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"Ah!"

"Brother?"

"Big Brother!"

"Brother what happened?"

The wind gusts, and the yellow sand is flying.Fang Shiyi took a mouthful of sand when he opened his mouth, and said a few times, and shook his head to the caring eyes looking around, "It's okay." After thinking about it, he laughed, "It's probably Xiao Mingchao who is talking As for me, I must have called me a liar."

Qi Chu supported him, and sighed helplessly: "If you are injured, don't play tricks, just take care of yourself."

A group of Tsing Yi disciples followed suit, looking around vigilantly, surrounding Fang Shiyi in the middle.The youngest gritted his teeth, his eyes were red: "The evil cultivator is too cunning and vicious! He actually peeled off his own spiritual veins and pretended to be a mortal to lie to us. Fortunately, the brother reacted in time, otherwise we would have to die today. here……"

Fang Shiyi was dressed in black, and it could be seen that the color from the heart to the lower abdomen had deepened, and the blood was all over Qi Chu's body.His face was pale, his brow was full of sweat, and he barely managed to say a few witty words, and then shook his head when he heard the words: "I'm not careful enough." He turned his head to look at Xiao Minghe, the leader of the team—even in the yellow sand, Xiao Minghe The little princess is still spotless, her white clothes are better than the snow, and she wears a veil, like a piece of snow that has flown into the yellow earth.

"Second Junior Brother." Fang Shiyi called lazily, "Thank you for the medicine just now, you saved me again."

In the past few years, how many times has Fang Shiyi saved him and the group?

This person seems to only care about what others give to him, and never remembers what he gives to others.

Xiao Minghe paused, full of complexities, and didn't look back.

Fang Shiyi hadn't had time to skewer his own food reserves, Ming Ming, when he was attacked by an evil cultivator, and almost skewered his heart with a sword. He looked dazed, leaning against Qi Chu, but still conscious :

When it comes to the repairing place, you have to pass the notes to the younger brother.

The child was withdrawn, had no family or friends, and stayed alone on the mountain. Besides him, who else cared about him.

On the mountain and sea gate, the moon is in the house.

Fang Suyi, who said "I'll be back in a while", really didn't see him for a whole year, and only came back with two sound transmission talismans per month.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away, and the sound transmission talisman is flying more and more slowly, often Fang Shiyi has moved several times before Meng Mingchao received it.

The sound transmission talisman flying past disappeared in the clouds and mist, attached to the liar's faint breath, and fell into his arms, only to be stunned by the long-standing longing that seemed to have been hidden in the ordinary, and the stones thrown hit the circle of the heart lake. Circle ripples, and had to gradually return to silence.

The silent boy grew up slowly surrounded by sound transmission notes.

Fang Shiyi's sound transmission symbols have not been broken.

"...The magma is raging under the volcano. There are several cities and villages nearby. The evil cultivator wants to trigger the volcano to erupt. It just so happens that the third uncle came and kicked all the people in to sacrifice, strengthening the volcano's seal. There are hot springs on the mountain. It is said that Soaking to prolong life is probably mortal nonsense... Well, I will bring you to soak in the future."

The flowers and trees in the courtyard turned to snow-white again.

"The snow here has not yet melted, and the frost that formed on Lanyue Peak was also made by the wind blowing from the north, so it can be regarded as senior brother accompanying you to see the snow..."

The mountain was covered with heavy snow, and it was slightly blown by the spring breeze.A group of naughty and lively new disciples sat in the Fuyun Pavilion, and Mr. Yi was still so angry that his head hurt.Meng Mingchao lit the lamp, with bamboo slips spread out in front of him, halfway through writing the thesis, he forgot to write.

"Counting the day when the brother picked you up, the younger brother is already 16 years old. Unfortunately, the brother didn't have time to go back, so he asked the messenger to send the jade hairpin that he polished when he was free. The brother dozed off in the refining class. This jade hairpin is just a low-grade method. One piece of mind, don’t dislike it. Alas, I don’t know that you have learned to tie your hair even if the senior brother is not here.”

The little tree in the yard estimated Meng Mingchao's height, quietly borrowed the spring rain, and carefully raised himself by two inches.

"... High mountains and mountains, like sharp swords, are more magnificent than mountains and sea pillars. It's a pity that there was a sneak attack by evil cultivators yesterday, and the schedule was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to draw them for you to see, and it's not easy to talk about them in the sound transmission. .”

Meng Mingchao finished his sword training, holding the wooden sword that was no longer suitable for his height, sitting under the pine forest of Shanhaizhu, listening to the sound coming from the sound transmission talisman, and at the end, he opened his mouth without expression but as if expecting, It overlapped with Fang Shiyi's voice: "Brother will return soon."

After speaking, he laughed angrily.

The big cat leaned on the side, wagging its nine big fluffy tails proudly, suspecting that Meng Mingchao might be mad.

The strong wind on the mountain and sea pillars was like a knife, Meng Mingchao was wearing thin clothes, he couldn't help shaking when he got up, he frowned and coughed a few times, leaned over to pick up the small ball of cats, walked in Fang Shiyi and led him away After passing countless times on the path, after a long while, he said softly: "I miss senior brother so much."

Eggy raised her tail and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"...Almost five years." Slowly stroking the slippery fur of the white cat in his arms with his slender fingers, Meng Mingchao lowered his voice, his tone was cold, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, "My patience is running out."

The big cat meowed coquettishly, expressing that he also missed that silly bird very much.

Walking through the long bluestone steps that have been walked thousands of times, and returning to the courtyard, the sky is already dark.Although Fang Shiyi was not there, the sound transmission talisman flew over always urged Meng Mingchao to drink the medicine, rambling like a worried old father.

When Meng Mingchao was alone, his expression was very cold, he was silent, so quiet that it seemed that even the sound of breathing disappeared.

He was sitting at the table, turning his slender fingers over the last page of the ancient book he borrowed from the Library Pavilion—he looked through the bibliography of Fang Shiyi's borrowed books, made a list, and he read whatever Fang Shiyi read.

Fang picked up relics and read miscellaneous books, researched formations, talismans, refining tools and alchemy, and dabbled in famous mountains and rivers, monsters and ghosts... There are also some small yellow books that are difficult to be elegant.

This is the last one.

After drinking the medicine, Meng Mingchao practiced drawing talismans for a while. After practicing a stack of yellow talismans, the night outside was already dark, and there was no one with the surname Fang.

Meng Mingchao squeezed his forehead, thinking that if he thought about it again, he might not be able to resist going down the mountain to arrest people, so he reluctantly closed his clothes and fell asleep.

He seldom dreams, even if he dreams, he will not get what he wants, dreaming that Fang Suyi will come to pick him up.

He only dreamed of a bottomless, boundless darkness.

It was dark and dead, not a sound, not even the wind.The whole world is shrouded in darkness... It seems that if you stay for a while, you will be engulfed by this darkness.

Meng Mingchao suddenly opened his eyes.

The lights in the room were turned off, Eggy fell asleep at the end of the bed, and a tall and tall figure stood beside the bed.

The man was leaning over and reaching out his hand, trying to touch his face and tuck him in the blanket.

A layer of cold sweat floated on Meng Ming's forehead, he couldn't hold back his fist and put it under his lips, coughed a few times, which alarmed the idiot at the end of the bed.The candles in the room were lit, and the person standing by the bed came into view clearly—the gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes, the corners of the lips pursed into a smile, seemingly careless and caring.The dim light shone on that handsome face, and the other party lowered his eyebrows, and his smile became more obvious: "Xiao Mingchao, you've grown up."

"...Brother?" Meng Mingchao was in a trance.

"You don't remember senior brother after seeing you for a few years?" The figure drifted away, sitting on the bedside, "Little white-eyed wolf."

Meng Ming raised his eyes, with greedy hooks in his eyes, and carefully scanned the young man immersed in the light up and down, deeply imprinted in his mind, then smiled at him, stretched out his hand gently, and pinched him. It grabbed the neck of "Fang Shiyi" on the bedside.

"You're not a brother."

The thin lips moved slightly, and at the same time as these words were uttered, the person at the head of the bed shrank and turned into a thin piece of talisman paper - Fang Suyi was drawn on it, with a few strokes profusely, outlining familiar eyebrows and eyes.

It is the "animism" talisman that Fang Suyi pondered out.

Meng Mingchao clenched the talisman paper tightly, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth, as if he hated the person on the painting so much, every word was gritted out between his teeth: "Brother...you have such thoughts, why don't you think so?" I won't come back..."

What's the use of giving a fake one.

He sat on the head of the bed, held the talisman and looked at it for a long time, then turned his head and stared at the dazed Eggy: "I'm going to see him."

Eggy meowed: Then go.

Fang Shiyi had no idea that he had caused trouble for the "big surprise" specially prepared for Meng Mingchao.

Calculating with his fingers, the talisman paper should have arrived at Shanhaimen for a few days, he happily ran to Qi Chu and Xiao Minghe and said, "When I go back, the younger brother only remembers me, and doesn't remember you."

Qi Chu thought about it and said, "Brother, I have a bad feeling..."

Xiao Minghe remained expressionless: "Childish."

After traveling for several years, they were rushing back, and they were still slaying demons on the way. At this time, the group rested in an empty city—a real empty city.

Since the demons broke through the northern frontier and the demons and evil cultivators rebelled, many cities in Central Continent without the protection of monks have been empty and no longer prosperous.

The ground is full of devastation, mortals are displaced, and the city protected by immortal cultivators can't accommodate so many people. Many mortals can only wrap themselves in thin clothes and hide outside the city gate. With a little protection, they can save their lives.

Before the chaos in Central Continent, this city was one of the most prosperous cities for mortals. It is located at the junction of the Xiao family and the Ming family. After several years, he did not earn any results, so he simply ignored the city.

As a result, this city became the only city that was the closest to the Cultivation Family, but became empty the fastest after the chaos.

Xiao Minghe couldn't understand the behavior of his family, he felt that his face was shameless, and he was in a bad mood after arriving in this empty city.

The team leader became the fourth elder Weng Cheng. The female elder's style is more decisive than Xiao Lin's, but she treats others very kindly and doesn't put on airs. The rest of the disciples are in a good mood.

Fang Shiyi thought about it, and patted Xiao Minghe's shoulder comfortingly: "Junior brother, don't always be so bitter and bitter, be happy, and I will be able to pass by your house in a few days."

Xiao Minghe clapped his hands away indifferently.

Fang Shiyi smiled and didn't care.He was thinking about Meng Mingchao in his heart, and he didn't know how big that little Douding had grown in the past few years... Don't be a short Douding, although he didn't dislike it, but it would be difficult to find a companion in the future.

After thinking about it, he went back to his room, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes tiredly.

The night is getting deeper, there is no sound outside the window, the moonlight is pouring into the house, and the wind is also quietly.

Meditating until midnight, Fang Shiyi suddenly heard a sound that seemed to be far away but also seemed to be close to his ears. It was noisy and difficult to understand, indistinct, laughing and noisy, as if a group of people were going to a rally in his mind.He opened his eyes and took out the compass. The copper needle on the compass was spinning wildly, unable to point out the direction.

Fang Shiyi paused, put away the compass and took out the sword, got up and walked out of the house, was about to inform Weng Cheng that there was something wrong, but after taking two steps, his eyes suddenly went dark, he was top-heavy and almost fell down, he hurriedly helped the door, Shaking his head, he couldn't help being taken aback when his vision gradually became clear.

——It is still the inn where they stayed, but it looks different.

The corners of the eaves covered with cobwebs have a new look, and an octagonal lantern is hung, emitting a dim light.The noise around him gradually became clearer, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and then opened them again, his expression changed slightly.

People have gone to the empty city for a long time, but now the streets are full of people, hawkers who carry burdens, charlatans who set up stalls on the corners, shops selling sesame seed cakes on the streets, theater troupes who perform arts...all appeared.

There were lights on in several nearby houses, Fang Shiyi clenched his sword tightly, turned around with sullen brows, and pushed open the door of the next room belonging to Qi Chu.

The wild mandarin ducks that were rolling up and down on the ground in the room screamed in shock. Fang Shiyi had sharp eyes and saw clearly that both of them were men. His temples couldn't help jumping up, and he nodded politely: "Excuse me, please." continue."

Then gently close the door.

You don't need to look at the rest of the rooms.

The voices of people came from the street along with the wind, poured into their ears, telling Fang Shiyi clearly that this is a bustling and lively city.

But how is it possible?

Is this a fantasy, or a dream?

Fang Shiyi was a little confused, frowned and thought about it, grabbed the fat bird lying on top of his head, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Ming Ming was caught awake suddenly, tilted his neck and blinked his black eyes: "Jiu Jiu Jiu?"

Junior, what are you doing to disturb your grandfather?

Fang Shiyi tried the feel of the hand again - the fat is very real, it should not be fake.

So what is this place?