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After all, the main peak is a place of exquisite beauty. As long as you have met many new brothers and sisters in the past, even those who are new to the same school will come here to choose a good place, and even each block has various land boundaries. Yan Luofan kept talking along the way, and kept saying hello.

A senior sister was surprised when she saw him, and blurted out doubts: "Junior sister, are you here to look for Yin Ciyue? I thought you had already made a clean break with him."

After she finished speaking, she realized her slip of the tongue and quickly shook her head, "I don't intend to accuse you."

Even if he really blamed Yan Luofan, there is nothing to refute. After all, judging from what he did, the difference between him and Lord Shiyuan when he fell down the well is that he didn't do it himself, that's all. His Holiness let me come and see."

When Xingfang Building sees the overgrown weeds and the dusty swing in the small courtyard, it is inevitable to feel desolate and desolate.

It was only then that Yan Luofan realized that he hadn't been here in the daytime for a long time. Logically speaking, he didn't take his steps lightly. Even if he lost his eyesight, Yin Ciyue would still be able to quickly notice someone coming, but He didn't get any feedback until he stood in front of the door and knocked on the door.

"Yin Ciyue?"

He called several times, and finally pushed the door out anxiously, and saw that he was even more embarrassed than when he was poisoned everywhere, lying there almost lifelessly.

Yan Luofan walked over and saw the Hanshuang sword being casually discarded aside, before he had time to ask the teacher to infuse spiritual energy into it, he thought it would fail, but it didn't, it seems that Yin Ciyue has not yet withdrawn his right to use Xingbi.

"Brother, Master is seriously injured."

Obviously, there was no need for such redundant explanations, Yan Luofan ordered: "Pass the spiritual energy I conveyed to your master."

Hanshuang was on the verge of crying, very at a loss: "You really don't plan to care about it..."

"Stop!" Yan Luofan flicked the blade of the sword, and explained slowly, "This is for you to be prepared for emergencies, okay?"

Only then did Hanshuang shut up aggrievedly, leaning on the bed and talking about the situation at that time, he could only describe it in anger: "Those people don't know what kind of madness they are, they insist on helping Yu Buting get revenge You know, how can the master's current situation beat them, and he was directly pushed down the steps."

At the same time, the people who were kneeling on Siguo Cliff after being whipped sneezed one after another, couldn't help tightening their clothes, and cursed: "Who the hell pushed him down? Ah?!"

Facing the eldest brother's questioning, several other people quickly shirked responsibility, "No, I didn't touch him!" "I was ten feet away from him, and I didn't even touch him." I stood closest to him and pushed, but I really didn't use much force..."

Before he finished speaking, the other implicated people had already violently beat him up, "It's your fault."

That person couldn't find a place to cry, so it shouldn't arouse the disgust of Junior Sister Yan, right?

……

This useless sword, Yan Luofan complained silently in his heart, had already grasped the wrist of the person on the bed, and channeled spiritual energy into it in an orderly manner, watching those small wounds gradually heal, he was relieved.

What Venerable Zhu Yu said was not exaggerated. Yin Ciyue's blood was seriously depleted due to multiple injuries. If it was a person from the mortal world, he might have been covered with a coffin.

Yan Luofan simply deduced: "He shouldn't be able to wake up for a while." At least that's what his physical condition said.

He didn't intend to stay for too long, so he stood up after channeling the aura almost, and finally told Hanshuangjian, "Can you be reliable for a while? Did the aura I asked you to use to protect Yin Ciyue be taken by you?" Swallowed it privately?"

Hanshuang wanted to complain, "No, it's the Lord..."

"Ayan."

Yin Ciyue's unique cold voice sounded.

Yan Luofan was frightened and was about to pull back, but his sleeves were already being pulled. Too much struggle might make the injury worse, so he had to stand where he was and ask meaningless questions: "You, you're awake." It was so dangerous that I almost used a male voice again.

He dropped his eyes on the hand that was holding him. It was white and delicate, slender and well-defined like cold jade, but the fine red scars on it destroyed the original perfection, and it should have been scratched by gravel when it fell down the steps. the result of.

Damn, those few people should never be let go, they actually destroyed the existence of works of art!

But what he is going to do now is even more incomprehensible.

After admiring the knuckles, Yan Luofan stretched out his hand to break them apart one by one, and then stood where he would not be pulled by Yin Ciyue, evading the reason for coming here: "Then Zhu Yu His Holiness can rest assured."

"You want to go?" Yin Ciyue blinked her out-of-focus eyes, looking hurt and dazed.

Does it make people feel pity, especially Yan Luofan, he likes it very much, but he only hesitated for a moment: "Yes."

Yin Ciyue turned her head to the side, half-closed her eyes, and seemed to accept this reality: "Okay."

So decisive, Yan Luofan was surprised for a moment, but he didn't choose to procrastinate to ask, now is not the time to figure out these things, procrastination will cause big problems, so he just turned around and left, and gently closed the door , When stepping out of the small courtyard, he used a formula to remove the weeds.

Yin Ciyue would not be the type of stalker in the first place, this is the right development.

Yin Ciyue, who was staying in the other room, glanced at Hanshuang with those lost eyes, and said coldly: "Speak up."

This will be the last time he lets go.

The care gained by showing off his pity is destined to not last long, the person he likes, his A Yan—even if he is forced to stay, he will be disgusted.

About the innate Taoist body...

Leaving Yan Luofan from Xingfang Tower, he intends to find Venerable Zhuyu again. It is time to put learning the technique of feigning death on the agenda. He has even selected the place where he is going to die. Anyway, it is already the foundation building period, and he is forced to accept an overseas mission. Then find a good place to disappear outside.

But on the way, I was stopped by the senior brother from the transfer hall, "Little junior sister, there are a lot of your letters piled up here."

Yan Luofan apologized first, and then took the stack of letters into his hand. At a glance, they all came from Yancheng. You don't need to open them to know what's inside. It must be urging him to draw a line with Yin Ciyue again. Yes, it's good to write back.

Then he opened one at random, which was quite different from what he had imagined. He said that if it was possible, he would bring Yin Ciyue back to Yancheng, maybe he could find a solution. Without a clue, it's really time to abandon this abandoned child.

The Lord Yan said that he had probably heard some news, and felt that Yan Luofan's neglect was too obvious and would affect his reputation as the number one beauty.

It was thoughtful, Yan Luofan Quan pretended not to see the latter sentence.

For the next half a month, he spent every day switching between morning classes and learning the technique of feigning death, and Yin Ciyue didn't get any news for a long time, as if this head disciple who had lost his original strength was about to disappear gradually In the eyes of everyone, those jealous people also settled down, and even gave birth to some sympathy.

Everyone will not link Yan Luofan and Yin Ciyue together as before, as if the two have never been close before.

And the martial art competition that was resisted by others was approaching with time, and Venerable Xingxi was busy all day long, forcing Yan Luofan to help, as if he would panic and die immediately if he didn't get help.

This day, Yan Luofan looked at the lottery: "Most of us in Lingu Valley are facing Anxi Gate, is it because of the similar strength?"

Venerable Xingxi stopped writing and drawing, and looked at his stupid disciple's forehead with the brush: "Of course, no! It's just that if they don't line up together, they will say something like 'Linguyu is afraid'." It doesn’t matter to anyone anyway, so—”

Yan Luofan nodded, so it was so, so: "Yin Ciyue will also confront them?"

Venerable Xingxi sighed first, she felt helpless about her apprentice's nagging, but she didn't intend to intervene: "No, he was injured too badly, so we can use this to get rid of it, no one will say anything."

Has it really been resolved by accident?Yan Luofan calmed down temporarily, he looked at his master: "This should be all right."

Venerable Xingxi nodded, first stretched his body after stretching his body, and looked towards Xixia Luoyang through the mottled colors of the window lattice: "I knew it should be pushed to that old guy Zhu Yu!"

Yan Luofan sorted out the pages in his hand, and after sorting, "Master, I should have a younger brother or younger sister, right?"

"Huh?" Venerable Xingxi stared at her fox eyes in surprise, she held her chin, and generally speaking, "As a disciple, I hope that the master will only have him? Doesn't Luoluo think so whether it is teaching or other things?" ?”

Yan Luofan smiled lightly, his gaze hung down on the yellowed rice paper, "Lan Xingfeng is too deserted, wouldn't it be good to have a few more people?"

Venerable Xingxi watched her disciples smile more and more superficially, which had recently been mixed with a lot of worries, she pondered for a while, and responded with a smile: "No, I only need to recruit one disciple."

After saying this, she stood up and rubbed the hairy head in front of her eyes: "If you think too much, you will lose your hair."

When it comes to the day of the sect competition, it is like the rebirth of the heavenly sacrifice day, but this time all the sects are here to show their strength, and there are majestic and high-spirited presences in every team, as if saying "I will kill you all!" Hit get down 'to write on the face.

Yan Luofan didn't put those people at ease, he looked around and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that Yin Ciyue didn't show up.

"Hey, have you changed your mind now?"

It was Duan Anping, whom he hadn't seen since the last trouble, and now he leaned over awkwardly, and it was obvious that he had heard the gossip that drew the line.

But Yan Luofan shook his head simply: "Not at all."

He then turned the topic to another direction, "Now do you know where the fountain pendant came from?"

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