Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

Yun Cuo was still injured here, and he was able to walk around the next day, but the wound was still bruised and purple, bleeding profusely, and it looked terrible.

Xuehuai knew that her current level of healing skills could not cure Yun Cuo's lightning injury, so she discussed with him and wanted to return to Murong Xianmen immediately.

Yun Cuo refused, and asked him with a frown. "The matter of Sanshengshi has not been investigated yet, Xuehuai, what will you do if you encounter this kind of thing again? I don't worry."

Xuehuai comforted him with a gentle voice: "There is nothing else to ask here in the Hades, why don't we go back to Master and the others to discuss countermeasures, we should tell them about this kind of thing in advance."

Xuehuai said, "Also, maybe I'm thinking too much. Don't worry about me."

Before heading back to Murong Xianmen, Xuehuai borrowed a pen and paper and wrote a letter to Xuezong.

This letter should have been written long after Yun Cuo confessed his mistakes to him.But because Xuehuai didn't know what to say in the letter, she didn't start writing for a long time, and it has been delayed until now.

In the letter, he wrote that everything was fine, and then told his father: "My son has married Yun by mistake, so you don't have to worry. I just hope that you don't have to carry everything alone. If you have any news, please let me know." Let me also say that I need your support and honesty. The situation on my side is complicated recently, and I hope you will take good care of yourself."

After writing the letter, Xuehuai took Yun Cuo back to Murong Mountain Gate.

When she arrived at the place, the first thing Xuehuai did was to contact Cai Yi and ask her to treat Yun Cuo's lightning injury and confine her to recuperate.

This time they ran out for two days without asking for leave.Murong Jinchuan didn't trouble them for the time being, probably because he was used to it.

He didn't come to see Xuehuai.

However, after Xue Huai settled Yuncuo, she took the initiative to find Murong Jinchuan, and told the old man about this incident and the speculations about the incidents last time.

Murong Jinchuan frowned tightly, attaching great importance to this matter.

"Xiao Huai, you mean someone is going to kill you?" He asked.

Xuehuai nodded: "Although I'm not sure yet, I have a vague feeling that this is the case. I'm wondering if our family has provoked some enemies, so that they want to take revenge on me? Grandpa, do you have a clue?"

Murong Jinchuan didn't answer right away, but just closed his eyes and concentrated on it.

"Xiao Huai, let grandpa think about it."

Xuehuai waited quietly.

Murong Jinchuan usually calls himself a teacher in front of him, and rarely calls him his own grandson.Saying this at this time shows that he must attach great importance to it, and has encountered something that cannot be resolved.

Murong Jinchuan sighed: "I probably remembered a few names, but I still need to confirm them. Xiao Huai, come back some other day, and I will tell you in detail. The matter is important, and I dare not speak in vain. But recently you and Yuncuo, don’t go out of the mountain again. You young people are playful and casual. In the face of major events, you need to know how to measure. This time you have learned a lesson, so I won’t repeat myself.”

Xuehuai said: "Master, I understand."

He was about to step out of the door to leave, but was stopped by Murong Jinchuan.

"Wait, come here again, I'll check your pulse."

Xuehuai didn't know why, but she obediently walked over and sat down, stretched out her hand, and quietly asked Murong Jinchuan to diagnose his pulse.

Murong Jinchuan asked in a deep voice: "Xiaohuai, tell me the truth, have you secretly practiced behind my teacher's back, and have reached the level above Mahayana? Last time you told me that it was the invasion of Yin spirits and you were haunted, but I thought about it, it didn't look like the pulse of that kind of disease, but more like going through a thunderstorm."

Xuehuai was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said: "How is it possible? I am only 17 years old this year. Even if I live two lifetimes, it is impossible for me to cultivate so high."

"I don't think so. Your Taoist companion has reached such a high level by relying on the body of half immortal and half demon, so it may not be able to bring you down."

Murong Jinchuan found out that his pulse condition was normal and snorted coldly.

"Being a teacher let you study, you must remember it well, don't rush for success, don't act like your junior brother Yun, the embroidered pillow is a bag of grass, and no one is looking at it, and you will go crazy. Okay, you go back Well, come back to me in a few days, I still have some things to confirm with my old friend."

Xuehuai then resigned.

Yun Cuo still lives in the cabin from last time.Cai Yi healed him and told him to recuperate for seven or eight days. Xuehuai simply took a few days off to take care of him and be with him.

Originally, Xuehuai wanted to invite Yun Cuo to the day when he was in good health, but this time, no matter how obedient he was, Cai Yi refused: "Xiaohuai, your mind is wild, and you need to correct it. You count it yourself Count, how many times have you taken leave this semester? Come back to class obediently."

Xuehuai had no choice but to agree in a desperate manner.

Yun Cuo is very happy, no matter when or where, as long as Xuehuai is by his side, he is happy.

Even the gluttonous ghost clings to Xuehuai even more than usual - after walking by the Wangchuan River in the underworld, this little glutton somehow became a little more hostile to Yuncuo, and never left Xuehuai every step of the way.

Even when Xuehuai bullies it and squeezes it, it is willing to obediently do it: such as going out to pick a 狻猊, such as learning to cook for Xuehuai, such as learning to read with a pen in its mouth-although the consequence is to eat it. Xuehuai paid the fine out of pocket for hundreds of writing brushes from the school.

Xuehuai found that this little glutton was particularly passionate about writing, and felt a little incredible.The probability of praising it is also greatly increased: "Little Tao, you are really going to become an all-round glutton, you don't need to be so tired."

The Taotie ghost yelled at him, a little anxious and a little bit wronged.

It heard a shocking secret from the raven of the underworld, but it can't speak, so why don't you learn to write!

Only at certain times does the gluttonous ghost get beaten again—such as when he gnawed a hole out of the door in the middle of the night, jumped on the bed, and tried to bite the quilt.

The scene is evocative and the ending is tragic.

On the third day after they came back, Xuehuai's leave of absence expired, so she had to obediently go back to class.Fortunately, he didn't have many classes this semester, so he came to find Yun Cuo immediately after school in the morning, and even brought his younger junior sister and a group of classmates to visit him.

Everyone said they came to visit Yuncuo, but in fact they just chatted in a different place.

"I heard that the school of fortune-telling is going to be opened in the school, and a new magician has been recruited, and now he is setting up a stall in front of the main entrance to tell people's fortunes for free." The younger sister said.

Xuehuai suddenly remembered that last time he met a Taoist fortune teller who was said to be applying for a job, so he asked him for a divination, which was to measure the time when the thunder would fall.

The man told him that there would be no thunder calamity within ten days, so Xuehuai adjusted his schedule and set off to Dongzhou to take revenge, not letting anyone escape. No. On the 11th day, his sky thunder was indeed robbed, and it has to be said that this fortune teller is not in vain.

Xue Huai sighed: "So it's been so long, and he has successfully bid for a monk."

What he said made everyone curious: "What, have you seen him? Have you checked with him? Are you sure? If it's true, we'll go and line up too."

Another classmate interjected: "But that person seems to be only counting marriage, saying that besides marriage, anything else is easy to cause evil."

"What's wrong with that, I still want to know when I can find a Taoist companion!"

In fact, it became hot all of a sudden.

A group of people were ready to go to the main entrance to find someone to tell their fortunes.

Xuehuai was also ready to move.

But what he wanted to count was not marriage, but something else.

After everyone else in the room had left, Xuehuai told Yuncuo: "I want to ask that fortune teller about this matter, don't get out of bed, I'll be here later, you wait for me here, okay?" good?"

Yun Cuo was sitting on the bedside, and was teaching the gluttonous ghost to write a character. Hearing this, he put down both the pen and the gluttonous ghost, stared at him closely, and asked pretending to be nonchalant: "Then, are you still married?"

His tone was too cautious and nervous, Xuehuai burst out laughing.

"What kind of marriage is it? Haven't I married you now?"

Yun Cuo let out an "oh" and looked away in a concealed manner.

Only then did he feel relieved and let him go.

Xuehuai waited in line for half a day, and finally it was her turn.

However, before he had time to speak, the fortune teller had already raised his hand to interrupt him: "Little brother, I know what you want to ask, look to the side, have you seen my sign?"

Xuehuai looked up, and saw that it was the "marriage card only" mentioned by the students, and these words were obviously newly added.

Xuehuai was smart, and immediately understood the meaning of the other party: "You expected what I was going to ask, so changing the sign in advance is only considered a marriage, right?"

He originally planned to add some money to make him let go, but it seems that this time it will not work.

Shen Suanzi stroked his beard with a smile and remained silent.

Xuehuai sighed, then tilted her head and smiled: "However, I do have marriage."

For the unknown future, it is impossible to say that he has no curiosity.

The journey between him and Yun Cuo was so bumpy and tortuous that he even went to Sansheng Stone to engrave his name without his words.

He wanted to know, could the two of them be together well in this life?

Xuehuai asked: "How do you usually ask a marriage test?"

The fortune teller stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Just ask like everyone else, Young Master Xue. Some people ask, will my future reason be a sword cultivator? Others ask me if my future Taoist companion is good-looking...it's up to you."

Xuehuai thought about it.

He can't ask, "Will my future path be a fellow practitioner of immortals and demons", because such a question is meaningless, and it is a choice for those who have no partner. Because there is no lover, the goal is not clear.

Xuehuai asked, "Will the Taoist partner who will be with me for the rest of my life be Yuncuo?"

The fortune teller replied quickly. "Okay, I'll do the math for you, and I will test God's will - God's will tells me that the person you will be with for a lifetime in the future will let you see all seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in one day, and walk towards you on the snow with flowers from thousands of mountains Come, that moment is when he proposes to you."

Xuehuai: "???"

He asked, "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

The little junior sister next to me also heard it, and showed a suspicious look: "What does this mean? It seems that bringing flowers from Wanshan can be done by commanding ancient trees in the Six Realms, but spring, summer, autumn and winter happen in one day... This is not true. It’s possible, but it can’t be done with the spells of ordinary people in the fairy world. It sounds like the spells of an illusionist, could Senior Brother Xuehuai marry an illusionist? Impossible, he and Junior Brother Yun cannot be separated.”

The magic operator didn't give an explanation, but just said with a smile, "I've never smashed a signboard."

He engraved Xuehuai's divination verdict and handed it to him.

A simple wooden sign, with eight words written on it: "Flowers are here in all seasons, and people return in the wind and snow."

Xuehuai felt a little depressed.

It's fine if he didn't ask what he wanted to ask, but in the end he figured out that his future Taoist companion might not be Yuncuo.

Mesmers have special requirements, and not everyone can learn them.Because in order to construct a stable and complex spiritual world, the mind must be particularly stable, and the appearance of inner demons is especially taboo.

Yun Cuo is almost insulated from illusionists.

If the other party is a charlatan, Xue Huai will feel better.The key is that the other party happens to be the master who successfully predicted the coming of his thunder disaster.The golden signboard of the fairyland.

Xuehuai was so depressed that she didn't even eat dinner, she hastily drank a little fruit juice, and fell asleep on the bed, covering herself with the quilt.

Yun Cuo had just finished cooking, so he came over to scratch him and tease him.

"Xuehuai, Xuehuai, what's the matter with you? Brother Xuehuai, come down and have some food."

Xuehuai said in a muffled voice. "No, I don't want to eat."

Yun Cuo didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't get better after coaxing him for a while, so he could only say softly: "Then I can use spells to warm me here, okay? If you wake up in the middle of the night and you're hungry, go down and eat, okay?"

He climbed onto the bed again, distributed some quilts for himself, and hugged Xue into his arms.

"Brother Xuehuai?"

Xuehuai said sullenly: "That person said that my future Taoist companion will be an illusionist."

Yun Cuo was a little surprised: "Is it because of this?"

"What do you mean just because of this?" Xue Huai turned over angrily and stared at him. "That master's calculations are accurate. He was the one who calculated my thunder last time. Yuncuo, what do you think we should do now?"

Yun Cuo laughed instead, and rubbed against his neck.

"It's nothing to do, brother Xuehuai."

He rubbed against him like a puppy, took him into his arms, and coaxed him warmly as if he thought this was very interesting.

"It's fine if I go to learn illusion, I go to learn, no matter what, you will be with me."

Xuehuai was even more sad, and mumbled half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You are so stupid, you must not be able to learn illusion. You have too many demons to count."

"I'm not stupid, I'll learn. Trust me, Xuehuai." Yun Cuo became serious, and rushed over to kiss him, "I promise."