Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

At three quarters of Yin time, Xiao Yihe was already standing upright in Fuyun Hall, he was so sleepy that he turned his head upside down.

But this bastard didn't seem to see him, he walked up and down in the hall, flipped through books and poured tea, brushed his pen and ink, all in all he just ignored him.

Until Xiao Yihe staggered from sleepiness, almost turned his head forward, and fell asleep.

Sect Master Xue glanced at the gray color of the sky, and said, "Go."

"..." Xiao Yihe blinked his sleepy eyes, but didn't understand, "Where are you going?"

Xue Xuanwei leaned against the window, browsing the book in his hand calmly, and slowly picked up a cup of tea with his left hand: "Aren't you going to be a cloud by my window to shade me?"

Xiao Yihe: "..."

After a while, the sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" sounded in the empty hall, and he tapped the bottom of the teacup on the window sill, the clearer and longer, the lingering sound.

"Why, could it be that what he said that day was all lies?" He stroked the hilt of the sword in front of him with his fingers, as if deciding where to stab the next sword based on his answer, "Huh?"

He was referring to that day in the Red Maple Forest.

The tiger falls in Pingyang, if you can bear it, you can bear it, and you must not bite the dog.

"How could it be nonsense, it's naturally from the bottom of my heart - I'm going now!" Xiao Yihe took a deep breath, listened to the death-like sound of jade, and walked along the outer wall of Fuyun Hall. Stand outside the window.

The sun was about to break through the clouds gradually, and some fragments of sunlight were the first to shine down. Even though Xiao Yihe suffers from eye diseases, he also had a premonition that the sun must be very vicious today.

Xue Xuan said unhurriedly: "Closer, don't cover it."

Xiao Yihe resisted not to vent this resentment on Xue Zongzhu's face, and moved his noble feet.

Xue Xuan shook his head slightly, sighed and said, "Come closer."

"..."

Xiao Yihe moved straight to the coffin with his back against the window, and he was about to fall in if he got close. Only then did Sect Master Xue nodded in satisfaction, and he really regarded him as an umbrella for the sun, and went to read his files with his head bowed.

For a moment, there were only two breathing sounds of different lengths by the window, and the sound of bubbling tea being brewed.

Until the sun was high, Xiao Yihe was paralyzed by the window like a sun-dried mushroom, his body was not inediat, his stomach was empty and hungry, so he couldn't help saying: "Sect Master Xue, I'm hungry. "

Xue Xuanwei was unusually straightforward, and waved his hand and ordered: "Serve a bitter meal..."

"No!" Xiao Yihe was shocked, thinking of the three bitter and desperate meals that Xiaodaotong said, and said with tears, "I suddenly feel that I am not so hungry. Thank you, Sect Master Xue, I can still persevere."

Xue Xuan pondered for a moment, then replied as if helplessly: "Okay, that's fine."

There are no lectures on Taoism, let alone sect rules, it's just a simple punishment to stand.

It's too ruthless, Xiao Yihe's heart collapsed, I have never hungry you when you grow up, I am not willing to let you bask in the sun, this time I just said a few big words in the red maple forest, you just abused a There are no bigu disciples.

This is the disgrace of the Daoist sect, and it is a sign of the impending doom of the Daoist sect!

It was almost noon, and Xiao Yihe felt that his fairy spirit was about to come out of his forehead, so Sect Master Xue asked Daotong to bring two plates of snacks and put them on the window sill. He didn't care whether it was sweet or salty. , Grab it and chew it.

After eating happily, I saw an extra cup of tea by the window, without thinking about where the tea came from, I poured it into my mouth in suspense.

Unexpectedly, after he took the green tea into his mouth, Xue Xuanwei said slowly: "That's my cup."

Xiao Yihe's cheeks were bulging, he swallowed heavily, wiped the inside and outside of his sleeves before holding them in both hands, and handing them back: "Please."

It was rare for Sect Master Xue not to care about it, and he put the cup away in a good mood, gathered it in his hand to play with it, and continued to flip through the book with concentration and abstinence.

In the silent place, Xiao Yihe poohed at him.

He was punished to stand during the day, and at night he sent Xiaodao Tong to read the rules of the Taichu family to him.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, listening to Tao Tong's reading in boredom, and threw a magic flower on the wooden pane of the bamboo house.

The flower hit the window pane, and was instantly swallowed by the dense magic circle all over it.

He listened to the rules of the door, but his mind started to spin around.

Xue Xuanwei did not restrict his freedom, but every time he crossed the threshold of the bamboo house, it would cause slight fluctuations in spiritual power. Obviously, there was a restriction in this room to inform someone of his every move.

I also tried going down the mountain, but there are restrictions outside the peak, and Xue Xuanwei's jade order is required to enter and exit Fuyun Peak.

Xiao Yihe was unsure for a moment - did he suspect me, or did he not?

Today Xiaodaotong came to deliver food again.

Xiao Yihe was pawing at the non-distinctive Taoist sect dedicated to green cabbage, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he wanted to die happily, so he asked for trouble, "Is there anything... your suzerain hates?"

Xiaodaotong speaks clearly.

"The suzerain has always taught us to treat all things as equal, and not to like or dislike."

"..." Xiao Yihe was not reconciled, and took two mouthfuls of rice, and suddenly had an idea, and asked Xiao Daotong again, "Is there any forbidden area, things that are not allowed to be touched, and rooms that are not allowed to enter... that is. The kind, the kind where your suzerain will kill with a sword once you touch it?"

Xiao Daotong thought for a while, then Nahan said: "The suzerain is the leader of the Taoist sect, he is open and upright, how can such a place be set up, you are so strange."

Xiao Yihe: "..."

What a leader of the Taoist sect, he is upright and upright, and the most despicable thing he has done in his life is sitting in front of you!

He steals someone's wife!

In the early morning of the second day, Xiao Yihe, who had nothing to gain, was again like a mushroom outside Fuyun Hall.

But thanks to his good mushrooms a few days ago, as soon as he arrived at his post today, he found a small tea set on the windowsill. The small round pot is simple and cute, and can be closed with a slap of the hand. There is special spiritual power on the pot. It can be inexhaustible.

His old mushroom finally didn't have to be dried.

After swallowing a mouthful, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Xiao Yihe naturally didn't know that Xue Xuanwei glanced at him, only heard him turn a page of the scroll.

Holding the tea in his hand, he secretly looked at the blurred figure in the window, thinking that the master of the sect is so free that he doesn't need to do anything but read a book in the sun, and I can do it if I come.

Just as he was wandering in the sky, a booklet was suddenly handed in front of him. His eyesight was not good, so he could only put down the teacup first, and then bent his head down to carefully look at the cover—"The Secret Heart Sutra of Absolute Beginning".

...what a random name.

"The treasure of the town school is now taught to you." Xue Xuan said slightly, pointing to the wooden case beside him, "Come in."

Xiao Yihe was sober on the spot, so generous, opened his eyes, and knew that it was wrong to abuse his disciples?

Although he felt that it was outrageous for someone to write "secret biography" on the treasure of the Zhenpai, he still picked up the treasure and walked towards the main hall along the outer wall. He casually flipped through a few pages, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Walking in front of Xue Xuanwei, Xiao Yihe's eyes twitched: "...what is this?"

"Secret Heart Sutra," Xue Xuanwei put out a set of pens and ink, and said seriously, "Copy it ten times, and you will be able to trace the source and prolong your life."

Xiao Yihe turned back the title page, put his nose on it and carefully looked at the gap between the cover and the title page, as expected, there was a glue mark, and he was so angry that he slapped this "treasure" on the wooden case.

Pooh!What is the secret Heart Sutra? Isn't this the Master punishing him every day to copy the Meditation Sword God Mountain Heart Sutra?

Xue Xuanwei just tore off the original cover and pasted a new one, and it was so perfunctory that there were even graffiti that Xiao Yihe drew back then on the title page!

He has copied this thing not only a hundred times, but also thousands of times. Not only can he copy it, but he can also write it upside down.Copying this boring thing several times, not to mention prolonging life, people will shorten their life by three years!

Xue Xuan brushed the Heart Sutra on the case with his fingertips, stared at the scribbled piece, and said casually: "It's been 70 years, if he's still alive—"

As he spoke, he turned to "Song Yao", his gaze deepened, "Don't ever think about leaving again."

"!!"

Xiao Yihe shuddered all over his body, and even heard a bit of paranoia from the last half of the sentence. He didn't dare to think about the terrifying meaning behind it, and immediately picked up the book, as if he had found a treasure, and sincerely praised: "Such a secret treasure of the sect , the disciples must copy it carefully and never pass it on to the outside world!"

Xue Xuan said slightly: "Aren't you curious who it is?"

Xiao Yihe swallowed: "Sovereign master's words, how dare you make wild guesses."

Xue Xuan withdrew his gaze slightly, calmly: "Well, copy it carefully."

Xiao Yihe stared and opened his eyes blindly to touch the pen, dipped it indiscriminately, and didn't know how much ink was dipped.

He looked at his hand and fell into thought. This hand is not a hand, but a lump of meat. It is hard to distinguish where the five fingers are. It is too difficult for him to write well.

After thinking about it for a while, I broke the jar and finished writing.

There are only seven or eight big characters on one page for him to squander. The characters are crooked and bigger than the mouth of a bowl. Because of his bad eyesight, he suffers from writing. After drawing more than ten sheets, his eyes hurt, and he rubs while writing.

While he was writing, he had time to think about it, and it turned out that 70 years had passed.

Xue Xuanwei was leaning against the window to flip through the files of the sect's affairs in recent years. In the past, he didn't care about these trivial matters, but these days he has some spare time to look into them. Just looking at them, he heard "Pa-ta, Pa-ta" He looked up at the sound of small water droplets hitting the paper.

A cluster of bright sun slanted into the window, gathered a bunch of light dust, and reflected mottled circles of light around Xiao Yihe's forehead and cheeks, and there was water vapor in the light.

He squinted one eye, and while scribbling on the paper, he daubed his face with his hands, so that the tears mixed with ink were everywhere under the tip of his nose and eyes.

Xue Xuan was slightly taken aback.

His eyes glanced at the few sheets that were casually thrown on the ground. The characters were rotten in a mess, the roots were crooked and soft, and they lacked the chic writing style of Jianshenshanren.

Xiao Yihe was struggling to "draw" words on the paper, when suddenly a cool knuckle touched his chin, pinched his face and turned away.

Soaked in the light, Xue Xuanwei's figure seemed to be bathed in a layer of charm in his eyes, a bit like a golden fairy descending to earth, he squinted hard to try to see clearly, and felt a soft plain silk rubbing on his face.

Xue Xuan dipped his tea slightly and wiped his face clean: "You don't have to be so grateful to Dade."

His face was scorching hot, and Xiao Yihe was about to open his mouth to praise the suzerain's virtues against his conscience, when suddenly a ray of light shot out from the corner of his eyes.

Xue Xuan grabbed it slightly.

As soon as he let go, a puff of white smoke came out from the aura, and then Nan Rongqi's angry voice came out: "Xue Xuanwei! You stinking shameless, give it back to my daughter-in-law—"

Sect Master Xue pinched his fingertips and pressed him to death: "Who is making noise?"

Xiao Yihe was silent for a while, and said: "...This is your cheap relative, my cheap father-in-law."

Xue Xuanwei's face darkened: "Don't mention it again in the future, copy the book seriously."

Inexplicably, Xiao Yihe felt a chill in his voice... Well, it seems that Sect Master Xue is very dissatisfied with this in-law.

He watched his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and just lowered his head, another spiritual light flew in for a while.

"Xue Xuanwei! How dare you pinch my voice transmission spell!"

Xue Xuanwei wanted to raise his finger again, but he didn't know what to think of, so he didn't cut it off immediately.Instead, he picked up the aura of voice transmission on his fingertips, sealed Xiao Yihe's voice with a definitive spell, and then asked: "There are so many famous daughters, why are you so obsessed with a male disciple who is stupid and has no future?"

Xiao Yihe: "..."

"Nonsense!" Nan Rongqi resented, and said quickly, "I used the golden bird feather to make this family back then, which is a symbol of the morality of my Chasing Moon Villa. Once it is sent out, he will go through thick and thin and never look back. He is an ordinary mortal, I I will also take care of him for the rest of my life. Now everyone in the world knows that Song Yao is my young wife of Chasing Moon Villa, but you kidnap him in public and embarrass me, how can I let you..."

Xue Xuanwei listened to his babble full of righteousness, but kept looking at the corner of Song Yao's mouth, and saw that there was a ink spot that was not wiped clean.

He looked at the plain silk in his hand, feeling unbearably irritable in his heart, and said in a rather harsh tone: "Since it's taking care of it, it's the same for you and me to take care of it."

"Xue Xuanwei, don't go too far! If it wasn't for Yi--" Nan Rongqi spoke halfway, and then swallowed it back.

He threw away what he didn't know at hand, and asked back: "Then why do you insist on detaining a male disciple with stupid qualifications and no future?"

Xiao Yihe, who was evaluated one by one as "dumb and hopeless": Are you sure you didn't just want to scold me?

Xue Xuan didn't answer, and said after a long time: "We're gone."

After he finished speaking, he pinched the aura, picked up the Supa and wiped away the ink spots at the corner of Song Yao's mouth.The action was so rude that he didn't seem to be wiping his mouth, as if he was using sandpaper to scrape his skin.

The master of Nanrong sect continued to issue sound transmission curses without giving up, but all of them were stopped outside the hall by a wave of his sleeves by sect master Xue.

Xiao Yihe was covering the corner of his mouth and scolding the two of them in his heart, when suddenly he felt dark, and the smell of the quiet Taoist incense was getting closer, although he couldn't see it, he felt that Xue Xuanwei was close at hand, and his eyes were fixed on him.

He hastily grabbed the pen and continued to draw his big characters, but the handwriting was obviously a little absent-minded.

Xue Xuanwei asked him about his experience: "You also worked as a floating cloud outside the palace for a few days, how did you feel?"

Xiao Yihe pondered his meaning, thinking whether he wanted to listen to the good ones or the bad ones, and how to answer so that he was so angry that he threw himself down the mountain. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he realized that the categorical spell was not broken.

This was just playing with him, and she didn't want to hear his answer at all, so she could only stare at his figure resentfully.

Xue Xuanwei was used to being a high mountain, and was not afraid of being stared at by others. He tapped the book case slowly with his index finger, and calmly repeated: "I remember you said in the red forest. Every time you think of my suzerain, you will be intoxicated. Flying like a god, fluttering in your mind..."

"I can't help myself."

"Be born to be my person, and die to be my ghost."

"..."

Sect Master Xue repeated the nonsense that he had uttered nonsense, Xiao Yihe's face became hot, and his skin was cracked.

He knew that this little bastard was still remembering Hong Fenglin's grudge!Such a big man, but still so narrow-minded, the 70 years I haven't seen have been in vain!

Xiao Yihe scolded in his heart angrily, when the sound of sleeves fluttering suddenly sounded in his ears, he raised his head subconsciously.

too close.

When he raised his head, Xue Xuanwei leaned over, and the two of them were so close that Xiao Yihe could clearly see Xue Xuanwei's indifferent phoenix eyes with his disabled eyes, which seemed to reflect himself.He was short of breath for a moment.

At this time, Xue Zongzhu, who had been in the sun for several days, didn't know that the string was wrong, so he suddenly leaned forward and approached again.

The face in front of him became clearer and more familiar, until he felt the warm breath on his lips clearly, Xiao Yihe's stunned mind suddenly came back to his senses, and he withdrew abruptly.

He was surprised, could it be possible that this bastard really coveted Song Yao?

It's a pity that death is like a lamp being extinguished, and the one who takes over this body is the demon he hates so much and kills with his own hands.

Xue Xuanwei, who had been staring at Xiao Yihe's eyes for a long time, chuckled lightly at this moment, and covered his neck with his bony palm, pushing him back to the previous position without refusal.

He repeated again: "Be born to be my man, and die to be my ghost."

Being forced to keep his head down, this Xue Xuanwei actually started to repeat those words again!It's endless, it's really embarrassing.Xiao Yihe clenched his fists and wanted to punch this handsome face, but the sudden words in his ears made him unable to react.

"Since that's what you want, go back and rest after copying the book, and prepare for the ceremony in seven days."

"What ceremony?" Xiao Yihe was a little confused.

Xue Xuanwei's lips curved slightly, as if he was very happy, he tilted his head slightly and approached Xiao Yihe's ear, and the hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck: "Jiji Grand Ceremony."

Xiao Yihe's mind went blank, he couldn't believe it: "... What, what?"

Xue Xuanwei happily said, "Combination."

Xiao Yihe took a breath, and asked in a trembling voice: "He, He... and who?"

Xue Xuan said leisurely: "With you."

Xue Xuanwei was unhurried, not afraid that he could not hear clearly, and repeated it completely, clearly, and word by word: "Seven days later, you and I will have a grand ceremony." He pronounced the words "you and me" very emphatically. .

"..."

Xiao Yihe's mind was full of noise, he felt that the soul that had just entered the master had already risen up, he escaped a marriage with great difficulty, and he just came out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's mouth.Xue Xuanwei is ambitious and daring, he keeps saying that he wants to "look after" the nephew and daughter-in-law for the Nanrong family, but he intends to "look after" the niece and daughter-in-law in bed?

70 years have passed, Xue Xuanwei has not learned anything good, but has learned to rob Mrs. Yazhai by force.

He didn't want to face such a cruel reality.

He simply rolled his eyes and closed his breath, and fell dizzy.