After the Master's reinstatement

The biggest difference between rejuvenation and usual days is that the body is very prone to sleepiness.

"Why does this child have a fever all the time? Could it be that he won't be able to make it back home? What about the doctor? Hurry up and ask the doctor to take a look. If he dies, the devil might not come."

Ba Huang Du Zun's kung fu is so strong that even though he is determined enough and has clear eyes and ears, he can hear the annoying chatter and laughter of the enemies outside the cabin, but his body is still hard to move as if it is covered with lead stones.

Fang Fengfeng kindly wanted to wipe the child's body, but Yu Yan hated others to touch his body, not to mention that with this kind of body, he would never allow people to see all the mountains, but his fingers were weak and he couldn't lift half of his strength. When breaking away the child's clenched fist on the collar, a force stopped her from behind.

"……Yes."

She stepped back respectfully and gently closed the door.

The ears finally cleared up, he turned over, and continued to sleep drowsily. At night, the river had waves, and he slept like this until midnight, and Yu Yan had a dream.

Yes, on a snowy day, when I first met Shang Yingqiu more than ten years ago, it seemed to be such a snowy day.

It was 12 years ago in Dehua. The winter was extremely cold that year, and large flakes of goose feather snow covered the roofs. As far as the eye could see, the whole world was covered with snow.

Only the place he passed by was bright red, like blooming flowers.

The field of vision was red, and the blood splashed into the eyes when he drew the sword, so when he opened it again, the vast land lost its color, the world was very quiet, and the corpse lying at his feet was still warm, and his eyes burst open As he stood, Yu Yan looked at the corpses on the ground, his heart was like still water, without pity, nor too much hatred, because he couldn't remember how many people died in his hands.

Luan fought endlessly until his breath was filled with blood.

It is also strange that the appearance of people in the world is changeable, but the breath deep in everyone's body is the same smell. Is it true that death is really a boring existence for God, otherwise why everyone's dead state Are they all so superficial and ugly, so nothing new?

"Young Palace Master, here is the name list of the 76 members of the Duantianmen, please send it to me."

The subordinate in black knelt down, presented the list with both hands, and asked for instructions in a low voice.

Yu Yan has long been used to such situations, so he didn't look at the name, didn't say anything, just took the brocade handkerchief, and slowly wiped away the blood on the golden whip.

The Golden Lin whip is now the fourth on the list of martial arts weapons. The body of the whip is made of tens of thousands of pieces of divine iron as thin as a cicada's wings. The light shines and is aggressive.

He raised his eyes slightly, and the servant who was captured opposite him took half a step back following his movements.

The adoptive father, Yu Beilin, is a strong sect. Over the years, he has continuously expanded his power and eradicated dissidents. He built fortresses along the mountain, controlled 36 caves with the order of the king of hell, and gave both favor and power to the sects in the northwest.

Duan Tian Clan fell to this point because the head of the sect insisted on going his own way and refused to bow his head, and boldly took refuge in the Wulin League. He was really beyond his control.

Duantianmen was built in imitation of Jiangnan Villa, with winding paths leading to secluded places, and there may be fish that slipped through the net. During the search, the disciples dragged out a villain from the grass.

"Young master, there is still a child here."

Winter in the mountains can be cold to the bone, and the half-grown boy who was kneeling on the ground could clearly feel the hideous ribs under the skin through his clothes.

This child is not in the 76 name list.

"You are not from Duantianmen, so why did you appear here?"

It was the first time Yu Yan met a child who was not afraid of him, so he became interested for a while, but he disliked the child's dirty face, so he dragged his finger on the pointy chin and looked around.

Because of the thinness, the child's eyes looked too big, and the pupils of the eyes were extremely black, but there was no fear inside, and it was a calmness that did not match his age. The child's chapped lips moved a few times, and he stared at him in a daze, as if Cut the lifeless rotten wood, but when he got up, he pulled his clothes with all his strength, and murmured hastily and hastily in his throat, like a flame ignited in the night, people couldn't bear to snuff it out .

Now that I think about it, people's compassion, sometimes I feel confused.

The guardian who followed obviously had an opinion on the young palace master's handling method, and said in disapproval: "Young master, this child's origin is unknown, we still have to cut the grass—"

He opened his mouth, only to hear the sound of a whip in the air, barely brushing past his cheeks, and then with a bang, a deep mark seven feet deep was struck on the ground.

If it really falls on someone's face, half of life will have to be removed.

"The deity asked you to speak?"

"Except for the disciples of the Duantian Clan, let everyone else be released, or let those wastes be released, so that you are afraid? With this little guts, you are still imitating others? If you are afraid, get out of here."

Yu Yan stared coldly, waiting until the group of disciples dared not say another word.

Maybe he has experienced rejuvenation, he has felt the weakness of being powerless trapped in a small body.In other words, if you are strong enough, why worry about other people's future? Lions will worry about ants swarming into groups?

Snow in December, wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

It was as if the blood in his body was frozen, and his limbs were numb. He hadn't dreamed of the past for a long time, and he was still a little dazed for a while, unable to tell what night it was, and where he was.

Naturally, this is not his magic palace. Every time Yu Yan returns to childhood, he will experience a period of powerlessness, so there are many organs in the palace, especially in his bedroom, the four walls are made of materials unique to the Western Regions. , Water and soil are as impenetrable as a diamond-iron wall, even under the soft bed there are traps that can hide people, not to mention the gorgeous and complicated stone carvings on the wall, each of which is equipped with a deadly poison.

In comparison, this room is as simple as the four walls of a house. There is only a bed, a row of bookshelves, and the business letters on the desk are piled up in several squares according to the order of priority. The owner has a neat personality in his bones.

By the way, as early as three days ago, he had already arrived in Jinling.

It was late autumn, and the dense cinnamon branches outside the window added a bit of fragrance to the room. Yu Yan jumped out of bed. Shang Yingqiu had already left at this time. I have read the letters one by one, and they are nothing more than some small disputes between various sects. The most important thing in it is nothing more than gossip about the young masters on both sides of Zhujiange and Tianjianmen eloping, and the two sects are in urgent need of mediation. Not much news worth taking advantage of.

While thinking, Yu Yan habitually tapped his fingers on the table, but he still couldn't touch the ground after a few times, his face darkened, and he kicked towards the edge of the table.

Forget it, the mountain is not just me, I will go to the mountain, everyone else is here, afraid that there will be no chance?