The old Gong who died for the world is back

Shi Jianfeng vomited blood, and Xiao Youci's condition was not very good.

He returned to his residence, and drove Feng Langyue away. He was about to settle down in Yan Tong, but his eyes darkened, and he spit out a mouthful of blood—was he affected by the inner demon? Not as smooth as before.

After all, Shi Jianfeng was still in the late stage of Yuanying, so he gave him a blow, and he himself was backlashed by his true strength.

At this moment, he couldn't suppress the aura boiling in his body.

They screamed in his meridians, as if they would tear him apart at any moment.

The hand that held Yan Tong was released, Xiao Youci's fair complexion became a little paler, his whole body was as pale as a piece of paper, only the corners of his eyes showed a strange redness.

Reddened eyes - a sign of obsession.

But now he can't be enchanted no matter what, Xiao Youci closed his eyes slightly, and said to Yan Tong next to him: "Let's go with your senior brother, they will give you a place to live, I have something to do as a teacher, I need to retreat for a few days, no Before leaving the customs, don't bother me."

Xiao Youci closed his eyes, but he didn't see that the innocence had faded from Yan Tong's eyes. He stood there with dark eyes, which seemed to be able to swallow everything.

The smile on the corner of his lips was weirdly distorted, but what came out of his mouth was an immature voice that still only belonged to a child.

Yan Tong said softly: "Yes, Master."

After Yan Tong left, Xiao Youci could no longer support his body and fell to the ground suddenly.

The smooth ground reflected his pale face, his wrists under the coarse cloth were as thin as a stick, and his slender fingers opened and closed slightly, as if trying to grab something.

Xiao Youci has fallen into a coma, and he is still chanting two words.

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

come back soon.

do not go.

Please...don't go.

He gradually shrank into a ball, returning to the most original state when he was in the mother's body.

……

There are not many places where people can live at the top of Tianxuan Peak.

There is only one small courtyard in total, the mountain behind the small courtyard is the highest peak of Tianxuan Peak, Xiao Youci's retreat place, no one else is allowed to enter, what's inside, even Brother Feng Langyue doesn't know.

Yan Tong walked out of Xiao Youci's room, but saw two brothers standing at the door waiting for him. The two brothers looked alike, but slightly different. Feng Langxing looked gentler, and Feng Langyue's eyes were more coquettish. When looking at Yan Tong, his eyes rolled straight, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.

But in the end, it was Feng Langyue who came forward first and greeted Yan Tong: "You are Master's new junior brother? Don't be afraid, we have few people on Tianxuan Peak and few things to do. You are young, we will Take good care of you."

Although he was smiling, Yan Tong couldn't feel the temperature in his eyes.

Yan Tong nodded, with a little timidity in his eyes.

Feng Langyue didn't like him very much.

In fact, no matter who Xiao Youci brought up, he didn't like it.

He and his elder brother joined the master's school 15 years ago. There are many rumors about them in the outside world, which are not very good. The master has always been lukewarm to them, and their cultivation has not improved. I was very worried that I would be abandoned by Master.

Fortunately, these years, Xiao Youci did not accept new apprentices. Although he was worried, he could barely rest assured.

But now, suddenly a child came, Feng Langyue couldn't let go of her heart.

He looked at Yan Tong carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was not pleasing to the eye. He always had a feeling that this child would bring great trouble to Master.

So he stood in front of Yan Tong with his sleeves folded, raised his eyebrows and said: "We greet you sincerely, why don't you even say a word? We are your senior brothers."

Yan Tong just woke up like a dream, and said hello to Feng Langyue timidly: "I met senior brother, I... My name is Yan Tong."

"So it's called Yan Tong." Feng Langxing looked a little easier to get along with, he smiled and said, "I'll take you to your room."

The small courtyard on Tianxuan Peak is not big, it is more than enough to accommodate four people.

Yan Tong squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly, his eyes became more timid.

But Feng Langyue stepped forward and waved her hands in front of him: "Why don't you talk? Don't be a fool, right?"

Yan Tong clenched his lower lip. Standing in the wind and snow of Tianxuan Peak, the little man looked extremely thin. Some tears leaked from the corners of his dark eyes, and he whispered: "Tong'er...isn't a fool .”

It was the first time Feng Langyue saw someone who was more wronged than him, she frowned, turned around and left: "Come here, I will arrange a room for you."

Yan Tong followed Feng Langyue, and soon they came to the door of a house, Feng Langyue pushed the door open and said, "From today onwards, this is your room, and you need to go down the mountain to find it for your daily meals. .”

Yan Tong didn't understand, so he raised his head and asked Feng Langyue: "But brother...don't immortals have to fast? Why...do you still have to eat?"

When he asked, Feng Langyue's face turned dark.

The entire Linxian Sect knew that Xiao Youci's two apprentices were useless. They had been in the academy for 15 years, but they hadn't even established a foundation.

Only after the foundation is established, can the body be nourished with spiritual energy, completely without food.

Except for those outer disciples who were in charge of sweeping inside the sect, there were only the two brothers, and they had to go to the cafeteria of Tianxuan Peak to eat regularly.

Feng Langyue managed to squeeze out an ugly smile: "Junior brother, you don't know something. A cultivator has to practice to establish a foundation before he can live without food. You are still young, and you still need to grow your body. At least you have to wait for your body to establish a foundation." You need to grow up... Otherwise, the sooner you build a foundation and stabilize your body, you will never grow up as a child forever."

Of course he was scaremongering, but Yan Tong seemed to be really frightened by him, and backed away again and again: "Then I won't build the foundation, I will build the foundation when I grow up!"

Feng Langyue: "..."

He and his senior brother have been busy for so many years, but they haven't reached the foundation establishment. The child said casually, foundation establishment is as simple as eating a jelly bean?

Maybe it's really that simple. I heard that Jiang Zhiyan, the first disciple of Linxianmen, formed a golden pill at the age of 13. After going down the mountain for ten years, he came back to the Nascent Soul Realm.

From Qi training to foundation building, maybe it just passed in the blink of an eye.

However, people are different in this world. Feng Langyue breathed a sigh of relief, flicked her sleeves, and said, "Anyway, you can settle down here. My brother and I have to go to practice, so you can rest on your own."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Feng Langxing knew at a glance that he was angry. He was a little helpless, but he didn't bother to intervene. He just said to Yan Tong: "Master is still in seclusion. No matter what happens, don't disturb him. If you have something to do, you can go down the mountain." The presbytery hall, ask the elders to deal with it."

After speaking, he also left.

Yan Tong was thrown at the door of the hut, he stood in the wind and snow for a while, finally turned around stupidly, and pushed open the door behind him.

The wooden door made a sour "squeak" sound, and the smell of decay wafted out. The house probably had no owner for a long time. Although there were no mosquitoes, snakes and rats, there was dust everywhere. Floating in the air.

The facilities in the room are also very simple, a table, a bed, a stool, nothing else.

The window was still broken, and the wind was blowing in through the hula.

Yan Tong gave a chill. He walked in and closed the door, but he felt that it didn't matter whether the door was closed or not. There was a strong wind outside and a small wind inside, and it sounded colder.

He hugged himself tightly and walked to the bed, but only saw a dusty quilt on the bed. He didn't know who had slept on this bed before, and it was so dirty that the color could not be seen.

The cloth quilt has been cold as iron for many years.

It's about now.

The expression on the child's face changed several times, and finally, a phantom floated out of his body, and said gloatingly: "It seems that your junior brother really doesn't know how to raise children. approach him like that."

"Hey, you won't be frozen to death if you don't get out of customs, right?"

"To shut up."