My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

"Is he still there?"

"It's a foregone conclusion, when it's over, it's over!"

"You lied to me!"

In the darkness, Xue Huan was in a state of chaos. He didn't know where he was, nor could he see where he was. He could only hear fierce quarrels around him.

"Why are you still stubborn?!"

"His inherent evil has been exposed, and his spiritual source is not pure. He should have died of heaven's punishment a long time ago. His fate is like this, so he must not live!"

"You return him, he is mine, why do you!"

"...you liars."

A tear fell in, and the crisp voice broke the fog in his heart and the confusion in front of him.

It was still dark all around, only the spirit circle in the middle was spinning with light. Xue Huan couldn't feel his body, but his eyes seemed to be separated from his body. Floating across the spirit circle, he saw a person curled up in it.

The man was lying on the ground, with black hair spreading all over his body.

Not being able to see his face clearly made Xue Huan a little anxious. He wanted to get closer, but he seemed to be trapped in a bottle and couldn't move forward.

At this time, he heard it again.

"If you are deeply in love, you may not get what you want."

Tick.

Another tear fell, and this time, Xue Huan fell into an abyss, and the bottomless black hole dragged him back to reality. He jumped up suddenly, startling a group of people watching him.

He touched his chest subconsciously, it didn't hurt or itch.

"Master, you finally woke up." Si Xia roared into the sky, extremely pleasantly surprised; due to excitement, his voice was a little hoarse. "Why did you suddenly sleep at the door of the hut? It's so hot now, I thought you just left us."

Xue Huan had just woken up, but his sanity had not returned. Hearing her mourning greeting, he hurriedly said, "What are you worrying about? I'm fine."

He pressed his hand on the bed and pressed the red petals, "What is this, where did it come from?"

Watching the excitement, Jun An didn't think it was a big deal, and said: "Si Xia is afraid that you will die, so I sprinkle some flowers on your bed to express my condolences."

"Nonsense, I just want Master to wake up quickly. Flowers have aura and can protect people's souls." Si Xia retorted.

"Really, who wanted to spread the little white flowers at the beginning, or Twelve said something wrong, so you—"

"I don't, my heart is for Master..." Si Xia rushed to stop Jun An's mouth, and that posture wanted to fight Jun An to the death.

Xue Huan: "..."

Seeing the smog in front of him, Xue Huan stroked his forehead and got up from the couch, not having the energy to stop those two little bastards, he left a sentence and said: "Looking at you, I will lose my life, and sooner or later I will die young .”

"Hey, where are you going?" Wen Shang asked.

"Go out to get some air, and remember to practice your sword skills more after the fight." Xue Huan flicked his sleeves, cut off the excess tail, and escaped alone.

-

Xue Huan settled down on the observatory on the mountain behind the three questions, found a suitable posture and sat down. It was not night yet, and all he could see from the observatory was the blue sky and white clouds.

The wind brought a few wisps of clarity, and only then did he think about the few voices he heard in the chaos before he woke up.

The voices in the chaos are mixed, either too intense and the tone is roaring; or they are abnormally calm, indifferent and indifferent.Only that sentence sounds familiar——

"You give him back, he's mine." Xue Huan silently recited this sentence in his heart, not because the voice that yelled it shook the world, but because the voice that yelled it was his own.

Xue Huan closed his eyes, and the words in his mind were getting louder and louder, almost making him imagine that he must be hysterical and heartbroken at that time.

However, confusion ensued. Why did he have to be hysterical and heartbroken? In this sentence, he is a person or a thing, and what kind of existence is he to himself...

"Could it be that I had a girlfriend when I was in Heaven, and I did it for him?" Xue Huan was amused, thinking superficially, what kind of stunning beauty must it be to make him lose control of his emotions like this.

Despite such wild and unconstrained thinking, Xue Huan is not just flying around like a headless chicken without reason.

He fell into a coma because of Da Yin's spiritual backlash. Before he passed out, he wanted to kill Yan Zhou with Da Yin. It was obviously the right time, place and people, but Da Yin, who was obedient, gathered all his strength when he would succeed in one blow. , went off the rails.

Xue Huan touched the part of his chest, and there was no pain at all, and the remaining spiritual power of Da Yin's backlash was gone, and his pulse was quiet, as if this had never happened.

But he was very clear, not only did he return to the three questions intact, but he also heard some conversations. You must know that he tried many methods before but couldn't make himself remember even a few words, so it was definitely not accidental.

Will it have something to do with Yan Zhou?

Why can't Dayin kill him?

... who was the last person I saw?

Xue Huan summoned Dayin, spread it in the palm of his hand, stared at the pattern of poinciana on it, and murmured: "How can I remember more."

Da Yin followed his heart and turned on the light.

-

In the evening, as the sun went down, Wen Shang went to Shen Ling and retrieved a sword he had just practiced.

His name was engraved on the sword, which was specially instructed by Xue Huan. Wen Shang held the sword happily, thinking that his sword was very beautiful.In fact, he didn't know that it was a long sword that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary. Because of the majesty of their master, Shen Ling and his gang gave Xue Huan face, so they melted a pile of scrap metal unwillingly. A poorly made sword was burned.

Most of these people were using the means of ghosts, and it was purely out of kindness that they didn't just hand over an old sword that had accumulated dust.

It is tacitly understood that the fifth spirit swordsmanship is ominous in Nanyu. On the surface, Wuling and Harmony are a family, but behind the scenes, everyone is eager to let the swordsmanship shrink a little bit, so that the bad luck can be confined in his corner , don't spread it.

Wen Shang grabbed his treasured sword and passed the Fenglin trail. At the end of the Fenglin trail was a three-way intersection. Turn left to Luoshui residence, turn right to Sanwen hut, and go straight to the garbage disposal place.

The location of the Fenglin trail is relatively remote. Usually, only the disciples who take turns throwing garbage will take this path for cleaning tasks. Although it has a unique scenery, it is connected with the two bad lucks of the garbage dump and the fifth spirit. If you can hide, you can hide .

But today, Wen Shang was at this fork in the road and rarely saw two disciples of Nanyu, one of them was facing away from his face, and the other was Yin Anyi, the eldest disciple of Luoshuimen.

Yin Anyi is arrogant on weekdays. Nine times out of ten in the morning meeting every month, he can be seen pointing at his juniors to teach him a lesson. His eyebrows are raised, there is a mole between his eyebrows, and his narrow eyes make him extremely treacherous. .

But at this time, he was also lecturing loudly to the disciples standing in front of him, his voice was so loud that the whole road could be heard.

"I'm annoyed by people like you the most. Luoshui Fuhui double cultivator, pure and pure, why are you so useless, getting in the way, and unconsciously approaching Master, I think you are an eyesore!"

The disciple being trained was named Chu Feng, who was also under Luoshuimen. His eyes were moist and his face was red, and he had a good skin. Unfortunately, there was a scar on his right cheek that was as long as his index finger, which ruined the overall beauty.

"You don't have to look at me if you think I'm in the way, and I'm not dangling in front of you all day." He didn't have the vicious intent of Yin Anyi's words, it was flat, and it didn't sound like he was afraid.

Yin Anyi grabbed his collar suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he caught a glimpse of a bastard holding a sword behind him, lowered his voice, rolled his eyes, and said, "You will be kicked out of Luoshui in a short time, I'm going to See how long you can get it!"

He grabbed the man's collar rudely and flung it away rudely, patted his cuffs, and walked towards the Luoshui residence.

Chu Feng squatted down like a normal person, picked up the cherries that Yin Anyi had spilled on the floor, and blew on each one.

Wen Shang came over quietly, put the sword on the ground, and picked it up for him.

"Thank you." Chu Feng thanked softly, looked up at Wen Shang, and squeezed out a smile that was not on the surface.

The fifth spirit swordsmanship is late, and it is also the legend of Nanyu representing "mourning". There are few disciples in the sect, so they show a few faces at the morning meeting, and those few faces are easy to remember.

Because of this, Chu Feng not only did not show a look of disgust, but also did not utter sarcasm when the God of Plague that other disciples avoided appeared in front of him, which is quite rare.

Wen Shang had an impression of this beauty who picked cherries, because at a morning meeting, he accidentally saw this person kneeling in front of Chen Yu, the head of Luoshui, and was kicked. Wen Shang had never seen someone kicked in the face Yes, the other party was still in the palm of Luoshui, who remembered the kicked disciple in his mind with contempt and sympathy, that is, the one in front of him.

"Well, that, he always bullies you?" Wen Shang had good intentions, he himself hates bullying, let alone such a lovely and pitiful son.

Chu Feng was stunned for a while, maybe he didn't expect him to talk to him, and denied it, saying: "No, no, I ignore him."

Wen Shang picked up his sword again, and said in harmony: "I don't care, you should belong to the same sect, you can't look up and look down, and you can't always be angry and encourage the prestige of the wicked."

"Thank you, but I have forgotten what he said, do you have anything else to do?" Chu Feng asked politely.

Wen Shang laughed twice, and said, "Yes, I have to go back quickly, and see you by fate." After finishing speaking, he winked at him, and his heart was filled with elation, and his mouth opened even wider, like a child who found candy .

Chu Feng smiled gently, and before Wen Shang's back disappeared at the end, he turned his back and lowered the corner of his mouth, "No one is born willing to be angry."

He looked at the cherries in his hand, some were broken, deformed, and dripping with disgusting juice.

However, people should be born with faith, so that even if they are angry everywhere and think of what is in their hearts, they will not be completely occupied by displeasure.

Chu Feng threw away all the bad cherries on the plate, took the remaining two red cherries in his hands, and happily sent them to his master.

When he saw Chen Yu full of anticipation, he was indifferently asked by Chen Yu: "Have you slipped out of Luoshui again?"

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously said, "I heard that the cherries at the bottom of the mountain are very sweet this morning, so I'll pick them for you."

He didn't dare to look directly at Chen Yu, and he didn't have the confidence to speak with Yin Anyi's calmness. He watched Chen Yu's steps approaching, and backed away involuntarily.

He knew that Chen Yu was angry, and he was angry again.

"I'm sorry—" Before he could finish speaking, his chin was pinched by Chen Yu, and his eyes had to meet the pair of eyes that had never seen tenderness.

"I don't think you have a long memory!"

After saying those words, Chen Yu kicked Chu Feng's knee.Chu Feng let out a short ah, knelt on the ground in pain, and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Chen Yu looked at him condescendingly, and gave an ultimatum: "If you still want to stay in Nanyu, Luoshui, and my side, don't do anything that exposes your identity."

"Master..." Chu Feng raised his head, Chen Yu actually said the words "stay by his side" today, which he never said before.

"I went to find you today. The fox you raised was impure and scratched my hand. I don't want to see it again."

Chu Feng: "Master..."

Chen Yudao: "Today you go back first, and remember to come to the training ground to practice spells tomorrow." His tone of words was as gentle as a breeze, and it was a candy for Chu Feng after being slapped.

Chu Feng forgot the pain, stared at the toe of his shoe obsessively, and responded.