I couldn't refuse my arch-nemesis' courtship today.

Xuan Ying's mind was wandering, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Xuan Zhen on the ground. After listening to Liang Fu's words, he had a general direction in his mind. Although he wanted to be tough in front of Shen Shimian, they all understood that it was only a matter of time.

Xuan Qingzi's request is put there. Unless Xuan Ying is sure to tear his face now, otherwise the necessary superficial work must be done. The more Xuan Ying thinks about it, the more he hates the person who attacked Shen Shimian. If it weren't for him, how could he fall into Such a dilemma.

Shen Shimian must be saved, no matter what his considerations are, he has no choice but to save him.

Liang Fu managed to send away the strange brother recently, and was about to crawl back to sleep when Xuan Zhen sat up from the ground with a strange smile on his face. Liang Fu didn't contact him at all with the request of the senior brother When he got up, seeing that he was awake, he held back his drowsiness and greeted him to let him go, then fell asleep again and fell unconscious.

Xuanzhen's excitement completely dispelled his drowsiness, the corners of his mouth rose wildly all the way, and he was going to go back and dress up carefully, and he must be in the best state to meet the "surprise" Xuan Ying prepared for him.

However, this happy mood lasted until he received Xuan Qingzi's message and dissipated.

"The teacher has instructed Xuan Ying to approach Shen Shimian and wait for an opportunity to lure him to double cultivation to seize the sword soul on his body. You can act according to the circumstances and give Xuan Ying assistance when necessary."

Xuanzhen's expression was slightly distorted, and he murmured, "Why?"

Assistance, to put it nicely, is assistance, but in fact, doesn't he want Xuanzhen to watch his senior brother get intimate with others, and even stretch out his hand to push them?

The target was Shen Shimian, whom both he and his senior brother hated.

For the sake of the overall situation, Xuan Qingzi promised him that as long as the Xuanjiang Sect collects all the sword souls and helps Xuan Qingzi aspire to the top of the cultivation world, then the next head will be Xuan Zhen who is the adopted son.

Xuan Ying once revealed to him in private that he had no intention of inheriting the Xuanjiang Gate. The purpose of collecting sword souls was to repay Xuan Qingzi, and the second was to practice Tomorrow Sword Art to the extreme. The time has not yet come, when all the dust settles, it will happen naturally.

Although he knew the plan in the past, Xuanzhen was able to suppress his jealousy when no definite person appeared. Now Chen Qingquan and Shen Shimian appearing out of nowhere forced him to face up to the reality before him.

Xuanzhen clenched his palms tightly, swallowed back the irritable emotions in his heart, and imagined how vigorous and vigorous he would be after everything was successful, only then did he persuade himself to calm down.

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Xuan Ying was in the spell class today, and while thinking about what gift to give Shen Shimian to pass the "please" he wanted, he rejected Liang Fu's second suggestion.

With the line of mandarin ducks, he dare not touch the restricted area of ​​confession at will. If he can't get himself into it, when Shen Shimian regains his memory and wakes up, he will fall into it instead, and the fun will be great.

He came a bit early, before the others arrived, Ban Ban grabbed his arm and looked around curiously, Xuan Ying rubbed its little head, thinking whether to let it down for fun, when he heard a voice, " Isn't this Senior Brother Xuan Ying?"

Xuan Ying calmly put Ban Ban into his sleeves to cover it up, looking around, he turned out to be the disciple of the Rock Sect who tried to touch him in the spell class last time.

At the foot of the mountain before, because of Hua Rongyue and the monkey's early action, the Yanhu Sect may have been disrupted and failed to do anything, so it was quiet for a few days.

In front of him, the disciple of Yanhu Sect and Shen Shimian went to the Ruannan Secret Realm together, and there was a great suspicion that he was with the person who attacked Shen Shimian. Xuan Ying was a little vigilant, and he didn't really want to make troubles in this troubled time.

The Yanhu Sect disciple looked proud, "God help me too."

Then he took out a palm-sized small cauldron and threw it at Xuan Ying. Xuan Ying reacted very quickly and urged the little broken flying sword to knock it down, and flew away, resolutely refusing to get even a little bit of this weird little cauldron.

The disciple of Yanhu Sect grinned, "It's useless, you can't fly today."

As the words fell, the small tripod spun and zoomed in rapidly to form a separate space, engulfing Xuanying and the disciples of the Yanhu sect, and then returned to the size of a palm and fell on the grass on one side, disappearing.

Xuan Ying felt awe-inspiring, Xiao Ding looked inconspicuous, but it was an artifact of confinement, and it was a completely different type from his tasteless mandarin duck line.

Every artifact is very powerful, contains a trace of the rules of heaven and earth, and cannot be violated. The disciple of the Yanhu Sect was also swallowed in with him, and there is no one who knows what will happen.

Xuanying recalled what happened at the foot of the mountain. Because of a treasure, the Yanhu Sect lost the life of a handyman disciple and detained a certain casual cultivator in Luochahai. Could it be this one?

He was not too flustered, and the red line on his little finger was still intact, indicating that he might still be able to ask Shen Shimian for help, just like Shen Shimian himself felt when he was in danger. If he was really in danger, Shen Shimian should can also be noticed.

Taking ten thousand steps back, this small cauldron can really isolate the influence of the red line, so he snatched it over, and in the future he and Shen Shimian could be thrown in in turn to "sober up", lest the fake show be real.

The world in Dingzhong is filled with white mist. Xuan Ying raised the sword to urge the sword energy to split the white mist, and moved forward tentatively. Soon, he saw a touch of green. From the appearance of this touch of green, the surrounding white mist began to speed up. The land dissipated, and finally the surroundings turned into wild forests.

Xuan Ying heard the sound of running water. Following the sound, he found a river, and then went upstream and found a small village upstream.

Ban Ban poked out her small face from the cuff, and Xuan Ying didn't bother to push it back, since it was a grasshopper on a rope anyway.

There are occasional figures of people in the village, but outside the village is a large area of ​​farmland. The villagers are working in the fields. Xuan Ying looks around, a little unclear. So, why is Dingzhong World an ordinary mortal village?

Out of caution, he didn't go to contact those seemingly ordinary villagers. Instead, he circled far outside the village and found nothing unusual, so he avoided the walking villagers and sneaked into the village.

The village was built on both sides of the river, connected by a wooden bridge in the middle. The villagers were all working outside, and there were very few people inside. When Xuanying walked near the wooden bridge, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Then he heard the voice of a small immature boy, "From now on, you will be my younger brother, and my brother will take good care of you."

He stopped in his tracks, with a trace of bewilderment in his eyes, and looked down at the young boy under the wooden bridge who was holding a swaddling baby in his arms. The doll in the picture looked at him, and kissed him on the face.

Xuan Ying's pupils were filled with blood for an instant.

Xuan Ying once thought that he had forgotten that day, but the facts proved that some scars would never disappear. He saw his young self holding the swaddle firmly with more strength than ordinary children, and the baby teeth in the swaddle were not fully erupted. Shen Shimian.

Two little dolls, the older one is holding the younger one and playing by the bridge. The young Xuan Ying fully demonstrated his qualities as a little brother who just took office, paying attention to his younger brother's condition from time to time. Although his posture is awkward, his demeanor is extremely cautious.

Xuan Ying closed his eyes, concealed the blood in his eyes, and followed the two little dolls in silence. He already understood that this cauldron world was to magnify his demons, repeating the things he feared and cared about the most. In order to achieve the purpose of defeating his spirit.

If he couldn't make it through, then the Yanqu Sect disciple holding the tripod could easily catch him, maybe it was because of the sword spirit on his body, maybe it was because of something else, it would not be a good thing after all.

Shen Shimian and his fate were supposed to be two lines that would never intersect, but they met strangely in such an unremarkable small village, and they even became "brothers" for a few days.

Xuan Ying witnessed his young self carrying his "brother" back to his "home", where only Jiang Lian was waiting for them.

"Aying," Jiang Lian, who was dressed as a peasant woman, prepared the meal and called them, "Did you have fun with your brother?"

The little Xuanying speaks clearly and answers questions to the point. He is far more intelligent and sensible than ordinary children.

Xuan Ying's surname was not Xuan, but Jiang Lian just called him A Ying and didn't give him a surname, so after he was brought back by Xuan Qingzi, he took the surname of Xuanjiangmen.

He looked at everything in front of him almost greedily. Although time could not be turned back and the dead would never be resurrected, Xuan Ying still hoped that nothing had happened and they still lived in such a peaceful village.

The young Xuan Ying fed goat milk to his younger brother and shared meals with Jiang Lian, unaware of what happened next.

Regardless of Xuan Ying's expectations, bad luck inevitably comes. Blood and fire are burning, and the confluence of countless spiritual and magical powers ruthlessly destroys the peaceful village.

Those monks with the power to defy the sky shuttled and fought in the sky, some were plundering, some were guarding, some were searching, and many more could only cry for help in the bloody flames.

The young Xuan Ying was wrapped in a spherical sac with the infant child, and the sac shrank to the size of a fist before being thrown into the bottom of the river by Jiang Lian.

Xuan Ying remembered the feeling of being trapped in the balloon, darkness, numbness, and hunger, and the terrible sound from outside kept coming in. The time stretched infinitely, and the baby in his arms whimpered sadly. He was very hungry, and Xuan Ying had no food. Let the baby hold his finger and rub it with the deciduous teeth that have not yet grown.

The real Xuan Ying stared at everything in front of him. These were all things in his memory, but they were different. At the very least, Xuan Ying did not see the battle scene after he was trapped in the balloon.

He clearly realized that the battle in front of him was just a deduction of a magic weapon. Although it was false, it was not real after all. He saw Jiang Lian who was covered in blood stretching out his hand to him, and saw the neighbor who was over fifty years old dragging her scorched legs Crawling towards oneself, real purgatory on earth.

Xuan Ying's emotions fluctuated so much that the mandarin duck line on his little finger began to glow red, and Shen Shimian, who was driving the other end of the red line, also noticed it.

He originally wanted to try to restore his memory, but was interrupted by the change of the red line. He got up decisively and followed the direction of the red line to find Xuan Ying.

I kept finding the practice point of the spell class, and finally found a small cauldron with a red line not far from the disciples who were attending the class, but Xuan Ying was nowhere to be found.

The elder teaching the magic class was losing his temper, angrily scolding Xuan Ying and another student for their bad behavior of skipping class. Shen Shimian listened to it, put Xiao Ding into his sleeve with a solemn face, and left quietly.

After returning to a safe place, Shen Shimian tried to pull the red line, but the rules in Xiao Ding rejected it, although it could not be broken, it also limited its effect.

After all, the mandarin duck line is just an artifact to promote marriage, no amount of magical effect is really there.

Shen Shimian couldn't contact Xuan Ying through the red line artifact, so he could only rely on himself. He remembered that Xuan Ying took Ban Ban out today, so he concentrated on sensing Ban Ban's trace with all his strength.

He has recently relied on Ban Ban to nourish his soul and body, and has a slight connection with Ban Ban, and finally successfully sensed that Ban Ban's location may also be in the tripod.

Shen Shimian thought it was not too late, Xuan Ying and Banban were trapped in the tripod, not knowing what kind of changes would happen, so they could only take the risk and throw their souls into the tripod.

His translucent figure was quickly sucked into the cauldron, relying on the red thread and the induction with Banban quickly found their position.

It was not a coincidence that Shen Shimian came here, and he happened to have a panoramic view of the scene of the destruction of the village, but because he lost his memory, he didn't remember the relationship with Xuan Ying when he was young, and he also forgot some of his guesses, so he didn't understand the details of these scenes. meaning.

He quickly found Xuan Ying who was numbly floating in the air with the fire in his eyes, seeing his bewildered face, he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart.

Shen Shimian stretched out his hand to embrace Xuan Ying without hesitation, and Xuan Ying was pressed into his arms numbly, but he still turned his face sideways and stared straight at the river where the balloon was located.

Frowning slightly, Shen Shimian followed his gaze and took him over, and found the black balloon. Because of the special nature of the cauldron world, he moved his mind slightly, and realized that he and Xuan Ying could shrink himself into the in that balloon.

There were two children hidden in the sac, the four or five-year-old was holding the infant, Shen Shimian always felt a little familiar when he saw the appearance of the four or five-year-old boy, but he didn't think about it for a while.

Then they heard a conversation between two people outside the balloon, two grown men.

One of the rough voices said, "My lord, we have wiped out all those who resisted, and we have searched the entire village, but we have not found any trace of the baby."

Another man with a slightly hoarse voice, as if with a hook, said, "The subordinates of this deity have not found a four- or five-year-old boy."

The rough man snorted angrily, "The Mozun's deep feelings are only so capable."

Shen Qing retorted, "The overlord of Rakshahai is nothing more than that."

The two finally broke up, and when everything was quiet, the young Xuan Ying touched the baby's deciduous teeth, "They are looking for you."

Shen Shimian cast his eyes on the two children, and there was always a lingering feeling of weirdness in his heart, and then he heard the boy say, "I'm sorry, I won't be able to protect you anymore."

There was a sharp stabbing pain, and Shen Shimian's soul was shaken, and some messy pictures and memories rushed out, there was Xuan Ying hugging him to eat snacks, there was Xuan Ying holding his sword to him coldly, and they were mutual For the case of being punished to face the wall together after making trouble.

Xuan Ying was still immersed in his own thoughts, and did not realize that Shen Shimian, who was hugging him tightly, was experiencing the baptism of past memories.

The author has something to say: take advantage of others when they are small