When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

Xie Zhiwei didn't worry too much about the rice porridge, he took his eyes off the ground and looked at the place where they were.

The hut in front of me has a thatched roof and logs as walls, and due to neglect, the wooden walls look pitted and full of small insect-eaten holes.

There is even a piece of wood missing in some places, and the light from the outside shines into the house through the gap, making the hut without windows look very bright.

If I had to describe this place in one word, it would be—broken!

Xie Zhiwei looked at the miserable situation of Chen Yu's living place, frowned slightly, and said, "Isn't Immortal Wen Yuan reluctant to find you a good house to live in?"

Even the cowsheds and stables of aristocratic families are stronger and more prestigious than this wooden house.

Hearing this, Yan Yu raised his lips and smiled lightly, and said: "You can't say that. He just thought I was ashamed and didn't want many people to see me, so he found me a room in the most remote part of Wenyuan Mansion."

He stepped over the sticky rice porridge spilled on the ground, rubbed Xie Zhiwei's shoulder, and walked towards the outside of the hut.

After walking for a while, Yan Yu turned around, glanced left and right at the room from the outside, and joked: "Think about the good, at least there is a room here that can shelter the wind and rain. Otherwise, I guess I would have Dig holes on the spot and bury them in the soil to sleep."

His tone sounded very optimistic, without any sadness, as if he was talking about other people's tragic past.

Xie Zhiwei took a deep look at Yan Yu.

He actually admired Yan Yu's open-mindedness, but after thinking about it, more than a thousand years have passed, and Yan Yu has already become a person who is completely opposite to Chen Yu. Powerful enough to act recklessly in the realm of comprehension.

Xie Zhiwei thought to himself: Now, in Yan Yu's eyes, the Immortal Wenyuan who once hurt and used him may be just a nameless ant, so naturally there is no need to invest too much anger.

Thinking about it this way, it is quite normal for Yan Yu to be relieved and look away from this past.

Xie Zhiwei recovered from his contemplation, and found that Yan Yu's figure was far away from him.

The young man in xuanyi walked against the light, and the soft sunlight outlined a circle of glistening white light around the edge of his slender figure, making his whole body look like a piece of flawless jade with radiant brilliance.

This picture made Xie Zhiwei a little dazed.

"Hey! You, wait for me!" Xie Zhi shouted slightly.

Yan Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, and at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a few tall and bulky servants running towards him quickly.

They called out to the other servants as they ran, with a ferocious look on their faces, "Come on! That kid Chen Yu has sneaked out, shut him up quickly, and don't let today's distinguished guests see him!"

From what it looked like, he was here to arrest Yan Yu.

Xie Zhiwei moved his fingers slightly, intending to use spells to stun these people, but before he could make a move, he saw several balls of fire floating out of Yan Yu's body, and rushed towards the faces of these servants.

Seeing this, the servants immediately dispersed and dodged to the side. However, the fireball seemed to have eyes, and suddenly turned in the middle, and none of them landed on their bodies and wrapped them around their bodies.

A few wisps of charred meat wafted from the flames.In the blink of an eye, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a few piles of ashes on the ground.

A breeze blew, and the ashes were mixed together, indistinguishable.

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

He looked at the servants of the secret realm who were so dead that they couldn't die anymore, and he had a more intuitive understanding of Yan Yu's fierce and ruthless style.

"What's the matter?" Yan Yu looked at Xie Zhiwei who had stopped him just now, and asked.

Xie Zhiwei cleared up his complicated mood, and his figure teleported to Yan Yu, and said, "Just... I want to ask, you didn't come to the secret realm just to kill Immortal Yuan, did you?"

Yan Yu folded his hands and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Xie Zhiwei heard his tone and knew it was not.

Xie Zhi slightly slowed down his somewhat rapid breathing, his eyes showed a trace of seriousness, and he slightly opened his lips: "Could it be...you want to..."

"Heh," Yan Yu directly interrupted him, reminding with a half-smile, "Just guess, and I won't tell you the answer if you guess right. You'd better figure out some things by yourself."

As he spoke, he stretched out a cold, white and thin finger, pointed it in front of Xie Zhiwei's eyes and shook it slightly, and said with a smirk: "In the Demon Realm, if you ask a Demon Cultivator about his secrets, you must first call three Grandpa, be a grandson for a while, otherwise, there is no way!"

"No way" was emphasized by Yan Yu, and he spoke forcefully.

Xie Zhiwei looked at the thin fingers approaching his eyes, and closed his mouth wisely, dispelling the idea of ​​continuing to inquire about Yan Yu's motives.

He lowered his thin eyelids and looked away calmly, with an expression on his face as indifferent as snow.

Seeing that Xie Zhi backed down slightly, Yan Yu stopped teasing him, retracted his troublesome fingers, and took a light step back.

"Is there anything else?" Yan Yu asked.

Xie Zhiwei replied simply: "Yes!"

Yan Yu waited for him leisurely.

Xie Zhi pursed his lips slightly, his thoughts turned rapidly, after a few breaths, he opened his mouth slowly, looking directly at Yan Yu seriously, "I asked you this question before, you really killed Wu Ming back then, right? "

He asked urgently, and Yan Yu understood the other party's real intentions hidden under these questions almost instantly.

Thinking of this, Yan Yu unconsciously closed his eyes, avoiding to meet the eyes of the person in front of him.

"I can't remember," he heard himself answer. "It's been so long. I've killed a lot of people. I don't know the names of every soul that died at my hands."

Xie Zhiwei looked at him steadfastly, with a determined attitude, his eyes burning: "My reincarnation told me that I can't ignore my intuition."

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

"Recently, I suddenly had a very wonderful guess, even I couldn't believe it myself." Xie Zhiwei continued, taking a deep breath, feeling uneasy in his heart, "Wu Ming...it's you, right?"

The smile on Yan Yu's face stopped immediately, like a stream freezing into ice in a cold wave.

He looked at the look of anticipation and fear on Xie Zhiwei's face, trying to figure out the answer he most wanted to hear.

The eyebrows and eyelashes cast shadows in the sunlight, and the black eyes were hidden in the mottled light and shadow, making it difficult to see the complex expression in his eyes.

There are two choices before him now - admit it, or deny it.

Yan Yu understands that Xie Zhiwei is high and arrogant, and it is difficult to accept that his former best friend has become a devil.Telling him is almost equivalent to breaking with him completely.

If you don't tell him, Wu Ming's vest can still occupy a place in Xie Zhiwei's heart, and he will always regard Wu Ming as an ordinary handyman disciple who strives tirelessly for a better life, optimistic and strong.

Yan Yu rubbed his chin and thought about it, and felt that the latter result sounded better.

It seems nice to have a friend forever, even if the friendship stays in the past...

After calming down the complicated thoughts in Hao's heart, the corners of Yan Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and he pulled out a faint smile that could not tell the emotion.He said in a relaxed tone: "Xie Xianjun, your guess is really amazing, and most people can't think of it. It's a pity that you guessed wrong, I'm not him."

Hearing this, Xie Zhiwei closed his eyes tightly to hide the emotion in them.The whole person still looks like the cold and proud immortal cultivator in white, with a fairy air, unstained, as if he will not be moved by anything.

However, his slightly trembling black eyelashes revealed a different kind of mood, he couldn't tell the truth, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

"Really?" Xie Zhiwei replied in a steady voice, "That's great, I was wrong."

Then, he sighed and bid farewell to Yan Yu: "I'm sorry for bothering you, goodbye."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yu saw Xie Zhiwei's figure blur and disappear before his eyes like a puff of mist.

"Just leave?"

In the middle of the ashes, Yan Yu looked up at the bright sun in the sky.The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes, so he raised his hand and spread his five fingers to cover it.

The shadows of the five fingers intertwined with the bright light of the day at his eyebrows, blurring the expression in his eyes.

After staying for a while, Yan Yu collected his mind and walked along the narrow path to the center of Wenyuan Mansion.

In order to eliminate the interference during the subsequent battle, Yan Yu fought while walking.

Along the way, everyone he met, whether they were servants, guests, or other Wenyuan Mansion disciples, were burned to ashes by him.

His black clothes were like ink, and as he walked, he brought a burst of scorching red fire, and the soaring flames mercilessly devoured all the vitality around him.

The Wenyuan Mansion, which was bustling and bustling one moment, turned into scorched earth the next moment. The people's voices on the stone road were silent, and the outer walls of the houses and pavilions were blackened with smoke, as if they had experienced a terrible catastrophe.

Standing at the highest point of Wenyuan Mansion, Yan Yu looked back at the purgatory he created behind him, but he seemed to see the beauty of spring, the corners of his lips, which were as red as blood, were slightly raised, and he gave a wanton and crazy smile.

Afterwards, he turned around and jumped into the main hall in the center of Wenyuan Mansion, his figure was as light as a swallow.

The scene in the main hall was the same as before. The many monks sitting inside were not aware of the tragedy outside at all, and they were still drinking tea and discussing the Tao leisurely.

The musician plucks the thin strings in his hands, and the elegant sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly, adding a touch of misty and peaceful immortality to the hall.

However, the danger has quietly landed.

……

On the other side, Xie Zhiwei realized that the secret place here was suspected to be a replica of the scene from the past, and after saying goodbye to Yan Yu, he teleported to the Library Pavilion of Wenyuan Mansion.

Looking at the same bookshelves as before, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

Xie Zhiwei suppressed the excitement in his heart, maintained his cold and indifferent demeanor, and walked slowly in front of every bookshelf, patiently looking for clues that might be valuable.

A clue that can directly prove that Wu Ming and Yan Yu are two people!

However, after searching for a long time, there was no result.

A wry smile appeared on Xie Zhiwei's face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't know what he was expecting now.

He should have been very happy to get the answer he wanted, but his intuition became stronger and stronger, telling him constantly that the truth was the last thing he wanted to see.

Now that things are going on, do you still have to lie to yourself?

Xie Zhiwei reached out to take out a book from the bookshelf next to it, and raised his hand to read it.The moment his fingers touched the writing, he finally sighed and put it back in place as if admitting defeat.

Before leaving the secret realm, he glanced at the scene outside through the window, and the crimson flames burning not far away were reflected in his indifferent eyes.

Looking vaguely, those flames are like the brilliant blooming patches of azaleas on both sides of the road, gorgeous and flamboyant, full of infinite power.

After Xie Zhiwei watched silently for a while, he went straight back to the depths of Xie Shi's sea of ​​consciousness.

In Huixian Pavilion, Xie Shi's progress was made very fast.At this moment, he has completed the first six tests, and is working hard on the last task—feasting the guests.

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