Master Xiao thinks about those years

Being close at hand, the breath is hot and the senses are sensitive.

A hand blocked the retreat, Yan Chen was stunned in place, surrounded by a scorching embrace.

The eyelashes fluttered, and the thin lips turned white.

He dared not move.

Fu Nian's hand was not on his waist, but on his back, holding him tightly, if he wanted to move, he had to push him away.

And this push, not to mention disturbing Meng Huan, might even wake up Fu Nian.

In a dilemma, Yan Chen's heart beat like a pounding.

He hugged Fu Nian facing each other, beside his ear was Fu Nian's scorching breath, on his back was Fu Nian's powerful arm, and in front of him was Fu Nian's chest.Everything is related to symbols.

Push hard, push crazy.

"Master... don't go..."

A murmur overflowed from the top of his head, Yan Chen felt the hands on his back climbing up, slowly moving up like a poisonous snake.

Through the thin blood-colored clothes and those fresh scars, Yan Chen's blood was aroused by the poisonous snake to be cold for waves.

When exactly did it start?

Yan Chen forced himself to think.

When did Fu Nian... have such thoughts?

Someday in six years?Or after he died?

Why... do you have such thoughts?

Yan Chen is unfamiliar with that kind of obscure emotion, he is Qinghui Daoist who practiced spiritual spells in Shangyu, and he is a person who is used to being lonely and silent.

He has no chance to like others, and he doesn't know what it feels like to like others.

In Shangyu, he only knew how to decipher the spell and how to transform the spell.In his previous life, all he had been entangled with from beginning to end was one spirit spell after another waiting for him to understand.

Everyone in Shangyu admires the Nine Cold Palace, and everyone regards the Nine Cold Palace as the symbol of the highest power other than the head, but in Yan Chen's view, if there is no Fu Nian and Meng Huan, the Nine Cold Palace is just a prison.

A cold cage that held him.

Yan Chen entered this prison when he was 13 years old, and his memories before the age of 13 have all been erased.

Erasing memory is called "Break Dust Thought". This is the rule of staying in Jiuhan Palace. When each generation of spiritual mantras enters Jiuhan Palace, they must completely cut off the previous dust.

Because of the mantra, what is required is to have no desires, no sadness and no joy.

You can't get involved with the world. Cultivation requires extreme purity.

But Yan Chen is human, a person is not a stiff piece of wood, how can he be completely without sorrow or joy?

The Nine Cold Palace where he lives, in short, is a cage that no one outside can get in, and one inside can't get out.

And this cage has locked Yan Chen for 26 years.

He didn't know what the human world was, and sometimes when he was tired of comprehending the incantations, he would sit on the highest point of the Nine Cold Hall and look at the mortal world covered by smoke above and below.

What does he imagine the life of ordinary people like, working in the garden every day?Or talk to your wife?

unknown.

Everything hidden in the smoke was far away from him, too far away.

How could he expect to leave Shangyu and go to the world?He doesn't even...have anyone to talk to.

Shangyu's disciples never dared to get close to the Jiuhan Palace. Sometimes, when Yan Chen stood in the empty palace, he would hear the laughter of the disciples from afar.

That laughter was full of joy and joy, which Yan Chen would never experience in cold spells.

Students can practice swords in groups, participate in the lights of the Lantern Festival, and have feasts on New Year's Eve.

And from the New Year's Eve at the beginning of the year to the New Year's Eve at the end of the year, he was alone.

Of course, sometimes, Lin Shuanghan, the former head of Shangyu, would come to visit him.The head is the only person who can freely enter and leave the Nine Cold Palace, and Lin Shuanghan, to Yan Chen, is a respected old man.

Yan Chen was an orphan who grew up in Shangyu. After he was 13 years old, Lin Shuanghan sometimes stood with him on the highest roof overlooking the living beings in the night.

Yan Chen remembered that under the moonlit night sky, every time Lin Shuanghan looked at him, there was guilt in his eyes.

"Yan Chen, you have been locked in the Nine Cold Palace by me all your life, do you hate me?"

Lin Shuanghan spoke to him with a low and gentle voice.

hate it?

Yan Chen recalled his cold days in Jiuhan Temple, and replied lightly: "I don't hate it."

Lin Shuanghan smiled when he heard the words, with a bitter and ashamed smile: "Yan Chen, many people have won honors and entered this Jiuhan Palace, but nearly [-]% of them have hanged themselves in the palace. You should know that the people in this palace How depressing life is."

"I know"

Yan Chen looked at the star-studded night sky in the distance, and answered gently.

How could he not know?

Living in the Nine Cold Palace for so long, he experiences and feels it all the time, and no one knows and knows better than him.

Lin Shuanghan looked at Yan Chen: "Then why don't you hate me, I thought...you would die in this palace too."

"No, I won't die in this palace." Yan Chen's eyes froze on the spark, paused for a moment, then looked back at Lin Shuanghan: "I don't hate you either, Sect Leader."

After the words fell, Lin Shuanghan fell silent.

"If I want to die, I will die before the danger of the world."

Yan Chen pursed his thin lips lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the silent man and said, "Master, you taught me that everyone has to bear something, one's responsibilities and missions. What do you say?" , all beings are different, if you want to protect the peace of the world, then some people must stand up and bear what others cannot bear."

"Yan Chen..."

With a sigh, Lin Shuanghan's sunken eye sockets revealed a dim light.

An inexplicable regret, like seeing a flower that disappears amidst the splendor.

Yan Chen's eyes fell back into the sparks: "Master, the coldness of the Nine Cold Palace can grind people's minds. I am not a piece of wood, so I will have delusional thoughts. But... whenever I look at the people above and below In this world, I have the strength to be happy again."

"Yan Chen, this life... the world owes you."

The wistful sigh was Lin Shuanghan's last words before he left.

In the previous life, when Yan Chen died, Lin Shuanghan, who was in a pool of blood, also said this sentence, but the difference was that he added it.

"Yan Chen...I owe you this whole life."

Lin Shuanghan, who fell in a pool of blood, was covered with scars, and these words exhausted his last strength.

"Master, you don't owe me anything, Yan Chen has no complaints or regrets in this life."

Yan Chen answered like this at the time, but unfortunately, Lin Shuanghan couldn't hear it.

Years have passed, and at a glance, six years of glory have passed.

Now, Lin Shuanghan had passed away long ago and had a new head, but he, Master Qinghui, was lying in the arms of his apprentice.

From Fu Nian of Yexingyuan, to Yiru of Luocha Mountain, to Old Man Gao and Gao Yinyin of Jinshui Town.

Just like making him vaguely perceive love, old man Gao made him feel strongly about family affection.But what did the talisman make him realize?

absurd?crazy?still……

what is this else?

Yan Chen didn't know.

What he received was Qingming's admonition, what he learned was morality and etiquette, and what he inherited was Su Zheng's letter.

Now, he doesn't know what to do.

Yan Chen suppressed the confusion in his heart, and silently stuck it on the burning chest of Fu Nian, without thinking or delving into it.

He made preparations for a sleepless night, but he didn't know whether it was because of the injury on his body or what, at dawn, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and unconsciously fell asleep in Fu Nian's arms.

In the dream, the light and shadow were overturned, and Yan Chen returned to the Nine Cold Palace in his previous life. Fu Nian and Meng Huan stood in the luxuriant bustle and shouted with dimples, "Master!"

Dreaming of this, he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, the starlight was dim, and he sneaked into the cave quietly, and it was printed on Yan Chenjiao's handsome side face, making his face more gentle and beautiful.

Fu Nian, who was sleeping beside him, put his hands tightly on Yan Chen's head, carefully protecting his treasure.His face was bathed in darkness, and a contented smile filled the corners of his mouth.

For the first time, they embraced each other in such a harmonious way.

Create a scene of "time is quiet and good" from the appearance.

Everything is silent, and the sky is getting brighter.

Just as the first rays of morning light poured down from the sky, a bird song happened to be heard outside the forest.

The sound of birdsong faintly spread from outside the forest to inside the forest, awakening Meng Huan who was in a light sleep.The sound of the birdsong was really small, but because Meng Huan was troubled by his mind, he couldn't sleep well, so he woke up suddenly.

Frowning, Meng Huan started from the ground, raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

The cave was still silent.Meng Huan guessed that Mo Qing hadn't woken up, so he rubbed his eyes and looked to the side.

With just one glance, his heart skipped a beat, and the hand rubbing his eyes was completely stiff.

Lin Nei was silent, Meng Huan looked ashamed.

Mo Qing in front of her was indeed asleep, but in...his brother's arms.

From his perspective, his senior brother's hands were all on Mo Qing's body, and Mo Qing was curled up in Fu Nian's arms.The two of them were disheveled, it was hard for Meng Huan not to think about something.

Thinking of something, his face immediately turned red.

Damn!Have you had enough of the Suzheng Qingming Master taught you?

Meng Huan cursed secretly, and quickly looked away.

However, the evil thoughts in his heart still surged up, and he kept adding oil and vinegar, trying to complete the picture of his senior brother and Mo Qing's experience last night.

As the saying goes, "in the fluffy hemp, straight without support, the white sand is in nirvana, and it is black with it"

When Meng Huan was taught by Yan Chen in Shangyu, his mind was very pure and clear. However, since he came to Yexingyuan from Shangyu.With senior brother Fu Nian as an example, it is hard for him not to be influenced by what he sees and hears.

The first time Meng Huan found out that his senior brother liked men, he felt that the whole world was turned upside down.

But as the years passed, he became familiar with the strange things, and sometimes, he would even inadvertently come across some weird... pictures.Where has Meng Huan seen this before? It's like a hole where the sky is rotten, and there is a different scene in the hole.

With treachery in his heart, he kept throwing away those unspeakable things and pictures, but sometimes, he would still remember them in a strange way.

As soon as he thought of it, he acted as if he committed a crime, and hurriedly recited the heart-purifying mantra taught to him by his master.

Now, after thinking about Mo Qing and Fu Nian, he recited the pure heart mantra dozens of times.Then he got up quietly and walked away as if fleeing.