Lord, he's not dead yet

They followed that bird and found another bird that was his companion, plucked most of its feathers and fed it a life-saving elixir

In the afternoon, they met a group of monks who specialize in hunting feathers

An Yuan didn't even see how Yiyou moved his hands, and the group of monks knelt on the ground together, as if they were strangled by the throat, their faces turned blue and purple, but they couldn't make a sound

They handed over the storage bag with the feathers

She guessed there were at least 150 of them because they didn't have to look for pegs anymore

"Law birds are precious and should not be exterminated"

She heard Yiyou say this to them

"And you are as numerous as ants, death is not a pity"

"What about him?"

Maybe it was because Yiyou's words to punish them were too moral, or the action of feeding the pill earlier made An Yuan feel that this ghost cultivator was actually not so difficult to get in touch with, so that she would ask this sentence

"He is unique, far more precious than a scorpion"

"And, he's mine"

Bright and warm orange flames dance and dance in the dark night

An Yuan looked at the two diagonally across the fire, the scorching heat of the flame distorted the surrounding scene

She remembered what Yiyou said this afternoon

As many as ants, death is not a pity

unique, more precious

in the eyes of superiors

rescue

gift only

She was ridiculous and mistaken it for compassion

And the unique indulgence, pampering cannot be seen clearly under the distorted firelight

"Jiuping Xuetan, I have never heard of this flower before"

A deep voice came from the opposite side, An Yuan came back to her senses, and answered in a condescending way, "This was bred by a senior named You of the Fangtan Sect a long time ago, and it grew on the Jiuping Cliff of Qianxue Peak, so named it"

"How did you cultivate it?" Yiyou asked

"I don't know," An Yuan said, "Senior You said it was passed down from his ancestors, but it was passed on to his son after the death of Senior You. no one knows anymore"

Yi You noticed the unnaturalness on her face and asked, "How did Elder You die?"

"My senior brother killed him." An Yuan looked at Yan Xiao with a very complicated expression, with some nostalgia in her eyes, and added, "My senior brother Yan Yi killed him, not only killed him, but also killed his two sons , that's why Jiuping Xuetan's cultivation method was lost."

Her eyes were sore and swollen, and her blurry vision seemed to make her see Yan Yi who was standing with a sword in his hand again. "Jiuping Xuetan can make us practice twice with half the effort. Even the sect master will not easily offend Elder You, but Their two sons are really nothing."

Yiyou suddenly became curious about Yan Yi, "What kind of person is he?"

"Leng Ao, not easy to get close to, except for his sister, I have never seen him smile before."

If he hadn't looked like Yan Yi, if she hadn't met Yan Luo that day...

No matter what, she couldn't connect Yan Xiao and Yan Yi

"He is the first disciple of the suzerain, a rare genius, and his level of hard work is outrageous. He left us far behind. He was... the glory and pride of our Fangtan sect," An Yuan said with a smile He let out a sigh and continued, "Actually, we don't dare to talk to him, and he is not enthusiastic, but when we go out, in front of outsiders, we all seem to be very familiar with him when we talk about Yan Yi."

"Until one day something went wrong in his cultivation. When his mind was confused, he washed Qian Xuefeng with blood, leaving no one surnamed You. treasure"

"He became the devil hated by everyone in the Fangtan sect, and even the crow-blue robes he was accustomed to wearing were said to be a sign of being possessed by a demon."

"ridiculous"

She looked at Yan Xiao, who was sleeping peacefully in Guixiu's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "...it's ridiculous"

After hearing this, Yiyou affirmed, "He helped you before."

"Well," An Yuan wiped away her tears, "Brother, he is indifferent, not cold-blooded"

He is Yan Yi, not Yan Xiao

She wiped the continuous tears on her face, and all the pictures of Yan Yi's majestic appearance appeared in her mind, and she did not give up and asked, "Is he really Yan Yi?"

"No," Yiyou said, "How does what you said resemble the one in my arms?"

An Yuan froze on the spot in a daze, and said incoherently, "No...but,...but he looks exactly the same as Yan Yi"

Yiyou chuckled lightly, laughing at her shallowness, "He has a completely different life experience and personality from Yan Yi, how could he be Yan Yi, just because of his looks?"

"Do you know why you have to wait for all the memories on your soul to dissipate before you can enter reincarnation?" Yiyou asked

An Yuan shook her head, she didn't know

"Because the memories don't linger, they are still their previous selves, and their reincarnation becomes rebirth instead of new life," Yiyou said slowly

An Yuan understands

"He still remembers Lolo!"

She said eagerly that she didn't know what she wanted to emphasize. She obviously didn't want to believe that Yan Xiao was Yan Yi, but she was even more unwilling to accept that Yan Yi was dead. live in a good place

"He remembered Luo Luo, not Yan Luo"

He gently stroked Yan Xiao's cheek, full of love and tenderness

"He can't find Lolo either."

"after all"

He looked at An Yuan, and An Yuan's calm words sounded full of playful malice

"Whether it's Luo Luo or Yan Luo, they are all dead, didn't you know it yesterday?"

The dead branches in the fire exploded suddenly, making a noise

Yan Xiao muttered, his eyes were sleepy without opening, and he groped to bury his head into Yi You's arms

Yiyou's voice became softer, "How many Jiuping Xuetan do Master Qianxuefeng have?"

"I don't know. Qianxue Peak has been heavily guarded since Senior You. There are countless formations and traps. No one can enter except the You family and their confidants. I don't know what the traps are like there," An Yuan said truthfully. Said, "Now that Jiuping Xuetan is rare, Qianxuefeng's defense should be tighter."

"You have never been there, how do you know there are countless traps?" Yiyou asked

"Someone broke in before." An Yuan glanced at Yan Xiao in his arms, lowered her eyes again, holding a dead branch in her hand and casually stirred the fire

Yi You understood, "Yan Yi went in before"

She answered in a low voice

"Why did he go in?" Yiyou asked

An Yuan paused, and threw the dead branch in her hand into the burning fire. Her plain face was flickering under the violently beating flames, "His sister was taken away by Elder You's son."

"Maybe he was born with a demon at that time"