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Lu Hanshuang asked himself to go down the mountain, but Xiyuan didn't stop him, but the current situation was chaotic, and he was afraid that he would encounter plots, so he just kept an eye on his whereabouts.

Now that the world is exhausted, the terrain is no longer the same as before, except for a few sects that still have the color of mountains and rivers, other places are empty and empty, without reference objects, Lu Hanshuang occasionally gets lost, and Xiyuan wandering around with Lu Hanshuang is almost true to him The theory of practice and experience was believed to be true, only to see him start to hide his breath and figure, and almost disappeared several times, so Xiyuan had to go down the mountain to follow him and protect him.

Accompanied by stealth for several days, Xiyuan gradually realized that Lu Hanshuang was looking for the direction to return to Mengdao.

The former island is now just a lonely land hanging on the horizon.

The barrier of the dragon god still exists on the island, but in recent years, the power of the dragon god has been weak, and Xiyuan has been able to use magic a little bit, but Lu Hanshuang is still tightly suppressed and unable to use magic power, digging three feet in the ground with bare hands.For several months, Xi Yuan hid aside, watching Lu Hanshuang go through the big and small corners inside and outside the house and under the mountain cliffs day after day, and could no longer deny that Lu Hanshuang's actions had other purposes.

So, what is the purpose?

In an instant, doubts from the past emerged one after another. He closed his eyes, but the only image that remained in front of him in his mind was the one that the young man said without hesitation at the head party that day, "I don't regret it." His eyes were like affectionate love, Xiyuan suppressed all the things that were about to surface, unwilling to think about it any more, a sigh overflowed from his lips.

This fluctuation disturbed Lu Hanshuang, and the snow-haired youth suddenly looked back, his face soaked in sweat.

Xi Yuan's eyes brushed against his forehead and temples, and just as he was about to show up, the inner palace faintly felt his figure disappear in a flash.

Lu Hanshuang stretched out his spiritual sense and searched several times, but found nothing unusual, and frowned.

……

Xiao Yan supported his knees to stabilize his body. After the strong light passed, his eyes were blurred and black lines were floating. The sound of rolling wheels rubbing against the ground grazed his eardrums, from far to near.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes, and in his gradually clear vision, a man who was full of elegance comparable to Lu Hanshuang was sitting in a wheelchair and slowly driving towards him.

He subconsciously peered into the man's inner mansion. Perhaps the two have a long history, and the difference in cultivation level has not blocked his peeping. He clearly saw that the man had two dantians, and one of the dantian rooms was vacant, so he did not need to reveal his identity to explain the inside story. , Xiao Yan recalled Bie He's strange situation in China, and already felt something.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "...Xiyuan?"

Then he decided: "I have a lot to do with you."

Xiyuan didn't deny it, and also looked around Xiao Yan's inner mansion, noticing some traces of the dragon god, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you absorbed the mirror of two lives?"

"So what if you absorb it?"

"It's just eating my brain." Xiyuan joked, "The pair of mirrors are the talisman of the dragon god Bai Yu, and they carry some of his memories. That's why I haven't used them for myself."

"...Then the picture I saw in my dream is the mirror, not my previous life?"

"How could there be such a misunderstanding?" Seeing that Xiao Yan's face was pale, like half hell and half fairyland, Xiyuan found it interesting, "I also often carry a male mirror, but occasionally I sense a few shadows of the dragon god, I don't know if you have peeped into it What kind of picture can you be afraid of like this?"

When Xiao Yan was awake, he didn't remember much of the scene in the dream, but the emotion about Lu Hanshuang in the dream was too strong, even if he didn't know why, the guilt he felt facing Lu Hanshuang when he woke up couldn't be lingered.

He has always been very concerned about Lu Hanshuang taking away his grandfather's identity, but now he vaguely understands that the clue is about this "Dragon God Bai Yu".

He raised his eyes and looked at Shang Xiyuan's calm and leisurely attitude as if he was looking at the small creatures from above. Then thinking about the entanglement between this person and Lu Hanshuang, he became even more irritable, and his tone was unavoidably cold.

"What you see has nothing to do with you."

Xi Yuan was not angry, like a mature adult tolerant of an ignorant child, showing a warm smile that made Xiao Yan even more bored, and said in a friendly voice, "Then tell me something about me."

Seeing Xiao Yan's repulsion, Xi Yuan did not intend to hastily forcibly strip Xiao Yan's soul to return him to his body, but suggested:

"Shuangdantian is like yin and yang Pisces. If you cooperate, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you divide, you will suffer from it. How about you and I cooperate? I will help you practice, and you will help me continue my life."

Xi Yuan said, "What do you think?"

not so.

Xiao Yan knew how much Lu Hanshuang wanted to put the other side under his feet. He wished that No. 1 in the other world would die in Huangquan as soon as possible, and remove the biggest obstacle to the struggle between the two worlds. But the words of rejection came to his mouth, but he didn't suppress the eager selfish desire in his heart.

"How much do you know about Bai Yu?"

"Not much." Xiao Yan's disappointed expression returned to indifference, Xiyuan then added: "But if you ask other people, you may know less than me."

Xiao Yan's face darkened, perhaps he felt that Xi Yuan was trying to be funny.

Xiyuan turned the wheelchair around Xiao Yan, and said leisurely: "But before discussing Bai Yu, I was curious why the female mirror came into your hands, and what happened to you in another world?"

Just passing Lu Hanshuang's name and appearance without mentioning it, Xiao Yan has nothing to tell others. After briefly explaining it, he said: "...Now can we talk about this Bai Yu?"

"You are curious about Bai Yu, is it related to your frequent dreams?"

Xiao Yan did not deny it.

Xi Yuan moved away from the wheelchair and motioned to the stone room ahead, "...so, you can see for yourself."

Walking along the stone road, a long screen comes into view suddenly, and a few lines of majestic characters show the majesty.

"There is no medicine for regret in this world, I only hope that you will return to your dream." For some reason, Xiao Yan intuitively felt that this nasty words had something to do with Lu Hanshuang, so he couldn't help but sneer.

The pool of blood inside the screen had dried up, and further inside, Xi Yuan turned on the mechanism, and the hidden barrier on the wall was removed, and a study room suddenly appeared.

The four walls are covered with portraits, either double or single, walking, sitting or lying.

"...The handsome boy in white clothes Shengxue is the dragon god Bai Yu, whose father is the first god in ancient times. In the early years, the heaven and the earth split and changed, and the beast god got the oracle, and sent Bai Yu to lurk in other worlds to seize his energy. He became a god through unworldly merits, but because of one person, he broke with his father, that is, the snow-skinned and white-haired man in the painting, who seems to be Bai Yu's master worshiped in another world."

Xi Yuan turned his head and stared for a moment.

Shocked, Xiao Yan clearly revealed his familiarity with the man in the painting. Where did he see the man in the painting?In the dream, or...

Xi Yuan's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head to where the stone road came from.

Xiao Yan pulled his eyes away from the scroll, only then did he realize the sound of footsteps approaching, and he looked at Xi Yuan.

Xi Yuan misunderstood what he meant, and explained, "Don't worry, it's my four disciples, don't worry."

Xiao Yan froze.

A figure was reflected on the screen, Xiyuan drove the wheelchair forward, and Xiao Yan's thoughts behind him were sent back to the female mirror.Xi Yuan was slightly surprised, looking back at Xiao Yan's last gaze for a moment - Xi Yuan was observant, and the look that flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes as he looked at the figure outlined on the screen clearly referred to his master, the head of the sect Usually the same.

This kind of familiarity is also present when he looks at the person in the painting.

Even though he doesn't want to think about it, he has already revealed some clues...

Xiyuan knew Bie Shuang, and Xu knew Bie He from Bie He...but he had never met face-to-face, he was already facing an enemy, even his exploration of Bai Yu, his shock at seeing the person in the painting, the familiarity that he could not conceal in his eyes , as if the eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, frown and smile of the person in the painting have already been deeply imprinted, and even avoided seeing them.

The answer is obvious:

Bie Shuang is the head of Xianyin Sect who Xiao Yan said he got the female mirror from Wen Jin, Xiao Yan's master... In this way, all the abnormalities earlier can be explained... This head condescends to worship The purpose of entering his sect is also clearly revealed...

"Master?"

Lu Hanshuang's heartstrings tightened, not only because he bumped into Xi Yuan suddenly, but also because the man's gaze looking back at this time was really unpredictable, like a bottomless abyss, like a surging sea.

Xiyuan suddenly looked away, and instead of asking him why he came back to Mengdao, he stepped aside, revealing Bai Yu's study.

He turned his back to Lu Hanshuang, and his voice was still gentle: "Aren't you curious about the authentic third volume of "Book of Heaven and Earth", and wonder if there may be a clue in the Dragon God's study?"

Even though Lu Hanshuang sensed something was wrong, she still walked in.He knew that no matter what Xiyuan felt at the moment, he had no intention of hurting him.

The bookcases were placed obliquely at the corners of the four walls. They were neatly arranged, and the bibliographies were ordinary. Lu Hanshuang flipped through them all, and there was nothing unusual about them.He frowned and thought for a moment, his eyes scanned the square grid under his feet, and suddenly remembered the old daily game of hiding his head with Bai Yu, and suddenly walked to the bookshelf, and glanced at the first word of the title of the book.

In the fifth row and seventh column, there is "The Complete Record of Rare Treasures in the World".

"Left five elements and seven."

"There is no medicine for regret in the world, but I only hope that you will return to your dream?"

Xiyuan's mind was so clear that he instantly understood Bie Shuang's intentions. His eyes swept across the first book "The Method of Mindfulness", and he walked to the other end of the black and white grid, "Three lines on the left and nine lines."

When the words fell, the pawns appeared, and Lu Hanshuang held onto the black.

The two pushed forward in sequence, and the game started again.

Standing on one side, Lu Hanshuang looked up at Xi Yuan, "A game of chess?"

"can."

Lu Hanshuang moved swiftly, while Xi Yuan fell steadily. The two of them were anxious and relaxed, and relaxed, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a drizzle.

The first round was tied, and there was no movement at the feet.

In the second game, Xiyuan found out Bie Shuang's style of chess, and won steadily, and there was no abnormal movement at his feet.

In the third game, Xiyuan deliberately sold Bie Shuang a flaw, the black piece won, and the chess piece disappeared instantly, the air above the chessboard twisted, and there was a space for a mustard.

Lu Hanshuang wanted to probe into it, but was blocked by a powerful barrier.

Xi Yuan stepped forward, and the barrier melted away.

"There is a limit set by the dragon god's spiritual consciousness, and only those with the blood of the flood dragon are required." He reached out and took out something while explaining.

The thin piece of jade slip, with Bai Yu's seal on it, is obviously not the wordless book.

"Bai Yu's handwriting?"

Lu Hanshuang had no interest in this wicked suicide note, and after spending a lot of effort, he was disappointed, saying: "Since it was specially left for you, master can read it by himself, and disciple will leave first."

Xiyuan was not in a hurry to read, put away the letter, and followed Lu Hanshuang to find another place, but still found nothing.

On the way out of the island, the young people trekked on foot, faintly tired.

Bai Yu invited him to go with him in a green sedan chair.

Lu Hanshuang wiped off her thin sweat, but did not refuse, looking at the green mountains and waters of Guimengdao outside the sedan chair all the way, and remained silent.

Bai Yu stared at Lu Hanshuang intently. Originally, he thought that he and Xiyu became more and more like Xiyu because they were related by blood. He never thought that Bie Shuang was the beauty from another world who broke up the Dragon God and his son. Xiyu was a puppet who imitated the beauty. How can it be different?

just don't know...

Xi Yuan suddenly said:

"...I don't know what Bie Shuang's real name is?"