The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Interlocking fingers with Wenfeng one after another, they walked to the place where the incident happened - across the street from the entrance of the inn.

For unknown reasons, a few men were seen beating a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old in the street.

The young man is slender and thin, and he is dressed in ragged, patched coarse cloth, which makes it clear at a glance that his family is poor.

Several men had been beating him for a while, and now they dispersed while cursing, leaving the bruised and bruised teenager lying motionless on the side of the street.

These are all phantoms of residual dreams, and they have no plans and no way to interfere with them.

He looked across the street coldly, then turned his head and asked Wen Feng: "The Demon Lord Wu Ya does one good deed every day, and hasn't done any good deeds in the past few days?"

Hearing the wind, he snorted and put on the mask: "This seat really likes to transform people who are in a desperate situation, isolated and helpless."

Yan Lifeng's eyes were tender and serious: "Could it be wrong?"

"It's right to help others. It's also right to take revenge." The corners of the lips drooped one after another, "If you have a wrong to revenge, if you have a revenge to revenge, you shouldn't involve innocent people."

Innocent people are involved, which will spark new hatred.If this continues, the chain of hatred will turn the whole world into a purgatory of corpses and blood.

Wenfeng picked up a few strands of his black hair and played with them around his fingertips: "I just teach them how to become stronger and help them make suggestions."

"Whether to revenge, how to revenge, the final choice and decision are in their own hands."

"Even if the innocent are involved, it's because they want to vent their resentment, and I have no right to interfere."

They opened their mouths one after another, stunned for a moment, and sighed helplessly: "I can't say no to you."

Demon Monarch Wuya obviously takes pleasure in playing with people's hearts, but all his fallacies and heresies are so high-sounding, it seems that everything should be done for granted.

Wen Feng put the black hair on his fingertips to his mouth, sniffed and kissed lightly: "I also interfered a few times, forcibly ordering them how to do it."

"it's all because of you."

Wenfeng's sweet words are too confusing and irresistible.

At this time, the young man lying on the side of the street recovered a little strength, struggled to stand up, walked to the street with heavy steps, and turned into an alleyway.

Pulling back her hair one after another, she lifted her heels up.

Wenfeng smiled lightly and followed behind.

The two followed the boy through several alleyways.

The buildings along the street changed from rich and tall pavilions to low-rise residential buildings, then to mud-walled courtyards, and finally came to a dilapidated thatched cottage courtyard.

As soon as the boy walked into the low and dilapidated earthen wall, several neighbors dressed in the same simple clothes surrounded him anxiously and said to him, "Xiao Xie, where have you been? Your mother is dying, hurry up and take a look inside the house." go."

The young man from the Xie family hurried into the room.

The aunts in the neighbors expressed their sighs one after another when they said something to me.Standing not far away one after another, from their words, piece together the boy's life experience.

The boy's mother used to be a maid of a rich family. It is said that she is as beautiful as a fairy, and she learned to read and write with the master's family since she was a child.

The owner of the household liked elegant poems and songs, and met many literati and famous officials.The boy's father was one of them.

The young man's father is full of poems and books, and he is good at reciting and composing poems. He was once a great talent who moved the capital, and was appreciated by the nobles of the wealthy family.So the nobleman of the wealthy family married the beautiful maid to him as his wife, which led to a romantic story of a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Xie Caizi, like most literati, was determined to gain fame and become an official in the court.

It's a pity that he is full of talents and talents, and is good at singing the wind and playing the moon, but he has no strategy for governing the country.Therefore, although he is famous, he has no choice but to fail after repeated trials.

The emperor didn't like flashy rhetoric, and he was at war with neighboring countries all the year round. The officials in the court were either military generals who would set the world right away, or civil servants who could only write a few poems.

Talented man Xie couldn't enter the court as an official, and he had no other skills to find another livelihood. He earned a few taels of silver by serving as a purse for the nobles of the wealthy family.Even though he is famous, his life is very poor.

Because of repeated trials and failures, he was depressed and unhappy, and left a pair of orphans and widows after his untimely death.

Wen Feng disdainfully sneered: "There used to be quite a few literati like this in the mortal world, who only knew poetry and battle but didn't know how to govern the country. Let them be officials, I'm afraid they don't even know how to pay taxes on the land."

"But they are conceited about their talents, and they always think that they are full of knowledge, and that those in power don't appreciate it."

They nodded indifferently one after another. The best strategy and poetic talent are two completely different things.

Many people always feel that their talents are underappreciated, but in fact they only talk about the world on paper, and they are not talents of pillars.

The so-called romantic stories about gifted scholars and beauties, if they live in such a place, for the beautiful lady, they are not as good as the maid of a wealthy family.

The two stood not far outside the courtyard for a while, the young man came out with a sad face, and told the neighbors around the courtyard about his mother's death with tears in his eyes.

The neighbors comforted with a few words, "Life and death are determined by fate and wealth and honor", "Sorrow and change", and helped Xie's family deal with the funeral.

They are all poor families, who have no money or spare time to build a mourning hall, buy mourning clothes for funerals, and even have no money to buy a thin coffin.

It was only wrapped in straw mats and buried in an unowned wasteland.It is a decent funeral to prevent the corpse from being eaten by wild dogs.

The villagers and neighbors helped Xie's family dig a hole and bury him, and then dispersed.

The boy could read and write, split a tree to make a rough tombstone, sat alone in front of the grave, and slowly carved the birth mother's name, date of birth and death with a blunt knife.

They watched silently not far away one after another, frowning slightly.

Wen Feng pinched his sharp jaw and turned his head towards himself: "What's so interesting?"

Do you even want to eat such a little vinegar?

He was speechless one after another, and gave him a cold look: "I think his appearance... looks somewhat similar to you."

Wen Feng's appearance has always been in his early twenties, and five years ago, when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, I don't know if he looked that young.

The gentle voice said with a smile: "Do you like small ones? I can also change into a 15-year-old appearance. I can be younger."

One after another expressionless: "Get out."

The corners of Wenfeng's mouth raised high: "In my eyes, there is nothing special about his appearance. In your eyes, he looks like me, which can only mean..."

He clasped his long and slender fingers and stroked the other person's heart: "You have me in your heart and think of me, so you will feel that the person in the dream is me."

He finally took a place in this unintentional and cold jade's heart.

"I always have you in my heart." One after another, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she looked at him with a smile, "It's all about you."

In the past, it was a blind but wholehearted trust and reverence. There are thousands of monks in Lingyuan Peak, but only one person believes in Juechen Daojun.

Later, I found out that I was deceived, and I just wanted to cut off all the grievances and grievances in the past, but it was still all related to Wenfeng.

And now, he made the same choice as he did back then.

Even if he regrets it again, next time, he may still choose to hear the news without thinking.

Wen Feng stared at him blankly for a while.

"You always say I'm sweet-talking," he sighed affectionately and helplessly, "but you don't realize that you are the biggest devil in the world who can use sweet words to confuse people's hearts."

"Even if I know that what you're telling are all false lies, I'll still jump into the fire pit like a moth to the flame, willing to give my heart to you and let you play with me."

They laughed jokingly one after another: "If I can deceive the Taoist Lord Juechen in the prosperous and troubled times, I will not insult the name of the successor of the Sen Luo Sword."

While the two were talking, the young man had carved a tombstone and got up to leave.

On the way back to the house, he glanced sideways at Lian Li who was standing not far away.

Confused one after another: "Can you see me?"

The boy looked puzzled: "You are such a big man, you have stood here for a long time, can I not see?"

He glanced at the strange stranger and continued walking in the direction of his home.

They hurriedly turned their heads to look at Wenfeng one after another.

Wen Feng's expression seemed indifferent, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose uncontrollably, betraying his true inner thoughts.

One after another: "..."

He followed here all the way from the inn, although he kept a distance, he did not deliberately hide his whereabouts.

The neighbors who lived here turned a blind eye to the two of them, so he mistakenly thought that the people here couldn't see him.

It turned out that he just ignored him, a stranger passing by by chance.

"The dream is a very strange world. The laws of heaven are completely different from those of the outside world, and there is no specific common sense." Wen Feng pretended that he didn't find it funny, and said nonsense: "Maybe some people in the dream can see us, and some can't see us." arrive."

One after another, his eyes were like knives, and he looked at him coldly: "How to crack the land of delusion?"

He made such a big joke, and now he is venting his anger on others.

"This place is made up of all kinds of strange dream fragments intertwined and fused. What we saw just now is just one of thousands of stars. We need to look at a few more to find the solution."

"Let's go, there's nothing else going on here for the time being." Wen Feng raised his eyes and glanced at the sinking sunset, "We'd better go back to the inn and continue to wait."

……

The two returned to the inn, and after a cloud and rain, they soaked in the bathtub one after another, lying weakly on Junshou's shoulders, and asked curiously: "If in this world, the Wuya Demon Lord, who does good deeds every day, saw that young man, what would he do? "

The corners of Wenfeng's mouth curled up: "What will the little devil do?"

After thinking for a moment: "Give him some money... No, give him the cultivation method of immortality, let him embark on the journey of immortality, and escape from the world."

"My little devil still doesn't understand people's hearts." Wen Feng stepped forward, "You want him to feel at ease, but he may not be willing."

"There is a sternness and ferocity in his eyes, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. Even without my persuasion, he would wholeheartedly stir up disputes and cause chaos in the world."

The brows dyed hazy and red were slightly frowned.

Wenfeng likes to find this kind of person the most, to add fuel to the fire, and then find an excellent stand seat, sit leisurely, and wait for the good show to take place.

The violent collision made the sound of water, and the elegant voice said with a deep smile: "This is in a dream, I can't do anything."

"And if you don't like it, I won't do good deeds to help others in the future."

He glanced coldly one after another at this obscene and shameless man who turned black and white, and played with the world's evil jokes so freshly and refinedly, all the words he wanted to scold turned into broken and murmured, and he couldn't even utter a single dirty word.

……

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and he fell asleep one after another. Suddenly, a scream came from the next door, which woke him up suddenly.

Another incident happened.

The woman's cry for help came from the other wall, and it didn't take long before it turned into a mournful cry.

He frowned one after another: "Is this wall so soundproof? No one in the other rooms? No one in the shop heard it?"

"This is a dream." Yayin chuckled softly, "Even the voices thousands of miles away can reach your ears. But for those who are also dream shadows, the voices in that room are very small , it cannot be transmitted outside the room."

The woman's mournful screams and calls for help continued, and finally she couldn't bear it one after another, and she went out of the room to stop it.

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