Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

In terms of profound spiritual power, he is inferior to Shen Linyu, but in terms of scheming, Shen Linyu is only worthy of carrying his shoes.

Pooh!What gods, they are just a group of people who can stand and talk without pain in their backs!

Xu Yan's eyes were stern, and he used the concealment technique to shuttle through the dense forest. He thought he could resist it for a while, but the crushing of the realm was incomparable.

Only one move by Shen Linyu was enough to cause him to be pierced by Wan Ye and roll to the ground.

Only then did Xu Yan know how lenient Shen Linyu was to him in the temple.

He spat out blood and looked up to the sky.

Shen Linyu walked slowly in front of him, his eyebrows drooping slightly, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry, his expression was indifferent as if looking at another dead person.

Xu Yan laughed. He realized that he was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed to death by stretching out his fingers. Fortunately, he gave up struggling.

There was a sword behind Shen Linyu, which stood up silently with killing intent, and the word "You Guang" was engraved on it.

Xu Yan narrowed his eyes, and said with a pained sneer, "Xianjun, I have been waiting for you for 12 years."

When Shen Linyu heard this, his eyelashes trembled.

Yes, he originally had 12 years to stop Xu Yan.

With just this moment of grief, Xu Yan used dream control to control Shen Linyu.

"It is said that people have seven emotions and six desires, so what about gods?" Xu Yan glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Xianjun, what is your obsession?"

All I saw was that Shen Linyu fell over and fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Yan was speechless, looked at his sword, and remembered that he seemed to be called Youmeng Xianjun in the dream, spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "I think it is Sleepwalker Sleeping Lord."

Nothing but sleep.

Xu Yan knew that his cultivation was limited, and he couldn't restrain Shen Linyu for a long time, so he hurriedly drew a formation according to the memory of the river god, and flew back to the neighboring town.

The old man in commoner was very leisurely all day, watering the flowers in the morning, playing chess in the afternoon, kneading the dough to make steamed buns at night, humming a little song, I don't know how happy he is.

But at this time, the evil wind gusts, blowing the white flour flying around.

The old man in civilian clothes exclaimed, "Oh, my steamed bun!" He quickly got up to close the window.

Fang rushed to the window, and saw a hellish Rakshasa boy in front of him, his pupils dilated in fright, and he screamed.The little boy was soaked in blood, black overflowing, he choked his neck and fell from the window to the stone wall, the back of his head was bleeding, and stars were shining in his eyes.

"You! Who are you!" The commoner man said in horror, "What are you going to do!"

"You actually forgot!!!"

Xu Yan's hatred was so great that he was about to burst into tears. The most aggrieved thing in this world is that your sworn enemy forgets you.

He lives easily, and you are alone in the fire.

"Okay!" Xu Yan was so angry that he lost his reason. He kept clasping the neck of the commoner man and smashed it to death. After seeing his blood and flesh, he calmed down, "You want to die so easily! Dreaming!"

The commoner man was so painful that he almost fainted. Xu Yan tried to undo the magic spell on him, but Shen Linyu was so powerful that he was powerless, so he hugged his waist and fled together.

The empty forest is silent and the moon is silent, and the mountain wind is like weeping.

After about fifteen minutes, Xu Yan threw the old man under the tree.

The old man's limbs were broken, and he was so frightened that he kept shrinking back, and cried out in a broken mouth, "I have no grievances with you, why are you doing this to me!"

"No grievances, no enmity!"

Xu Yan walked around the tree angrily, and then slapped him on the top of the head, causing the tree to collapse.

The old man was too frightened to speak, and could only stare at him blankly.

"Do you think you can get away with this!" Xu Yan pulled the old man's lapel, and said with poisoned eyes, "Since I can't restore your memory, I have to skin you and cramp you!"

After saying that, he stretched out his palm, a cluster of black and red flames jumped out, and he hit the old man's body with his palm.

I saw that the old man was gradually surrounded by black air until he was completely wrapped up.

Xu Yan felt refreshed for a while.

But seeing the golden light suddenly burst out from the black air, Xu Yan clenched his fists tightly, the flesh in his palm was gouged out, how could it be...

"Xu Yan, I'm very disappointed in you."

With a sigh, the golden light dissipated, and Shen Linyu walked out of the black air unharmed.

"You are not in a dream!" Xu Yan snapped.

Shen Linyu didn't say anything, but just performed a trick, turning into tens of bodies in front of Xu Yan, and surrounding him.

Xu Yan realized that the person chasing him just now was just a clone of Shen Linyu, and the old man in civilian clothes was the real Shen Linyu.

But he clearly found the neighboring town after tracking the breath of the commoner old man...

He suddenly realized, "You're sure I won't let him go, so I deliberately pretended to be him to deceive me, but in fact, the fairy meditating in the room is my real enemy..."

He suddenly felt absurd and laughed miserably, then closed his eyes and said solemnly: "It's because my skills are inferior to others, if I want to kill or cut, I will listen to you!"

Shen Linyu silently looked at the skinny child with compassion on his face. Even in such a situation, he was unwilling to open his heart, tell him the experience of the past 12 years, and did not defend himself.

In fact, what Xu Yan said was right, he waited for him for 12 years.

Shen Linyu didn't want to be unfair to him.

Shen Linyu lowered her eyes, stepped forward and tapped Xu Yan's thin neck, and pressed her forehead against his, and the dusty memories were opened one by one.

Twelve years ago, the lord of Fengxian City was delighted to get Lin'er, and offered a huge reward, hoping to be named by literati from all over the world.Since it was necessary to choose a name, the horoscope of birth was a must. In this post, almost everyone knew that the city lord had a baby son with a full Yin horoscope.

But the scenery is not suitable for singing everywhere, as singing will attract unruly hearts.

At that time, there was a woodcutter in Jinhe Town who gave birth to a son with a full yin character. The whole town forced him to hand over his son to the river god. I can only admit it.

But one day he went up to the mountain to chop firewood, and when he heard a few quacks mention this, he was moved.While the city lord's wife was taking Lin'er to worship the gods, she secretly walked away with the child.

People in the town don't care about these, as long as someone can offer it.

The woodcutter felt guilty, and he was the first to bring all the delicious and fun things to the stolen child, Xu Yan.

And Qian Chuan, the son of the woodcutter, was very jealous.

Qian Chuan snatched the sugar painting from Xu Yan's hand, pressed Xu Yan's head on the Jinsha River and sank it again and again, cursing: "The wild species you picked up don't have a name, and you dare to grab things from me!"

Xu Yan could actually resist, but he didn't.

He always felt that he had picked it up and that he owed this family.

That day Xu Yan was almost drowned, the woodcutter beat up Qian Chuan, and was afraid that they would not get along well, so he even sent Qian Chuan to the teacher in the school to be educated.

When he came back, the woodcutter held a roast chicken in his hand and said, "Let's eat something good."

Seeing this scene, Xu Yan felt restless and panicked. He asked the woodcutter, "Why didn't Daddy give me a name?"

The woodcutter's expression changed, and he stuffed a greasy chicken leg and said, "A poor and lowly family doesn't need a name, and they don't need to study!"

Then why does Qian Chuan have it?

Xu Yan couldn't figure it out, and instinctively felt scared.

This fear will only be alleviated when Qian Chuan retaliates against him.

After this battle, Qian Chuan knew that the woodcutter was protecting him, so he was careful, and every time he came to bully him, he began to pick places that were not easy to be found.

They forced him to take off his clothes for a while, and carved "hate ghost" on his back with a knife.Momentarily drop the food in the dirt and let him lick it clean.

Xu Yan followed suit one by one, and sent him under the fence, as it should be.

Xu Yan spit out the paper of Tang poetry and Song poetry that Qian Chuan stuffed in his mouth, drank the river water, rinsed the ink in his mouth, and then opened the broken poems soaked in body fluid again, familiarized them in his heart .

Xu Yan said silently, "Blowing all the wild sand can only lead to gold."

There is a trace of comfort in my heart.

The turbulent water of the Yellow River suddenly turned up a huge wave, and the tide rose, covering Xu Yan's ankles.

Qian Chuan's temper was so spoiled by him, he bullied his classmates all day long, fought chickens and dogs, and the pile of four books and five classics copied by his master was higher than three people.

But Qian Chuan definitely wouldn't copy it himself, it all fell on Xu Yan.

Xu Yan was angry on the surface, but he was happy in his heart.He is eager to go to school, and looks forward to Qian Chuan sending a large pile of books every day. Sometimes he will play tricks and deliberately delay until the next day when Qian Chuan has no time to pick them up. Please ask him to deliver them in person, and he will secretly lean on the door After that, listen to the last two sentences.

This was also a rare moment for Xu Yan to sneak out of the house openly.

The woodcutter barely let him out of sight.

As the winter came and went, Xu Yan delivered books as usual. On the way back, he walked in the mud with a branch and drew the words he had learned today secretly. He was so engrossed that he tripped and fell to the ground.

Looking up, it was an old man in common clothes who had passed out on the ground. He hurried forward, half-kneeled on the ground, and pushed the old man's arm.

The old man was in a daze, his head was burning like fire, and his dry lips murmured: "Hungry...so hungry..."

Xu Yan hurriedly fed him a couple of sips of water, took out the steamed buns he had been carrying for a long time from his bosom, broke them up and fed them to the old man, some took off his thin shirts, soaked them in the river water and applied them on the old man's forehead to cool down.

After several struggles, the commoner man regained some consciousness. With tears in his yellow eyes, he said half-deadly: "My children have all gone to the capital to flourish, and the mountains are so long and the road is so far away that they can't take care of me. Now that I'm in poor health, I can't I went to the river to pan for gold, but this year's harvest was poor, and I even finished eating the only sweet potatoes left..."

After he finished speaking, he wrapped his trembling hands around Xu Yan's small arms, and begged, "If Mr. Xiao Lang is free, can you send me some leftovers? It's right to do a good deed and save my old man..."

Xu Yan remembered it in his heart.

Whenever I come to deliver books, I will prepare more coarse grains for the elderly.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

Xu Yan is clever, knowing that he can't hear what he wants in front of adults, so he often makes friends with the children in the classroom while delivering books.

He has a lot of things to eat, drink and play, and he is willing to copy books for everyone. Gradually, many children accept his favor and promise him a share of any new and interesting things.

On that day, they said that there was a river temple on the top of the back mountain.

The bald boy was startled and said, "I heard that the river gods eat virgin boys and girls!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" A child continued: "When did our town have less children?"

He joked again: "I heard that it's not for eating, but for marrying and being a wife!"

"Oh, he's not dangerous anymore, he's the prettiest in our town."

Everyone looked at Xu Yan, and then laughed again.

Xu Yan echoed with a smile, but had a vague premonition that these jokes were true.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Xu Yan sneaked up the back mountain, and found a river temple covered with yellow talismans there.

He shuddered, but didn't make a sound.

The river god inside felt him, and said in a salivating tone: "It smells so good, it's the breath of the whole horoscope."

A cluster of black air hit him instantly.

Xu Yan walked the mountain road day and night, with a vigorous figure, and turned over. Although he was not hit by the ghost energy, he accidentally rolled down the mountain.But fortunately, the injury was not serious. As soon as he stood up, he realized that the child's birth date was full Yin.

He has a horrible guess.

At that time, he was eight years old, obedient and obedient, and no one was wary of him.

He dug out the woodcutter's storage box from under the bed, stole a few pieces of gold, took two clothes and two steamed buns, and sneaked out at night when the woodcutter was sleeping.

The night was full of stars and clouds, and there was silence everywhere.

He finally walked out of the inscription with the words "Jinhe Town" engraved on it, heaved a sigh of relief, and showed the brightest smile so far.

So far, the sky is high and the sea is wide, free for the rest of my life.

Then turned around and bumped into a familiar black figure.

It's an old man in civilian clothes.