Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

The next morning, Yun Cuo got up again with dark circles under his eyes.

It seemed that the person who had never been close to cats suddenly gained favor. He didn't even dare to move, and he didn't even change his posture all night.In the past, he climbed onto Xuehuai's bed shamelessly, but today is different, Xuehuai crawled over on his own initiative.

He put his hands across Xuehuai's waist, and hugged him carefully all night.

The next day, Xuehuai woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Yun Cuo's vigilant eyes—preparing for the fact that she would be kicked off by him.

He thought that Xuehuai had fallen asleep.

Xuehuai knew what he was thinking, so she couldn't help being playful. She reached out and rubbed the top of his head messily, and then said in a good mood: "Good morning, Young Master Yun."

The gluttonous ghost also woke up, and found himself sandwiched between Xuehuai and Yuncuo, his eyes widened in horror.

Xue Huaicai didn't care about the shocked person and ghost, he jumped off the rickety hammock, walked barefoot to the side to change clothes, picked up a piece of clothing hastily, and called the gluttonous ghost to come over and get dressed.

The little clothes he made for the gluttonous ghosts were picked up by Yun mistake yesterday, they were red with white velvet, very festive.Xuehuai let it lie on her lap, then held its paws, and patiently dressed him up.After putting it on, the gluttonous ghost looked at himself in the mirror who looked like a lion dancer, but he was still happy, and turned around a few times.

Xuehuai said: "You don't need to cook today, let's go to the food court to eat together, shouldn't it be time to participate in the trial?"

Yun Cuo saw that he was already tidy, so he came back to his senses and hurriedly went to wash up.

His hair was messed up from sleeping, and Xue Huai rubbed it again, so he couldn't comb it for a long time.His hair was different from the impression he gave to others. It was very thin and soft, and it was easy to get tangled after washing. He was afraid that Xue Huai would wait, so he tried hard to comb the tangled part.

Xuehuai almost heard the sound of his hair snapping, and laughed: "What's the matter with you? Take it easy, come here, and I'll comb it for you."

Yun Cuo walked over with his hands tied.Xuehuai sat him down on the edge of the bed, got up to comb for him, and relaxed her strength to take care of him slowly.

While holding Yun Cuo's hair, he told him: "When I was a child, my hair was also thin and soft. It was hard to manage. It hurts to comb it hard. When I got anxious, I wanted to cut it off. My mother taught me to comb it slowly and gently. It's light, and it will fall apart after a few lines—you see."

He twisted a strand of hair around, making Yun Cuo tilt his head and proudly showed him the tricks he had learned as a child.Fingertips that were as white as suet jade touched his silver-white, soft hair, brushing it with an almost gentle force.

Xuehuai asked him again: "Shall I make it up for you? You always find a crown to stand up at random, and that is too careless. Just use this cantaloupe hairpin with golden silk hollowed out gemstones, what do you think?"

He himself has always braided his hair simply, and hooked it with a light gold flat pendant net, which is loose but not messy, and fits neatly.

He reached out and handed the papaya hairpin to Yun Cuo, asking him to look at the beautiful black jade on it.He thought he liked black, but he didn't realize that it was the only color that looked the same to him and others.

Yun wrongly said: "Okay."

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand gently resting on his shoulder—it was slender and beautiful, and the outline of the bones could be seen, but the light blue blood vessels could not be seen. At a glance, he could tell it was the hand of a guy who had never experienced hardship. It was so cute. tight.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to hold down Xuehuai's wrist that was about to be withdrawn - tilted his head, and kissed up earnestly.

The breath is hot, and the moist skin on the thirsty lips seems to be able to burn a reddish mark on it.

Xuehuai withdrew her hand with a "whoosh", and the hairpin fell to the side of the bed.This move was completely subconscious, he didn't expect Yun Cuo to kiss him suddenly, and said with some embarrassment: "Don't move around."

They were too close, Xuehuai bent over him, picked up the hairpin, and put her hand on his shoulder.Yun Cuo looked up and could only glimpse his delicate jaw and reddish earlobes.

Unconvinced, he suddenly stretched out his hand, gently pulled the person in front of him, and hugged him into his arms.He wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his face to his heart, like a little wolf who lived alone to test the warmth.

After being frozen for a moment, Xuehuai picked up the hairpin calmly, and then combed it for him. After waiting, he gently pushed on his shoulder: "Okay, let's go out to eat."

Only then did Yun Cuo let him go, and he raised his eyes to look at him, filled with unsure joy.

The two of them had something to do today, Yuncuo was going to Murong Jinchuan to rest and meditate, Xuehuai rented a bat from Hades yesterday, and wanted to arrange things.

I didn't want to hear that before the two of them had time to leave, they heard that the gate of the extreme trial had been opened, and it would be open for ten consecutive days, and the disciples in the sect would participate in order.

When Yuncuo heard about this, he went to find Xuehuai together, and immediately signed up, so the two of them were in a very high position, and they had to participate in the trial today.

On the contrary, Xuehuai breathed a sigh of relief - such an early trial is just enough for them to make a quick decision, and they don't have to worry about asking for leave and a lot of things to delay.

Yuncuo asked for his opinion with his eyes: "Then, Xuehuai, shall we go there now?"

Xuehuai nodded, and then thought of something: "By the way, I'll go back to get the weapon, and you bring the weapon here too. We have tried several difficult trial scenarios before, and the leader must know it too. Maybe it will just add some food to us."

The little junior sister next to me heard it, and said in surprise: "Isn't it? Master is so cruel?"

Xuehuai said firmly: "Maybe there really are."

He went back and took the spirit fire gun, and met Yun Cuo at the gate of the illusion.

The illusionist in charge of their group of illusions happened to be Sha Hua.After seeing Xuehuai, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Xiaohuai."

Yun Cuo glanced at him vigilantly, didn't say anything, and moved his steps calmly, trying to block Xue Huai, but Xue Huai saw through it at a glance——

He pushed Yun Cuo's shoulder away, trying to get close to his senior brother, trying to get some gossip: "How about it, senior brother? Did the master tell you that he wants to punish me and Junior Brother Yun to death?"

Sha Hua shook his head and said, "I can't tell you that, okay, go in quickly."

Xuehuai sighed, and dragged Yun wrong to go in.

As soon as they entered, Xuehuai knew that she had guessed right—the five most difficult trials they had practiced before were all in vain. Murong Jinchuan obviously knew that they had trained in advance and knew which scenes they had chosen, so Simply don't use any of them, all they are given is a test of the next level of difficulty.

The difficulty of the scene is next level, which means that the difficulty must be increased elsewhere.

Xue Huai clenched the spirit fire gun in his hand, and felt the surrounding world with his heart - he had a keen ear, and quickly discerned an unusual sound of wind in it.

He said softly: "Something is coming, Junior Brother Yun."

Yun took a wrong look at him, said nothing, stretched out his hand to pull him over, and pulled him behind him.

In his hand, the sharp weapon was already out of its sheath.Xuehuai was behind him, and saw that he was using the butterfly double swords he used on the battlefield in his previous life, one long and one short, gorgeous and fierce.

He said calmly, "Xuehuai, hide behind me."

It felt weird, it wasn't him anymore with the knife.In the past, he was Yun Cuo's knife, with an unshakable edge, and he grew up little by little to become the final left protector, cutting all the smooth paths for him.In this life, it seems to have become his scabbard, replaced by Yun Cuo to protect him, even though he hasn't done so well.

Xuehuai said: "Well...it's okay, just leave me alone, I'm a medicine repairer, I'll be fine."

Yun Cuo looked back at him.Xuehuai stretched out her hand to demonstrate to him - when he shot down the bat, he couldn't control the starlight of the spirit fire gun, which almost caused a catastrophe, but when he switched to the healing technique, he would not have such worries at all.

After the spiritual power is amplified, the most basic defensive skills, purification skills, mind-cleaning skills, and restoration skills grow rapidly. The power of medicine repair is "recovery" rather than "offensive", so it will not cause any devastating consequences.

He has not yet achieved the state of nothing outside his mind. When he is thinking loosely, the soft starlight swayes the sky and the earth. Every time he takes a step, his feet are like spring, and countless flowers and young leaves can be produced.Wherever they passed, the sky was clear and the wind was bright, the clouds gathered and dispersed, and an invisible aura surrounded them.

Everything is in spring.

Especially Yuncuo himself.

When the powerful healing technique hit his head and face, he first saw the color of the world change—in his eyes, the crimson sky and the strange yellow-brown mountains and rivers shook suddenly, squeezing out a trace of something he had never seen before. Color - colorful and brilliant, vivid like a dream.He instinctively knew that it was the true color of this world, but it was fleeting, like a candle flame dancing through a screen, and he couldn't grasp it.

But it was beautiful enough to make him lose his mind.

Others only know that people in the demon world can't see clearly when they look directly at the fairy's house, as if through a fog, but only Yun Cuo knows that he is different, different from all immortals, and even more different from all demons.Perhaps his magic eye was born from his half-celestial body, even if he used magic to suppress the magic breath in his eyes, he couldn't see the original color of the object.

In his world, there will always only be two colors that are reddish or greenish. True red and true green are the most beautiful colors he can understand.And black is the only color he shares with others.

It's not that he doesn't know how to heal, and it's not that he hasn't seen his eyes, but this is the first time that this happened today.The moment he was enveloped by the healing technique, he glimpsed a fragment of the real world, as if a blind man had blown that leaf.

Xuehuai suddenly found that the cloud was not moving.

The half-devil youth stopped in his tracks and looked up at the sky, dazed and fascinated that he couldn't understand appeared in his expression.

He had a glimpse of that door, a fragrant and beautiful other world, and that door was opened by Xuehuai for him.

Yun Cuo asked softly: "Xuehuai, what are you thinking?"

Xuehuai looked at him and said without hesitation, "I miss you."

This is not nonsense, the healing technique is covering his head, if he is not thinking about him, who else can he think about?

He weighed the spirit fire blunderbuss in his hand, played with it casually, the muzzle of the gun was aligned with Yuncuo, and the brilliance of the mind-cleaning technique revealed from his fingertips: "Go, Junior Brother Yun! Senior Brother is watching you from behind."

He hooked a brisk smile, as if the fun was completely hooked, Yun Cuo was hooked by such eyes, and bit him to death——

At that moment, there was no need to confirm anything.

The person in front of him is the same person in his previous life, with the same high spirits and youthful flair.With the ease and ease of having experienced the flames of war, he broke away from the immature calmness.

The sound of the wind finally came.On the edge of the illusion, a gloomy Zhu Jiuyin appeared, with yellow snake eyes leading straight to hell, making a disturbing hiss.

Xuehuai and Yun made a mistake, and they met the target at the same time.

His saber was fully utilized in Yun Cuo's hands.Yuncuo's killing has always been like this, violent, precise, and ruthless, exactly the same as Xuehuai.As he was walking forward, Xuehuai followed closely, creating a barrier for him to heal new wounds.The two had never cooperated with Killing Beast before, but they moved smoothly and seamlessly with each other.

In the first level, Murong Jinchuan brought a candle to Jiuyin.

The second level, twenty red flame golden beasts.

The third level, millions of Yin soldiers.

After the fourth level, there will be no more sudden ferocious beasts and ghosts.After all, Murong Jinchuan still felt sorry for these two little ones, and in the last two levels, he randomly picked two levels of moderate difficulty for them.

The fourth layer is fine, the problem lies in the fifth layer.

The fifth layer is pure white mist, which is exactly the top of the mountain where Yun Cuo practiced every day.The difficulty is not high, but it happens to be Xuehuai's Achilles' heel.

All white and all black are the ultimate test. Darkness breeds fear and panic, and pure white breeds confusion and doubt.

Xuehuai got separated from Yuncuo here - the fog blocked the transmission of all sound and light and heat, almost suffocating him.

He didn't expect that he could hardly survive this level-this scene directly brought him back to the dying scene in his previous life.So similar, with the snow all over the sky and the aimless pursuit, he didn't even know how he died. He only knew that one moment he believed in the horse, and the next moment, the wind passed by, his soul left his body, and he would never look back.

Before his soul was drawn by the impermanence of Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, what he fell into was a completely white confusion.

All white.

Only after dying once can you know what the feeling of being surrounded by eternal coldness is. It is more desperate than shutting a living person into a tomb. You have to die, you are forced to nowhere to retreat.

This is his demon.

Death, death was the only karma he could not overcome.

He was covered in cold sweat, closed his eyes and walked forward step by step, but the up, down, left, and right were all white, with no way to go, no edges.

He is dying, no one can hear his voice, no one is waiting for him on the bridge of Naihe, he has nothing left.

He was about to fall down uncontrollably, as fleeting as a dandelion scattered in the wind, but he immediately felt that a pair of hands grabbed him forcefully, pulled him up, and hugged him fiercely.

At that moment, the white mist seemed to dissipate.

Yun Cuo's worried voice penetrated his mind, calling him a bit clear: "Xuehuai? Xuehuai? What's wrong with you?"

Xuehuai managed to recover, only to realize that she was drenched in cold sweat.He was trembling all over, but could not utter a word.

Seeing his appearance, Yuncuo hugged him tightly in his arms without saying a word, patted his back carefully, and coaxed: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, this is where our sword cultivators usually meditate. After sunrise, the fog clears, we can stay here until sunrise, when we go down the mountain, we can go out immediately.”

Xuehuai was still shaking and couldn't speak a word.Yun Cuo spoke to him clumsily, sentence by sentence, talking aimlessly, from today's meal to the weather in a few days, trying to bring back his stability.

Xuehuai slowly calmed down.Yun Cuo hugged him until the fog gradually receded, revealing the scene around them—a broad mountaintop, boundless.

Yun Cuo asked him: "Can you walk? Xuehuai, I will carry you on my back."

Xuehuai shook her head, her voice hoarse: "I'm fine."

Yun Cuo looked at him worriedly.Xuehuai pretended to be relaxed and smiled at him: "It's really all right."

He squeezed his wrist, and there was a definite squeeze and pain, but this was not enough to prove that he was still alive.He is a man of habit and pain, so it is not enough.

He wants something warm and fresh, he wants to taste a piece of sugar, drink into the spring spring, and ignite his frozen soul.

He looked at Yun Cuo, stared at it motionlessly, and suddenly leaned over - sucked his lips fiercely, clasped his hands with both hands, intertwined his fingers, and almost crushed him to the ground.

Is it sweet?

Xuehuai was a little dazed.

He remembered that when Yun Cuo pushed him under a pear tree to kiss him, Yun Cuo said, "It's sweet."

He was looking for that sweetness, even if he died, he wanted to taste that kind of sweetness, but he was quickly turned against him—Yun Cuo quickly clasped him tightly, pinched his waist, and kissed him deeply.He didn't know what his teenager went through in the end, what demons and fears he had in his heart, the only thing he could do was to be by his side.

Confirm him, protect him.

He held Xuehuai's face, and in the palm was his soft skin, his warm and delicate body.Yun Cuo closed his eyes, breathing entangled and trembling, he felt that he was dreaming, and he could not hold back his voice and shouted, there was an unreal——

Bliss.

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