Master Xiao thinks about those years

It's the day, Baishui City.

The streets were bustling with crowds rubbing shoulders.Small vendors of various colors lined up in two rows on the street, some selling steaming buns, some selling butterfly kites, some selling exquisite bracelets, and some selling various gadgets.

In his previous life, Yan Chen lived in the Nine Cold Palace all year round to practice spiritual spells, and he went down the mountain only a few times. He has never seen such a lively market.

At that time, walking on the street with Meng Huan, Yan Chen's eyes were filled with novelty, and he felt that everything had its own sparkle and uniqueness.He was dressed in red, and he had an unusually handsome face. He walked in the crowd and caused passers-by to stare at him frequently.

Yan Chen was focused on the things on the side of the road, but he didn't find anything unusual about him.

"Mo Qing, the curtain is coming to an end. If we go any further, we will soon be out of the city. Why don't we spend the night in Baishui City today and leave the city tomorrow morning." Meng Huan suggested while looking at the sky.

Hearing Meng Huan's voice, Yan Chen looked away and nodded.

"Meng Huan...is this the way down the mountain?"

Yan Chen looked into the distance and spoke suddenly.

Meng Huan laughed at Yan Chen's words: "Isn't the town below the mountain always like this? Isn't it different from what you saw before?"

Yan Chen was speechless when asked, paused for a while, and replied: "No, I just feel very good."

Really, very good, much better than his cold Nine Cold Palace.

This is the real world.

The two walked for a while and entered a mansion shop.

There were also monks in the hall, four or five people sat around a table, dressed in green clothes, who belonged to some unknown sect.

As soon as Yan Chen and Meng Huan entered the store, they attracted people in twos and threes to look at them. There was a tall monk among the green-clothed monks, so he couldn't help but glance at Yan Chen a few more times.

Yan Chen and Meng Huan sat down by the window and ordered a pot of tea.

The store only serves wine, tea and side dishes, not staple food.Yan Chen and Meng Huan both had bigu, so the staple food is not necessary.But Meng Huan thought that Yan Chen was injured, and always felt that he needed to use food to make up for it.

Yan Chen couldn't persuade him, so he could only let Meng Huan go.

As soon as Meng Huan left, Yan Chen was the only one left at the table.

Yan Chen was dressed in red and sat quietly, his eyes still staring at the noisy market outside the window.Pedestrians come and go, and the surroundings are noisy and lively.He rested his chin and watched quietly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

This was one of the few pleasant smiles he had these days.

Yan Chen was engrossed in watching, but he didn't know that his smile had already caught the eyes of the tall monk at the next table.

"Hey, senior brother, the one sitting on the table over there is a beauty."

Seeing that the tall and slender monk was watching intently, a monk in Tsing Yi winked and pushed the tall and slender monk's shoulder.

The tall slender monk smiled covetously: "That's right, I don't know how many times more beautiful than the young lady in the Red Luan Pavilion."

"Eldest brother, why don't you go, as the saying goes, this shop will disappear after you pass this village. You see, he is lonely, but it's a good time..."

"Your boy is clever, okay, senior brother will show you something today! Keep your eyes open!" The tall monk took a sip of wine, then walked towards Yan Chen with a big wine bowl. coming.

"Young master, what are you looking at alone?"

Yan Chen was looking out the window, when suddenly a playful voice came from beside him.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the cloudiness in the tall slender monk's eyes. He felt displeased, so he lowered his eyelids and replied calmly, "Look at it as you please."

"Hey, I think you are quite lonely by yourself, why don't you accompany me to have a glass of wine?" The tall slender monk put the wine glass in front of Yan Chen.

The pungent smell of wine entered his nostrils, Yan Chen frowned: "I don't know how to drink."

"That's okay. As the saying goes, once you're born and you're familiar with, there are some things you haven't done before. If you try, won't you get it?"

The tall slender monk said, waiting for an opportunity to touch Yan Chen's slender catkin with one hand.

"Self-respect."

Yan Chen's eyes froze and he stood up.

"Hey, young master, don't mind so much, we meet by chance, are we friends?"

"roll."

Yan Chen's face was sober and unusual, he moved his fingers, and blue water mist appeared in his palm.

"Oh, my master told you to play with me, you don't know what's good or bad."

The tall slender monk had a gloomy look on his face.

Yan Chen didn't want to argue with him any more, so he made a move directly.The blue water mist turned into hard icicles and pierced the tall monk, but the tall monk didn't back down, and shot out a cluster of darts from his palm, crushing all of Yan Chen's icicles.

Yan Chen went on to attack, and the fellow disciples of the tall slender monk saw that their senior brother was being bullied, and they all gathered around to help the tall slender monk.

Yan Chen's spiritual power was almost sealed, and coupled with the fact that the opponent had a large number of people, he was eventually lost and defeated.

His body... is really unbelievable.

A moment later, Yan Chen was knocked down by the table.

"Heh, weren't you very stubborn just now? Continue to be stubborn?"

The tall slender monk walked to the table, leaned over and pinched Yan Chen's chin, which was as white as snow, his face was full of complacency.

Yan Chen looked at the person in front of him solemnly, his knuckle fingers clenched into fists.

"There's nothing else to do? There's nothing to do, so let me have a good time." The tall slender monk grabbed Yan Chen who was on the ground, and suddenly pulled his arms around his slender waist.

"Get out!" Yan Chen yelled angrily, his handsome face turned red with anger.

The tall and slender monk became more and more fascinated, and looked at Yan Chen in a daze, with a greedy light in his eyes.He couldn't help lowering his head, wanting to touch that bright red.

Anger blazed in Yan Chen's eyes, he shook his hand suddenly, and gave the tall slender monk a slap in the face.

"You——! Slut!" The tall slender monk was enraged, and instantly looked like a hedgehog whose fur had exploded.

"Hahaha... Senior brother, you can't do it..."

"that is……"

The monks in Tsing Yi laughed, and the tall slender monk's face became even more ugly.

"What are you laughing at! Master hasn't really made a move yet!" The tall slender monk roared, as if he was serious, he stared closely at Yan Chen in front of him, and then suddenly made a move, grabbed Yan Chen's wrist, and "bang" With a loud sound, he was buckled against the table.

"Presumptuous!" Yan Chen's face was pale, and veins appeared on his forehead.

"Heh, I'll show you a presumptuous one today!"

The tall slender monk smiled ferociously.

"Presumptuous? Do you want to die?"

A lazy and gloomy voice sounded outside the hall, and a blue flame suddenly flew into the sky.

"Who is it!"

The tall slender monk was startled, managed to extinguish the flame, turned his head hastily, and saw a man in dark clothes slowly walking in from outside the shop.The corner of the man's clothes carried the wind, and his body exuded a cold killing intent.

Yan Chen was slightly startled, the person standing at the door was Fu Nian

Fu Nian raised his eyelids sideways, and the first thing he saw was Yan Chen who was being held at the table.His eyes darkened, and he followed Yan Chen to look at the tall monk pressing down on him, his obsidian-like eyes tempered with blood.

"Who told you to touch him?" Fu Nian stared at the monk in front of him.

"You fucking meddle in your own business!"

"The deity is asking you something." Fu Nian slowed down his tone, squinted his eyes, and repeated word by word: "Who... told you to touch him?"

"Hahaha...Returning the deity, do you think you are the lord of Ye Xingyuan? You really laughed me to death!" The tall slender monk shrugged his shoulders and couldn't help laughing, and the surrounding monks in green also laughed.

Fu Nian chuckled, and the fire ring in his hand flashed a red light.

"what--!!!"

A shrill cry sounded from the arrogant laughter, and the sound penetrated the roof of the mansion and went straight into the sky.The surrounding guests all fled in panic, and on the table, the hand of the tall monk holding Yan Chen had been pierced by a black long sword.

The tall slender monk's face was pale, and his whole body was convulsed.

Fu Nian walked up to the tall slender monk, bent down slightly, and then casually pulled out the Flowing Fire Sword, piercing the tall slender monk's chest very quickly.

"Ah——!!!" The shrill cry sounded again.

"I warned you, who told you to move, but it's my plaything." Fu Nian lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, and looked down at the tall monk lying on the ground. The burning fire on his chest penetrated deeper into his chest.

"You kill, kill me, people from my sect won't let go, let go..." The tall slender monk stared at the talisman in front of him, his eyes reflecting fear.The tall slender monk struggled and wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking, his breath died.

"Big brother! Big brother!" The other monks in Tsing Yi exclaimed.Seeing that their fellow disciples were killed, they couldn't swallow this breath, and looked at Fu Nian angrily, and they were about to step forward with the swords in their hands.

"You killed my senior brother! I want your life!"

"Yes! I want your life!"

The monks in Tsing Yi roared.

Fu Nian sneered: "If you are not afraid of death, come here."

Yan Chen knew that this monk was no match for Fu Nian at all, even if they fought together, Fu Nian could still crush them like an ant.

The tall slender monk deserved his death, but the other monks did not make any serious mistakes after all.Yan Chen couldn't bear Fu Nian to make a move, stood up immediately, grabbed his sleeve and said: "My lord, they are innocent."

"Innocent?" Fu Nian chuckled, his arm passed through Yan Chen's soft waist, and pulled him into his arms violently: "No one who touches my things, even if it's a bag, will stay."

"Even if they didn't do anything, they just coveted. That's not okay."

Warm breath lingered in his ears, Yan Chen tightly grabbed Fu Nian's clothes, his throat was choked.

At the same time, Meng Huan was walking into the shop with a jar of chicken soup with a happy face, and suddenly saw Fu Nian imprisoning Yan Chen in his arms, he was so shocked that the jar slipped from his hand, then fell to the ground and shattered.

"Master, brother...how do you..."

"Go away!" Fu Nian raised her head and glanced at Meng Huan, with a grim expression.

"What, how..." Meng Huan hadn't recovered from his surprise, he hesitated and said again, the group of monks were already impatient seeing Meng Huan who appeared out of nowhere.

Also scolded: "Where is the bastard, get out, don't disturb me to kill!"

Meng Huan was confused by the scolding from both sides.

"Meng Huan, come here, don't let their blood stain your clothes." Ling Ran's voice came from behind, Meng Huan turned his head and saw Jiang Yexiu standing at the door with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression on his face.

"Brother Jiang, Jiang, why are you here..."

Meng Huan didn't know what was wrong, and wanted to ask again.

The group of monks had to listen to his nonsense, and picked up the sword in their hands to attack the group of runes.Fu Nian turned his back to the monks, with Yan Chen still in his arms.

Hearing the roar from behind, he didn't pay much attention, he lowered his head to reach Yan Chen's ear, exhaling like ice: "Not one will be left behind."

After finishing the words, Yan Chen watched helplessly as the raging fire ignited behind Fu Nian. The blue flame was coquettish, wrapping around those monks, engulfing them all.

The flames were so turbulent and fast that Yan Chen didn't even have time to hear their screams, but their distorted faces and the fear in their pupils were vividly imprinted in Yan Chen's mind, indelible.

Yan Chen's body trembled slightly. He had seen the scene of blood flowing in Shangyu before, but it was not as cold as the scene in front of him.Because these people died because of him and the symbol.

"Mo Qing, are you still running?"

Threatening breath lingered in his ears, Yan Chen resisted the smack coming from his fingertips, he wanted to speak, but he was choked up and unable to speak.

Fu Nian chuckled: "What? Can't bear it?"

Yan Chen pushed away the rune, and staggered back.He felt dizzy, and his surroundings seemed to be filled with blood.