Absolutely admire

Cong Rong climbed up to the eaves unhurriedly, and watched the handsome man in red go downstairs.Then, he took a step, jumped down, and walked towards Cong Quan's room openly and aboveboard.

A few footsteps of "stepping" came to his ears, Cong Quan was a cultivator, and he was able to distinguish the footsteps of the people around him.So, he scraped the tea in the cup, took a sip, closed his eyes and said calmly, "Arong, what do you want?"

Cong Rong walked up to Cong Quan in three steps and two steps, pulled out a stool and sat down, put his hands on the table, leaned his head on the table and asked, "Father, how did you know Uncle Jiang?"

Hearing his question, Cong Quan's hand holding the cup froze in the air, glanced at him inexplicably, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you asking this, are you idle?"

"I don't have any free time for you." Cong Rong looked at him with a smile, and tapped his fingers on the table with a curious look, "I just want to know how you know someone who looks so good."

Cong Quan was stunned for a moment, and said, "He looks good and I look good?"

Cong Rong said without thinking, "You look good."

Regarding this inappropriate answer, Cong Quan didn't say much, and hummed softly.

But after he finished humming, he took another sip of the herbal tea in his cup, and told Cong Rong the ins and outs of how he met Jiang Wuzhe.

One day, he disguised himself in order to sneak down the mountain, and met a scholar while sipping tea in a teahouse. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but he didn't expect that the scholar's words were so witty and funny. Attracted a large crowd of people around.So he couldn't help but stepped forward to say a few words, and the two chatted slowly like this.

He found that they had a lot of common topics and their smells were similar.As a result, when they were parting, Cong Quan shamelessly hooked up with him, clamoring to make friends with him.

Of course, the storyteller didn't refuse either.

For the rest of the day, whenever he had a chance to be free, he would take the opportunity to run down the mountain to drink tea and chat with the storyteller along the way.

Unexpectedly, one day suddenly, a street ruffian came to break the scene, Cong Quan was in a dilemma because he couldn't use spells privately at the foot of the mountain, and found that the little scholar had quietly recited a formula, and the bastard ruffian instantly became very obedient, With straight eyes and a hollow expression, he stumbled out of the teahouse, causing the people around him to sigh in embarrassment.

Cong Quan's cultivation base is not low, so he naturally knows what mantra he is reciting - a mantra that can hypnotize the mind and control people's hearts.

As a result, when he asked about it with a serious face, the scholar told him his true identity without hesitation, saying that he was a demon cultivator, and asked him if he was afraid.

Cong Quan is not a rigid person, no matter what he practices, as long as he does not do evil or abuse, there is nothing to be overly concerned about.So he sincerely told the other party that he was not afraid, he just wanted to make friends with him.After Jiang Wuzhe heard this, his face was slightly surprised, and then he nodded with a smile.

However, due to the rules of Jiuxiaoshan, they would not allow the people in the door to hang out with Moxiu all day long. If they were caught, they would definitely not escape a heavy punishment, so they made the two of them sneak around like this. get along until now.

In this regard, Cong Rong not only felt that his father was a wonderful flower, but also a very bold flower.

He lay down on the table and muttered: "He is a demon cultivator, if there hadn't been a ruffian to make trouble at that time, maybe you are still kept in the dark now."

It is conceivable that this surname Jiang is not as simple as an ordinary demon cultivator.If he could hide it from Cong Quan's eyes, his cultivation must not be so shallow.

Cong Quan took a breath silently, lay down too, and said, "Actually, I always feel that when he stays with me, he doesn't seem as happy as I imagined."

"No." Cong Rong said doubtfully, "I see that Uncle Jiang is always smiling, and he is very chatty with you."

In his impression, although Jiang Wuzhe's looks make people feel a sense of distance for no reason, he always maintains a smiley demeanor, and Yu Congquan always looks at him when he speaks, without the slightest sign of a sense of distance. What is not happy.

Cong Quan fiddled with the teacup and said, sighing: "Really, I was really happy before, but then I really felt a little different. It seems that I am the only one who is happy every time. His smile seems to be deliberately faked." .”

Cong Rong pondered for a moment, then said: "Then it must be where you offended him."

Cong Quan suddenly raised his head, patted the table, and protested: "Nonsense, how could I offend him!"

This sentence was a bit loud, Cong Rong frowned hastily, put a finger on his lips, and kept "shh", signaling him to speak softly.

Cong Quan was stuck in his mouth, and his face turned red from holding back. In desperation, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's useless to talk to you, a young brat, get the hell out of here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked along the side of the bed board, stepped up, and lay down, with a posture of "I want to sleep, get out of here."

Cong Rong thought in his heart that there was at most some minor quarrel between the two, so without thinking too much, he went straight out and returned to his room.

It wasn't until one month later, when Jiang Wuzhe led thousands of troops into the Jiuxiao Mountain with great fanfare, that he realized the seriousness of the situation.It seems that a disaster is flying, which catches people off guard.

This is no longer something that can be explained by a little awkwardness and a little misunderstanding.

Now, whether he is dying or fleeing, he has no one to ask the reason of the matter.

Why on earth did this man surnamed Jiang kill his father? Why did this kind of thing have to happen to Cong Quan?

Why should he bear the infamy of everyone in Jiuxiao Mountain? Did he do anything wrong?

Cong Rong didn't understand this.

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Back to the present, the tree shadows are mottled.

Cong Rong untimely picked up a wild fruit on the ground, and ate it absent-mindedly. While eating, he sneaked a glance in the direction of Bai Yuan, thinking: No wonder he said before that I couldn't think of it the best, so it was because of this.

Indeed, everyone has their own little self-esteem, and they all hope to let others see their good side, and the less people know about their down-and-out side, the better.

But he was still amazed by it.If it wasn't for the words of Goddess Phoenix that made him suspicious, he would never associate Bai Yuan with that young man back then.

He couldn't even imagine that Bai Yuan had punched and kicked him before, even swearing at him, and... shed tears.

As the breeze swept across the bare land, Bai Yuan lowered his head without saying a word, and clasped his hands tightly. From Cong Rong's perspective, it was impossible to see what his expression was like now.

But what is certain is that it will definitely not be a good look.

Cong Rong straightened his back, put his hand in front of his lips, and coughed twice: "Don't take it to heart, I won't be prejudiced against you, it's just a little unexpected. Unexpected... I used to really saw you."

Bai Yuan didn't respond, Cong Rong paused, and continued: "You said earlier that I saw Dai Qingyu, could it be that giant python?"

At this moment, Bai Yuan reacted a little, and gave a soft "hmm".

Cong Rongwu said to himself: "So that's the case, I really didn't expect it."

He sneaked his gaze over again, to be honest, Bai Yuan's current state reminded him of that little beggar's appearance of ignoring others, strange...strange.

Unconsciously, he leaned forward, quietly moved his face to the other's, and tentatively called his name.Bai Yuan seemed to be in a daze just now, but now seeing this face that was suddenly close at hand, he was slightly taken aback, and quickly turned his head to answer: "En."

With a calm tone, Cong Rong seemed a little disappointed, and said: "What's the matter, it's not a big deal if I know about it, everyone has a side that they don't want to be discovered, but now that I already know , you don’t need to frown because of this, besides, what’s the relationship between you and me, do you need to be so born.”

Furthermore, he didn't feel that there was anything ulterior in this.At most, it's just retreating from an unattainable fairy to a somewhat approachable monk.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yuan glanced at him, and after they looked at each other for a while, he sighed silently, and said softly: "Yes, I understand."

Cong Rong's expression became weird at this moment, and he sighed, wasn't he this person's apprentice, why did he educate him now.

The atmosphere was really weird, and Cong Rong suddenly asked, "What about Qu Ling, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Bai Yuan seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. Even if he wanted to find water, he shouldn't have been searching for water for so long. He stood up and said, "Look for it."

Cong Rong also stood up in response, and walked forward side by side with Bai Yuan.

Along the way, there were either strange rocks or uneven old trees, and the soil was moist and soft. Logically speaking, there should be a source of water nearby, but they explored for a long time, but still found nothing.

Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing sound of sword blades colliding from a distance, and Cong Rong had an idea, grabbed Bai Yuan's arm, turned around, and flew in that direction.

From far to near, I saw a large group of people in green clothes or blue clothes standing there, each holding a long sword in his hand, and all of them were tall and solemn.

Cong Rong felt that the group of people in front of him looked very familiar, his heart trembled, and he muttered: "This...isn't this..."

Bai Yuan answered, "It's the brothers and the others."

"What? Why are they here." Cong Rong was incredulous, "We didn't send a signal to them for help."

Is it a chance encounter?That's too coincidental.

Bai Yuan said: "We'll talk about it in the past."