Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

"Junior brother is not a rotten tree." Yun Xu calmed down, chuckled, and took out the clothes from the Qiankun bag.

It was rare for Nanze to see him happy, swallowed the words 'You are a stubborn stone', and said: "This incident, I think there is an inner ghost in the sect."

"How did the elder brother know?"

Nan Ze said: "Last night I received your news, I wanted to go to see nephew Wu Zhi and Nephew An Ning, but I didn't want to, the Jiange was stolen, so I had to go to the Jiange to maintain order.

In the middle of the night, Shou Bei retrieved Wu Zhi and An Ning's nephews, asked to mobilize manpower to prepare for the autumn exam, and reported the reason, so I found out. "

Dao Sanqian, Nanze passed on to his eldest disciple, and the Dao name was given to Bei.

"Wuzhi are they okay?" Yun Xu asked Shen Ling after a moment.

As a master, he is really incompetent. He raised his apprentices like wild pigeons and never taught him anything.

If you don't care about one or two now, Yun Xu feels that his master is probably not fake, so fake that he wants to poke his own spine.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, I went to Baihe Academy as normal this morning."

"That's good. Is it because I want to check the records of the disciples entering and leaving the sect?"

Those below the foundation establishment need to register at the council hall, those above the foundation establishment do not need to, they can come and go freely, but because there are restrictions on the token, every time they enter and exit the sect, it will be recorded.

Therefore, it is only necessary to use the autumn test as an excuse to arrange a list and collect the tokens of each disciple to trace the records of each disciple's entry and exit from the sect in recent days.

"That's right." Nan Ze shook his head, disapproving, "However, if it takes so much trouble, it will surely alarm the inner ghosts. Besides, there are nearly 6000 disciples who have established a foundation in the sect. Such an investigation is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack." ,Meaningless."

Yun Xu raised his hand and picked up a paper-tied girl, and said with a cool smile, "Brother, do you still remember the Qin family in Half City?"

Nanze frowned fiercely: "But that ghost Xiu Qin's family that was suddenly wiped out more than ten years ago?"

"good."

The paper-tied girl was thrown to the ground by Yun Xu, and gradually grew bigger. She stood up unsteadily, and looked at Yun Xu with horror.

Yun Xu had already made up her mind, first seduced her by helping her become a human being, and then said ambiguously that she might let her live, and then asked about the details of the Qin family being wiped out.

Ever since she knew they were members of the Qin family, Yun Xu knew that these two people might be silenced, so she created the illusion of silence early on.

Sure enough, in the next second, those who were not "silenced" by him were silenced by the black hands behind the scenes.

The paper-tied girl was undoubtedly moved. With the mentality of keeping the green hills alive and not afraid of no firewood, she tried hard to recall the scene when her family was wiped out.

It's a pity that too much time has passed, and she is just a ghost, her memory is not as good as before, and she can only think of the Qin Mansion that was destroyed by powerful forces in the raging fire.

For a long time, she couldn't think of any useful details, and she was in a hurry. At this moment, she saw the silver cloud patterns embroidered on Yunxu's robe.

In the blink of an eye, she remembered the scene where the other party broke her neck.

At that time, her head was severely hypoxic, and her eyes were already black. Before she died, she wanted to remember the appearance of this person and turned into a ghost to come back for revenge.

She remembered that the other party was wearing a sky blue dress, not white, and there was no cloud pattern on it, but a golden piping.

"Sky blue, with golden trim?" Nanze touched his chin thoughtfully upon hearing this, "The clothes of the deacon's disciples..."

There is only one difference in the costumes of the direct disciples and the deacon disciples, and that is the piping, the deacon disciples are golden, and the direct disciples are pure white.

From the very beginning, Junior Brother Zigui was a direct disciple, and later became an elder, which is the clothing of the core elders. He directly wears it on a daily basis and does not have the clothing of a deacon disciple at all.

The imperial robes of Qing Yunzong are all custom-made by people from Tianzhifang, ordinary people can't imitate them, and even if they are imitated, there are big differences in details.

To put it bluntly, a fake is a fake, and it is impossible to replace the original.

That being the case, why is it the patriarchal robe of the deacon disciple?

"Are you sure it's gold?"

The paper-tied girl thought about the hatred of destroying the family, and her resentment was about to overflow. She suppressed her hatred and said: "He broke my neck. Before I died, I naturally remembered his appearance firmly. Wrong!"

Speaking of this, she suddenly realized something was wrong, and muttered to herself, "No, it doesn't seem to be him..."

Yun Xu narrowed her eyes dangerously, and said sharply, "Speak up!"

The paper-tied girl trembled all over, and suddenly raised her voice: "Yun Zigui, you were dressed in white, right?!"

"So what?" Yun Xu vaguely guessed the reason for her question.

"It's wrong, it's all wrong, no wonder, no wonder!" The paper-tied girl lost the power of hatred, spread out on the ground, and said crazily, "It wasn't you, I should have thought it was him, yes, it was him!"

Nan Ze and Yun Xu looked at each other without speaking, waiting for her follow-up words.

"Twenty years ago, a masked man who claimed to be the elder of Qing Yunzong came to the door, and the head of the family greeted him personally.

I was so courageous at that time, I saw them go to the secret room to discuss things, and I also slipped in. I heard them discussing about the Yixiantian plan.

The masked man gave the Patriarch a Yuan-Breaking Pill, which he wanted to borrow from a hundred puppets of the Qin family.As you know, ghosts are good at ghost art, and the puppets they make are no different from real people.

The head of the family couldn't break through the Nascent Soul for a long time at that time, and when he saw such a good thing, he agreed.

Later, I heard that more than half of the monks who went to build a line of defense were killed or injured because of traitors in the alliance, especially Qing Yunzong, only one person came back alive.

I also heard that those who betrayed were casual cultivators who came out of nowhere, the number of them was not large, and they turned into corpses immediately after death, and the Patriarch knew that he was being used.

The puppets refined by my Qin family have no soul, so it is normal for them to turn into corpses after death.

Afraid of being found out to be the puppet of the Qin family, we planned to move out of this place that day and go to a remote area to hide for a while.

No, you're here. "

The paper-tied girl stared straight at Yun Xu, her blushing cheeks glowing strangely: "We all thought you were the one who borrowed the puppet back then, so we immediately circled around with him, showed our attitude, and pretended we didn't know anything.

That night, near midnight, you came to visit again.No, it shouldn't be you, it should be the person who borrowed the puppet back then.

It looks exactly like you, exactly the same, even the moves and weapons used are exactly the same. "

In fact, this is not right, no one will come to visit you politely before killing you, let alone when killing you, they will not know how to cover up their self-confidence.

Moreover, since he can easily destroy the Nascent Soul, it is impossible not to find that there are fish caught in the net, and he is so arrogant that he can ignore the danger of exposing himself.

After Lenovo, I heard that someone would steal the sky for the sun, and the two of them took money to ask the other party to help them bring themselves back to life. The other party simply agreed and bought them two identities as direct disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Is it so easy to replace the identity of a direct disciple?

Thinking of this, a kind of anger that was teased by the enemy from the beginning to the end surged in my heart, and the paper-tied girl laughed at herself.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Perhaps you should check to see if there is a ghost in your own sect.

This inner ghost must have been cultivated no lower than Yuanying. Moreover, when he destroyed my Qin family, he was slashed in the face by the patriarch manipulating the blood corpse of the family. Must have shaved the jaw. "

The third brother she was talking about was the boy made of paper.

Nanze's heart sank, and a name slowly popped into his mind.

"I think you can investigate the only person who came back alive, he is very suspicious." After a pause, she continued, "I have said so much today, if you let me go, I will not survive.

Therefore, I don't intend to leave, you Qing Yunzong will not drive me away, will you? "

Putting away the paper-tied girl, Nanze was silent for a long time, then suddenly said a name, "Li Fangfang."

Li Yifang, Li Zhishou, the elder Fang who everyone said came back alive from the first-line sky.

Yun Xu suspected that the old thing had a ghost, but there was no evidence. Now, he can't rely on the Qin family ghost's one-sided words to prove that the other party is indeed a ghost. After all, no one would put himself under suspicion so blatantly.

If it was him, if he wanted to kill other people, he would never come back alive alone. Wouldn't it be better to release two more people to spread suspicion for himself?

"I can't be sure. Before there is no evidence, you must not jump to a conclusion. By the way, when I went there, I also found a Buddha corpse."

When Yun Xu was chasing after the man in black, he casually put away the corpse of Futu who had already fallen by the side.

He took out Futu's corpse with a flick of his sleeves, and saw that the Futu's corpse had been pinched to the head, with bones all over the top and bottom, and only some carrion hung on it.

Yanming the incident, Yun Xu shook out the final result, "The man in black was defeated and blew himself up."

"It seems that there are two groups of people." Nanze put away the body of the Buddha and said, "I'll keep this one first, and the evil cultivator must be investigated to the end."

Back then, Kong Huai, who had not yet become an elder, and other seniors went to exterminate the evil cultivators, and now they reappeared, and they appeared in the sect, maybe they came back to avenge their past.

As the suzerain, Nanze will investigate thoroughly no matter what for the safety of the sect.

"The matter of the floating butcher's corpse will bother senior brother." Yun Xu smiled, paused, and asked a completely irrelevant question, "Senior brother, have you ever seen one body and two souls?"

Nan Ze was just getting annoyed by the wave after wave of bad things. Hearing this, he hummed and waved his hands and said, "What nonsense, how can one body and two souls be possible in the world?"

"Junior brother refers to the soul of the original body, and the soul of the original body through an object. It does not mean that one body accommodates two souls."

Nanze asked strangely: "Isn't that just a weapon spirit and its own soul? What's so strange about that?"

An ancient blue Linglong Pagoda appeared in his hand, and a beautiful figure floated from the Linglong Pagoda, "Isn't it a weapon spirit? If you want, there are a lot of sword pavilions, take your pick."

Yun Xu shook her head: "It's not Qi Ling."

"Huh?" Nanze put away the ancient blue Linglong Pagoda and said, "What do you mean, is it possible that the soul of an adult is still attached to the weapon and becomes a weapon spirit?"

Who knows?

Perhaps... it is indeed on the Qing Ming Sword.

In any case, you have to find a way to enter the dream again.

Yun Xu bowed her head and said nothing, only felt a warm current flowing from the bottom of her heart, even though it was not real, even ethereal, it pulled him back from hell to the world.

"Endless!"

"Crack!" A book was slammed on the table, Feng Chang'an was suddenly awakened, subconsciously stood up, and faced Mr. Meng's stinky face.

Mr. Meng is over [-] years old and has white beard and hair. He is an elder in the same class as Feng Chang'an. He is not very talented, and he is only in the middle stage of Golden Core, so he did not participate in the first-line sky plan at that time, and escaped.

Although his talent is not good, his comprehension ability is good, and he is upright, more than enough to be an introductory mentor.

"Tell me about you, how many times have you slept in class?"

Feng Chang'an said: "The fifth time..."

Mr. Meng slammed the table with a ruler in his left hand and said, "Only five times?"

Feng Changan immediately changed his words: "Seven times! Seven times!"

There was a subdued chuckle in the room, Mr. Meng turned around and looked around, "Who is laughing, stand up for me!"

So there was no sound in the room, only a dozen or so shoulders trembled violently from suppressed laughter.

Thinking that they are all new disciples, Mr. Meng didn't want to blame too much, so he just pretended not to see it, turned a blind eye, turned around and continued:

"Wuzhi, if you do this again, call your master, the old man will talk to him!"

Feng Chang'an was silent for a moment, as if he was not sure whether the other party really wanted to see his master, or he was threatening people, and with a complicated expression, he said slowly: "Sir, are you sure you want to see my master?"

Not long after he got started, he heard all about Yunxu's glorious deeds through various channels.

Since Xuanwuzhou, the massacre has started, and the people and demons killed have piled up into a mountain, and they are piled up in a line of sky, named "Jushen Mountain".

The blood there flowed into a river. Someone once saw him rowing a boat on the blood river, holding a fishing rod, catching dead souls from the bottom of the river, and throwing them into the alchemy furnace to refine them.

The screams were deeply rooted in that person's heart, and he started talking nonsense after he came back, and after a few days, he went crazy with fright.

In the eighth year of Xuanwu, when he returned to the sect, he pulled down Li Zhishou, who was supposed to be the core elder, and became the core elder himself.

After all, he is a junior, if he pulls the senior off the horse, if everyone sees this, he will be dissatisfied, but he doesn't care who you are, as long as you refuse to accept, a battle card will come down, making you doubt life, regardless of any kinship.

Follow-up is all kinds of suppression of dissatisfied.

Just last night, Feng Chang'an heard about another bloody case - the Qin family with nearly a thousand people, big and small, old and young, did not let go.

According to Feng Chang'an's statistics, all these things happened within 20 years after his death.

In fact, these days of worshiping the other party as his teacher, he didn't find anything wrong with the other party. After hearing these things step by step, Feng Chang'an felt that he might be blind.

Yun Xu is clearly a Rakshasa, moody, cloudy and sunny, if he doesn't take a good sunny road, he must go to a dead end.

In the first 30 years, the good reputation that was so hard to accumulate was completely ruined.

If it wasn't because he was the protagonist, Feng Chang'an would have almost suspected that the other party had been taken away by the devil.

He thought about it for several days, but he still couldn't change from the image of the other party's obedient rabbit.

I wanted to go bald, and I couldn't figure out what stimulated such a big change.

He watched Yunxu grow up, and his careful teaching, strict requirements, three views, values, and social outlook have long been shaped.

It stands to reason that a well-shaped personality will undergo too much change, why can Yunxu grow directly from a good sapling to a crooked rattan? !

Crooked.

It turned out to be crooked.

Feng Chang'an was so depressed that he wanted to pinch the other party's neck and ask directly: I didn't teach it well, why did you grow crooked!

Mr. Meng's neck choked, and he yanked off a few snow-white beards, forgetting that his master was the evil star.

"So what? Why, why don't you see him?" More than a dozen pairs of eyes were focused on him, and for the sake of face, he had to face it.

Feng Changan: "..."

This kind of teacher can't control bad students, what's the matter with the déjà vu of calling parents?

"Sir, my master is very busy and I don't have time. I promise, I won't sleep again next time."

Hearing this, Mr. Meng breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his face: "What did the old man just say?"

This class is about the composition of Reiki, Feng Changan spent half of the time sleeping, so naturally he didn't know where it was going.

Everyone in the dormitory looked here, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes, some were curious, some were worried, some were watching a good show, and some were gloating.

The book of the boy sitting next to him was full of notes. Feng Changan just wanted to take a sneak peek at the book of the boy next to him. The boy closed the book with an honest look that he could not cheat.

Brother, you are my brother, let me take a look.

Feng Changan looked at him eagerly.

The young man was sitting upright on the seat, with a handsome appearance and a gentleman, so naturally he would not show it to him.

Mr. Meng watched the little movements of the two of them, and clapped the ruler in his hand: "Wuzhi, have you thought about it?"

Feng Chang'an had no choice but to give up, and said nonsense: "Spiritual energy is composed of spiritual particles. After a monk communicates with the world, he can absorb spiritual energy and turn it into spiritual power.

Spiritual power is the overwhelming power of monks, and it can wash away the dirt of monks themselves..."

After the narration, seeing that Mr. Meng was silent and the others were silently looking at him, Feng Chang'an secretly said that it was all over, he might have said everything wrong.

"That's a good speech." Mr. Meng nodded affirmatively, then turned to look at the others, "Have you heard clearly, the so-called spiritual energy, spiritual power, and comprehension."

"Understood." Everyone nodded in shock. They never expected that this sick person with no foundation could express such an excellent understanding.

To be honest, they were dissatisfied with each other, and at the same time, they despised each other, thinking that the other party did not have much strength and was not worthy of being in Jiashe. Naturally, he was not worthy of being a direct disciple either.

Now, his jaw dropped all over the floor, and his face was in hot pain from being slapped back by the opponent.

That's right, Elder Zigui is not blind, how could he accept an ordinary person, and become a direct disciple, there must be something outstanding about him.

"Wu Zhi finished this class for everyone. If there is anything you don't understand, you can..." After a pause, Mr. Meng patted Feng Changan on the shoulder, "Ask Wu Zhi."

Feng Chang'an: "..." You are mistaken, you are the gentleman!

The soul-inducing incense in the female ghost's mouth has no effect, and she can't sleep, and she doesn't feel sleepy at all.

In addition, the young masters of the family who originally regarded him as air came to discuss, game or ask him for advice. Once he changed his previous attitude of indifference, he couldn't sleep anymore, so he had to give up.

Mr. Meng sat in front, took a sip of tea, and looked quite relaxed. He looked at the heated discussion room and stroked his beard in relief.

Not bad, really good.

I'm really good!

Not only brought back a crooked seedling who was sleeping in class, but also discovered the advantages of the crooked seedling, lightened the burden, and made the best use of everything.

After evening class, it was already dark, and the cafeteria was on the far right of Baihe Academy, and some people would choose to have dinner, so it was inevitable that there would be crowds and crowds.

Feng Changan's eyelids drooped, and he followed Jiang Yu to the outside of Baihe Academy.

Jiang Yu's master specially gave her a small stove, so she didn't have to crowd with others, and Feng Chang'an had long been used to not eating, and just a single bigu pill meant that she would not eat for five days, so the two left together after school.

Just as he was crowded with others, a post was suddenly stuffed into Feng Chang'an's hand. He woke up instantly, and when he raised his hand, he saw that it was a post.

Black characters on a white background are extremely conspicuous.

"This is?" Jiang Yu obviously noticed this scene, his smile was stiff, "Battle post?"

The flow of people was too large, and the two of them didn't even see who put in the post.Opening the battle post, it was written the names of Feng Chang'an and another unknown person.

One leaf birch.

The battle stickers with black characters on a white background are life-and-death battles, which are cruel and intense and often accompanied by injuries and death. According to the religious rules, only the life-and-death battle stickers are accepted, and death is allowed in the battle. Life and death are all responsible for yourself, and no one else meddle.

Jiang Yu's face turned dark: "Did you offend someone? Why would someone fight you to the death? The time is still three years later."

Since the opponent is a new disciple, it can be seen that in order to avoid being criticized, the opponent specially pushed the time to three years later.

Three years, whether it is short or long, the new disciples will basically not have much achievement, and it is a disadvantageous situation that they are completely crushed.

Three years...

Feng Chang'an stared at the word Ye Hua with unclear meaning, and said softly: "It really offended people."

After all, 081 is a machine, without the fatigue of a human being. The moment someone puts the battle sticker in Feng Changan's hands, he took a picture of that person's face.

"The screen has been captured, does the host need to read the data?"

"Yes." Feng Chang said in peace.

A screen shot of a skinny young man appeared in his mind. The young man was dressed in the costume of an outer disciple, with high cheekbones and wicked eyebrows. It made people feel that he was very cunning, and he was wary.

Jiang Yu said anxiously: "Who is it? Just tell me, I'll ask my elder brother to go, and I will make him withdraw the post!"

"Since the opponent dares to play, it means that it is impossible to take it back." The picture in his mind disappeared, Feng Changan put away the battle sticker, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young man smiled, this smile was a bit cold, Jiang Yu looked at it from the side, and couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, as if he was being played by the other party.

After Feng Changan bid farewell to Jiang Yu, he went straight back to the room and turned on the lamp, only then did he think of the rabbit that was chained by him.

For a whole day and night, there is a great possibility that he was starved to death.

He looked under the table, the rope was bitten off, and the rabbit ran away from nowhere.

Better lost than dead.

Feng Chang'an comforted himself like this, and put the battle stickers away in the drawer. He is too weak now, and he doesn't have any forces at hand to deal with the opponent.

Three years, three years is about the same.

Ming Zhiyuan, you can cherish these happy days, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to enjoy them in the future.

As for the outer disciple who posted his battle post...

Feng Chang'an knocked on the table thoughtfully, the knocking sound became stronger and stronger, echoing clearly in the room.

When the last knocking sound came to an end, cruel indifference appeared in his eyes.

I can't deal with Ming Zhiyuan now, and I can't deal with you as an outer disciple?

The residence of inner disciples.

A skinny young man dressed in the costume of an outer disciple sneaked into Ming Zhiyuan's room like a fish, saw the other party making tea, and smiled flatteringly: "Master, the battle invitation has already been placed in the other party's hands, mine..."

Ming Zhiyuan glanced at him, threw the brocade bag on the table to him, and said: "You did a good job, you probably won't tell about this matter, right?"

"Don't worry, young man, absolutely not!"

As soon as the thin young master bowed and stepped back, a young man walked out from behind the Qingshan Baihe painting screen.

The young man's face is hard and he is Ming Zhiyuan's eldest brother, Ming Hao.

He pressed the corners of his lips unexpectedly, with a gloomy expression on his face, "You made your own opinion without my consent. Let the old man know, and you will know the end."

With a basin of cold water on his head, Ming Zhiyuan lost all his joy. He looked up at the young man, laughed out loud for a moment, hooked his neck and kissed his mouth, and said:

"Brother shouldn't tell that old man, right?"

Ming Hao's eyes were dark, he raised Ming Zhiyuan's chin, pressed against the other's earlobe and said: "You are really just like your mother, you are cheap from the bottom of your heart."

There is a scandal in the Ming family of Jinwu that everyone in the Ming family knows about, but outsiders don't know about, that is, the Ming family raised a wild species.

This bastard is not from the Ming family at all, his blood is the blood of a lowly slave.

One by one, his mother had an affair with a slave, and he kept it from the sky, because he had already organized a banquet at that time, and it was not until his mother died in the ninth year that this matter was exposed.

The Ming family is famous, how can they tolerate wild species?But afraid of losing face and being ridiculed by the outside world, he had to swallow his anger and keep it.

Ming Zhiyuan just smiled, and stretched out his hand to untie the other party's belt. He pretended so well that no one could see the forbearance in his eyes.

That forbearance is almost crazy, full of revenge, composed of greed and hatred, deep in my heart.

……

The disciple of the outer sect got the benefits, and he was walking like a float, happily thinking about how to buy the elixir to improve his cultivation.

Before taking two steps, he sensed someone following behind him, and turned his head suddenly, but he didn't see anyone.

Just when I was wondering if I was wrong, I saw a female grimace.

The female ghost had red lips, and her pale face was bloody and hideous. He was so frightened that he exclaimed, his legs went limp, and a stream of hot liquid flowed down his legs.

He wanted to call for help, but the back of his head hurt and he passed out.

Feng Changan put down the stone in his hand, kicked him expressionlessly, stripped his clothes, and took away the reward Ming Zhiyuan gave him.

The female ghost watched this scene with great interest: "I thought Kong Huai was a gentleman."

"Gentleman?" Feng Chang'an said, "I don't have the sacred heart to forgive others even if they kill them."

After completing the ticket, Feng Changan put away the female ghost and returned to the palace, and burned the boy's clothes on the way. As for the rewards, he put them away.

After returning to the room and washing up, Feng Changan fell asleep in a good mood.

When he fell asleep in the middle of the night, Feng Changan stared in a daze, suddenly felt something pressed on his heart, couldn't breathe, and began to have nightmares.

It was cold and snowy, corpses were strewn all over the field, and broken swords and spears stuck in the snow, it was extremely desolate.

It is night now, and the snow is shining brightly, which is a bit dazzling.

He realized that he was still a young man, standing in the ice and snow with a flower and bird palace lantern and a heater in his hands, waiting for someone. The cold was so cold that Chang'an was so cold that his whole body was cold, and his hands and feet were numb.

The monk shouldn't feel cold, not to mention he's already out of his body.

Feng Changan felt baffled. He turned his head to look at the clothes he was wearing. Inside was a dark black magic robe to keep out the cold, and in front of him was a tightly caged fox fur.

The snow-white and soft fox fur didn't reveal anything about her smooth neck, except for her face.

Feng Chang'an had never felt cold while wearing such thick clothes. He looked at the stove that was being ironed in his hand, and subconsciously circulated the spiritual power in his body to keep warm.

But he couldn't feel the existence of spiritual power, his body was like a funnel, draining all the spiritual power, leaving no drop.

Hell, where is my spiritual power? !

Feng Changan struggled for a long time, and finally realized that he was dreaming, he quickly ignored it, and planned to find a place to avoid the wind and snow.

Strangely, his body was out of his control, and he was still standing upright on the snowy ground. The sky and the earth were blurry, completely covering the young man's thin body.

Feng Changan: "..." Why can't I move?

Frowning, Feng Changan tried to leave again, but as long as he had the thought of leaving, he would be held in place by some force and could not leave.

Frozen in the ice and snow for several hours, Feng Chang'an saw a figure slowly approaching him from a distance.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and it was clearly a young man with a tall and straight figure. Before he could see the other person's appearance clearly, the young man had already appeared in front of him, and his strong arms wrapped him in his arms.

"Da Xue Ye Tian, ​​what are you doing out here?"

The young man's voice was hoarse and deep, and his emotions were unclear. Feng Chang'an quickly recognized that the owner of the voice was Yun Xu.

His nostrils were full of the bloody smell from the other party's body, and he was about to say that he couldn't leave, but found that what he said was another sentence, "Wait for you."

Yun Xu stroked the snow in his hair, took the palace lantern, grabbed his hand and put it in her arms, and said, "What are you waiting for me, Master?"

The other party was a pure fire root, and his hand that had been numb from the cold felt sensation in an instant. Feng Changan felt that this action was too intimate, so he immediately retracted it, but the result was not what he wanted.

He found that he couldn't control his body anymore. He was like a bystander, watching things go in an incredible direction.

He heard himself silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I'm afraid you won't find your way home."

The world is silent, only the word "go home" is in Ning's ears, Yun Xu chuckled twice, took a step back, half-bent down, at the same height as him, and said obediently: "Master is so kind."

The evil and handsome young man frowned, neither annoyed nor angry, and his smiling face made people feel frightened.

This appearance really resembles the Rakshasa that everyone talks about.

The young man was very close, so close that his breath blended together, Feng Chang'an naturally couldn't stand the distance, which made him feel insecure, but fortunately he withdrew his hand at this time, and the ambiguous sense of intimacy disappeared.

Yun Xu squatted down, turned her head and said with a smile, "Come up, go home."

The Qing Yun Sect has already emerged here, and it seems to be the northernmost Wuji Mountain. Looking north along the snow-capped ridge, you can see the magnificent aurora in the Nine Heavens. The sky is white, like evening and dawn.

The young man's side face was immersed in the warm light of the palace lantern, he was not like a ghost, nor like a Rakshasa, he was a normal person, a normal person with warmth.

Go home, what home?

Feng Chang'an was dizzy thinking about this question, feeling more and more stuffy in his heart, and the feeling of something pressing on his chest became clearer and clearer.

He lost all strength, his soul seemed to float out of his body, a large white light rose up in the sea of ​​consciousness, piercing out distinct rays of light.

When the consciousness was floating and rootless, Feng Changan was overjoyed by the sudden appearance of white light, he grabbed the white light and escaped from the dark space.

The moment he left, he woke up from his dream. In the darkness, he felt a fluffy thing on his chest.

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[Mr. Meng: Sleeping in class again, call my parents!

Feng Chang'an trembled: Okay... okay.

Yun Xu came out and said with a smile: I am his parent, what did he do wrong.

Mr. Meng looked at the Yaoguang in the other party's hand, padded his own cultivation, and said weakly: Ha!ha!ha!In fact, I was praising him.

Feng Changan: ...

Yun Xu: Call me here just to praise others, you are poisonous!

Mr. Meng shrinks into a corner, silently waiting for poisonous mushrooms to grow on his head, feeling extremely depressed: I am poisonous, and I think I am poisonous. 】