Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xiao Yihe returned the same way, subconsciously looked into the deep alley, and suddenly saw that the Taoist with the yellow beard was still there, as if he had just made a new business.

"..." He touched his chin.

The Taoist Huangbeard was humming a tune proudly, straightening his clothes, weighing the spirit stone in his hand, suddenly a person flashed in front of his eyes, and said to him in a low voice: "Farewell to the Empress, Lovesickness on a Cold Moonlit Night, here is one."

He raised his eyes and said cheerfully, "Hey, is that you, young master?"

Taoist Huangbeard rummaged through his dark pocket and found a magnificent shadow jade with a crooked moon pattern: "I didn't expect you to like to watch this kind of thing. I have other masterpieces by the master of Nanrong Sect. Would you like to join me?" -"

Xiao Yihe didn't wait for him to finish speaking, dropped the spirit stone, and hurried away with "Farewell Lovesickness" in his hand——For the matter of using the money stolen from Xue Zongzhu to buy Xue Zongzhu's own secret history of gossip, Xiao Yihe couldn't help it. Not the slightest bit guilty.

Turning across a street, I smelled the smell of stove shortbread, and luxuriously bought a bag of red stove pancakes stuffed with red bean paste, and a bag of white, plump, salt-baked fragrant melon seeds.

Weighing this bead he bought on a whim, he wondered as he walked, could it be that Xue Xuanwei and Nan Rongqi really... had an affair?I didn't see it.

Xiao Yihe couldn't imagine that scene.

He took a bite out of the shortbread, couldn't bear to go back to the inn, so he went to a secluded place, and secretly poured a little spiritual power to watch the content of "Farewell Lovesickness".

The guiying jade shone slightly, and Xiao Yihe's consciousness had penetrated into the jade.

What I saw when I looked up was a crow-colored low sky, the glazed golden tiles hidden in the mountains were also covered with a layer of gray, and there were still dark stains on the 81 steps that had not been cleaned. Dragging the corpse of a mountain trespassing monster.

Seeing this situation, he was startled. It was actually the Chasing Moon Villa that had just ended the "Taoist Rebellion" 70 years ago.

Xiao Yihe felt a little nostalgic, he casually walked around the world of Yuzhong, and the disciples who came and went around all held bows and sabers.

Suddenly, a person ran quickly from beside him with fear on his face, holding a message light in his hand, and hurriedly shouted: "Report—Jian Shenshan has changed, and the death knell is ringing! Lord Xiao Shan... is dead."

The disciple's workmanship was rough, he didn't have any facial features, and his running posture was also very funny. Xiao Yihe didn't feel sad or depressed for a while when he heard others tell him that he had fallen, but was a little strange.

When he walked there unhurriedly, many disciples had already gathered in front of the Wanxiang Hall, and the face of Nan Rongqi in the hall was also very detailed, it can be seen that the person who made this magnificent shadow is currently under the steps.

Xiao Yihe casually walked into the hall, sat on the grand chair that belonged to Zhuiyue Zhuang Zhuang, stepped on his main chair presumptuously with one foot, and looked at it with his chin resting.

——Nan Rongqi, who heard the news of his death, had a look of astonishment, surprise, and bewilderment, then slowly closed his eyes, sighed, and slowly loosened his frowning brows, as if he had accepted it happily within a few breaths. this matter.

Xiao Yihe propped his elbows on his knees, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "I heard that I died, but I didn't cry a single sound. I really have no conscience."

The time in the pictures in Guiyingyu can be controlled by spiritual power. He raised his hand and dragged the time backwards, then stopped suddenly.

I saw the cold moon and cold wind, and the lamps and candles in Nan Rongqi's dormitory reflected his thinner silhouette.In the first year of the Daotong Rebellion, he unfortunately lost his father, and in just two years, he also lost his best friend. There is no one who can talk to him in such a big Chasing Moon Villa.

Xiao Yihe stood in front of his door, didn't go in, but saw Nan Rongqi through the window, as if a pot of charcoal fire had risen, and was burning something.

Just as he was wondering, a white shadow suddenly descended from the sky and stopped two steps before him.

Taking a closer look, who is this figure from behind, not Xue Xuanwei?

Xue Xuanwei was still wearing the white clothes of Jianshen Mountain at this time, instead of his body like a lacquered night like now, he seemed to have seen Nan Rongqi's burning on the window shadow, and immediately lost his courtesy, and pushed the door open with his palm.

——I saw lightning and flames in the room in an instant, and the two fought against each other. Nan Rongqi was forced out of the room, holding a bunch of crane-patterned cloaks in his hands; Stand coldly.

There was a slight sound of silk tearing, and no one was willing to be the first to let go.

And Xiao Yihe was confused and surprised, isn't this my clothes?He still remembered that this dress was specially made for participating in the Ten Thousand Laws Association back then, but unfortunately he lost interest after wearing it for two days, and threw it at Nan Rongqi.

He remembered that the Taoist with the yellow beard said with certainty: They both tore their clothes to pieces.

"..." It was my clothes that were torn apart.

"Pa" Nan Rongqi ignited a cluster of True Yang spiritual fire in his palm, and he held up the bright red tongue of fire, towards the corner of his clothes.

Xue Xuan changed color slightly, and shouted: "—Nan Rongqi!"

Nan Rongqi sarcastically said: "Back then you burned so many things with a single fire, and all Taoists in the world admired you very much, calling you a hero who killed relatives with righteousness. Why, now you are stingy with these two things?"

The flames trembled and licked up, and the luxurious crane cloak woven with gold and silver threads and snow cloud gauze instantly produced a cloud of gray smoke.

Xue Xuanwei frowned more and more tightly, and finally lost in the struggle between the two sides, let go of his hand: "...What exactly do you want?"

"How, how can I..." Nan Rongqi's eyes were bloodshot, he didn't know who he wanted to take revenge on, and he vented his anger viciously in a tone that no one would want to feel better about. The young man in front of him said, "Xue Xuanwei, you want it so much—kneel down and beg me?"

"Nan Rongqi, you—" Xiao Yihe called out, and realized that he was just a spectator of this magnificent scene, so he could only shut it up embarrassingly.

Clothes rustled around him, Xiao Yihe stared wide-eyed, watching this always proud junior slowly bend his knees.Also surprised was Nan Rongqi, he was clearly the one who asked others to kneel down, and his expression at this time was as weird as that of Xiao Yihe, a spectator.

Before his knees touched the ground, Nan Rongqi was frightened and kicked him in the heart. The wind wrapped around Xue Xuanwei's body and hit the Feng Shui stone in the yard. He had no defense at all and rolled to the ground. Supporting himself on one knee, he barely maintained his body.

Nan Rongqi was furious: "How dare you?! Is that what he taught you!"

"He doesn't have anything left..." Xue Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, but couldn't hold on, and finally knelt down staggeringly, and said, "Please, just keep one or two."

"You...begging me? You begged me." Nan Rongqi laughed strangely twice, hugging the bundle of clothes, not knowing what to say, as if he didn't expect this, and finally shut himself back in the room.

"..." Xiao Yihe squatted down halfway to look at the young man who fell on the ground, he saw that his eyes were closed, his brows were frowning, his face was pale and bloodless, and there was no additional expression.

Perhaps the senior sister of the Yin Yang Sect didn't see his face, that's why Xue Xuanwei's facial features were very rough, and nothing could be seen.

There is no temperature in the rose shadow, he can't touch the body of the younger brother, nor can he feel his mood.

But he suddenly felt that this kneeling figure was so familiar, not here, but somewhere else, he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it.

Xiao Yihe felt as if something was missing in his heart, he put his palm on his chest, feeling a little sad for a moment.

Moreover, Xue Xuanwei would actually kneel down, which greatly overturned his perception of this person.

He just sat in front of Nan Rongqi's threshold, accompanied Xue Xuanwei who was kneeling in the courtyard, and accompanied Nan Rongqi who was silent in the room.

I watched the sun rise and moon set boredly for a while, and swipe the rose shadow screen with my fingertips, watching Xue Xuanwei leave Chasing Moon Villa at sunrise, and when the night was like water, he came quietly again, Nan Rongqi still closed the door and disappeared, he Just standing on the green brick from last night, I don't know what I was thinking.

During the day, after Xue Xuanwei left, Nan Rongqi would stand by the window, staring at the door in a daze.

The two never meet face to face.

"One and two are...why bother?"

Xiao Yihe murmured, stood up slowly and swept the crumpled clothes, was about to go to the next screen, and couldn't help but look back at his old friend, then stopped suddenly.

Nan Rongqi lay a sword tassel in his hand, the tassels were wind-wrapped, red like a bright glow, he smoothed the silk thread disturbed by the mountain wind with his hands, as if hesitating for something.

Xiao Yihe saw the spike of the sword and remembered it.

It was some time before his death, he had nothing to do, so he made a sword tassel with his own hands.There were not many clean things left on his body, and his life was muddled, and when he woke up occasionally, he cut off a sliver of soul, a sliver of painstaking effort, and tempered this sword tassel.

It seems that this sword tassel was indeed handed over to Nan Rongqi for safekeeping.

Because he left a voice in Jiansui, telling Nan Rongqi to hand it over to his junior brother Xue Xuanwei when he felt it was necessary.

But he forgot to say, or he didn't know, what exactly is the "necessary timing".

Xiao Yihe tried hard to think back, but it had been a long time, and he really couldn't remember what the words were left at that time, but he always felt vaguely that they were not good last words.At least for now, he didn't want Xue Xuanwei to hear it.

Unexpectedly, the senior sister of the Yin-Yang Sect who sneaked into Chasing Moon Villa was so bold that she even got a glimpse of this.

Xiao Yihe moved the timeline of Guiying, intending to appreciate how the love story of "Master Nan Rong and Master Xue" developed later, but he accidentally pulled the time point too far, and saw Nan Rongqi's affection Hold Sect Master Xue's face tightly: "Xuan Wei, today we will forget about our previous enmity..."

——Just as they were about to hug each other, they were going to kiss like that.

Xiao Yihe: I'm blind, I'm so cheap, why should I watch it.

This filthy scene made him terrified, and his fragile spiritual energy was also on the verge of cracking, so he immediately closed his eyes and hurriedly withdrew from the Guiyingyu.

As soon as he pulled out, Xiao Yihe felt dizzy and felt dizzy for a while.

When I opened my eyes again, my vision was blurred and I was very tired.

Although I saw unexpected things in the Guiyingyu, but this broken bead is too exhausting!

He stood on the side of the street, leaning on the wall, thinking that he was not very familiar with Daichuan Street, how should he go back?

There's no need to panic, just fumble around and ask for directions, at worst, when it gets dark, Zhao Wendao finds that he hasn't returned, and they will naturally come out to look for him. Thinking about it this way, first, grab the cookie in your hand and eat it leisurely Take a few bites.

There was a buzzing overhead.

Just wondering, after a while, a hand stretched out to him.

Xiao Yihe looked at his palms, thought for a long time, and reluctantly put the two stove shortbreads hidden behind his back in his hands, one of which was bitten open visible to the naked eye, and put a bite on his hand. Falling, crispy to the point of slag falling off.

Afraid that he would not be satisfied, even sweet melon seeds were also offered.

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

He confiscated the melon seed pancakes, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his fingers carefully, paused, and said, "I can't see clearly anymore, my eyes."

Although it was a questioning tone, it was inexplicably very certain.

How did he know, Xiao Yihe looked over suspiciously, but didn't move, there was silence between the two of them for a while.

Xue Xuanwei's flat hand was firmly fixed in front of him, neither far nor near was just within the distance that he could roughly distinguish objects, his voice was slightly drawn out, and he said in deep thought: "Don't hold, do you want me to hug you?"

He gestured to stretch out his hands, Xiao Yihe was shocked, and immediately passed them up.

Some people, even if you want to lift the roof, they will reluctantly open a window for you.

Sect Master Xue didn't say any more, just picked him up and walked on Daichuan Street like no one else was there.

Crowded and bustling with people, although Xiao Yihe could not see the pedestrians clearly, he could clearly feel countless gazes sweeping back and forth on him.He thought of the Huangbeard Taoist's "Hate to Take His Wife", fearing that he would become someone else's drama material again, he wanted to pull his hand out several times, but Xue Xuanwei clamped him even tighter, as if he wanted to crush his own flesh and blood in his palm.

"..." Xiao Yihe gritted his teeth, but dared not speak out in anger, wondering if it was necessary to be so angry.

Xiao Yihe stared at him all the way, until he returned to the inn, was led upstairs by Xue Xuanwei, and led to the door, Xiao Yihe naturally pushed the door open, and was about to thank Master Xue for sending him back for not forgetting the villain's fault, but he just stepped over the threshold , he stopped.

——This smell of Xue, you can smell it as soon as you open the door!

He took half a step back and closed the door with a "bang": "Wrong way, goodbye!"

Xue Xuan said in a low voice: "Stop."

Xiao Yihe swallowed, his feet felt sticky.

Xue Xuanwei calmly said: "Come back."

Xiao Yihe hesitated for a long time, dawdled for a long time, thinking that he could still pull my head off, he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, pushed the door open and stepped in.

He only thought that he wanted to turn over his old account of going down the mountain privately, so he turned his eyes away, and bravely went to his death and said, "Sect Master Xue, I didn't go down the mountain on purpose - indeed, I ran into Senior Brother Chao by chance. Friends help!"

Xue Xuanwei had already developed a very high tolerance for his nonsense, and moved forward slowly.

He took a step forward, Xiao Yihe could only take a step back.

Finally, his heel hit the leg of the table, he throbbed in pain, and fell down on the round stool.

After a stalemate over half a cup of tea, Xue Xuanwei suddenly raised his hand to touch his cheek.

He leaned on the edge of the stool with both hands and was forced to look up. His pair of stern eyebrows and eyes were getting closer and gradually became clear in his eyes. He smashed the pot and said, "Is Sect Master Xue going to become a great gift here?"

Xue Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and then said "Huh?" with a slightly raised tone, noncommittal.

After a long while, he had seen enough of Xiao Yihe's groggy expression, those out-of-focus glazed eyes were filled with a faint brilliance, which was extremely seductive.But he still raised his wrist and put his palm on his eyes: "Close your eyes."

The two eyelashes in his palm refused to be honest and scratched his palm. This slightly uneasy gesture twitched the fine strings in his heart, almost like a prairie fire. It's not interesting to double cultivate with a blind man, do you want to try it?"

Xiao Yihe: "..."

His subordinates finally calmed down, and Xue Xuanwei took his pulse again: "This time is enough to keep you clear for two days."

Xiao Yihe blinked, then looked back at him, he was sitting upright on the other side of the tea table, maybe he went out in a hurry, and he didn't even fasten his belt.Her long, jet-black hair was draped across her shoulders, and was still damp with moisture, perhaps just after taking a bath.

Xue Xuan lowered his eyes slightly to serve the tea, and reminded: "Aren't you looking for me?"

He didn't hear an answer, saw him pick up the teacup, and let go of it again because it was so hot.

Xue Xuanwei grabbed the cup quickly with his eyes and hands, and when he looked up, he saw clear red bruised fingerprints on the place where his wrist had been clenched just now.

"...Hmm." Xiao Yihe frowned, breathing heavily.

Xue Xuanwei wondered if he was so fragile, like a piece of dough, leaving marks when pinched, "Why are you looking for me?"

Xiao Yihe came back to his senses, "Oh", and spread out his right palm to him, his eyes lit up: "Look, wooden thorn."

Xue Xuanwei took his hand, looked carefully, and found that the thin wooden thorn had penetrated deeply along the flesh under the palm, and frowned immediately, using two fingers to condense subtle spiritual power, guiding the Qi channel to push the wooden thorn out of the flesh, Said: "Put a thorn, why are you so happy."

"This is not ordinary wood." Xiao Yihe said, "This is wood from the ghost realm."

- wood in ghostland.

The ghostland was originally a vast void covered with yin and water, and the scenery and things in it all depended on the changing power of the ghostland master.

Therefore, it stands to reason that when the things in the ghost world return to the human world, some of them will dissipate by themselves.

But this wooden thorn is obviously an exception.

Xiao Yihe leaned on the table with one arm, and tilted his head to see Xue Xuanwei patiently and meticulously helping him with the wooden thorns pierced deep into the flesh: "I don't have much contact with wood in the ghost land, inns, wooden tables—"

He gasped.

Xue Xuanwei also remembered: "Wu Yueer's wooden doll."

Yes, Xiao Yihe once picked up that wooden doll, it was very special because it was soaked in Wu Yueer's blood.

"—Everlasting wood!"

The two looked at each other and said in unison.

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Legend has it that when the ancient gods first opened the world, in order to divide the Hongmeng, they used the backbone of the candle dragon to stand on the ground of the four elephants.Afterwards, these four dragon-spine sacred trees stretched for thousands of miles, good fortune for all living things, and formed the land veins of the five states.

From then on, all the spirits in the world are the heirs of the sacred tree, and they can live forever in four seasons.

And the so-called "longevity tree", that is, the tree watered with the blood of the earth spirit, can be burned in a raging fire, and ordinary people can eat it without dying.

In ancient times, there were countless gods and wood spirits. They absorbed the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth and had no desire to fight. However, because of the legendary "immortal tree", the grass spirits and wood spirits were still hunted and killed by people after the primordial transformation. It is used to quench the "longevity wood" for cultivation.

Up to now, Wuzhou Tiandi is far from being comparable to the thick and vigorous aura of ancient times. The cultivation of vegetation is even more difficult, and the wood spirits have become more hidden in the indiscriminate killings of nearly a thousand years, let alone catching one or two cunning wood spirits to temper them. Refining "longevity wood".

But by mistake, Wu Yue'er used human flesh and blood to achieve the spirit of the earth, which is simply the best root dish of "longevity wood".

——And the "little wooden figure" who was hugged tightly by Wu Yue'er and drenched in her blood has been no longer an ordinary piece of wood since then.

Xue Xuanwei took out a soul-locking orb from the spirit pouch, and there were a few stars of green aura faintly beating in it: "This is the remnant spirit of Wu Yueer that was taken out of you when you were unconscious. She has dissipated so badly that I can't ask anything anymore .”

He reached out to touch, but was stopped by Xue Xuanwei's sleeve: "Don't touch."

These disabled spirits especially loved Xiao Yihe's cold body, Xue Xuanwei didn't want to see his painful convulsions again.

Xiao Yihe withdrew his claws awkwardly: "You don't need to ask, I can see the memory in her remnant spirit, when the altar was damaged... I heard a man's voice."

"A man?" Xue Xuan asked slightly, "The benefactor she talks about."

"Well. He has been urging Wu Yue'er to open the ghost realm. Presumably it is to break the formation, take away her corpse, and also to find the whereabouts of the longevity tree... I am afraid that he is also related to the Songfeng sect's extermination case."

Xue Xuan responded slightly, expressing his agreement.

Xiao Yihe was confused: "What's the use of longevity wood for him?"

——That person not only has the power to communicate with ghosts, but also has the ability to make illusory puppets come true, which shows that he has a good cultivation.

With such power, no matter whether it is righteousness or evil spirits, as long as one continues to practice like this, one will naturally reach the sky. Do you still care about the mere "longevity tree" theory of immortality?

This is simply an act of giving up the root and chasing the end, and buying a basket for a pearl.

Xue Xuanwei said: "Earth spirit bones and blood-soaked spirit wood are also excellent materials for refining weapons. I'm afraid he has other plans, and..."

He glanced sideways at Xiao Yihe, and saw that his complexion was still not very good.

Moreover, that person clearly wanted Xiao Yihe's life.

"And..." Xiao Yihe said again, "Wu Yue'er is the incarnation of the earth spirit now, and has the ability of immortality. If the spirit energy was not directly smashed by someone, it would not be easily dissipated. It is not ordinary to smash the spirit energy of the earth spirit. sword."

Xue Xuanwei put his finger on the saber, did not speak, and was extremely silent.

There are only a handful of famous spirit swords in this world, and most of them are owned by reclusive masters, so it is absolutely impossible to do such a vicious thing.

The only ones in the world are Xue Xuanwei's "Cun Xin Bu Mei Sword", the "Chasing Stars and Chasing the Moon Bow" from Chasing Moon Villa, and the "Langa Zen Staff" from Dajue Ming Temple, and the owners of these three famous utensils are not the same people. .

So other than that...

Xiao Yihe suddenly realized something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide with a dignified expression.

No, in addition to this, there is another handle of Ukiyo's famous martial arts sword.

——Xiao Yihe's own "knowing me".

Back then on the sword trial cliff of Sword God Mountain, he fought Xue Xuanwei with "Knowing Me" in hand, and was pierced through the heart by a sword and died.

What about "know me"?Was it taken away by Xue Xuanwei, or was it chopped up on the spot like his bones?

He looked sideways at Xue Xuanwei, and he didn't believe that the majestic Sect Master Xue Xuanwei could think of anything he could think of. He tried to read something from the other party's expression.However, Xue Xuan lowered his narrow eyes slightly, and did not speak, not knowing what he was thinking about.

But he couldn't ask bluntly: Where did you get "know me"?

"...Know me."

Just when Xiao Yihe was about to give up exploring this question, a voice suddenly came from beside him, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes blinked in a panic, thinking that he had inadvertently let go of what was worrying him.

Xue Xuan sighed slightly: "After trying the sword cliff, 'Zhiwo' disappeared... I looked for it, but I couldn't find it."

At this moment, Xiao Yihe seemed to see the 15-year-old Xue Xuanwei, who would be sad because of a nest of birds that froze to death on the top of the Sword God Mountain in the cold weather, frustrated because he could not save another child during his travels, and would be praised by his master He copied the Heart Sutra neatly and was secretly delighted.

——I also feel guilty and disturbed because I accidentally lost my brother's weapon.

Xiao Yihe wanted to laugh a few times, but felt that it was too inappropriate. He lowered his head and meditated for a while, then suddenly asked: "Sect Master Xue, have I picked out my wooden thorn?"

"What's wrong, take a look, it's still hurting!"

Xue Xuanwei seemed a little surprised when he saw the hands stretched out in front of him and shaking them urgently.He hesitated to take the soft-soft palm, squeezed it in his hand and rubbed it.

The wooden thorns had been picked out long ago, Xiao Yihe didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything, and silently rubbed his cold fingers one by one to warm them up.

It was as if his heart was getting hotter.

Since the whereabouts of "knowing me" is a mystery, it can't be traced from this direction, so we have to change our thinking.

Fortunately, the person behind the scenes showed a lot of flaws. I don't know if the person deliberately exposed the fox's tail, or he thought he was so strong that he was not afraid to leave one or two handles.

Xiao Yihe asked: "Sect Master Xue, what do you think about puppetry?"

The puppet technique used by the puppet is by no means a low-level technique. Regarding these, the Puppet Sect should know best, especially his former friend, the young master of the Puppet Sect, Ning Wuzhi.

But speaking of it, since he was resurrected, there are many people in the world who praise Chasing Moon Villa along the way, but no one mentions the Puppet Sect.He used to worry a lot before, Ning Wuzhi was too soft-tempered, if he became the master of a sect in the future, he might not be able to convince others.

However, Xue Xuanwei was strangely silent again.

"..."

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yihe froze the smile on his face, and thought, "Know me" you can lose it, so can you lose such a big puppet sect?

But after thinking about it, the relationship between Xue Xuanwei and Ning Wuzhi has always been at odds, and it's normal that he doesn't like to mention Ning Wuzhi.

Speaking of this, it also has a background.

Xue Xuanwei has disliked the puppet sect for a long time, because he thinks its patriarchal clan is weird, its actions are unreasonable, and it has no sense of decency.

But back then Xiao Yihe didn't care about crooked people from famous families.

Just because the puppet sect is located in Danyangze, the climate is humid, and the seasons are like spring, he often goes to drink and enjoy the flowers, and does not return all night. Whenever he wakes up drunk on Ning Wuzhi's lap, he will see Xue Xuanweiban who comes to pick him up. A cold face.

Later, Xiao Yihe was discovered again when he went down the mountain privately.

His good master, looking at himself kneeling in front of the door, and at the snake thorn whip in his hand, was a little bit reluctant, but it would be wrong to continue indulging, so he closed his eyes and raised his wrist cruelly. Come on, without calculating the direction, he raised the snake-scale punishment whip with a blue-colored cold light, and whipped it down with a sound of "pop!".

He snorted, and his chest-front shirt was torn apart.

Xue Xuanwei rushed over after hearing the news, and frowned immediately when he saw his distressed appearance.

The master was also distressed. He used the penalty whip for the first time, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. The second whip couldn't let him go: "Yihe..."

He has lived for such a long time, but he is still innocent. This spiritual whip is in his hand, and the weapon follows its owner, so its power is naturally impressive.However, he just made up his mind to teach his disciples a good lesson this time, so he just started, so he couldn't give up halfway.

After hesitating, he turned his head to look at Xue Xuanwei who was on the side: "You can continue the remaining eleven lashes for the teacher."

"..." Xue Xuanwei's expression moved slightly. Just after receiving the punishment whip, the master withdrew his hand as if regretting it, and he immediately grabbed it firmly, "I will execute the punishment with care, so as not to insult the trust of the master."

The master opened his mouth, and he couldn't go back on what he said. After a moment of stalemate, Xue Xuanwei took the spirit whip halfway.

Seeing this, Xiao Yihe smiled brightly, winked at his junior brother, and said coquettishly: "Good junior brother, take it easy, I know you love senior brother the most—oh!"

Xue Xuanwei's complexion was very bad, and he raised his hand to give a whip. As soon as the word "Brother" slipped out of his mouth, the tone changed in pain, the ending sound rose sharply, and there was a bloodstain on his back immediately.

"Little bastard!" Xiao Yihe scratched the thread of clothes on his back and cursed.

Xue Xuanwei: "Take your hands away."

Just as Xiao Yihe lowered his hand, "Aww" came down with another whip. He grows up so big, he is unrestrained and unrestrained. He can kill ghosts just after learning how to lift a sword. Wherever the meaning of the sword points, he is always the one who bullies others. He has ever suffered half a cent.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he shouted: "Little bastard, you son of a bitch... I hurt you for nothing..."

The master originally hid in the inner room, and the hem of his clothes was just next to the big mahogany couch, when he heard the screams of pain rising and falling in the courtyard, he stood up again, even biting the color of his normally thin lips into a deep red.

He didn't go out until the count of eleven lashes was exhausted, he took back the punishment whip, and raised his hand to seal his spiritual energy for six months, and gave a lecture like a real teacher: "Yihe, remember today's lesson. In the future, be cautious in your words and deeds, and don't go down the mountain to make waves."

Xiao Yihe's eyes were reddish, and he gave an aggrieved "hmm".

When he was on the verge of falling, he seemed to see the master's robe move, but after all, the junior got closer and carried him back on his shoulder.

He was lying on the bed with a sullen face, and the clothes torn by the whip wind on his back were taken off by coefficients. He moaned and cursed twice, and then a splash of medicine was sprinkled on his back, and he bounced back in pain.

"Xue Xuanwei! Are you avenging your own private revenge?"

Along the spine, there is a beautiful and firm muscle. Xue Xuanwei applied the medicine neatly, and said in a cold tone, "What personal enmity do I have with my senior brother. Master ordered me to hold the whip, that's all."

He bit the corner of his pillow, and said angrily: "Yes, yes, Master is your heaven and your land. If I had known that this beating would be inevitable, I should have drank a few jars of wine at Wuzhi before coming back... ...Ouch, take it easy!"

"..." Xue Xuanwei tightly squeezed the medicine bottle in his hand, pulled up a brand new obscene garment and threw it on his back, "Go and ask Young Master Ning to give you the medicine."

"you……"

He was beaten and his soul was sealed, so he was even more angry with Xue Xuanwei who was holding the whip.Although he knew that if the spirit whip was really punished by the master, he might not see any good flesh on his body after twelve whips; but this bastard can whip it whenever he wants, why bother so hard!

He was angry with Xue Xuanwei and refused to talk to him, but he lost his spiritual power and behaved like an ordinary person, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.So after three days of cold war, he couldn't hold back his anger, endured a back injury, and ran to find his junior brazenly.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw him sitting in the room copying the Heart Sutra, so he went up and smiled and said, "Junior brother, good junior brother, can I borrow some spiritual power from senior brother?"

Xue Xuan kept his pen moving: "Brother wants to be beaten again."

Xiao Yihe stared at him: "Do you want to borrow it?"

Xue Xuan raised his eyes slightly, and put down his pen quietly: "Master, don't allow it."

"...Hmph. The mind is smaller than that door lock!"

"..."

six months!How can I bear it!

He pondered for a few days, slapped his thigh, and slipped away after a few days of recovery from the injury.

After Xiao Yihe went down the mountain, he went straight to the Puppet School, shamelessly pestering Ning Wuzhi to teach him the "blood seal technique".

This technique is one of the incantations of the Puppet School, and it is based on the life and spirit of a person.

In this way, even if his spiritual energy is sealed, he can still use spiritual power.

Ning Wuzhi couldn't stand his entanglement, and repeatedly asked: "Yihe, only use it at critical moments!"

Although for Xiao Yihe, who has no shape, the "critical moment" is to consume a little bit of innocuous energy, to gather flames and gather water, attract flowers to fly mist... More often, it is used to tease girls.

He is best at kneading fireworks with this technique, which can change instantly when flying into the sky, and half of the night sky is shining brightly, reflecting the brilliance in the eyes of the fairies, everyone is shocked and sighs.

Xiao Yihe lied that Ning Wuzhi and Nan Rongqi borrowed his spiritual power. He thought that as long as he didn't tell it, no one would see it.

It's a pity that Xue Xuanwei is too smart, and quickly discovered his flaws, saw through the essence of this technique, and called it a "life-burning gadget", and sooner or later he would play with fire and set himself on fire.

It was precisely because of this incident that Xue Xuanwei hated Ning Wuzhi even more, thinking that he was a heretic, almost to the point where he drew his sword to fight each other when he saw Ning Wuzhi.

Nan Rongqi was also shocked when he found out, and he and Ning Wuzhi scolded him and Ning Wuzhi with [-] words each.

Said that he was going to die of laziness, the majestic head disciple of Sword God Mountain, the future leader of the world's swordsmanship, could come up with such a harmful move of burning his own essence, blood, energy, energy, and spirit, which is different from those who hang a big cake around their necks but still be hungry. Like a dead fool, it is true that there are some problems in the brain.

At that time, Xiao Yihe didn't think it was a big deal. After all, he practiced super fast. The so-called blood spirit is just equivalent to two pots of good wine and a table of delicious feasts. He can recover in a short time.

The most important thing is that the master banned him for six months, which is more uncomfortable than taking his life.

For him, who is young and energetic, that is more important than being able to please the pretty fairies.

Besides, if you really want to talk about it, it is fair to trade lifespan for spiritual power.

The so-called "Tao" is obstructive and long, and it is impossible for a person to become stronger out of thin air, unless the most precious lifespan is exchanged. Doesn't this correspond to the saying "the way of heaven is permanent"?Besides, he uses his own blood and courage, even if he is unlucky in the future, he will also be unlucky to himself, and he does not harm others, how can it be called a sorcery.Since it is not magic, there is nothing wrong with him using it occasionally.

Nan Rongqi was so angry that his toothache got angry, and he said that this was a fallacy and a sophistry.

Xiao Yihe said on his lips that it was fine, that he didn't need it anymore, but he ignored it behind his back, and he could do whatever he wanted.

……

If it is said that Xue Xuanwei and Nan Rongqi can still sit down and talk kindly, drink tea and chat, he really doesn't have a good face towards Ning Wuzhi.No matter how Xiao Yihe tried to mediate, it was of no avail.

Even Xiao Yihe often felt that his unreasonable hostility towards Ning Wuzhi was not just a simple dispute between good and evil, but he couldn't tell where it came from, and Xue Xuanwei's twisted personality would definitely not be compatible with him. tell.

This truth has become an unsolved mystery after all.

That is to say, Ning Wuzhi has a good temper, always laughs it off, and never argues with him, otherwise the two of them would have fought each other to the death.

He was thinking of Ning Wuzhi, and he was in a daze for a while, until Xue Xuan slightly loosened the soft and comfortable fingers that had been kneaded, then he slowly flapped his eyelids a few times, and looked over with some confusion.

Xue Xuanwei took out a sound transmission talisman between two fingers, threw it into the void, and it turned into a stream of light in an instant.

After a while, a spiritual light lit up where the autobiographical note disappeared.

The spell pattern on the sound transmission talisman is special, and it should be specially used to contact a certain person.

Xiao Yihe was thinking who he was looking for, the next moment, an unexpected but very familiar voice sounded from the aura.

——Nan Rongqi teased and said:

"Sect Master Xue, what are you looking for me for? Don't you avoid me?" He paused suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he picked up the sword in his hand, worried like a cannonball, "But what happened to Daichuan? You Is it okay? Is there any injury? I'll come right now!"

"..." Xiao Yihe stared at the aura in amazement, not knowing whether the two people had a good relationship or not.

Back then, he forced Xue Xuanwei to kneel down, causing people to suffer great shame and humiliation.A few days ago, they hacked each other with swords and scolded each other across the air in the Fuyun Palace, and they only missed cutting their robes to judge righteousness, which is well known all over the world.

Now, upon hearing that Dai Chuan was ill, he acted as if he was afraid that something would happen to Xue Xuanwei, which was really rare.

Your own son is still suffering in Daichuan, why haven't you been so concerned about him? !