Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

In such a ghostly place, there are actually living people, Xiao Yihe sneaked into it like a well-behaved person.

Only then did he poke his head into the bamboo curtain and saw the person sitting deep in the shadows, his expression froze slightly, and he was about to back out immediately: "I made a mistake, please leave."

Just as Xiao Yihe was about to turn his head, his shoulders were pinched by the man's cool and strong fingers, and he was pulled half a step backwards, and fell into the sedan chair.

Immediately afterwards, Chao Wendao and the others were also dragged up.

The carriage and horses started suddenly, and he slammed backwards according to the momentum. Before he could feel the pain from the impact, he was pulled up by someone and thrown on the seat.

The other three teenagers were not so lucky, and they bumped into each other after being caught.

The small and narrow carriage naturally couldn't hold so many people. Nan Rongke and Lu Lingfeng moved nimbly, covered their heads and got out first, and sat on each side like door gods, not daring to turn their heads.

You Yichao heard the worst, happened to bump into his wound, and his face turned pale: "I have seen the suzerain."

Xiao Yihe moved his butt to the other side of the carriage with a guilty conscience, looked at the Lenggui Zhenjun in front of him who was wearing a rich cloak with money patterns, and smiled embarrassingly: "...Sect Master Xue, what a coincidence. You can come too Chivalry?"

Unable to hide, Xue Xuanwei raised his foot and pressed down on his clothes, eyelashes drooping, with a bad expression on his face: "I lent you a pair of clear eyes, and I didn't even say thank you."

The lights passed through the bamboo curtains, casting layers of light and shadow on his face, making his facial features more profound.

Xue Xuan asked slightly: "Are you still running?"

Under the eaves, Xiao Yihe touched his eyes: "...don't dare."

Xue Xuanwei: "There are more."

"...what else?" Xiao Yihe was stunned, rubbed his clothes with both hands, carefully recalled what else was there, suddenly realized, and said bravely, "Thank you, suzerain."

Xue Xuan hummed slightly and stopped talking.

A faint fishy sweetness lingered in the carriage, and the dead horse in front seemed to smell the delicious smell, and howled restlessly.

Xue Xuanwei suddenly grabbed his left wrist.

Xiao Yihe instinctively shrank back, but was grabbed even harder, and the wound that had not healed began to bleed again.

...It hurt, so he had no choice but to hand over his arm honestly.

There was a fresh tooth mark on the white forearm, biting extremely hard, the tooth mark was deeply embedded in the flesh, as if it was not his own flesh.

Seeing his frosty face, Xiao Yihe immediately smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt."

Unexpectedly, this person's face became even more serious.

It's really hard to understand.

Silently, Xue Xuan took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, folded it in half, wrapped it around his wound, tightly wrapped it tightly to cover up the bursts of living blood, and then said in a nonchalant manner: "It's a skill. "

Xiao Yihe took the opportunity to steal the corner of his clothes, and sat across from him without saying a word, next to Chao Wendao.

Chao Wendao covered his arms and kept silent, but he always felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was weird.Isn't Song Yao Nan Rongke's Taoist companion? Why is he like Sect Master Xue so... so...

In the past, Sect Master Xue was cold to everyone, and it was rare to have a few words with Master Chao Xizhi, but he had to pick a good mood, and today he even bandaged Song Yao's wound with his own hands.

This is already considered quite...intimacy.

Chao Wendao turned his head to look at Xiao Yihe twice, but found that Xiao Yihe was staring at the suzerain again.

Those who are looking at the "scenery" naturally don't know that they have also become the "scenery" in the eyes of others.

Although he had already carefully observed Xue Xuanwei when he stole the jade order, looking at him now, his nose bridge is straight, and his half-down eyelashes hide a pair of sharp phoenix eyes.I couldn't help sighing, what a beautiful appearance.

His noble face is enough to firmly suppress the vulgarity of the cloak he is wearing.

But looking at him frowning, it is probably because the aura in the ghost realm is thin, and the aura is not running very smoothly.

Sitting face to face, Xiao Yihe finally confirmed that it was not his own illusion last time, he really smelled like medicine, stronger than before.However, Xiao Yihe could not distinguish the effect of the medicine just by smelling it familiarly.

He couldn't help thinking, did Xue Xuanwei really suffer from some kind of serious illness?He is such a hard-working person, he can also get sick.

The carriage and horses swayed violently, and the shaft on one side was bumped heavily. He was caught off guard and slid towards the opposite side. Without exerting any strength on his knees, he rushed into the arms of Sect Master Xue in a sincere kneeling position with a "plop", buried his face in his belly.

Xue Xuanwei wrapped his arms around his back and lifted him up: "I haven't seen him for a few days, but I'm still so impatient."

Chao Wen said: "..."

Xiao Yihe: "..." Anxious you, a chair leg!

He cursed Xue Xuanwei from head to toe in his stomach, and was about to get up when the carriage bumped across a bridge and came to a steady stop.The lights outside the window were burning, Xiao Yihe immediately fell silent, straightened up, pushed aside two bamboo sticks over Xue Xuanwei's shoulder, and looked out.

Outside the car was an inn. Two lanterns with abundant spiritual power were glowing with pure Taoist aura, as if shrouded in an enchantment. Seven or eight pairs of eyes were looking out from the crack of the door.

"Come down."

Xiao Yihe came back to his senses when he heard the words, Xue Xuanwei had got off the carriage and was standing in front of the bamboo curtain reaching out to him.He was very reluctant, both sleeves were hidden behind his back, he bowed his head and wanted to go around, but Xue Xuanwei grabbed him with his palms back, and pulled him over firmly but not arrogantly.

Then Chao Wendao, who got out of the car, saw this scene, paused, and stood there in a daze for a long time.Until they were helped down by Nan Rongke and the others, their eyes hadn't been torn from the hands that Sect Master Xue and Song Yao were holding.

Nan Rongke clicked his tongue and raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look, blind."

"..."

Pushing the door and entering, the inn lobby is already full of children from various families, some of them were chased by their own people like Chao Wendao and were injured; , obviously out of spiritual power.

After entering the inn, Xue Xuanwei dropped the money-patterned cloak on his shoulders, and the Taoist aura of Qingning overflowed from his body.

It was only then that Xiao Yihe realized its purpose. It turned out to be to cover up his human aura outside, so that he would not be disturbed by those crazy monks.

There is a sword in the middle of the inn, which is exactly Sect Master Xue's "Innocence". The spiritual power on it is like a clear spring, lingering layer by layer, and the range of spiritual energy just covers the entire inn, which greatly eases the tension of these little disciples. Discomfort in ghostland.

Xue Xuanwei brought him into the inn, and only ordered "Stay honestly" before going upstairs. Before entering the room, he lowered his head again: "Chao Wendao, come in."

"Yes, suzerain." Chao Wendao held his hand and went up respectfully.

It seems that Sect Master Xue is not as unreasonable as the rumors say, and he has given these incompetent monks a safe haven in the ghost world.

Although the young monks in the hall were all influenced by the spiritual power of "Cunxinbumu", they all dared not approach, after all, it was the sword that killed the Lord.Only Xiao Yihe walked over boldly, raised his hand and gently stroked the hilt of his sword.

The sword energy trembled slightly, as if recognizing him, stretched out a few extra strands of spiritual silk to wrap around his fingers intimately, pouring the rich spiritual power into his meridians.

Xiao Yihe's palms were tickled by Lingsi, he laughed softly, and said to himself: "Okay, okay, be good."

Lingsi retracted the sword body, and continued to emit its brilliance quietly like moonlight.

Not long after, Chao Wendao walked out of the room, looking much better than before, Nan Rongke and the two went up to inquire, Chao Wendao smiled and waved: "The suzerain helped me heal my wounds, and I'm much better now. "

Xiao Yihe looked at the closed door and asked, "Sect Master Xue..."

Chao Wendao said: "The suzerain is entering samadhi, and told us not to disturb him for two hours. Let's take a rest first."

The inn is not big, so naturally it is not enough for one person to share one room, and naturally no one dares to disturb Sect Master Xue's room.

It was extremely cold in the ghost world, and it was even worse at night, Zhao Wendao brought some quilts, looked at them, and said: "Junior Brother Song, you and Brother Nanrong, I and Mr. Lu—"

Before Lu Lingfeng could speak, Nan Rongke immediately said, "No way!"

"..."

Xiao Yihe said gruffly and crookedly: "Good Taoist couple, why not?"

"Nonsense, who is your Taoist partner? We haven't formally saluted yet!" Nan Rongke pushed him aside, and dragged Chao Wendao, who was full of hesitation, "The one surnamed Lu is nothing at first glance. Serious people, hear the Tao and come with me."

The three quarreled for a long time, Xiao Yihe leaned on the handrail of the stairs, took out a small handful of peanuts from his spiritual sac, and kowtowed, then turned his head and looked at the rickety alleys in the lobby downstairs, and felt that someone was missing.

Looking back, they finally made a decision. In the end, Xiao Yihe and Chao Wendao stayed together, and Lu Lingfeng and Nan Rongke stayed together for a while, waiting for Xue Zongzhu to come out of the samadhi before making plans.

Xiao Yihe lay on the bed, staring at the void in front of him, wondering why Xue Xuanwei needed to close the door and meditate, and whether his illness was not cured?

Chao Wendao seemed to feel that it would not be good for him to rest with his Taoist companion, so he sat cross-legged in front of the desk in the room, smiled, and whispered something to ease the atmosphere.

But Xiao Yihe was a little sleepy, so he didn't listen carefully. On the contrary, the movement of gusts of cold wind hitting the window of the inn was even louder.

The spirit sword sitting downstairs is still slowly exuding spiritual power, with an aura unique to Xue Xuanwei, flowing softly into his body, sorting out his stagnant meridians bit by bit.

He yawned for a long time, and the sound of the sword-like wind reminded him of what happened a long time ago, and he felt a little dazed.

At that time, the Sword God Mountain was still there, and he did not fall into a demon.

With the spring breeze blowing on his face, he saw himself leaning in the pavilion, looking at a small road boy walking carefully on the mountain road with a huge food box almost as tall as him.Turning around a stone monument, the stone steps on the ground are gradually covered with pink, revealing a moist and warm path, and there is a fragrant mist of pink powder on the top of the mountain, and flowers and trees are stretching.

A white crane fluttered its wings and flew over in the distance. Daotong screamed out in fright, and immediately crouched down with his head in his arms.

With a wave of hand, several black crows flew out, uttering the words: "Reunion, don't make trouble."

The crane pecked at the hem of his clothes twice, then flew away.

Xiao Daotong happily stepped into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, and saw a white-clothed Taoist drunk in the pavilion from a distance. His clothes were thin and soft, and he was surrounded by mountain wind.The group of "black crows" who led the way with him flew to the young Taoist, rustled for a while, turned into a few red petals, and sprinkled on the ends of his hair.

Even if the fragrance of flowers was all over his clothes, he didn't bother to brush them off, he just followed the petals along the black hair and fell into the open collar of the clothes, and waved to Daotong with a smile in his eyes: "Xiaochi Xiaochi, come quickly! La!"

Daoist Xiaochi ran over bumpily: "Senior Brother Yihe!"

After entering the pavilion, I suddenly heard someone say from behind the tree: "Frivolous."

Dao Tong tilted his head to look, and saw that the person was also dressed in snow-colored clothes, he was startled, he hurriedly hid behind the white-clothed senior brother, saw the etiquette of the Daoist sect, and called out in a low voice: "...Senior Brother Xuanwei."

Xiao Yihe's quality is like a clear moon when he is sitting or lying still, he is the elegant white jade man, with a bright and beautiful phoenix posture, and I don't know how many little girls have been deceived by his face.At this time, he looked at the person gently, and called out happily: "Junior Brother!"

The visitor glanced at the red marks on his face and his open chest, which was very unseemly, and knew that he called him to come here on the grounds that "Master has something important to say", it must be just another whim, He just wanted to find someone to drink with him, so he turned around and went down the mountain.

"Hey," Xiao Yihe jumped up, stopped him in two or three steps, and sighed sadly, "Junior brother, you turned your head and walked away like this, it really hurts brother's heart! You need to know that good times are easy to pass, and beauties are hard to find..."

Xue Xuan raised his eyes slightly, skillfully, and pressed the finger pointing at him down with the hilt of his sword.

——How thick-skinned a person must be to be intoxicated every day and call himself a "beauty"?

Seeing that he was not moved by the "beauty", Xiao Yihe sighed again, turned back to the pavilion, took out exquisite food from the food box Daotong brought up, poured himself a cup, shook his head frequently and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity... ..."

Xue Xuanwei didn't know what tricks he was going to do.

Xiao Yihe lightly pecked at the wine, made sword fingers with two fingers, flipped and turned: "I recently learned a new sword move, who should I teach it to today?"

Xue Xuanwei is a sword idiot, he stopped immediately when he heard the words, obviously moved.

Xiao Yihe lamented again: "Oh, there are flowers but no friends, and wine but no friends, it's extremely pitiful."

"..."

After a while, a wind of sleeves fell on the opposite side of Xiao Yihe, the man lightly rolled up his sleeves, and without saying a word, he was already sitting upright at the table.

Xiao Yihe was miserable and sad at one moment, lonely and self-pitying, but at the next moment he was unrestrained and flying brilliantly.Picking up the cup, I caught a glimpse of his frowning expression in the rippling wine.

After drinking, Xiao Yihe leaned over, stretched out a hand to the back of his neck, and gently rubbed his warm fingertips against his collar.

Xue Xuanwei got up abruptly, turned over the cup on the table with his cuffs, and the wine in the small jade porcelain cup was splashed, soaking the mellow aroma on his sleeve.

Seeing his reaction so big, Xiao Yihe was taken aback, and laughed again after a while, apologizing casually without sincerity: "Senior brother is lazy today, and he didn't tie his hair up, so he borrowed the hairband from junior brother... Don't you think junior brother doesn't like it? "

Xuan Wei didn't say yes or no, but he never snatched back the hair belt.

"I promise you, this sword is ready." Xiao Yihe tied up his hair, picked up the spirit sword he put on the table, and walked out of the pavilion, took off the scabbard, threw it back far away, and then swung it against the wind. Made a neat sword flower.

Xue Xuan frowned slightly.

Xiao Yihe's sword is not like his, but gentle and introverted, quite agile and Zen.But a sword that is too introverted will not be a great weapon in the end, Xue Xuanwei is different from him, so naturally he is unwilling to make a conspiracy.

However, today's move is far beyond Xue Xuanwei's imagination - when the long sword is drawn out, the meaning of the sword is as vague as the vastness of clouds and mountains. silver glow.

Xue Xuan could not help clenching his fingers tightly.

Xiao Yihe withdrew the momentum of the sword, held it behind him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I will name this sword 'Yuehua Liuzhao', can you see it, junior?"

"..." Xue Xuanwei looked at the flower tree beside him, the branches were swaying, and the buds were layered on top of each other - such a majestic sword, the branches were even more colorful, and none of the petals fell.

The scene of white clothes flying between heaven and earth still lingers in my mind, like the moon falling, like snow falling.

... Whose mood does the bright moonlight reflect?

He even forgot to take back his sword, and left Huahai almost out of embarrassment.

Xiao Yihe looked at his back shrinking to a point on the mountain path, and then looked at the emptiness in the pavilion.He was stunned, for a moment he didn't know how it developed like this, he clearly just wanted to take this opportunity to cultivate with his junior brother.

He held his sword in front of him, looked at a pot of good wine that no one came to taste, and slowly hummed: "The legs are so long."

Back in the pavilion, I called "Xiaochi" twice.

Daotong got out from nowhere and praised: "Brother's sword is really beautiful!"

"That's right, I don't even look at who it is, of course it looks good." Xiao Yihe smiled, touched his bosom, took out something, and threw it to Daotong together with the sword, "I got a delicate little thing the other day, and I wanted to give it to you." Playing for the younger brother, but this little bastard ran so fast..."

Daotong took it and saw that it was a jade gourd, facing the scorching sun, he could see the brilliance in it. He exclaimed and found some patterns in the gourd, so he moved closer to distinguish it carefully.

When he saw clearly that the thing inside turned out to be a carved statue of Huanxi Buddha, he jumped in surprise, his cheeks almost turned red, and he threw the thing down the cliff!

He wrapped the jade gourd tightly in his palm, looked around for no one, and whispered: "Shishishishixiong! This, this, this, this is not good..."

Xiao Yihe had spring on his shoulders, and lazily hummed a ditty: "You just tie it to his sword, who asked him to leave me here? He even tricked me into using a new sword style for nothing."

Xiaochi murmured: Obviously you are angry and no one will accompany you to enjoy the spring and drink!

But Xiao Daotong listened to Xiao Yihe's words the most, even though he knew that this thing was "not good", but under his coercion and temptation, he still held the sword and tied the jade gourd to the hilt.

He tied his head sullenly: "Senior brother, why don't you do it yourself. Senior brother always teases senior brother Xuanwei like this, no wonder he refuses to make friends with you. He will take it out on me later!"

"I'm lazy."

It's very upright and unashamed.

He was leaning against the table with a wine cup in his hand, smiling as he watched Xiao Daotong clutching the jade gourd, walking away like a ghost...

When the wind blows, he gets drunk and feels dizzy.

When he woke up again, he felt heavy all over his body, as if he had really been addicted to alcohol for a hundred years.

Half a day in the dream, but only a moment in the world, Xiao Yihe became dizzy for a moment, and couldn't tell where he was - his limbs suddenly sank, as if he was pinched and pinched severely by someone, instantly robbing him of his drowsiness.

Opening his eyes, Chao Wendao didn't have time to let go of the hand pinching his acupuncture points: "Junior Brother Song! Are you awake? Seeing that you can't wake up no matter what, I thought you too..."

"Brother Chao?" Xiao Yihe sat up in a daze, as he was getting old, he even began to dream about the past.He hugged the quilt, and the young man with green brows and eyes in the dream gradually overlapped with the stern Xue Xuanwei later, and he became a little dazed, "Me too...?"

Chao Wendao didn't know how to explain what he had just seen, so he had no choice but to drag him up and experience it for himself.

Xiao Yihe staggered a few steps, and was dragged out of the room by him, and he said anxiously: "Listen."

There was a slight singing sound coming from Nan Rongke's room, which was particularly creepy in the silent and haunted city in the middle of the night.