Master Xiao thinks about those years

Yan Chen felt like he had a long dream.

Darkness and light overlapped, and blood was flying. He dreamed that he was entangled with his apprentice, and that Fu Nian was walking on the street of the market with him in his arms. Things were so absurd.

Then suddenly, the dream woke up, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a warm and spacious room, and Fu Nian was lying on the table next to his bed, in a light sleep.

With a slight movement of his body, the person lying on the table seemed to have sensed it. He woke up suddenly and subconsciously looked towards the bed.

"you're awake"

Fu Nian walked towards the bed with unspeakable joy in his tone.

"How is it? Do you remember?" Fu Nian held the hand of the newly awakened man.For a moment, Yan Chen was shocked.The picture in my mind was overturned, and the scene was absurd.

The moment he touched Fu Nian's hand, Yan Chen suddenly understood that those scenes in the dream had really happened.

"What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"Still...haven't remembered?"

Seeing that Yan Chen was silent, Fu Nian asked again and again.

Yan Chen stared blankly at the anxious person in front of him, and after calming down for a long time, he opened his mouth: "Fu Nian...?"

Fu Nian hurriedly responded: "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Yan Chen said with difficulty: "We..."

"Ok?"

With burning eyes, Fu Nian listened carefully to Yan Chen's next words.

Yan Chen's throat rolled, and the sea of ​​clouds in his heart surged, but the last thing he said was: "It's nothing, I want to be alone."

Fu Nian was stunned: "Then...do you remember the past?"

"Thinking about it, I just don't quite get used to it yet."

"Okay, then I won't disturb you, just be quiet."

Fu Nian spoke in a warm voice, pulled the corner of the quilt for Yan Chen, and slowly backed out.

The wooden door closed, Yan Chen sat on the bed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

What kind of mood did he... have sex with Fu Nian?

I still want to, is he... crazy?

As the night fell, Yan Chen lay tossing and turning in the house, while Fu Nian sat on the roof of Yexingyuan, quietly watching the night sky.

Maybe it was because of the dull night, Fu Nian's mind was in a daze, and something seemed to surge up.

The splitting headache was a split second, and a white figure shuttled through his mind.

Bright and clean, not stained with dust.

"Master..."

Fu Nian held his head and murmured in pain.

"Heh, Fu Nian, do you still remember your master?"

At the end of the day, a light and fluttering voice rang in my ears.

"Who?!"

Fu Nian suddenly raised his head, and saw a black figure standing on the ridge of the roof. It was unreal, like a cloud of fog, and his face could not be seen clearly.

A powerful evil spirit permeated the sky and covered the earth, and the evil spirit of the blood of the runes began to move around.

The cultivation base of the person in front of him is definitely no lower than him.

"Who are you?!"

"Hehe... Your lord, don't worry, you haven't answered my question yet?"

There was a weird laugh, and the man in black spoke casually and languidly.

He smiled and said, "My lord, do you still remember your master? You won't... fall in love with someone else, right?"

"shut up!"

Fu Nian's complexion sank, and he summoned a flowing fire in his hand, and threw it forward violently.

The blue and red flames melted lightly when they met the man in black, without burning a corner of his clothes.

This time, Fu Nian was stunned again.

"My lord, it's useless. You should think about it carefully. What did you betray yourself? Your good master...but you completely forgot..."

With a light word, the man in black in front of him disappeared like mist.

Only that voice was still slowly echoing in the air.

Fu Nian stood on the spot with his forehead supported, only feeling that the pain in his head became more intense, burning and painful.

He seemed to have returned to the cold and spacious Nine Cold Hall, a man in white was sitting on the main hall, looking at him slowly and smiling.

"Running..."

"Lingchen..."

Gentle and slow whispers sounded in the ear, deafening.

"My lord, do you still remember your master?"

"You won't... fall in love with someone else..."

"My lord, you'd better think about it carefully, what exactly have you betrayed?"

The gentle words are like a knife, piercing into the flesh and blood, and the pain penetrates to the bone.

"Master..."

Fu Nian's eyes became confused.

Master...

Master... where are you?

Fu Nian stumbled and fell from the building, he couldn't feel the pain, and walked aimlessly with confused eyes, like a headless fly.

"Master?"

"Master..."

Staggering footsteps, like a drunk person.In the illusion, he saw his master walking farther and farther away, and saw the disappointed expression on the face of the real Qing Hui.

He panicked, chasing after step by step, like falling into an abyss.

Yan Chen was lying on the bed when he heard a sudden sound and the door was slammed open.

He quickly sat up, thinking that something unexpected happened, but saw a black figure fall by the door, and it was the evil and stubborn face of Fu Nian who lost his soul.

"Fu Nian? What's wrong with you?"

Yan Chen frowned, and got off the bed with bare feet.

"Master..."

With a murmur, Yan Chen's outstretched hand stopped abruptly.

Under the faint moonlight, Fu Nian curled up on the ground, frowning in pain, like a person who has lost his soul.Yan Chen stared blankly, before he woke up from the first call, the second whisper came one after another.

"Master... why are you ignoring me?"

"Is there something I didn't do well?"

"Master... don't you dislike me..."

The small voice was humble, helpless, and even sobbing.

Yan Chen was shocked, he didn't know what kind of illness Fu Nian had, but his hand, which was frozen in mid-air, fell on Fu Nian involuntarily.

"No...don't like you"

With a sigh, the person curled up on the ground suddenly paused, stunned for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him: "Master, Master...?"

Yan Chen paused: "Fu Nian, you are in trouble, I am not..."

"You don't want to recognize me... Sure enough, Master hates me."

Fu Nian lowered his eyes, and there were faint tears on his face.

Yan Chen: ...

Helpless and helpless, Yan Chen knew that Fu Nian now regarded him as the real Qinghui from his previous life, paused for a moment, and could only comfort him: "You think too much, I really don't dislike you."

"Then what do I do, do you like it?"

Fu Nian's eyes were shining, Yan Chen paused: "Now, as long as you don't hurt the sky, you can... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, a black figure rushed over.

Yan Chen fell down unexpectedly, with the plundering aura of runes between his lips and teeth.

"Fu Nian—"

"Master, you really...don't like me?"

Fu Nian slowly raised his head, his face was full of sadness.Yan Chen looked at this tear-stained face, and was speechless for a moment.

"I do not have……"

"That's liking?"

"also……"

Before the words behind the word Ye could be uttered, Fu Nian had already shown a slumped state.

Lonely, touched.

Yan Chen suddenly began to feel distressed.

"Since Master doesn't like it, then I'll go..."

The dejected person stood up.Seeing that he really left, something in Yan Chen's mind suddenly stopped.

"Don't, don't go..."

Oddly enough, he called out.

Fu Nian paused, turned his head and stared blankly at the disheveled man on the ground.

Yan Chen looked up at him, at this person immersed in the faint moonlight, suddenly he didn't know how to deal with himself.

But he knew, he didn't want him to go, he didn't want to see him unhappy.

What on earth...why did he do this?

why?

Fu Nian was waiting for his answer, and he was also waiting for his own answer.

The moonlight was dark, Fu Nian's eyes were long and far away, Yan Chen looked at each other, looked at the person in front of him seriously, and found the answer in the entanglement of the past.

"Fu Nian, I... like you."

The speaker is slow, and the listener is startled.

"Master..."

The person standing by the door turned around, put his hands around the door, and eagerly hugged the person on the ground.

The floor is cold, but the entanglement is hot.

The rune is naturally possessive, especially in front of the person he loves, the possessiveness is even crazier.

So this time, Yan Chen's undertaking was even more difficult than last time.

He couldn't hold anything, he could only wrap his arms around the neck of Fu Nian.He heard the talisman call him master constantly, coming in and out, and then, he felt incredible joy in the tearing pain.

After all, it is sinking, sinking in the sea of ​​desire, emotional entanglement.

His love, Fu Nian.

And Fu Nian also loves him.

The next day, when Yan Chen woke up, he found that he was already on the bed, and Fu Nian had gone out without knowing when.

The surroundings were quiet, Yan Chen was a little weird, enduring the pain in his body to straighten his clothes, and pushed open the door, just in time to see four people standing outside the hall, it was Fu Nian, Jiang Yexiu, Shu Yao and Meng Huan.

These four people were holding spiritual artifacts and were discussing something, as if they were about to travel far.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Yan Chen grabbed the door frame and made a sound in a daze.

For a moment, the four people who were discussing suddenly stopped.Meng Huan and Shu Yao remained silent, while Jiang Yexiu sneered, with contempt on his face.

Then he saw Fu Nian turning his head heavily: "I'm going to find the next Yu Nian, I'm looking for Yu Nian...to revive my master."

When Fu Nian spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes dodged a little.

He didn't know... what to do with Mo Qing.He went crazy last night, causing him to lose his sanity.

He thought that the person in front of him would be sad, but he only heard one sentence: "I will accompany you."

"Are you sure... you want to accompany me?" Fu Nian looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Yan Chen said lightly, "If it can be resurrected, I'd like to see what kind of resurrection it is."

After a word, there was silence all around.

So, Yan Chen finally went to Canglan Mountain with the four of them.

Canglan Mountain is connected to Ancient Book Mountain, and the vegetation on the mountain is withered, with only dead branches.

No one came to the foot of the mountain, and the surrounding area was deserted, except for a dilapidated house in which an old man lived.