The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

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Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, how could there be people in the rain?Looking up at the sky, the wind and rain come and go in a hurry, the sun is shining, the slanting wind blows the leaves of the trees, rustling, and it is quiet.The umbrella in Zhou Yan's hand was the most redundant.

But, it was obviously still raining just now?

Zhou Yan said it was weird, put away the oil paper umbrella, and approached the man in black, "Which peak is this brother from? I am Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan under Elder Song Han..."

The man in black turned around, revealing his features that were originally covered by the tree shadow.Zhou Yan looked at it intently, and felt that this man was like a leopard hiding in the dark, with a gorgeous and delicate skin, and strong and powerful limbs, none of which could take away the brilliance of a pair of hidden eyes.His eyes can't see the expression, can't see the thoughts in his heart, but it seems that the beginning of all the power will burst out in the next moment.Such a person, Zhou Yan inexplicably thought, should not appear here...

"His new apprentice..." the man whispered, simply sitting on the floor, the sleeves of the black robe embroidered with complicated and grotesque patterns dragging on the ground.

I've seen you. The man turned his head and stared straight at Zhou Yan, his expression remained the same, completely clear in his indifference.

Zhou Yan imitated him and sat down, resting his chin with both hands, "I have never seen you, brother."

"A lot of times, just because you can't see it with your own eyes doesn't mean it doesn't exist." The man said strangely.

"Senior brother, may I know your name and surname? It rained so heavily just now, why did you come to live in the center of the lake?" Zhou Yan asked in confusion.It seems that Tao Qi said that this Huxin Residence has been unoccupied for a long time.

The man kept staring at him, making Zhou Yan wonder if there was something on his face.

"Life is long."

"what?"

Zhou Yan was dazed for a moment, then he realized randomly that this was the man's name.This name... Listen, it's hard to say.

"Revisiting the old place, some people feel nostalgic for their hometown, and some people dream of returning home. As for me, I just come back and take another look."

Zhou Yan couldn't understand what the man said.In fact, he just wanted to know which elder this man belonged to, so leisurely and elegant, he planted a cherry tree, ripened the flowering period, and taught everyone to watch.

However, he said hometown.

"I really want to go home." Zhou Yan glanced in a certain direction. "My home is in Yancheng. I haven't left that place for 13 years. The fairyland is long, and I don't know when I will be able to build the foundation, let alone when I will see my parents again."

"Aren't you afraid that you will be disappointed when you go home?" The man showed an incomprehensible smile. "They may have passed away for many years, or they may be very old, but you are in the prime of life. Even if you are not disappointed, don't you think it is cruel to your family?"

Although Zhou Yan felt that what he said had some truth, but something seemed wrong, so he was at a loss for words for a while, so he shut up and stopped talking to him.

"Except for your parents, do you have anyone who you must meet again in this life?"

Zhou Yan thought about it seriously, um, Mu Qi, Master, they are all at Xuanji Gate, and they can be seen anytime.Maybe Shen Huan?Back then, the two children fell in love with brothers, played together under the moon, and made an agreement to go to Jianghua City together, eat the most delicious sugar people, and visit the most interesting markets.

Jianghua City has been there, and he is the only one.

"Yes. I have a friend, his name is Shen Huan. In this life, no matter what, I will see him once." At least return the sugar figurine owed to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the root of five spirits?" The man continued to ask.

Zhou Yan answered in a low voice depressed, "Yes."

"I remember that the disciples of the Xuanji Sect can only return to the old land of the mortal world after reaching the foundation building. With your aptitude, after hundreds of years, you may not be able to leave the sect. Your friend, the weeds in front of the grave may be burned How many times has it been autumn?" The man laughed. "And then? How are you going to meet him?"

Zhou Yan's heart was blocked by his question, and he said angrily: "There are still a hundred years left? How do you know that I won't break through the foundation by coincidence?"

"So you don't believe in fate." The man withdrew his smile and returned to his indifferent look. "Whether life or death is different, calling the soul and seeing, or holding the fate in your own hands, you don't want to go smoothly."

The man stood up straight, looking at the beautiful and boundless cherry tree in front of him, a trace of frenzy and cold blood flashed in his eyes.

"I don't regret it. Whether it's the flowering period or death, why should it go smoothly?"

He left with a flick of his sleeves, he didn't know whether he used Shunpo or other methods, and disappeared in place in an instant, leaving behind a sentence.

"If you believe in fate, I will be like you, and you will be like me; if you don't believe it, you will still be like me, and I will still be like you."

Zhou Yan was in a trance, as if in a dream, clearly heard his every word, but didn't know what he meant.

The raindrops sprinkled on his face, Zhou Yan woke up a bit, and saw himself lying down on the open space in the middle of the calamus bushes at some point, with the umbrella dropped to the side, and his whole body was drenched.He got up quickly, picked up the umbrella, and looked back, where is the cherry tree?Where is the man in black?

All this is really like a dream.

Apart from that night in Jianghua, which other dream could be so bizarre?

This is not a dream.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, forced the last bit of strength in his body, and returned to the bedroom of Huxinju.

This is his first illusion.

It's raining.

Mu Qi pushed his wooden wheelchair and held an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon to the outside of the cave, staring at the gradually blurred scenery in the rain.

The spirit weapon in his hand is only a mid-grade mysterious grade, and it would be a loss of dignity to use it in the hands of a Jindan cultivator.However, since he was seriously injured last time, Mu Qi's response to the golden core in his body has become weaker and weaker, and the restrictions on using spiritual power have increased.Right now, the natal spirit sword can no longer be used, so I have to take out the spiritual weapon that I used when I was a child, 【Luomeng】.

[Luomeng] Although the grade is not high, it is the most convenient magic weapon for the monks in the foundation period to activate the phantom array.What makes Mu Qi most proud is that it was forged by himself.All the peaks of the Xuanji Sect have a secret technique, and Tong Xuanfeng, the head of the sect, is proficient in this art of refining weapons.As the head disciple, Mu Qi's talent in refining weapons and cultivation far exceeds that of his younger brother...

It's a pity that we are still so far away from that person.

Mu Qi raised his head and looked at the umbrella body of [Luo Meng].

Only myself and Mu You knew that this [Luomeng] was originally refined by Lu Yingchao.

The surface of the umbrella is the inner bark of a 3000-year-old iron tree, the seventeen ribs of the umbrella are the ribs of Huanglong, and the handle of the umbrella is the material of [Fang Xiong] after the sword was smelted. It took 840 days of training for [-] days, and it took fifteen drops of effort from the person who exercised.

There is no chance of giving this birthday present.

Before his birthday that year, Lu Yingchao had already had a chance to form a golden elixir.

To this day, [Luomeng] would never have dreamed that he would become a tool to shelter from the rain.

Mu Qi's entire face covered by the mask still couldn't see any expression, but the feeling of soreness in his eyes really poured into his heart.

Slowly lowering his hand, closing the umbrella, Mu Qi exposed himself to the endless wind and rain.

The raindrops grazed the black iron mask and fell on the umbrella in his arms.

Mu Qi hugged [Luomeng], and whispered in a slightly crying voice, "I'm sorry." Then, resolutely, he used all the spiritual power he could control at present, gathered his palms, and condensed a lightsaber, destroying life and death. Go to [Luomeng].

The broken half umbrella fell to the ground.

Mu Qi clutched his chest, the begging resonance from the blood in his heart made him extremely painful, in the wind and rain, he still waved his palm, completely crushing the spiritual weapon, returning it to dust.

After doing all this, he was completely exhausted, and his body and mind were extremely tired at the moment when [Luomeng] disappeared. He wanted to go back to someplace, a warm place, where there was no wind and rain, and sleep forever.

There is no other concern in this life.

He fell asleep in his wheelchair, sleeping with the heaven and the earth, with the wind and rain.

When Mu You returned to Sanmu Cave from the head of the sect, he saw such a scene.

The elder brother passed out on the wheelchair in front of the cave, drenched and embarrassed, with his eyes closed tightly, blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and he looked seriously injured.

"elder brother!"

Mu Youfei pounced on him and hugged him.

Overnight, two disciples of Xuanji Sect fell ill at the same time.

One is the head disciple, Mu Qi; the other is Song Han's younger disciple, Zhou Yan.

Both were seriously ill.

Mu Qi destroyed the magic weapon with his heart and soul, and contracted the disease of wind and cold.Zhou Yan was half-shocked and half-frightened, and he was hit by the illusion of the demon cultivator.

"Master..." Zhou Yan lay on the bed in Huxinju, his voice was hoarse, he hugged the arm of Song Han who came to visit, wishing to throw himself into his arms and cry, he really couldn't pamper himself in the future curious.

When he came back from the garden last night, he had a splitting headache and felt extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't sleep well and talked nonsense in the middle of the night.Fortunately, Elder Jiang Ming ordered the spirit servant to take care of him more. Seeing that his condition was not right, Tao Qi hurriedly invited the two elders.

"It's okay, my boy." Seeing his pale face, Song Han hurriedly hugged him into his arms and stroked his head with soft hair.

Jiang Ming stood aside, with his hands behind his back, with a serious expression on his face. After Zhou Yan calmed down, he asked, "Nephew Zhou, did you see clearly the face of the person who arranged the magic array last night?"

This scene seemed familiar.

Zhou Yan was in a daze for a moment, as if returning to the time when he woke up after passing out in Jianghua City.Jiang Ming's face gradually overlapped with Pei Yuan's... Master hugged himself like this at the time... as if he had a dream...

The difference is that he still remembers the person in the dream so clearly.

"I see clearly." Zhou Yan stared into Jiang Ming's eyes and said, "That man is dressed in black, and he is tall, not like our Xuanji sect."

Hearing this, Song Han put away the caring expression on his face, felt much saddened, straightened up, turned his back to Zhou Yan and Jiang Ming, and said softly: "It really is him."

There was a crack on Jiang Mingru's face like the frost in February. He supported Song Han and said a few words of comfort, "He is not the only demon cultivator who is eyeing the Xuanji Gate. His nephew is shallow and his memory is prone to errors. Senior brother Pei has already chased him, but How, it will be clear when he comes back."

"Why wait for senior brother to come back..." Song Han sighed, leaned over, and touched a tiny pink-white petal on Zhou Yan's head. "No matter where, there are always three thousand spring cherry blossoms. Although there are tens of thousands of demon cultivators, he is the only one."

Zhou Yan didn't understand who that "he" was, and wanted to argue at first. He would never remember it wrongly, but when he saw Master's lonely state, he swallowed his words silently.

Jiang Ming also had nothing to say to the petals.

For a long time, the three of them were silent.

Jiang Ming took out a bottle of elixir and put it on the table in the room, "This is specially ordered by my sister to be sent by my disciple." Turning around to leave, he paused a few steps at the door, "If you don't want to be involved in cleaning the house, It's irrelevant." After saying that, he closed the door for their master and apprentice, and disappeared in an instant.

"Master, do you know that person from last night?" Zhou Yan hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.