Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

Yan Xubai's spiritual consciousness was restrained by the aura emanating from the dragon-patterned necklace, and it felt really bad, as if piercing his heart with a bee needle.

This kind of feeling is too familiar, and any movement of the heart will cause the seal of the dragon pattern Yingluo.When I first entered the dojo to recover from illness, I didn't know what was going on. Whenever this happened, I followed my grandfather's advice and forcibly suppressed my thoughts.Later, after Fu Guilan explained several times to let him concentrate and calm down, the number of times he was restrained by the dragon-patterned necklace was also reduced.

But after waking up for such a long time, even though it still happened sometimes during the operation, he didn't take it to heart.Just start to calm down like before.

Slightly calming down, Yan Xubai began to feed him the medicine, putting it into his mouth spoon by spoon.But the patient was lethargic and had trouble swallowing, a lot of dark red juice ran down the corners of his mouth, slid across his cheeks, and disappeared into the skirt of his clothes.

so fragile.

Yan Xubai thought about what he said in Queyue City that day, "Come to Yanmen, at least you can be safe." He couldn't help sighing, thinking it was really funny.

Did he leave the dojo and come to Yanmen to find me?In Zhe Zhe today, he also seemed unwilling to let me intervene.

If you don't let me intervene, I will intervene.

"Sir, people in the world don't treat you courteously, and he respects you back. Most people repay kindness with complaints." Yan Xubai murmured, "I may also be crazy."

Yan Xubai saw that his clothes were heavily stained with the potion, so he put down the bowl and spoon, and reached out to wipe it off.Touching the soft skin, Yan Xubai couldn't help but linger on it with his fingers, "Even the neck is exposed like this, if someone else was around, I'm afraid a sword would have gone up."

"Sect Master Yan..." Fu Guilan called softly, "Give me the medicine."

This sound called Yan Xubai back, the medicine was called back, and his thoughts were also called back.

"Give you."

After handing over the medicine, Yan Xubai found a round stool and moved it to the side of the bed to sit down.

"Do you have something to say to me, sir?"

"No..."

"Would you like to explain to me, sir?"

"These things haven't been clarified yet, so you can't speak nonsense."

Fu Guilan looked at Yan Xubai with a smile, his eyes were full of sincerity, and he didn't even realize that the person in front of him was already furious and trying to suppress him.

Yan Xubai took a deep breath, put one hand on the back of the other, and said, "Then I have something to ask sir."

Fu Guilan looked at him with a smile and said, "Can I not call you Sect Master Yan?"

Yan Xubai did not expect such an answer, and this question is too unreasonable.

"What do you want to be called?"

"I remember Elder Duanying called you Ayu? Isn't that right? Then can I also call you that?"

"No, she is my aunt and also the elder of Yan Clan."

Hearing this, Fu Guilan closed her eyes slightly, looking weak, "Then I'm also an elder, why can't I shout."

Yan Xubai didn't even bother with such a glib tone, his mind was still on the matter of his inexplicable dispute with the ashram earlier.

Seeing that there was no response, Fu Guilan continued: "If you don't speak, you agree."

"You don't look like a gentleman at all, when will I be with you..." Yan Xubai quickly retorted, but before he finished the last half of the sentence, he saw Fu Guilan looking at him with a sincere smile on his face. He said deceitfully: "Thank you, Ah Yu, for saving me today, but I have other ideas about what I did today."

This sentence immediately made Yan Xubai forget what he was refuting just now, instead, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "What do you think?"

Fu Guilan frowned, and drank the medicine juice in his hand. He placed the medicine bowl on the table beside the bed, leaned on the soft pillow behind him, and closed his eyes slightly, "I told you in Keyue City earlier that we still need a dojo for the time being." Help, but not now."

Yan Xubai was very puzzled, and continued to ask: "Why?"

Fu Guilan said: "I can't tell you about this matter."

It’s this kind of thing again, if you can’t say it now, when can you say it in the future?

Yan Xubai had listened to these words too much in the past few days, what he saw and what he thought made him tired of Fu Guilan's words and deeds.

"Then sir, just stay alone. Yan Yu resigns."

Without further ado, he got up and left.

A tugging sensation came from his arm, Yan Xubai had already turned around and took a step or two towards the door, but he was dragged back and fell into an embrace, the breath in this embrace was gentle and bitter.He also felt a pair of hands caressing the back of his head, gently stroking the hair, as if comforting an angry animal.

Yan Xubai's heart was full of annoyance, and he realized that Fu Guilan was holding him in his arms. He wanted to say a few more words, but when he spoke, he sighed again.Thinking of Baibai worrying so much, he took Fu Guilan away in front of everyone in Xuanmen, protected him, found medicine for him, and even wanted to use Yanmen to protect him together.

What about Fu Guilan?

After waking up, he still didn't say anything, with the same attitude.

He has already started to believe in Fu Guilan, but shouldn't this kind of belief be mutual?

Inexplicably, Yan Xubai felt a dull pain in his heart, soreness in his eyes, the water vapor gradually thickened, and even overflowed his eye sockets, wet the shoulders of the thin coat in front of him.

"Ayu, don't leave yet." Fu Guilan's tone was weak, as if he was pleading, "It's not that I don't believe you, that's why I didn't tell you."

"What is that?" Yan Xubai endured his grievances and tried his best to calm down his tone, but tears continued to flow out.

Getting up suddenly just now made Fu Guilan a little exhausted, leaning against the edge of the bed, grabbing Yan Xubai's shoulders with both hands and pushing him towards her eyes, her eyes swept across the face, lips, and eyes of the person in front of her.

His face was still the same as it was ten years ago.It has not changed for a long time, it looks small, and it looks like a teenager.

The corners of the mouth drooped slightly, looking like a doormat.

Eyes, red eye sockets, light-colored pupils imprinted with candlelight behind, sparkling.

This is... crying?

Seeing the watery eye sockets, Fu Guilan realized how serious her words were.He has taught students in the dojo for many years, and no one has ever cried in front of him. Even if he punished him in class, those disciples would only go back to the disciples' residence to complain quietly.

Fu Guilan has never encountered this situation at this time and this place.I have seen him holding a long sword in anger, smiling face, and seriously injured, but he has never seen him crying and wronged.

Fu Guilan hurriedly wiped away the tears from Yan Xubai's eyes with her fingers, and hurriedly said: "Ayu, don't cry. It's my fault, I'll tell you, I'll tell you all."

The person who was still crying just now quickly blinked his eyes, trying to fan away the moisture in his eyes, "Say it." In fact, Yan Xubai didn't understand why he was crying, and his heart still hurts so much.But seeing Fu Guilan at a loss, he wanted to laugh again.

Seeing people better, Fu Guilan was not vague this time, and said concisely: "But there is a problem with the painting god in Yuecheng."

"I know there is a problem." Yan Xubai said.

"Hey, I haven't finished yet." Fu Guilan smiled, and pulled Yan Xubai to sit down, and the two sat side by side, "I thought about it after going back to Yuecheng that night, and found it a bit strange."

"At that time, the painting god didn't feel that he was going to attack Qingxu. If he wanted to kill him, he should attack the heart vein, or the head where the spiritual consciousness converges, and the last is the abdomen where the spiritual root grows. But the painting god, the second time The second air blade hit Qing Xu's arm. When you come this way, before Qing Xu leaves, the painting god's air blade will attack the west side of the banquet hall."

Yan Xubai was engrossed in listening, he was being held by the hand all the time, but he didn't notice: "Are you sure? I was indeed on the west side of the banquet at that time, so far away, that red dragon can really see me?"

Fu Guilan said: "I don't know whether he can see it or not. But I know that the painting god can seek breath to attack. Although the three are blood painting gods, they are the same as those I summoned in Linru Town back then. There is no way to shoot them." Er, I can only look for breath. As for breath..." He paused for a while, looking at Yan Xubai.

"Mine?" Yan Xubai asked in disbelief, and seeing Fu Guilan nod his head, he began to recall what it was, "Could it be... that red jade bracelet?"

Fu Guilan still didn't speak, still looked at Yan Xubai, looked at him and continued: "It was given to me after I picked it out a few months ago, and said that red jade is the best for women to nourish and protect the body. He also said bracelets It would be even better if there is a restriction on it, in addition to protecting the body, it can also ward off evil spirits."

Fu Guilan took the words: "There is your aura on the bracelet. Those three painting gods have a limited range of breathing, and you are still far away. How should I put it, the person who released these three is just as skilled as I was back then. The method is not good. The unmarked painting god is always a bit stupid to rely on seeking breath. Therefore, I only found Qingxu. Pei Junchen was accidentally injured like this back then. I never thought about it, and I still do it now."

Yan Xubai was puzzled: "Speaking of Pei Junchen, could it be that he was also accidentally injured? It is said that it was to save Pei Zhaoming, that's why he was hit by the red dragon."

"On Pei Junchen's side, I can only say that he was indeed injured to save his younger brother. The blow of Xuehuashen was right on Pei Zhaoming's forehead. If he was hit, he would have been killed on the spot."

After saying this, the two of them remembered what happened that day, Fu Guilan didn't want to talk anymore, she shook her head and said: "It's getting late, Ah Yu might as well rest earlier."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Xubai, who was listening carefully, turned cold again, pursed his mouth, withdrew his right hand that had been held by Fu Guilan and said, "You didn't finish."

Seeing that Yan Xubai looked wronged again, Fu Guilan quickly sat up, stroked his back lightly, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I will tell you whatever I want to hear."

"Why do you want to leave the dojo suddenly? Earlier you said that you still need the care of the dojo." Yan Xubai looked directly at Fu Guilan, not wanting him to escape at all, but his hands were still twisting his wide sleeves, and his palms were even sweating.

Fu Guilan was uncomfortable being stared at by him, and sighed: "Sect Master Han didn't let me leave the mountain. On the one hand, he was worried about my health. On the other hand, he was actually afraid that I would think too much, and felt that Taoism was prejudiced against me."

"Then why don't you stay in the dojo and wait for the matter to pass." Yan Xubai asked carefully, for fear of hurting someone with his words, "Also, how did you leave Queyue City that day? I don't think Pei Yansi was that kind. will let you go."

Fu Guilan grabbed Yan Xubai's hand under the sleeve again, and said with a smile: "Ayu asked so many questions at once, I can't answer them."

"Then why don't you stay in the dojo first?"

"Okay... Remember what I told you earlier, asking you to give me some time?"

"remember."

"Now the time is almost up, it's time to lure people out."

Although it was such a simple and unspoken word, Yan Xubai understood it all at once.He stammered, and his face did not look like he was pressing the question just now, but he was filled with guilt, "I'm sorry, I... Did I mess you up?"

Fu Guilan opened his eyes wide, nodded and said: "Hey, I may have to trouble Ah Yu later, and play another play with me."

Yan Xubai was like a child who did something wrong, waiting to be punished by the teacher, but instead of a ruler, what was waiting was a candy, and he agreed without thinking, "Okay."

Fu Guilan also had a smile on her face, "Then I'll continue."

Yan Xubai nodded, and sat upright.

"In Lin'an Xiantao Banquet, remember?" Fu Guilan asked, with a more serious expression on his face, "It's my old sect. After falling into nothingness, the Taoist schools set up restrictions there. But about me I still want to find out about my father's matter."

"As you know, I started to practice my father's exercises many years ago. I used blood to nourish my soul, and I also practiced blood to draw gods. According to what people in the Taoist school said, practicing this evil cultivation technique will definitely be backlashed. Then Why am I here so well."

"That's why I plan to go to the Xiantao Banquet this time to investigate the restriction. If Sect Master Han knows about this, he will definitely not let me go, and maybe even stop me. Knowing that Sect Master Han is doing it for my own good, but This is what I must do. Instead of letting him know that I am going to act like this, it is better to go back to the mountain and apologize afterwards."

Yan Xubai said: "So you take advantage of leaving the mountain this time to make the noise bigger and let the person you are looking for know that you have no one to protect you?"

"It's really easy to understand. But now everyone in Xuanmen knows that there is no Luozhao Mountain, and you, the evil heretic, are protecting me." Fu Guilan smiled helplessly, "I don't want to involve you, in a dangerous situation .”

"What if I don't care?" Yan Xubai whispered, lowering his eyes.

Fu Guilan shook her head, and sighed again, "You don't care, I care. I want you to be well, be in Yanmen well, and do what you want to do well."

After speaking, there was a silence in the air.

Yan Xubai still lowered his eyes, and at some point, Fu Guilan took his hand again, stroking his palm gently with his fingers.

Yan Xubai had never felt this kind of feeling before. Compared to nine years ago, the water in the lake was stirred more violently.

"Come up, let me see you."

Warm palms wrapped around his waist.