Let's say it is the sword of a disciple of the dojo."

This answer is really, really great.

Yan Xubai sat up straighter on the bed, did not lie down again, put the sword away on the inside of the bed.

"Does it have a name?"

"I wanted to call it Wangyou." Fu Guilan said softly, and then walked to Yan Xubai's bedside.

"Wangyou." Yan Xubai repeated the name in his mouth, remembering the pattern on the scabbard just now, it should be the flower of night acacia, "Hemerocallis forgets worries, acacia relieves hatred. It's not day lily but acacia, but it's called Wangyou."

Fu Guilan was taken aback for a moment, touched his cuff in embarrassment, and said, "You don't think it's appropriate, either?"

Only then did Yan Xubai realize that although the sword was given to him as a gift, the original owner is still there, so how could he judge it like this.

Immediately changed his words: "Actually, Wangyou is pretty good."

Fu Guilan said: "Not good, not good. I plan to call it worry-free now."

"Why?"

After being silent for a while, Yan Xubai seemed to hear a barely audible sigh, followed by Fu Guilan's serious answer: "Of course, I hope this sword can protect you from worries and fears, and you can do whatever you want."

Being so serious doesn't mean he was joking at all.Yan Xubai's face became hot for a while, he didn't expect Fu Guilanju to have such thoughts, he hurriedly thanked him, but he stammered again: "Thank you...Thank you, senior brother"

After hearing this, Fu Guilan couldn't help laughing, leaned in, and raised her hand to pat the back of Yan Xubai's hand, "I'm your senior brother Fu, not senior brother Xie."

"...Thank you, Senior Brother Fu." Yan Xubai said in a low voice, and sat forward. Suddenly, Fu Guilan was indeed a lot closer, and his ears were almost close to Fu Guilan's face.

Fu Guilan was taken aback by his sudden approach, and thought that Yan Xubai was actually invisible, so naturally he didn't know how close the two of them were, "Hey, don't get so close, didn't you just want to give it to me?" Do you see the wound?"

On the contrary, he teased Yan Xubai calmly, watching the ears of the person in front of him quickly turn crimson with each breath.

This time Yan Xubai didn't retreat, he just pushed it out,

Hearing a muffled groan, Fu Guilan, who was leaning over and sitting on the edge of the bed, had rolled over to the ground.

"Young Master Yan... is that how you thank me?"