Master Xiao thinks about those years

After Fu Nian left Yan Chen's room, he immediately came to the cold pool in the back mountain.

He dismissed all his attendants, leaving his guard Zuo Xiang alone outside the cold pool.

The pool water in autumn is bitingly cold, but the heat under the lower abdomen is still surging.

Fu Nian sat in the pool, through the dense cold mist, he could see his upper body, wide shoulders and narrow waist, strong wheat-colored arms resting on the edge of the pool, together with waterfall-like black hair, which was wet and tight The back stretches all the way to the waist.

Fu Nian closed her eyes and practiced the exercises, trying to suppress the stagnant heat in her heart.

Zuo Xiang was good at observing words and expressions, and following Fu Nian out of that Mo Qing's door, he guessed seven or eight points.

At that moment, he approached carefully, stood by the cold pool, and said cautiously: "Why don't you ask Mr. Zhuran to come over and wait for the Lord to take a bath?"

"Need not."

The cold voice interrupted without hesitation.

"Yes……"

Zuo Xiang had no choice but to answer nonchalantly, stepped aside, and began to slander strangely in his heart.

"It's strange, at this time, isn't it usually Mr. Zhuran who comes here?"

Zuo Xiang couldn't help turning his head back to take a sneak peek at Fu Nian floating in the pool, secretly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect this young man named Mo Qing to be handsome and capable, and Zhu Ran was even compared to him.

And Fu Nian focused on suppressing the dryness of body and mind, and after a while, he felt that his body could be balanced.

If Zuo Xiang's proposal was changed from the past, he might accept it.But after seeing Mo Qing, he suddenly felt that others were substitutes. Even if he really wanted it, it would be boring to relieve the heat.

Yan Chen's thoughts were messed up by Fu Nian, his thoughts were often in a trance, and if he was not paying attention, the sinister face of Fu Nian would appear in his brain, and he would always spend a long time digesting and paralyzing himself. Not runes.

Although he was mentally devastated, Yan Chen still took a serious rest and practiced breathing exercises every day, just to be able to see Meng Huan.

Meng Huan, that young man, is the only comfort in his heart now.

In addition to checking Meng Huan's situation, Yan Chen also wanted to know from Meng Huan what Fu Nian had experienced in the six years since his death, and why he became what he is now.

Seven days later, Yan Chen's body was recovering.Although the spiritual power still cannot be recovered from the previous life, it is much better than when the spiritual power was forcibly used before.

Yan Chen had learned the lesson from last time, trespassing and going head-to-head would only attract attention, so he adopted a devious strategy. In the afternoon, he activated the soul breath technique, first hypnotized the two people outside the door, and then took the opportunity to escape.

In the house, he has used his spiritual power to conjure up a body that is exactly the same as himself. The body is lying on the bed, creating the illusion of deep sleep. Even if the two guards outside the house wake up and come in to check, it doesn't matter.

Yan Chen has been imprisoned for a long time, so he is not familiar with Ye Xingyuan. When he came out of the house, the long and narrow palace road twists and turns, and the dark and gloomy palaces follow one after another.It seems to be cut off from the outside world here, and even if there is sunlight, it is always weak, as if cut off.

There are no flowers and trees along the road, but every other step, there is a leafless blood-colored flower.

Apart from the blood-like flowers, black halberds and guards with stiff faces were scattered all over the palace road.

In order not to alarm the guards, Yan Chen had no choice but to use the invisibility technique to move forward slowly.

He searched like a headless chicken for a long time, but after searching all over to no avail, he activated the water spirit technique.

He used ice spells in his previous life, but in this life, because of his body transformation, he used water spells. He remembered that in his previous life, Meng Huan also used water spells, and he could find the breath of people with water spells by activating water spirit spells.

But this method will also expose the position of the driver, and it is precisely because of this that Yan Chen did not choose to use this technique before.

The white mist condensed into a dragon, advancing in the air, leading the way for Yan Chen.Yan Chen turned left and right following the water dragon, and finally came to a delicate and unique sandalwood palace.

On the huge plaque in front of the hall, there are three big characters written in Xingkai, Yuxing Pavilion.

The corners of the eaves fly high, and there are blue-feathered wind chimes under the verandah. It just happens that the breeze blows by, making a jingle sound, like the impact of pearls and jade.

It was Meng Huan who was right.

Yan Chen's hands gradually clenched into fists.The cyan feather bell was something that Meng Huan had been wearing since Shangyu.

When he first met Meng Huan in this life, he saw that there was a blue feather bell on his waist that was exactly the same as that in front of the corridor, but there was no bell sound.Meng Huan has always used this feather bell as a forbidden step in Shangyu, wearing it on his waist every day, but when he was 11 years old, he broke the bell in a quarrel with his fellow disciples.

At that time Yan Chen said he would make another one for him, but Meng Huan refused to say anything.

Yan Chen doesn't know the origin of the ringing feather bell adorned in front of the corridor, but presumably, it must have been made by Meng Huan himself.

There were two guards standing in front of the door, Yan Chen stood in the distance, received the water dragon, and turned into a stream of water, and went to the Rain Walking Hall.

Inside the palace, the vegetation is desolate.The maple leaves fell to the ground and accumulated into a layer of red satin, as if they were kept and never cleaned on purpose.

Maple leaf red is Meng Huan's favorite color

In the main hall, tables, chairs and bookstores are all available, but it still can't hide the emptiness.

Standing behind the closed door, Yan Chen caught a glimpse of a young man curled up under the bookshelf with his arms around his knees from a distance.

Cyan's clothes are ragged, his hair is messy, and his eyes are widowed.The whole person lost his face, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

Yan Chen's heart tightened: "Meng..." Just as he was about to call out the word Meng Huan, Yan Chen's throat suddenly got stuck, he paused, and changed his words: "Young master..."

Meng Huan trembled and raised his head stiffly. His eyes became blurred due to lack of farsightedness for a long time. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Master!"

This time, it was Yan Chen who trembled all over.

"Master... no, that's not right... it should be Mr. Mo..." Meng Huanzheng was stunned for a long time, seeing Yan Chen standing still for a long time, his brain recalled it bit by bit.

Yan Chen suppressed the shock in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and nodded.

With this smile, Meng Huan suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, and said, "Is your body okay? Last time I led the spirit into the sword, you forced it..."

"It's fine, you don't have to worry." Yan Chen smiled and shook his head.

Meng Huan was worried: "Are you really all right?"

"It's really all right."

"Then... did my senior brother do anything to you?" Meng Huan was worried, and he hurriedly asked, regardless of whether Mo Qing in front of him could understand who the "senior brother" in his words belonged to.

Yan Chen smiled as usual, but his fingertips trembled inaudibly: "No."

"Huh...then, that's good." Meng Huan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Chen walked towards Meng Huan slowly, wanting to see the person in front of him more clearly.When he died in the previous life, Meng Huan was only 12 years old. Now, six years have passed, Meng Huan has grown into a handsome boy from the age of [-], and Fu Nian has become a mature man in his [-]s.

As for himself, his reborn Mo Qing, who looks about 21, is obviously much younger than himself in his previous life.

Now Yan Chen looked Meng Huan over carefully, and after visually checking that there were no signs of injury, he still asked: "That... Your lord, did you punish you?"

Meng Huan smiled, his smile was gentle and clear: "Don't worry, Mr. Mo, my senior brother won't do anything to me. You may not believe me, but my senior brother is actually... a very good person."

"a good person……"

Yan Chen smiled wryly in his heart, how could I not believe it, that's what he said to Meng Huan when he led Meng Huan to see Fu Nian for the first time.

It's just that I didn't realize it. After six years, I lived my life again, but the person who said this sentence changed.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. After all, my senior brother is so fierce on the surface, and he still treats you like that..." Meng Huan hurriedly explained, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

"I believe." Yan Chen suddenly said.

Meng Huan's eyes froze, a little incredulous.

Yan Chen explained with a smile: "Since the young master is so determined, of course I believe it."

"So... so..." Meng Huan replied hesitantly, but surprise remained on his face.

"But can you tell me, your lord... What kind of person was he in the past... Or, what did he go through in the past?" Yan Chen's eyes were burning, and he finally asked what he thought about day and night. thought question.

Meng Huan was a little taken aback. The man named Mo Qing in front of him seemed... different from those prostitutes/prostitutes in the past.

What's the difference?

Meng Huan couldn't explain clearly either, but it just felt different, and he had an inexplicable trust in him, just like his master back then.

"Ye Zun...he...in the past, he was Shangyu's disciple... under the Master Qinghui." Meng Huan spoke slowly, and sat down in front of the desk.

"En." Yan Chen nodded, and sat opposite Meng Huan.These, he naturally knows.

"He and I are disciples of Daoist Qinghui at the same time. He is nine years older and is my senior brother. By the way, you don't know that he is my senior brother?"

Yan Chen smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

Meng Huan nodded, and continued: "During the few years I was in Shangyu, Master treated us very well. Senior brother and I were both orphans. After we came to Shangyu, we took Master as the only one in the world. loved ones."

He paused, "I thought my brother and I had the same admiration for Master, but I didn't know until Master died that my brother's affection for Master was far more burning and crazy than mine..."

For a moment, Yan Chen's heart felt as if a rock was on it.He looked at Meng Huan, suddenly a little afraid of what he said.