My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

In the middle of the night, the moon hangs in the sky, and the cool breeze is like water.A wing room in the depths of the courtyard was illuminated by bright yellow candlelight. On the desk, there was a scroll of portraits, although only the side face was exposed, it was hard to hide the beauty.

Xue Huan stared at the portrait for a long time, but still couldn't remember anything about the person in the painting.

If you don't kill evil demons, the world will be ruined.He thought of the words that were lingering in his ears, and thought carefully about the haste he woke up, and he had received this fate.In addition to the chaos in his mind, like the surroundings of the deep sea, he only felt the boundless desolation.

300 years ago, there was a battle of slaughtering the gods, and the gods suffered heavy losses. Ten squares, Liushuang Lake... Yan Zhou said that he did not see himself in that battle, but he was the god guarding the ten squares, so he could not see He went to destroy Qingjie but didn't stop him.

Is he lying to me?

Or……

Xue Huan paced back and forth in front of the book case in a state of anxiety. He wondered why someone told him about Yan Zhou and why he wanted to kill him himself.With little memory, confined to sleep, this life seemed to be forcibly placed in his hands.

Shocked and cold, there was a faint light in the void, Xue Huan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, called it out, and watched its movement by candlelight.The blood stains on it before have been wiped clean, the cold light of the sword body is not dazzling, and there is no coldness of a weapon in the hand.

Jinghan itself is not a particularly murderous sword. In Xue Huan's memory, he seldom used the sword to play tricks, and he almost didn't use it. But for some reason, he couldn't ignore the sword. There was no thick backlog of blood on the sword. , on the contrary, there is a long-standing wind and frost atmosphere.

"What's the name of this sword?"

"Have you ever killed someone with it?"

Reminiscing about Yan Zhou's two words, like a long-lost reunion chat, Xue Huan suddenly had a chilling thought—whether Yan Zhou knew this sword!

He is the real owner of this sword...

Scratching his ears and cheeks, Xue Huan couldn't figure it out, and Xue Huan felt pressure in his chest. He simply withdrew his sword, rolled up the portrait, and walked back and forth a few steps to relax his depression.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose flatly, without knowing the source, it lifted Yan Zhou's portrait again, wiped out the fire, and burned the portrait to nothing in an instant like destroying a corpse.

Xue Huan's cold face sank, his eyeballs flashed a little red, and then he looked at the window, calmly, tried some spiritual techniques to extinguish the candle, fell down on the couch, and fell into his sweet dream went.

Maybe it was because he was too preoccupied before going to bed, and all the dreams he had were Yan Zhou chasing him everywhere with a knife in his hand. He wanted to escape, but the soles of his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move no matter what.

The next day, at dawn, a disciple from Luoshuimen sent over to ask Wu Lingjian to attend the monthly morning meeting in Nanyu Hall.The morning meeting was said to be a one-month exchange between various sects in terms of cultivation, but in fact it was a reception where disciples of various sects bragged, chatted, and rolled around.The masters brought outstanding disciples to talk in front of the master master, and the less outstanding disciples consciously drew a clear line when they could not reach the heights, and talked to those who could compare.

The sent disciples may have just woken up and have a bit of a temper. With their own prejudice against swordsmanship, their tone is very resentful.

"Today is the morning meeting of Liuyue, don't you guys know swordsmanship?"

Si Xia had just washed his face with clean water. He was woken up by the yelling, and he didn't have any energy. He didn't respond much to his yelling in the courtyard. He softened his body, lay down on the stone table, and his eyelids began to fight up and down.

He Wangxun was arranging his clothes while walking, Wei Qingju wiped his precious saber with cold water, Jun An had just arrived in Nanyu, didn't understand the rules, and looked at him blankly, with the confusion of getting up early.

Seeing this, the disciple was furious, and said all the nonsense things that shouldn't be said in front of them.

"Is this the appearance of your swordsmanship? No wonder the master has never mentioned you in the past two years. Look at yourselves, you are all full of lifelessness, and you can't stand on the stage at all!" "I heard that you have a master leading the door, why didn't you see it, he must have died again."

Si Xia originally didn't want to bark louder than a dog in the early morning, but when she heard the word death, her scalp exploded instantly. She stood up and scolded: "What are you talking about, you want to quarrel, right?"

Wei Qing touched her trembling shoulder in time, winked at her, and said rudely to the disciple: "Brother, when you came this morning, did you fall into a ditch in the mud? Why is your mouth full of stinky water?" The smell of ditch mud is so bad."

The disciple blew his eyes angrily, "You, you dare to talk to me like that, you are really rude."

"It's better to be uneducated than you." Wei Qing quarreled with him and didn't hinder him from going to the nearby pool with a water container to stand still, and deliberately sprinkled it on his side, "Early in the morning, come to dirty things. "

"You guys, you bully the few with the more."

Si Xia immediately disagreed, "Hey brother, who started first?"

Xue Huan poured a cup of tea leisurely in Jingsi Lu, stretched out his fingers to touch the mouth of the cup, and then Chao Junan waved his hand, handed him the tea, and said, "That friend outside came here so early He should be thirsty, so bring him some tea to quench his anger."

Jun An was thinking about whether he should also say a few words, and he couldn't let these arrogant disciples always bully Jianshu, when he heard Xue Huan wanted to give him tea, his jaw almost dropped. "He's said that, and you still give him tea, you—" Xiang Wuxiang swordsmanship.

"Be obedient, bring it to him, and remember to have a good attitude." Xue Huan turned and entered the room after speaking.

Jun An held the teacup, stared at the lingering tea in it, suffocated, walked up to the disciple who spoke rudely, and said, "Master said that you have worked so hard to come so early in the morning, please drink tea."

Jun An offered it with both hands, and the disciple held his head up like a proud peacock, and immediately said with a high air: "It seems that not all swordsmanship is uneducated."

"Junan, why did you give him tea!" Sixia is not a hot-tempered girl, but she can't see people who find fault when they meet, they can't always be trampled under their feet like dirt, they are also from the fairy sect, right? .

Jun An shrugged, and glanced inside.

It is not what I want to give, it is our master.

The disciple took the teacup without looking sideways, drank it pretentiously, and said, "It's important to be a man with self-knowledge. If you are not favored, it means—" Suddenly, he was speechless, and something flowed from his nose. , he hurriedly wiped it with his hand, the transparent one was snot, and the more he wiped it, it looked like a nosebleed.

The disciple opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but found that he couldn't make a sound, and his mouth was full of stench, which made him frown.

Jun An, who was closest to him, did not escape in time, took a breath of bad breath, retched, and fled.

Seeing the clumsy look of the disciple covering his nose and mouth in a hurry, Si Xia felt blessed in his heart: "Your mouth really stinks."

At this time, Xue Huan came out from the inside, politely pretending to be flawless. "My colleague, what's the matter, I don't hear the chirping, and I suddenly feel quiet."

Jun An turned his head to look at the teacup that fell on the ground, and understood why Xue Huan asked him to bring tea to this person, and he had to be polite.If you're not polite, I'm afraid the tea won't even go into his mouth.

The disciple who drank the tea and gave off the stench silently said a few words you, covered his mouth in a foul smell, his chest was violently rising and falling, but he couldn't express his pain, and fled from this place in anger and hatred.

Si Xia was so happy now, she raised her voice and shouted: "I'll see if you dare to talk like that in the future, bullying no one with swordsmanship!"

She ran to Xue Huan's side, gave her thumbs up, and boasted, "Master, you are so powerful. At first, I thought you were swallowing your anger."

Xue Huan said: "Just a little lesson, it's only one day."

"That's also a relief." Si Xia raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just a morning meeting. I haven't seen them send people over to invite them in previous years. It doesn't matter if they go or not."

Chili was awakened by the voice, jumped out of the nest, and climbed onto Wei Qing's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, I have to go today."