The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Shen Zhihan stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and Feng Bumin watched him for a long time without moving.

His eyes were cold and gloomy, like a dark and quiet deep pool, but when he focused on a person, there were some ripples, which even the black mask couldn't cover.

It's a pity that Shen Zhihan didn't look at him, but stared down in a daze.

The scene in front of him was too shocking, his eyes were slightly hot, and he was speechless.

He originally came from an ordinary world, but to him now, how far away is this world of fireworks?

"This peak is called 'Fenghui'."

The moment the clouds parted, the howling cliff wind disappeared instantly.Shen Zhihan subconsciously tidied up his appearance, but Feng Bumin's voice sounded in his ears once again: "You Feng returns to the place."

He paused, then repeated: "You like it here."

Shen Zhihan suddenly smiled when he heard the words, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness: "Yes... I like this place."

When people look at the insignificant world and think that they are just a drop in the ocean, many worries in their hearts are no longer worries.

Shen Zhihan silently sorted out his thoughts that had been a little chaotic due to the impact of various things these days, and calmed down again in his heart.

As soon as he calmed down, he suddenly thought of something.

"Brother No Compassion," his eyes did not move, "You said, 'I' once said that you like this place?"

Feng Bumin responded affirmatively.

Shen Zhihan suddenly smiled, turned to look at him: "Then do you know who I am?"

The corners of Feng Bumin's lips pressed slightly, as if he was not very happy with his question: "Shen Qingyun, quiet Qing, floating clouds."

The former frowned slightly: "Look carefully, are you sure it's me?"

Feng Bumin had been staring at him all the time, but when he heard the words, he nodded firmly: "That's right."

Shen Zhihan continued to ask: "Then...how long ago did you hear me say it?"

Feng Bumin pondered for a moment: "...3000 years ago."

... 3000 years ago again!

Shen Zhihan's forehead twitched with blue veins, but he felt a little angry at the name "Shen Qingyun".

According to the ages of Xie Changliu, Feng Bumin and Fang Qiyu, they indeed existed in the world 3000 years ago.

According to the character design, one of these three people is a prince in the mortal court, one is an orphan born in the mountains, and the other is a student in the Jingwei Academy. personal.

——But these three beads were all pierced by Shen Qingyun's thread!

Shen Zhihan obviously came to this world through soul transmigration 110 years ago. Ever since he was 15 years old when he became an alchemy, his master gave him the Taoist title "Qingyun", and he has been calling himself by the Taoist title outside. Shen Qingyun, who appeared before, hit her face, even her name!

No wonder the two of Mo Yu looked like they saw an old friend, and even Fang Qiyu almost mistook him for him. It turned out that the crux was here!

Shen Zhihan's brain analyzed quickly, but his eyes dimmed suddenly.

No... No, Master is over 3000 years old, right?

Jun Wuxin 3000 years ago was just a disciple of the Wuwei Sect who had just formed a golden core and went down the mountain to practice. Who can guarantee that he will not also know Shen Qingyun?

The ice coffin in Wuwei Zongjin Peak flashed in front of his eyes, and Mo Ning's surprised voice sounded in his ears again—"Master, why is the person lying there so similar to you?"

Shen Zhihan raised his head, closed his eyes slightly, but couldn't help laughing out in a low voice: "So it's so... so it is!"

No wonder when he was taken back to the Wuwei Sect when he was five years old, the master insisted on giving him the surname Shen!

No wonder Jun Wuxin asked him to fuse Yehuo and Lingyu!

No wonder Mo Ning could see the person in the coffin but he couldn't!

It's so ridiculous that the master with light clouds covering the moon and the flowing wind returning to snow has such a calculation in his heart.

Human, no matter how hard you try to get out of the mortal body, cast immortal bones, and change your fate against the sky, you will still be human after all!

Shen Zhihan smiled very elegantly and illusoryly, the water waves in his eyes were soaked by the moonlight, like a clear spring blown by the wind, in which the clear light shattered into shards of light, covering the entire fundus of his eyes, almost overflowing.

Feng Bumin looked at him quietly, but the dull pain in his chest caused by the Same Fate Curse seemed to hurt a little more, and even he couldn't help frowning under the cover of the mask.

He looked at Daozi's usual expression, a rare human emotion welled up in his golden eyes, and asked in confusion, "What are you thinking?"

Shen Zhihan finally suppressed his smile, and said calmly: "Qing Yun is thinking, in his life in the next 110 years, his heart has never been so clear and clear, so thorough that he has no hesitation in what he wants to do."

He inexplicably transmigrated into this "Record of Protecting the World", the most urgent thing is to collect the hero's immortal soul as soon as possible and restore him, nothing else is important.

Netizens are sincere and do not deceive themselves. As a cultivator, nothing can disturb his ascension.

——The future of Taoism is boundless.

Besides, in the final analysis, it was still his fault that he didn't know the plot.

Didn't they all admit him wrong?

Then don't blame him for making good use of Shen Qingyun.

Feng Bumin didn't understand what he was talking about, opened his thin lips again, and wanted to say something more, but Shen Zhihan took one last look at the red dust at his feet, then turned his head, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, there's always night in the world." The habit of going to bed, I don’t know if there is an empty bed in Fenghuifeng, so that Qingyun can stay overnight?”

The former was startled, and the corners of his lips raised upwards: "Naturally."

When Shen Zhihan first saw this bamboo building, he thought that the Lord of the Demon Region lived in such a quiet and simple place, but he never thought that there was an extremely spacious palace in the entire Fenghui Peak.

And the roof of Feng Bumin's bedroom happened to be the cliff where the two of them watched the scenery.

Standing at the entrance, Shen Zhihan saw more than [-] women in snow-white dresses standing in two directions. The moment they appeared, they saluted very neatly, and said in unison: "I have seen the domain master, Xianjun. "

Feng Bumin didn't even say a word, just waved the people away with a wave of his wide sleeves, and then led Shen Zhihan to his palace.

"Domain Lord!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Shen Zhihan immediately called out to stop the person: "I...I can't live with you, or I will suffer from nervous breakdown and won't be able to sleep peacefully."

Feng Bumin was silent, then turned his footsteps and led him into a small courtyard that was only separated from his bedroom by a wall.

"Thank you, Territory Lord," Shen Zhihan raised his hand, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "Qing Yun is going to rest, please go back, too."

Feng Bumin, who was noticed for the second time, was obviously not happy, his black mask was cold and cold, and the corners of his mouth were extremely low, but he turned around and left without saying anything.

Seeing that the other party was so straightforward, Shen Zhihan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Since meeting Feng Bumin for the first time, he has seen that the other party is a person with a strong purpose in acting.

When it comes to snatching the soul orb, they rob it blatantly in front of everyone;Similarly, if he listened to his words and left tonight, then he must have really left, and he would not engage in any afterthoughts or night raids.

Daozi stretched, and finally began to undress.

The moment he took off the ice silk gloves, Shen Zhihan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the maid in white dress outside.

Even with his spiritual power sealed, he could tell by his eyesight that although these women looked beautiful and lifelike, they were all fake, they were puppets transformed by Feng Bumin.

——Although puppets have intelligence, they cannot see through human actions.

And he was brought back to Demon Realm by Feng Bumin unpreparedly, neither the other party Qi Yu nor Mo Ning had any explanation, so naturally he couldn't let the thread that was tied up with so much difficulty be broken.

Shen Zhihan thought for a while in silence, then tentatively released his power of consciousness, but instead of looking outside, he stuck to his body and wrapped him up.

The spiritual power circulates in the meridians, and the spiritual consciousness gathers in the sea of ​​consciousness, which belong to different places.Feng Bumin sealed his spiritual power on the grounds of the same fate curse, but did not seal his consciousness.

Probably he really regarded him as Shen Qingyun, thinking that he likes this place and won't run away, right?

Too bad...he's not.

Confirming that he had hidden his aura well, Shen Zhihan raised his eyes indifferently, picked up the ice silk gloves that he had just taken off again, and put them back on his hands meticulously.