Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

When Yan Qi'an returned, it was already late at night.

But the courtyard was not entirely quiet.

Lu Chaoyang and Shen Shiwei were practicing sword in the empty yard.

"Ah! Young Master Yan!" Lu Chaoyang stopped moving as soon as he saw Yan Qian'an. Then Shen Shiwei slashed Lu Chaoyang's leg with her sword before she could put it away.

Shen Shiwei:!!!

For a moment, she didn't know whether to say hello to Yan Qian'an first or apologize to Lu Chaoyang first.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

Without even raising his eyelids, he almost passed by the two of them.

Not an important person.

He never paid much attention.

"But Young Master Xiaoyan, you smell strongly of blood." Lu Chaoyang took a deep breath. The leg that had been cut by the sword was completely fine and he could move freely.

After stretching his legs, he even added, "Won't Ning Xiyuan kick you out if you go back like this?"

Sister Ning’s temper...tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Yan Qi'an paused, turned his head to look at Lu Chaoyang, and frowned slightly: "Really?"

is it?

He did take care of a few flies before he came.

But the action was extremely quick and the handling was clean and neat.

Does this have taste too?

Yan Qian'an turned around and left again. It seemed that he had to deal with it further.

However, after taking just two steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

What does it mean to be driven out?

Why does this idiot think so?!

Yan Qian'an gritted his teeth, but it would seem too deliberate to argue at this time.

As a result, the departing figures became a little more fierce.

But Lu Chaoyang didn't notice the change in atmosphere at all, he even turned around to look for Shen Shiwei.

"Oh my god, young couple, tsk tsk tsk." Lu Chaoyang shook his head.

Shen Shiwei: "...you...your legs?"

Lu Chaoyang stretched out his legs: "It's okay, I can take a beating... Eh? Bleeding?"

He was so surprised that he even bent down to look.

No wonder, no wonder the smell of blood was so strong just now.

It turned out to be his own blood! ?

Lu Chaoyang patted Shen Shiwei on the shoulder solemnly: "Good job, you have made progress."

Shen Shiwei was a little flustered: "Sorry, sorry, let me bandage you, tomorrow...tomorrow I will treat you to a meal."

Lu Chaoyang withdrew his leg expressionlessly: "There's no need to bandage it."

He also wanted to keep his leg.

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By the time Yan Qian'an finished burning incense and bathing and came back, it was already late at night.

Ning Xiyuan's room was pitch black, without even a hint of light.

Yan Qianan pushed the door open and walked in.

Without deliberately making light of his steps, he walked all the way to the bed, where the girl was sleeping peacefully as always.

Even when Yan Qian'an lifted the quilt and lay down, Ning Xiyuan remained motionless.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He turned sideways, contentedly pulled the person into his arms, and a familiar sweet smell lingered at the tip of his nose.

"have you slept?"

Yan Qian'an poked Ning Xiyuan's face.

"You've slept all day, isn't it time to get up?"

He wasn't sleepy anyway.

Yan Qi'an was very persistent in waking Ning Xiyuan up.

The fingertips poked the girl's cheek, the cool and soft touch made her unable to let go.

So he kept poking and never stopped.

His long-term persistence finally paid off. He was prepared when Ning Xiyuan kicked him this time.

The quilt slid to the ground, and Yan Qian'an grabbed the girl's slender ankle.

The wide knuckles fit the ankles perfectly, inexplicably matching each other.

"If you can sleep, sleep. If you can't, get out!"

Ning Xiyuan was really impressed.

Why is it always late at night?

Yan Qi'an had his own reasons: "You sleep like a pig, without any guard at all."

That does not work.

What if it’s not him who comes, but a bad guy with bad intentions?

Ning Xiyuan: "Then die."

"Also, your words sound like a dog barking, which is unpleasant to the ear."

Neuropathy.

Ning Xiyuan rolled into the quilt and buried his head in it.

She swore that if Yan Qianan went crazy again, she would throw him out today.

Yan Qi'an held the person and the quilt in his arms.

This time, there were no unnecessary movements and no more words.

Ning Xiyuan closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

I have been feeding fishes for a whole day today. I am so exhausted. If I don’t sleep, I feel like I will die suddenly.

In the darkness, Yan Qian'an's voice sounded extremely abrupt.

very light.

"Ning Ning."

"There is no antidote for the Soul-Breaking Pill."

The boy's voice suddenly became calm, and upon closer listening, there was some subtle guilt and regret.

So many poisons.

Why...it has to be the Soul-Breaking Pill.

--

The leader of Xuanshuang Sect accepted a closed disciple.

He was a mortal who had never been exposed to spiritual practice before.

Everyone in the sect was quite curious about this.

There are also many people spreading rumors that this new junior uncle is the daughter of Venerable Xuanshuang in the mortal world.

The messages were numerous and did not reach Hanxiao Peak.

And the center of all the rumors, the closed disciple of Master Xuanshuang was Zhao Yajing.

She is dead.

alive again.

Then he was accepted as a disciple by the immortal.

No, there are no immortals in this world, she learned a very strange word.

——Monk.

Immortal cultivators are omnipotent.

It turns out that teleportation, walking through walls, and even making it rain are things that monks can do easily.

If she returns to the mortal world now, she would be considered half-god?

Zhao Yajing thought so all the time.

Although the Venerable did not forbid her to go back, but...

After all, he had died once.

The ideas she had been taught since childhood had taught her to cut off ties with worldly matters.

At noon, Zhao Yajing came on time to learn music from Master Xuanshuang, but was stopped outside.

"Uncle Junior Master, the Venerable is meeting an honored guest."

The tone of the disciple who stopped her was not respectful, but he did not show his displeasure or disgust on his face.

"Then I'll wait."

Zhao Yajing was once a princess, and from childhood to adulthood, almost everyone treated her with respect.

After coming to Xuanshuang Sect, she was not welcomed by anyone. Everyone was polite to her for the sake of Xuanshuang Immortal.

In fact, she had never met any of her fellow disciples.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

Dozens of people in white filed out, with holy light shining on them, making them seem a little more mysterious than others.

Then, she saw the Immortal Master Xuanshuang.

There was another person standing beside Immortal Master Xuanshuang.

White clothes with gold patterns, and intricate and holy golden flowers blooming on the hem.

The white veil hanging from the hat completely concealed the man's face.

But her extraordinary temperament is mixed with a soft glow, like the holy light that illuminates the earth, making people inexplicably feel ashamed of themselves.

Xuanshuang Immortal Venerable spoke, and gently supported his left shoulder with his right hand: "Give my regards to the Palace Master."

The man didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and said goodbye.

So the group left in a mighty manner, as light as flowing clouds, leaving no trace.

Zhao Yajing hid behind a pillar and clenched her fists.

Her heart was beating fast and nervousness was engulfing her.

it is good...

Such a familiar feeling.

this person...

"Thirteen, follow me in." Immortal Master Xuanshuang was still looking in the direction where those people left, but his words were addressed to Zhao Yajing.

"Yes."

Zhao Yajing responded hurriedly.

She is the thirteenth disciple of Immortal Master Xuanshuang.

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Chapter One