I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

"Hu Jun, where are you going so late?"

Hu Jun looked back and saw that it was Tao Xiaoer who followed him, raised his eyelids and said, "Why are you following?"

Tao Xiaoer: "Is your young master back?"

Seeing him eagerly approaching, Hu Jun became more vigilant: "My young master, it's not your young master, why are you inquiring about this?"

Tao Xiaoer snorted: "Our little lord asked me to pay attention to Feng Ling's news, and said that when he came back, he would meet Feng Ling as soon as possible, and he couldn't lose to..."

Speaking of this, he showed a look of "you understand". Although the relationship between Tao Xinyuan and Hu Yibai has always been bad, it has nothing to do with him and Hu Jun.

It was obviously just an ordinary statement, but in Hu Jun's ears, there was an overtone immediately.

He looked at the latter and smiled, and said in a melodious tone: "Let me tell you, I didn't become the suzerain's apprentice, so I tried my best to win Feng Ling over. It's useless, let me tell you, no matter how powerful Feng Ling is, he can't do it." They are just disciples of Xuanming Palace, only our young master is the suzerain's direct disciple, you tell him not to waste his efforts in vain."

Looking at his back twisting his waist triumphantly, Tao Xiaoer's flat mouth was speechless.

The suzerain's direct disciple is Hu Yibai, what does it have to do with you as a servant?

I really thought that I could share honor and disgrace with my master.

cut.

Looking at Hu Yibai's face illuminated by the moonlight, Feng Ling lost the astonishing coquettishness of the past, with a three-pointed sickness, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Like a group of catkins that disperse when blown.

resembles.

It's really very weak and crumbling, as if it will be unable to hold on and roll down the stone steps in the next moment.

But just now he was fooled by this appearance, and he really thought he was going to die soon.

Especially seeing large swaths of blood staining his vision, he couldn't help but recall the night when Feng's family was wiped out, he hugged his parents' corpses, and didn't dare to look at their gradually graying eyes.

He thought he had to face it again, the pain of watching life go by but being helpless, but he didn't expect that he had been pretending to be asleep!

Does he think that death is indifferent to anyone and can be used as a joke?When testing others' touchstone?

He couldn't understand how painful that moment was!

Forget it, whether he understands or not has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling simply looked away. There are some things that not everyone can empathize with. After all, he has never experienced it, and people's sorrows and joys are not connected.

Feng Ling looked at him clutching her hand, and said coldly: "Short story."

Hu Yibai smiled wryly: "Why do you hate me so much? I admit that it's wrong to lie to you, but I never and never thought of harming you."

Feng Ling frowned and emphasized: "I made a long story short."

He is about to be taken away by the demons, and he is still talking here, does he not want to live anymore?

But in Hu Yibai's eyes, he was so impatient that he didn't even want to listen to himself say a word.

Hu Yibai nodded helplessly: "Okay, let me make a long story short. I can swear that what I told you before is true, but there is one more thing I didn't say."

He looked at Feng Ling's impatient eyes, and held the other's hand tightly: "When you expressed your heart to me before, I really thought about it seriously, and the answer I gave you was definitely not following the trend, but I thought about it for a long time. The result. Now you are still a few months away from reaching the crown year, and I don’t know when I will come out of this retreat, so I told you in advance.”

At this time, a row of paper cranes seemed to sense Hu Yibai's breath, and immediately flew over in groups.

Feng Ling didn't expect that he would actually say this. When is this, and then saw the paper crane flying not far away, and immediately said: "Forget about those things before."

"No, you don't have to respond to me, but I can't forget it. And this is the answer I owe you, and I have to give it back to you."

Feng Ling looked at a group of paper cranes, quietly forming a circle behind Hu Yibai, waiting to record what Hu Yibai said next, her embarrassment instantly burned.

Pushing his hand: "You don't need to pay it back, go back quickly!"

Looking at Feng Ling's evasive appearance, it seemed that the answer at the beginning was really no longer expected by him, and it even became a black history that he wanted to forget.

There was a trace of loneliness in Hu Yibai's eyes: "I am also happy with you."

The originally contentious atmosphere suddenly fell silent, as if a basin of ice water was suddenly poured on the burning fire.

Two moments before and after, an extremely uncoordinated sense of separation.

It's as if the two pictures were edited together without the transition in the middle.

The paper cranes staying in mid-air tilted their heads for an instant, as if it was the first time they heard this new vocabulary in their consciousness.

"..."

Feng Ling was stunned, her face became more and more expressionless, but the psychic trembling suddenly in her hand revealed the turbulent state of mind of her master at the moment.

"My heart pleases me?" Feng Ling looked at him, and suddenly laughed lowly. At first, it was suppressed and restrained, and could only be heard between the two of them.

Then it suddenly grew louder, as if you could hear the laughter resonating through the chest.

"Where are you acting?" Feng Ling smiled, and when she raised her head, her eyes were blood-red, and her previously indifferent eyes were now shrunk into a vertical line, revealing a chilling killing intent.

A coercion that belongs exclusively to the auspicious beast Phoenix spread out, and the birds and beasts in a radius of a hundred miles immediately fell to the ground whimpering. If Hu Yibai hadn't been overwhelmed by his cultivation level of transforming gods, he probably would have knelt down too. up.

He looked at the angry look in Feng Ling's eyes, as if the phoenix fire was about to be ignited in the next moment, and he would die with him.

He thought that the confession would be rejected, but he never thought that he would be killed.

What's the situation?

Because you don't deserve to like me, so I want to kill you?

Hu Yibai looked hurt: "Do you not believe me, or do you still hate me? Forget it, our encounter at the beginning was based on lies. If you don't believe me, it's my own fault, but what I said just now came from the heart. There is absolutely no lie. From this moment on, I promise not to tell any lies again, can you give me a chance?"

When he decided to approach him as a senior brother, Hu Yibai knew that his relationship with Feng Ling would come to an end once things were revealed.

But he did it anyway.

It was because he never expected that he would fall in love with Feng Ling.

A seed that was burned to death would germinate slowly in a silent spring.

In fact, he and Feng Ling are really similar to a certain extent, they are both full of uneasiness about everything around them.

His uneasiness comes from the broken family when he was a child, and his youth dependent on others.

As for Feng Ling, he was drowned in the bloody feud of his family being wiped out, and his whole family was killed. He hasn't found the murderer yet, so maybe this person is by his side.

He was already full of distrust for anyone around him.

Until the senior brother appeared, a lamp holder appeared in his dark world.

But now everything is false in the end, he still doesn't know what the other party's purpose is, and if he gets it and loses it, it's better not to get it in the first place.

Feng Ling's black hair fluttered in the air, and with the rattle of his robe, the Sikuang sword in his hand came out of its sheath and lay across his neck.

"Okay, beat me, I'll give you a chance."

The edge of the sword across his shoulder was pressed against Hu Yibai's neck, and he heard the constant trembling buzzing, which seemed to be more intense than ever before.

Hu Yibai only thought that it had aroused the emotions of its master, which produced such a big reaction.

He glanced at the sword blade on his shoulder, and turned his head helplessly: "Feng Ling, do you have to do this. I can't fight you."

"That's up to you." As he spoke, Si Kuang lowered half an inch, and suddenly lifted the scabbard of the sparrow from Hu Yibai's waist. Feeling the threat, the sparrow immediately got out of the scabbard and rushed straight to Feng Ling on the opposite side. .

Hu Yibai hurriedly recalled: "Come back!"

The sparrow turned back the same way, and just as Hu Yibai got the sparrow, he was greeted with Feng Ling's sword cutting down into the air, and there was a sword clang, and the two swords touched each other, and they refused to give way for a while.

Hu Yibai didn't intend to fight with him, but now it's really a fight, if he lets go, the blade of Sikuang will fall on his head.

"Feng Ling, can we put away the sword first, the sect stipulates that no quarrels or fights are allowed within the Qianling."

Feng Ling lifted the sword, turned around and slashed at Hu Yibai's left shoulder, Hu Yibai subconsciously blocked it with the sparrow, the two swords collided like magnets, and as Feng Ling slid forward, the edge of the sword sharpened, There was a harsh friction sound.

Standing close, I felt that the hairs all over my body stood on end stimulated by this sound.

"Isn't there still a mountain step away from Qianling?" Feng Ling pulled out the blade of the sword, and suddenly a gust of sword energy rushed towards his face.

Hu Yibai was thrown back by the sword energy and flew back for a certain distance, holding the exotic bird, he barely landed. He turned his head and saw that there were hundreds of stone steps behind him, and immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Seeing that he was about to run into the sect, Feng Ling immediately flew forward to catch up, and immediately the two launched a life-and-death chase in the air.

Hearing the approaching wind, Hu Yibai didn't even have time to look back.

Recalling the experience of being chased and beaten by his parents when he was disobedient when he was a child, he thought that no one would dare to beat him when he grew up, but unexpectedly, there was someone called his wife.

Although, not yet.

Thinking of this made me even more sad.

Seeing that the two had been separated by a certain distance, Feng Ling changed his strategy and flew directly to the sky higher than Hu Yibai. When he slashed with his sword, sand and stones flew in front of Hu Yibai.

He cut a bottomless ditch between the stone steps.

Hu Yibai had no choice but to stop, looking at Feng Ling who was slowly falling in front of him, the two of them froze again.

Hu Yibai couldn't laugh or cry: "You cut the stone steps like this, aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Feng Ling swung his long sword horizontally: "Wait until you can survive tonight before worrying about whether I will be punished."

Hu Yibai looked at Jian Guang who was coming straight, it seemed that today he would not be able to end without some injuries.

He gave a wry smile, and suddenly dropped the sparrow in his hand: "Okay, if you want to hit, hit it, I will suffer."

Sikuang's sword tip was about to pierce Hu Yibai's left shoulder half an inch away, but he didn't expect him to give up resistance suddenly.

Feng Ling's hand holding the sword paused, and Muran stopped in front of him: "You think I really don't dare to strike."

Hu Yibai gave a bleak smile: "There is nothing to dare, if you want to cut, you can cut, if you want to stab, you can stab."

Saying that he even closed his eyes.

A posture of wanting to kill or cutting.

In fact, Hu Yibai dared to play hard to get, because he expected that Feng Ling would not make a move. If he did, then he would not be Feng Ling.

However, just as he was thinking this way, he was caught off guard by a stabbing pain in his heart. He opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at his chest, only to see that the tip of the three-inch sword had already submerged under his blood-stained clothes.

The place where the sword was pierced seemed to have a huge suction force, which brought all the blood in his body to his heart at once, making him feel in a trance that the sword was sucking his blood...

Accompanied by a heart-piercing pain, the nine huge white tails instantly gathered into a pyramid and rushed towards the opposite Feng Ling, as if attacking the opponent out of self-defense.

But the moment before it was about to pierce Feng Ling, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

In the next moment, like a blooming epiphyllum, it slowly spread out.

"Feng Ling! What are you doing?"

Hu Jun, who was about to go down the mountain to pick him up, brought a few disciples of Qingqiu with him, and saw this scene as soon as he heard the voice and came up to him.

Hurry up, push Feng Ling away, and catch Hu Yibai.

"Little Lord!"

Looking at the blood continuously overflowing from Hu Yibai's chest, after all, it is different from other places, but the heart!

As the wound continued to bleed, his face instantly turned pale, weaker than Liu Fufeng just now, and now he was about to die.

While helping the young master to stop the bleeding, Hu Jun yelled at Feng Ling: "You shameless bastard! I'm jealous that our young master is a direct disciple, and you use such insidious methods behind your back!"

As he said that, he was going to order Qingqiu's disciples to beat him up.

However, at this time Tao Xinyuan also brought many disciples from the same realm to support Feng Ling. Seeing that the people in Qingqiu were eager to do something to Feng Ling, he concluded that they were bullying, and immediately the two groups fought.

In the chaos, who knows who set off the fireworks for help, the fireworks exploded in the sky with a whoosh, and soon all the elders of the entire Qianling gathered on the stone steps in front of the sect.

Yun Kuo looked at the two pale-faced children surrounded by him, and said calmly, "Take Hu Yibai back, Feng Ling, go and kneel in front of the main hall."

Just kneeling?

Hu Jun suddenly said indignantly: "Sect Master! Just now he suddenly stabbed our young master with a sword. At that time, our young master..."

"Hu Jun," Hu Yibai interrupted him with a frown, and said to Yun Kuo, "It was my inner demon that broke out. Feng Ling did it to stop me. It was not intentional. Please don't embarrass him, Master."

Demon attack?

All the people present looked at Hu Yibai and couldn't help showing stunned eyes.

Yun Kuo glanced at him with complicated eyes: "I will judge for myself what is right and what is wrong."

Amidst the scolding of Qingqiu disciples and the pushing and shoving of others, Feng Ling looked down at the sword in her hand, but felt that time seemed to stand still.

Everyone is moving, but only he stays in this moment.

The Sikuangjian that was still dripping blood fell to the ground with a clang.

Feng Ling watched Hu Yibai who was gradually losing consciousness being taken away by Qingqiu's people, and felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

He really didn't make a move just now, but the moment Si Kuang put it down, he suddenly touched the position of Hu Yibai's heart, and the sword escaped from his control, piercing through the flesh as if possessed by a demon.

His sword-holding hand could feel Sikuang trembling crazily, like the grass and trees that had been hungry for a long time, finally met the rain after a long drought.

He kept pulling back hard, but the sword was longing for Hu Yibai paranoidly and pathologically.Let him exhaust the strength of his whole body, but he can't pull it out.

Suddenly, he looked down at the sword under his feet, his pupils narrowed into a terrifying arc.

The melted sword patterns on it were intact at some point, and a stream of light along the veins of the sword instantly illuminated the inscriptions on the sword body.

When the blood contract was formed, there was only his phoenix pattern on Sixth, but now there is an extra pattern of nine tails out of thin air.

His sword spirit was revived.

The author has something to say:

In the previous comments, Xiao Ke Nai guessed that Xiao Bai would be pierced by an arrow. Congratulations, you guessed it right.

I (lay flat), those who want to put on the blade come on!

Hu Yibai: My first cut

Feng Ling: My second knife

Me: qvq

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!