It is said that I convince people with reason

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After watching the fateful plot transmitted from System 999, Yuan Buwei's first reaction was: "Why is the protagonist this time even more stupid than the previous two?"

In the first two worlds, the protagonist in the original plot finally got the most benefits. One holds real power and dominates the world, while the other has both fame and fortune and stands at the top of the entertainment industry.

And what about this one? He used him to defeat his biggest enemy, and he only needed a few words of free praise from a righteous saint to appease him.

If I guessed correctly...

In the end, all Fang Yunxiao gained was just a false reputation. In fact, the entire world has completely fallen under the control of Xuanyue Sect and other righteous sects.

If one day he does something that is not in the interest of these people, the so-called "number one person in the world" can also be quickly labeled as "falling into the devil's way", "going crazy", etc.

On the snowfield, a cold wind blew.

Yuan Buwei suddenly shuddered and came back from the plot. He lowered his head and looked at his little arms and legs. He couldn't help but shake his head and said to himself: "Worry about that one who doesn't even know where to chop wood now?" What is the protagonist doing? It seems that I am the one who needs to be rescued now..."

The surrounding snowfields seemed to stretch endlessly, and looking far into the distance, several towering peaks were visible, which were the mountain gates of the Burning Flame Sect.

The Burning Flame Sect is located in an extremely cold place in the north, surrounded by ice and snow, with few people inhabiting it. Yuan Buwei only made a rough estimate of the distance and knew that with the current speed of his body's Qing Gong and the total amount of Qi, even if he returned to the Burning Flame Holy Sect smoothly, it would still take at least two hours.

After coming to such a conclusion, he couldn't help but stop and change direction.

System 999 asked in confusion: [Host, do you want to leave the Burning Flame Holy Sect? With the physical strength of this body, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out of the range of the Burning Flame Holy Sect, and there are people watching the way out. 】

"It's up to them whether to leave." Yuan Buwei replied casually in his mind, "Now, I'm hungry."

Then, he raised his head and looked at the place dozens of steps behind him: "Are you here to take me back?"

There was a vast whiteness all around, and the place he was looking at was clearly empty, but Yuan Buwei's expression was so determined, as if there was really a person standing there.

No one answered.

The strong wind blew by, and the boy's young and handsome face was completely drained of color, and was blown red by the cold wind. His black and white eyes were fixed there for a moment: "Stop hiding, Protector An."

The flying snow in the sky seemed to be suddenly pushed away by a gust of wind, and a blurry figure actually appeared on the spot. He seemed to emerge from invisibility, and he seemed to have been standing in the snow all along. Only then did he appear. Shows a sense of presence.

The flying snow outlines the outline of this person. He has a slender figure and an ordinary face. The whole person looks ordinary.

It's easy to hide in the night, but it's ten times more difficult to do the same thing in the snow. This skill of tracking and hiding alone is enough to rank among the top assassins in the world.

Yuan Buwei didn't know that he was not really invisible. This is a stealth method of the Burning Flame Holy Sect. The principle is that the dual force field formed by the true energy and spirit deceives other people's perception, hiding all the energy around the body, so that oneself can completely disappear from the perception of others.

But this cannot be hidden from him.

An Yan appeared, and the snowflakes were blown away by the zhenqi all over his body. He lowered his head in slight surprise and looked at the young sect master who had never been in his eyes:

"May I ask, Young Master, where did I expose my flaw?"

This was the first time that he was called Po Xingzang by the other party. In the past, the young sect master had never noticed his existence. Has his skill declined, or has the young sect master improved?

Yuan Buwei shook his head: "An Protector's "Huanxu Jue" is only a hair away from perfection. At least it has deceived my eyes and ears..."

An Yan was even more puzzled.

"It's a pity that it was not hidden from my nose."

After the words fell, Shi Ran came to him, closed his eyes and smelled it, then smiled and said word by word: "Osmanthus cake, hibiscus cake, red bean cake... the fragrance of peach blossoms, More than ten years of Fenyang wine... you went to Tianxiang Pavilion twenty miles away. "

"Cough cough cough!" An Yan coughed crazily.

If the young sect master continues to speak, his background as the left guardian of the Holy Sect will be exposed. The most important thing is that during his tenure, he went outside to drink wine... If the Right Protector, who had always disliked him, knew about this, wouldn't he have to go to the Law Enforcement Hall?

Yuan Buwei raised his eyes and looked at him: "Oh, I was wrong. Protector An has been following me faithfully. Now, he should be here to take me back, right?"

He asked again what he had said at the beginning.

An Yan laughed awkwardly: "According to the order of the sect leader, the young sect master is allowed to walk back to the mountain gate by himself..."

"Is the girl from Tianxiang Pavilion good-looking?"

"Of course it's the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the country... cough!" An Yan quickly changed his words without blinking, "Everyone in the Holy Sect knows that this protector never goes to Tianxiang Pavilion. I don't know if the girls in Tianxiang Pavilion are good-looking or not. But I have always I followed the Young Sect Master faithfully and watched with my own eyes as the Young Sect Master walked back to the mountain gate. "

After saying this, An Yan fulfilled his duty as a tool man conscientiously. He raised his hand to grab Yuan Buwei's shoulder, tapped his toes lightly on the snow, and flew into the air. After several ups and downs, After a while, he headed towards the distant mountain peak.

His inner breath was long, and the energy in his body automatically blocked the wind and snow. It was like he was on a private jet that was sheltered from the wind and kept warm. He also adjusted his posture Xianxin, and at some point he had an extra pack in his hand. pastry.

An Yan suddenly smelled the fragrance: "???"

He looked down from the corner of his eye for a moment, and suddenly his whole body felt bad. When had the pastry in his sleeve been touched by the young sect master? Could it be that this young sect master has mastered the thief skill?

At this moment, An Yan was distracted, his inner breath was almost interrupted, and he almost fell down due to a mistake in his Qing Gong.

"Anhu Fa, you still need to practice your Qing Gong."

I didn't bother to open this neatly folded bag of pastries, and ate it seriously. I didn't forget to point out the shortcomings of this "private jet" for improvement next time.

An Yan almost laughed angrily.

He hinted tactfully: "Young Sect Master, what are you..."

"Have you figured it out? I'm helping you eliminate evidence of your crime." As he said this, Yuan Buwei whimpered again.

An Yan was stunned for a moment.

"You think, even if I can find something, others will not be able to hide it." The young man's tone was matter-of-fact, which sounded very reasonable, "Since Protector An helped me once, I should reciprocate the favor, so what?" Can you bear to watch Protector An be punished for this?"

At this point, he sighed softly.

It seems that it is very difficult to eat these things.

Even though An Yan was a member of the devil's path who claimed to have no conscience, he couldn't help but be moved for a moment: "Young Sect Master..."

"Don't think too much about protecting the law. It's just a matter of helping each other between friends. I rarely go out of the mountain on weekdays. I don't know anything. I just practice my exercises. I know a few exercises and know a few people. That’s all; Protector An is well-informed, and there may be times in the future when he needs the help of Protector An.”

The young man's voice was very calm, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

An Yan's eyes flashed.

He automatically translated Yuan Buwei's words: He knows a lot of advanced techniques and lacks trustworthy people around him. This is a rare thing to live in. Why haven't you discovered it before?

The cold wind howled, An Yan and the young man landed under the main peak of the Burning Flame Holy Sect. He lowered his head and said solemnly: "I never thought that the young sect master would think so highly of me, so I will definitely treat him as my friend."

Yuan Buwei looked at him and smiled softly: "Okay."

The sky was full of heavy snow that stained thousands of mountains. He stood there and waited for a while longer, letting the wind and snow fall all over him again, making him look dusty and miserable.

Then, he walked up the mountain.

Chapter 50 Grandmaster 2

The sky is misty white. The towering Tianshan Mountains seem to melt into this white snow.

I can’t tell whether it’s the color of ice, snow or clouds.

The mountain gate of Burning Flame Sect is located on the top of Tianshan Mountain. The well-proportioned palaces are arranged in a formation, as if the stars in the sky are hidden in the clouds and mist, blending into the cold wind, which is a bit weird. →This → Work → Work → by → Si → Rabbit → Net → Provided → Online → Online → Read → Read →

A woman sits in the main hall. There are no lights around.

Her hair is like clouds, her face is like ice and snow, she is wrapped in layers of black gauze, her skirt is spread out along her slender legs on the dark seat, a snow-white arm is lightly placed on her side, and her eyes are slightly closed. , as if Begonia sleeps in spring. It looks lazy, beautiful, and soul-stirring.

But when she opened her eyes, the coldness, resentment, and viciousness revealed in these eyes made people shudder, and their hearts were almost captured by them.

Anyone who sees these eyes will understand that she has abandoned all positive emotions. Every moment she lives in this world, there is no joy at all, only the flames of anger, jealousy, and hatred. Suffering. This flame not only burned herself, but also burned others.

When Yuan Buwei entered the palace, the first thing he saw was a pair of eyes like this.

"You're late." Chi Wanwan's closed eyes were already open, her body didn't move, and she cast her eyes coldly on him.

There was no trace of warmth in her eyes, as if what she was looking at was not the flesh and blood in her belly, but a cold sword embryo forged by her own hands, used for revenge. It seemed that she would only feel true pleasure when she molded the sword embryo and thrust the tip of the sword into another person's heart.

Yuan Buwei met her eyes without hesitation and said softly: "No, the sun has not set, there is still a quarter of an hour."

The dusk fell from the clouds and mist, chasing him into the palace, but it only illuminated three feet before stopping, as if he was also afraid of the too thick darkness in the palace.

Not because his steps had not stopped, he stepped straight into this darkness without any hesitation, stagnation, or fear, just like any traveler returning home after a long journey.

There were still unmelted snowflakes on his head and shoulders.

This reaction that was different from the past attracted Chi Wanwan's attention. She stared at the boy in front of her in surprise, as if she suddenly discovered that a trembling little mouse showed its paws to her for the first time.

"Okay! You're fine!"

She suddenly laughed, her laughter was filled with ecstasy. The air around her body brushed over her dark skirt, like a gust of wind sweeping through the palace, whistling.

"This is how he looks like his son!"

The word "him" came out of her mouth, like a poisoned dagger being thrown, with a faint coldness.

"... Only in this way can we kill him!"

Yuan Buwei stared at this crazy and devilish woman.

He carefully and seriously looked at her from top to bottom, and a very faint arc suddenly appeared on his lips. As if he had seen through her from inside to outside.

It seemed to be full of pity and ridicule.

Chi Wanwan was instinctively offended and immediately frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, the sect master, for being too naive."

Since birth, the original body was not allowed to call out the word mother, and Yuan Buwei didn't want to call it either.

He suddenly took a step forward, his black robes stirred by his true qi, and his messy hair fluttered.

On his head, shoulders, and body, snowflakes were shaken by the true qi and turned into countless sharp ice flakes, rushing straight to Chi Wanwan's face.

The murderous aura floated like flying snow.

Chi Wanwan's eyes flashed with surprise, but her reaction was not slow. She did not move, but only raised a snow-white wrist, and when her wrist turned,