Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

God, god, god... hand in.

It's not suitable for children.

Yan Hualan made a decisive decision, first caught the little peacock of the system, plugged its ears, called Yuhui in, and threw it to him.

"Your Majesty?" Yu Hui looked confused, "When did you stop raising pelicans and start raising quail instead?"

Yan Hualan's face stinks: "This is Peacock, the Little Highness of the Yaozu that your father misses so much."

"Ah." Yu Hui was shocked, "Ah?!!"

He was dumbfounded, and his gaze involuntarily moved to Shuang Jiangnian's lower abdomen.

Shuang Jiangnian was expressionless: "It wasn't born by me."

If it's not the concubine's cub, then it's the cub of His Majesty and other goblins?

Yu Hui's condemning eyes shot at Yan Hualan.

Yan Hualan immediately showed his brother a pitiful and wronged quail expression.

Shuang Jiangnian had no choice but to explain to Yuhui: "It's my fault."

Yuhui heaved a sigh of relief, and said loudly, "I will protect your Highness with my life. I will die!"

Shuang Jiangnian is not worried about the safety of the system.The system is an artifact. In times of crisis, it is uncertain who will protect whom.

Although the system now has a physical body, it still maintains a close connection with him. The achievement system is still there, and it can make a sound in his mind even if it is not far away.

For example, now the system is curiously poking around: [Is there something I can't see!Let me see let me see...]

Then it was banned by Shuang Jiangnian.

The unrelated people waited to leave, only Shuang Jiangnian and Yan Hualan were left in the room.

Yan Hualan cleared his throat, his cheeks were reddish, and he looked at him with bright eyes: "Brother just said... you want to make friends with me?"

Shuang Jiangnian: "Yes."

Yan Hualan shyly said, "That's so embarrassing."

Then he gave a shy grin on his face.

Shuang Jiangnian raised his chin expressionlessly, lest the yellow waste in his brain flow out and stain the bedding.

"It has nothing to do with the meaning in your mind. Divine communication means the fusion of spirit and soul, and there are different ways. You and I have had three previous divine communication, one in Xuanyuan Zhenhuo's heart demon illusion, one in Hongfeng Ridge, and Once in the diving boat, you parted with part of your spirit to bear the pressure brought by the singing of the sharks for me."

"The first two times, it was my elder brother who entered my soul, and the last time, a part of me entered my elder brother's soul." Yan Hualan blinked innocently, "So now... do you want me to enter all of my elder brother?"

What tiger and wolf words.

"I just want to share my memory with you." Shuang Jiangnian squinted at him threateningly, "Don't do unnecessary things."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Opening the most claustrophobic door in the deepest part of the heart requires total trust and the courage to reveal your dark side to another individual.

It is difficult for people who have closed their hearts all the year round to relax.

Yan Hualan leaned over, his breath mixed, he lowered his eyelashes, saw his brother's slightly trembling eyelids as if frightened, and felt his brother's steaming cheeks.

Not an expression of vigilance.

But... nervous because of shyness?

Shuang Jiangnian usually does not show his emotions and anger, and if he likes someone, he is quiet, like a newborn mushroom after the rain, hiding in the shadows.

His face rarely showed such emotional color.

The cold beauty is shy and the most charming.

Yan Hualan's heart itched unbearably, his Adam's apple couldn't keep rolling, and he had to suppress the impulse, teasingly said: "I can't get in like this, brother, relax."

The voice is hoarse and laughing, which is misleading.

Shuang Jiangnian raised her eyelids and glared at him angrily, and was kissed unexpectedly.

At first, he resisted a little, but soon fell into intoxication.When he is intoxicated, his body and mind are relaxed, Yan Hualan's soul nourishes everything silently, and sneaks into his sea of ​​consciousness unconsciously.

In the endless night in the sea of ​​consciousness, a magnificent peacock appeared on the sea, spreading its wings across the darkness.It emits bright flames around it, like a sun in the night sky.

Microwaves are set off on the surface of the sea, and where the light is lit, fish flick their tails and jump out of the sea, following the light, jumping and swimming at the junction of the night sky and the ocean.

The fish's tail flicked and splashed crystal water droplets, shining like stars in the firelight.

The peacock leans over and sweeps low, and its fingers and claws sweep graceful arcs on the sea surface, interweaving with the water waves of the fish swimming into a movement.

They are accompanied by the morning light towards the horizon.

Yan Hualan opened his eyes under the glare of the light, and at some point, he landed on a wilderness, the pale winter sun fell, surrounded by bulging graves.

Looking around, he was in the wilderness outside Frost City.

Here is my brother's memory?

"Heh Chirp", the child leaning against the tombstone sneezed.

The child was about four or five years old. He was dressed in brocade clothes on the outside, but the inner shirt had holes in it, and he was shivering from the cold.

His head was lowered, his long hair was uncombed, covering his face, revealing a small piece of fair skin.

Yan Hualan glanced at the words on the tombstone, it was "the tomb of the moon in frost".

Then this child is...

"Brother, Shuang Jiangnian?"

Four-year-old Shuang Jiangnian was silent.

Yan Hualan squatted down to look at him, but he was not low enough to see the top of his dark hair, so he simply lay down, raised his head, and looked upside down at his little brother.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes were dark, and there was nothing in them. Even if a handsome fool suddenly broke into his field of vision, there was no disturbance in his eyes.

Yan Hualan lay on his back, pulled his ears, crossed his eyes, and made a face at him.

Shuang Jiangnian was unmoved.

Yan Hualan scratched her face in embarrassment.

He is best at finding words without words, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to ask who I am?"

Shuang Jiangnian was silent.

"Haha, you can't guess it!" Yan Hualan said triumphantly, "I am your future husband!"

Shuang Jiangnian remained silent.

... If there is no response like this, it is better to prick him with a needle.

Yan Hualan put away her smile resentfully, stretched out her hand, and tugged at Shuang Jiangnian's face.

No matter how thin a child is, no matter how sharp his chin is, he still has a soft and tender face.The soft touch hit Yan Hualan's heart.

Deep in my heart, there was a strong distress again.

At this time, my brother was in a much worse situation than when they first met.

The elder brother is simply at the mercy of others, unable to respond to the outside world, like a rag doll without feelings and emotions.

His excellent and beautiful elder brother, who deserves to be held in the palm of his hand, why should he fall into the mud?

A teardrop silently slid down the end of Yan Hualan's eyes.

Shuang Jiangnian was finally moved.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then... sneezed again.

It was not moved by his tears, but completely out of the physiological instinct of contracting the cold.

Yan Hualan sighed heavily, turned over and sat up, took off his cloak, wrapped Shuang Jiangnian into a chicken feather dumpling, and picked up the child.

"It's cold, we should go home."

Shuang Jiangnian curled up quietly in his arms, maybe unwilling, but she didn't resist either.

When they entered the city, some village women frightened their vegetable baskets when they saw them.

In this memory world, no one except Shuang Jiangnian can see Yan Hualan, others can only see Shuang Jiangnian floating out of thin air.

Yan Hualan had no choice but to pick a path and secretly sent Shuang Jiangnian to the backyard of Shuang's house, to Shuang Yuyue's nanny, Mrs. Huang.

Huang Pozi loved him very much, and quickly made ginger soup for Shuang Jiangnian, and fed it to drive away the cold.

Yan Hualan tasted a spoonful of it, grinning so hotly.Relying on the fact that no one could see him, he swaggered to the main room of Shuang's house.

Zhuang Shulan is encouraging Shuang Hongfang, looking for an opportunity to send Shuang Jiangnian away.

"The old man loves your sister the most, and even gave her son the surname Shuang as an exception. If the child stays in the mansion, the family power will never pass through the husband's hands. When the child is a little older, the old man will directly give it to her. Hand over the Shuang family to Shuang Jiangnian!"

"Let's talk again, talk again... haven't you found an excuse yet?" Shuang Hongfang listened to it in his head, but he was too lazy to think about it, so he put on his robe and left, "Ma'am, I have an appointment." Banquet, come back later."

There was a shadow in Zhuang Shulan's eyes.

Yan Hualan stood in front of her carelessly, stretched out two fingers, and poked her eyes hard.

Zhuang Shulan screamed, the pain made her think that her eyes had been gouged out by the roots.However, after the pain subsided, her eyes were not damaged at all.

It seemed that an invisible ghost had played a terrible trick on her.

Only the "fierce ghost" that Shuang Jiangnian could see accompanied him up the mountain to cut firewood.

Let the four-year-old child go up the mountain alone to cut firewood, and he is not allowed to bring an axe, obviously hoping that an accident will kill him.

Yan Hualan was so angry that he scooped up excrement and mixed it into Zhuang Shulan's teapot.

In the remote mountains and old forests, Shuang Jiangnian stopped.

Yan Hualan Shi Shiran landed in front of him, intending to chop off the branches of the entire forest in an instant and send him a miracle.

But the child picked up a slender branch, condensed water into a sword, and suddenly, the branches around him fell down.

Shuang Jiangnian leaned over and began to pick up branches.

Yan Hualan was dumbfounded.

Four-year-old Foundation Establishment is definitely a leader among geniuses.According to this speed of cultivation, my brother should have been promoted to the transformation stage after a hundred years of practice. How could it be possible that he was still at the foundation stage when we first met?

With doubts, Yan Hualan flicked his sleeves, and the sleeves rolled up the branches and piled them in one place automatically.

Shuang Jiangnian tied up the branches with rattan and carried them on her back.

He didn't say thanks, but just took another look at Yan Hualan.

This glance made Yan Hualan overjoyed, and he smiled brightly at the child.

Shuang Jiangnian looked away.

Thin snow fell in the sky, and the mountain road was rough and slippery.Shuang Jiangnian accidentally fell and sprained her ankle, and her ankle soon swelled up.

Fluorescent light gathered in his hands. At this time, his healing technique was still very immature, and the light was intermittent.

But a big hand stretched out and placed it on his ankle.Spiritual energy surged in, warm like a charcoal fire, and within a few breaths, the swelling disappeared.

Shuang Jiangnian watched his movements indifferently.

very strange.My mother said that it is difficult to learn the healing technique with the fire spirit root, and all ghosts in the world are full of life, so how can they release their vitality.

Yan Hualan raised his head and smiled, reminding him of a cunning and seductive fox: "Do you want to know, who taught me the healing technique?"

Shuang Jiangnian didn't want to know.

He just wanted to know how to make this ghost or vixen shut up.

The "male vixen" supported him with one hand, hooked the firewood with the other hand, tapped his toes, and swept down the mountain.

The past two days have been uneventful.

Shuang Jiangnian was brought into the main hall to accept the punishment from Zhuang Shulan and Shuang Hongfang, just because Zhuang Shulan was tortured by ghosts and pranks these days, and she suspected that it was Shuang Jiangnian who did it.

Just as the servant was about to kneel down on Shuang Jiangnian, he was kicked away by Yan Hualan.

Then Yan Hualan broke all Zhuang Shulan's fingers, grabbed her hair, and hung her from the beam.

Shuang Hongfang was so frightened that he peed his pants and kowtowed to beg for mercy. Yan Hualan thoughtfully helped him untie his belt and let him be naked in front of all the servants.

Everyone was scared out of their wits, only Shuang Jiangnian laughed.

A four or five-year-old child has the heart of a child, but his smile is indifferent, like an ice sculpture, like a lonely ghost.

He asked: "Who are you?"

Yan Hualan sincerely said, "It's your husband."

Shuang Jiangnian stared at him indifferently, obviously not believing it.

Yan Hualan also felt that taking advantage of the little baby was too much of a statement, so he said, "I am your guardian angel."

"Okay." Shuang Jiangnian said lightly, "Fulfill my wish, and eat me as a reward when I grow up."

Yan Hualan: "..."

Doesn't he look that good fairy?

He felt that his little brother must have regarded him as some kind of cannibalism.

Or maybe it's my brother's subconscious mind at work, and his subconscious impression of him is that of a brutal man-eating monster.

Yan Hualan was heartbroken and wiped away tears.

After this incident, no one dared to make things difficult for Shuang Jiangnian, and the servants ran away before seeing his shadow.

But Yan Hualan knew that this was an illusion after all.In the real past, everything was done by my brother alone.

One day, Mrs. Huang secretly took Shuang Jiangnian to Linzhen to eat wontons.

Yan Hualan sat across from him, with greedy eyes and mouth, every time Shuang Jiangnian scooped up wontons with a wooden spoon, he would open his mouth, waiting to be fed.

The eyes look forward to it, and there is a light shining inside, like a big dog squatting there wagging its tail.

Shuang Jiangnian fed the last wonton to the big dog.

Yan Hua was so fragrant that he shed tears. It turned out that in the memory of his brother when he was a child, this bowl of wonton was better than all the delicacies in the world.

This must be how hard it is.

He couldn't help but said to his little brother: "Let's go. Run far away."

Shuang Jiangnian was silent for a long while before saying, "Mother is still here."

After all, this is a memory, Yan Hualan can't make any bigger changes, so he can only accompany his brother to walk through this long memory again.

A stranger visits Shuang's house.

He is a casual cultivator who has not left any deeds or traces in the world of cultivating immortals. After a little investigation, he knows that he has come from a wrong path. He may even collect children to practice magic skills.

This man saw Shuang Jiangnian by chance outside the city, and he saw his aptitude and temperament very suitable at first sight, so he came to Shuang's house to beg for someone and wanted to take him as an apprentice.

Naturally, Zhuang Shulan would not let go of this opportunity to drive Shuang Jiangnian out of Shuang's house, and after several rounds of negotiations, she agreed.

Before leaving, she held Shuang Jiangnian and said in a low voice: "He has followed you. From now on, he will live or die, and be a slave. Even if you want to use his alchemy, the Shuang family will not care. But you can't Buy my child out of thin air."

The stranger handed her a hair pin.

"I have three artifacts, each of which weighs more than my life. I am willing to exchange one of them with you at equal value."

The artifact that was exchanged for Zhuang Shulan was the konghou hairpin.

The night before she was taken away, Mrs. Huang was sent out and did not return to the small firewood house where they lived.

Shuang Jiangnian vaguely sensed something.

Yan Hualan was lying on the bed opposite him, and caught a trace of uneasiness in the child's eyes.

Before Shuang Jiangnian spoke, Yan Hualan promised: "No matter how the world changes, I will always be by your side."

Shuang Jiangnian stared at him, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

That night, he was taken away by that stranger, traveling thousands of miles, to an isolated paradise.

"Father?" Meng Kezhi looked at Daoist Wuqing suspiciously, watching him shake out a child from his pocket.

The ruthless Daoist lowered his eyes and said, "I bought you a junior."

A dark color flickered in Meng Kezhi's eyes: "It's enough for the child to inherit the mantle. Why do you need a junior?"

"You take care of it." Wuqing Daoist gave him a word, and then left first.

Meng Kezhi obeyed his father's wishes, washed the child's body, tied his hair, and dressed him. When he saw Shuang Jiangnian's face, he was stunned.

It was a good look that could break all his calmness and selfishness.

Then he hissed in pain, and his eyes were attacked by something unknown.

Shuang Jiangnian grew up slowly.

He gradually came out of the pain of the death of his relatives, and gradually realized how much trouble this face would bring him. After he turned 14, he permanently wore a disguise.

Seeing this, Meng Kezhi shook his head and sighed, suddenly he was kicked between his legs again, and knelt down with sobs.

This kind of strange thing happened from time to time, when he wanted to take care of his younger brother and get close to his younger brother, accidents always happened.

The chief culprit, Yan Hua, said sourly: "What kind of broken brother, you don't obey the rules, you are so daring, it's almost perverted. It's a pervert who opened the door for a pervert, and the pervert has come home. Xiao Jiangnian, you can't trust him, he is a big villain !"

While talking, he changed Shuang Jiangnian's clothes behind him.

Arms passed through the waist, the belt of the jacket was tied, and the jade buckle was snapped into place, like a clear spring splashing down the cliff.

Yan Hualan was just going about his business as usual, and was about to get away when a hand suddenly pressed his arm.

Shuang Jiangnian leaned in his arms, raised her eyes to glance at him, and smiled slightly, which was enough to confuse all living beings.

"No one else can, only you can?"

The person in his arms left, and Yan Hualan didn't regain his senses until the remaining warmth on his sleeves completely dissipated.

His little brother seems to have grown up.

Livelier than when he was a child, more aggressive than when he was an adult, he is good at provocative teasing, he will not restrain himself deliberately, and there is a three-point youthful look between his brows.

Perhaps the most authentic brother is like this.

If everything is resolved, will brother untie his knots and return to being a carefree young man?

Yan Hualan's heart thumped.

He shook his scalding head, and punitively hit his head against the wall—making you unable to withstand the teasing—making you fall in love with the young brother—

With a bang, the house collapsed.

Shuang Jiangnian practiced the mind method under the guidance of her senior brother and master.

The master said that if you practice this method for the first time, your growth will be slow, but the future is bright, and those who achieve great success may become immortals and gods.

The Master is the Immortal Master of the Transformation Stage, saving him from fire and water, and there is no reason to lie to him.

Over time, his cultivation stagnated, Meng Kezhi lured him and lied to him, set up a rescue situation for Pei Yuanbai, and taught him how to form friendship and how to break friendship.

Only then did Shuang Jiangnian learn that this supreme avenue reaching the sky is called the Ruthless Dao.

He sat on the porch chair in the empty gazebo of the Ruthless Dao Sect, looking at the familiar plants and trees around him, and the ghost that only he could see.

"You don't seem surprised."

"I guessed it." Yan Hualan lowered his eyebrows.

"The ruthless way, the evil way, everyone in the three realms can get it and punish it. Once it is infected, it can no longer be modified." Shuang Jiangnian smiled so badly, "I kill you now, and I can increase my cultivation. Do you think it will increase?" To what extent?"

The deeper the love, the more beneficial it will be when the love is broken.

Yan Hualan put gold on his face, and said with a sneering smile, "...one step to immortality?"

This was not the answer Shuang Jiangnian wanted.

He thought that Yan Hualan would fear him and alienate him, fearing that one day he would suddenly rise up and stab him.

You are not afraid of me?

His eyes said so.

Yan Hualan answered him: "Cultivating evil ways doesn't necessarily mean doing evil things. You definitely won't do bad things."

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes moved slightly: "So trust me?"

"En!" Yan Hualan said with a smile, "I know what kind of person you are."

He smiled brightly and confidently: "There is still a long way to go. If you choose a wrong step, you will not lose everything. Maybe in the future, there will be a hero who is wise and mighty, and you will be promoted to Jindan once you double cultivate with him. Two Nascent Souls... ten times and you will ascend directly. In this case, it doesn't matter if you practice the ruthless way."

Incredible.

Shuang Jiangnian burst out laughing, stood up and shook off the flowers falling from her sleeves: "You are better than a storyteller."

"Really! Let me tell you, I can predict the future... I didn't lie to you this time, it's absolutely true, you will have an excellent husband in the future who will never see the past and the future." Yan Hualan caught up with him, "If I'm not right, every time I tell a lie, I lose an inch!"

Shuang Jiangnian glanced at him suspiciously. "

Yan Hualan looked up proudly: "Seven inches! There are seven inches!"

He ran into Shuang Jiangnian in front of him.

Shuang Jiangnian leaned against him, raising her arms lazily, wrapping around the back of his neck.

"An optimistic fairy with a full seven inches..." He raised his face, as if asking for a kiss, "Please take me away."

They escaped from the Ruthless Dao Sect and wandered in the mortal world.

Shuang Jiangnian's incognito business was not proficient enough, and not long after, he was caught by the Ruthless Taoist priest after he found some clues.

As soon as he returned to the sect, the ruthless Taoist coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

He couldn't hold on to his Taoism, and the "forgetfulness" that was deep in his heart and implanted by the previous suzerain was devouring him all the time, and he was about to die.

And he has to do the same thing as his master - to pass on Wangqing to his disciples.

"I'm sorry, Jiang Nian, the master can only do this, the ruthless way must not break the inheritance, you are the most hopeful person to become immortal..."

Shuang Jiangnian's face was cold.

He knew that Master gave Wangqing to him just to let his own son Meng Kezhi stay away from the right and wrong about Wangqing and live a safe life.

This is Master's affection, and it is also the cause of breaking Master's ruthless Taoism.

Wangqing crawled into his heart like a silver mechanical spider.

Yan Hualan tried everything to deal with Wangqing, either by burning it with fire or stomping on it, and finally covered Shuang Jiangnian's heart with both hands, trying in vain to block Wangqing's progress.

The silver spider passed through his hand like through a hallucination that doesn't exist.

Shuang Jiangnian held the hand of the illusion that did not exist, but could really feel the warmth... and the hot tears falling on the back of his hand.

"It's okay, just stay with me." He said softly to Yan Hualan.

Before the words were finished, Wangqing's first punishment came violently, and Shuang Jiangnian groaned in pain, and passed out.

After the death of Wuqing Taoist, Meng Kezhi found it difficult to find him again.

Shuang Jiangnian and his invisible ghost are unrestrained in the world.

The pain in his heart was like a gangrene, and he began to crave alcohol to numb the pain.

Still drunk at first.

In spring, when he broke his wine glass, he lay lazily under the cherry blossom tree, watching the sun embrace the falling flowers, whirling and dancing, and falling gracefully.

Yan Hualan lit the cigarette stick damp between his fingers for him.

Shuang Jiangnian was drunk, looked at him, and slowly exhaled a puff of thin smoke.

Yan Hualan didn't hide, and let the smoke envelope him.The light smoke is lingering, and the fragrance of flowers and medicine is mixed. The whole world seems to be illusory, and only each other in the smoke remains.

"When...are you going to eat me?" Shuang Jiangnian asked.

"Why do you want to pay me?" Yan Hualan said sadly, "I haven't been able to change anything, I haven't been able to do anything for you."

"Why hasn't it changed?" Shuang Jiangnian fiddled with the petals of cherry blossoms on his temples, "You have fulfilled my wish."

The invisible man gave him company and walked with him through all the darkness.

Since then, in his deepest loneliness, he is no longer alone.

Yan Hualan seems to understand but not understand.

Shuang Jiangnian picked up the cherry blossom petals on his temples and slid down his cheeks.

"If there is a day to ask for payment, please do it when I am drunk, it will not hurt."

The petals at his fingertips finally landed on Yan Hua's appendix and held between his lips.

Shuang Jiangnian leaned over, and the tip of her tongue rolled away the petals of flowers.

"It's best... right now."

The clothes are full of flowers.