"Tsk tsk tsk, you have learned to bully people at such a young age."

Ye Huaiyao preached in an unserious tone: "I have done something wrong, and I will wet the bed when I go back at night."

These children were different from the ones he shared the candy with in the morning. Their clothes looked a little newer, and they were all very energetic.

The boy whose arm was bitten cried, "Go away! Don't meddle in your own business!"

Ye Huaiyao blinked: "I don't want to care about you either. Look at you, how dirty you are covered in bugs."

The child was baffled by what he said, and when he looked down, he was shocked to find that his body was really covered with dense black bugs, which looked extremely terrifying.

He yelled and panicked: "What is this thing! Hurry up and help me get it off!"

The other children were also disgusted, and no one dared to approach him, so they scattered.

The worm-covered boy was terrified, crying and chasing after his companion, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ye Huaiyao laughed, then turned around and looked at the boy who was covered in mud and blood.

He asked, "How is it, are you all right?"

The boy raised his eyes, surrounded by leaves fluttering around, flowers shining in his eyes, Ye Huaiyao stood up smiling with his hands folded, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, looking at him.

The sunlight meandered behind him and fell on the boy again, illuminating his cold skin, his bloody wounds, and his beating heart.

The boy opened his mouth, a little inexplicably nervous, trying to say something that the other party would like to hear, but when he uttered it, there was only one awkward sentence: "I, I'm fine."

He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve in a panic, and tried to look as decent as he could, before saying, "Thank you...thank you."

He usually doesn't like to talk, not because of low self-esteem, but because he doesn't like to talk to those voices full of contempt and malice around him, and it saves trouble.

However, at this moment, the boy suddenly became anxious.

For the first time, he was annoyed by his clumsy tongue, and he was afraid that the other party would leave because he thought he was boring.

Ye Huaiyao didn't notice this tortuous thought. He saw the boy's right arm twisted in a strange posture, so he pinched it with his hand and found that the joint was dislocated.

Ye Huaiyao gave a "tsk" and said, "Is this all right? It hurts a bit, bear with it."

The boy was startled, and then he felt a sudden pain in his arm, but it was Ye Huaiyao who pushed his joints up with two sharp moves.

Ye Huaiyao touched the lack of a veil on his body, tore off a sleeve, and tied up the boy's bleeding wound, then smiled and said, "Okay."

The smile on his face is reassuringly pure, just like the sunshine and idle clouds at this time, the boy looked at him, his hand loosened in a daze, and the thing he was holding tightly was accidentally dropped on the ground .

Ye Huaiyao picked it up and found that it was the bag of candy he gave him in the morning.

At this moment, time overlapped, the scene seemed familiar, and another boy's face in his memory suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help but took a closer look at the boy opposite, and saw that although this little thing was covered in blood, he was really good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, very delicate, and a little childish look on his face.

His big black eyes were looking at him, reminiscent of the innocent little sika deer in the woods.

Ye Huaiyao said, "What's your name? Where's your adult?"

The boy whispered: "The adults are all dead... I don't have a name, and everyone calls me a kid."

When he said this, Ye Huaiyao remembered.In the past two years, he seems to have heard from his brothers and sisters that there is a new kid doing odd jobs on the mountain, and his life is hard.

When he fell to the ground and opened his eyes when he was a child, his mother died.His father and brother thought he was unlucky, so they beat and scolded him on weekdays.

The village where his family lived was born in a strange place and very close to Guifenglin. It was attacked by evil energy all the year round. Later, the boy's other family members also died.Someone at Chen Suomen thought he was pitiful, so he arranged such a job.

He spends half of the month cleaning the hills and earns fifty copper coins.

Ye Huaiyao thought to himself that this little thing was pitiful, and deliberately teasing him, he said, "What kind of name is a kid, or else I'll give you one."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he looked up at him almost reverently.

A smile flashed across Ye Huaiyao's handsome face, and he pretended to murmur: "As the saying goes, fight poison with poison, I think you are having a hard time. Otherwise, if you choose a homonym, you will be called... Anan."

Seeing that the child was always taciturn and lacked the vivacity of an ordinary child, he purposely wanted to tease him anxiously, and after he finished speaking, he asked in a beating voice, "Does it sound good? If you don't like it, there is also Ah Sang, Amy—"

"No, I like it very much, it sounds very good!"

The boy seemed afraid that Ye Huaiyao would be unhappy, and before he could finish speaking, he replied with joy and anticipation: "I would like to be called Anan, thank you for giving me the name!"

"..."

Ye Huaiyao's little conscience felt uneasy, coughed dryly, and said, "You are so good, brother Ye must have chosen the best name... Then what, are you hungry?"

Huaijiang was watching children fight just now, and after being teased by Ye Huaiyao, he fell into meditation practice. Not long after, he heard the voice of that brat calling him hauntingly outside.

Huaijiang snorted coldly in his heart, secretly thought that this kid was quite sensible, knew that he had offended his senior, so he bowed his head and apologized.

He deliberately put on airs and said coldly: "What are you doing?"

Ye Huaiyao said: "Here are some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, I want to feed the children, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

"..."

Huai Jiang: "What do you think of this old man! Are you the cook of Xuantian Building?!"

Ye Huaiyao said: "No, I regard you as my closest partner and the friend who needs the least courtesy. You are all attached to my soul, so don't you need to pay the rent? Ask me every day if I have anything to ask you, Such a small request is not satisfied…”

Before he finished speaking, there was an extra pack of steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand.

Huaijiang: "Take it, get out of here."

Ye Huaiyao was kind and good, shut up immediately after taking the food, and stopped harassing the angry old mirror.

He handed the bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Anan, and couldn't help but took a small piece and threw it into his mouth.

Eat the pastry while it is hot, it is really glutinous, sweet and soft, and I want to order it in Huaijiang for a while.

Ye Huaiyao said vaguely: "The sugar is dirty, don't ask for it, you can take the snacks back to fill your stomach. I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, the boy quickly reached out his hand to grab him, but when his dirty little hand almost touched the other's flowing sleeve, he quickly retracted it.

Ye Huaiyao turned his head, and the boy held up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with both hands: "You... you can eat two more pieces."

Ye Huaiyao smiled in a daze, and rubbed his hair with his slender fingers for the second time in a day: "I'm not hungry. You...just eat more for me."

The shady trees and the spring sun, the flowing brilliance, and the interlacing of light and shadow constitute a balanced and delicate aesthetic feeling on his body.

The slightly raised eyebrows and slightly smiling eyes were engraved in the boy's dark eyes looking up.

Although Ye Huaiyao's situation seems to be inferior to his, but when seeing this person, it makes people think of the words "the proud son of heaven" for no reason, and even the gentleness is flamboyant and bright.

After Ye Huaiyao finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer and walked out of the forest.

Anan watched him leave, then carefully removed the sleeve that stopped the bleeding from his wound, and folded it carefully.

He gesticulated on his body for a while, and finally put the sleeves into the pocket on his chest, close to his heart.

"The first floor, the first domain, the three sects, and the fifth family" - these are the most prosperous powers in the cultivation world at present.

This building refers to Xuantian Building, the first domain refers to Lihentian, the three sects are Guiyuan Villa, Daoyanzong, Tianya Huadaomen, and the five families are Leng Family, Yan Family, Ouyang Family, Tao Family and Ji Family.

Among them, Lihentian is the land of the Demon Realm, where good and evil are unpredictable, treacherous and gloomy, Ouyang's family is far away, and it is difficult to find, while Tianya Huadaomen is far away in the border, and some of the remaining sects and aristocratic families are mostly in the world.

Here, Xuantian Building is jointly managed by Ming Sheng and Fa Sheng.

At present, the older generation of Sage Fa Ming has abdicated, and the new Fa Sage Shaoyi Jun and Ming Sage Yun Qi Jun both became famous in their youth and belonged to the leaders of the younger generation.

Since the remains of Lord Yunqi disappeared 18 years ago, the Xuantian Building refused to acknowledge his death, so the position of Mingsheng has been vacant.

It's a pity that so many years have passed, and I haven't waited for Liren to return.

Xuantian Tower was built on Xieyu Mountain.Mingsheng's residence was originally called "Spring Breeze at the Beginning", and it was full of flowers and plants, warm and fresh all the year round, but it's a pity that it's winter and snow doesn't melt, and it's hard to see the beautiful scenery anymore.

Zhan Yu led a group of disciples from Xuantianlou to patrol in the night wind.

The weather outside is still in Mengchun season, the weather is warm, but here is the cold north wind mixed with snow, pouring directly into the mouth and nose.

When I opened my mouth a little, my throat felt as if a knife was being cut, it was indescribably uncomfortable.

But even so, no one thought of using spiritual power to resist the wind and cold. Since Ming Sheng left, this seems to have become an unwritten rule.

Zhan Yu's boots creaked the snow on the ground, and when he turned his head, he saw a row of gauze lanterns lit under the corridor next to him.

At this moment, the lamp is swaying in the wind, and the light is like water waves.

His heart suddenly felt sour.

Zhan Yu, Fa Sheng and Ming Sheng are brothers of the same sect who are direct relatives. As the envoys, he is in charge of the 28 helms of the Xuan Tian Lou Lower Sect, and has a very high status.

If it weren't for the fact that this place is the "Spring Breeze of the Beginning", it would have been impossible for him to patrol in person.

Zhan Yu spent the most time with his two senior brothers.Among them, Fasheng Yanchen has a more stable temperament and is older, Zhan Yu is naturally unruly, and he is closer to Ye Huaiyao, who is free and easy.

After Ye Huaiyao's accident, he was also much more depressed than before, his cheeks became thinner, showing a somewhat resolute and distinct outline.

A group of people were walking when someone suddenly whispered, "Senior Brother Zhan, why do I see...there is light in Brother Ye's study?"

Zhan Yu turned his head when he heard the words, and actually saw a little light behind a window not far away, faintly visible.

The sound of the heart trembled, as if being gently knocked.

He knew that he was going to catch some uninvited guest who broke in rudely, but with some inexplicable desire in his heart, he hurried away following the sound.

A slender silhouette was thrown on the window paper by the candlelight, Zhan Yu pushed the door open, and the person standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back turned his head.

He has phoenix eyes, sword eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, and a slightly pointed chin. He has a sharp face with a heroic air, and there is a kind of luxury that cannot be ignored in his temperament.

When he saw the opponent's appearance clearly, Zhan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the hand holding the sword hilt suddenly tightened, and then let go.

He signaled the disciples who came in behind him to go out, and said softly, "Senior Brother Yan."

Zhan Yu's mood was still not calmed down, he heard the tremor in his voice, so he paused, and then said again: "It's so late at night, why are you here?"

The person standing in Ye Huaiyao's study late at night was not an outsider, but the Xuantian Tower Dharma Sage, Yan Chen.

Yan Chen's expression was indifferent, but his tone revealed a kind of bewildered melancholy: "I just fell into samadhi, and I had a nightmare, and dreamed that it's time for Ayao to still be around, so I came to have a look."

They cultivators do not need to fall asleep. Yan Chen dreams when he is in meditation. To put it bluntly, he is distracted. This is extremely dangerous, and it is easy to go crazy if he is not careful.

Such a low-level mistake should not have happened to the dignified Dharma sage.

Zhan Yu's lips parted slightly, trying to persuade him, but after hearing Yan Chen's words "A Yao", his heart was filled with grief, a wave of sadness surged up, his throat seemed to be choked, and he didn't say anything.

The two stood quietly for a while, Zhan Yu forced a smile and said, "When he was around, I always thought he was making a fuss, but now that Senior Brother Ye is gone, I'm really not used to talking a few words every day."

It's been 18 years and I'm not used to it.

Yan Chen clenched his hands in his sleeves, and said: "The place where the decisive battle was fought back then, I still have to send people to guard it this year. I am always unwilling..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhan Yu suddenly grabbed his arm by his side. The other party was so strong that he almost sank his fingers into his flesh.

"Brother Yan—"

Zhan Yu's voice trembled slightly: "Look at Senior Brother Ye's Soul Lamp!"

Bright!

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