Master Xiao thinks about those years

"Brother..."

"At the twinning meeting, no one asked me to..."

Little Meng Huan squatted on the ground, humble and weak.

He is like an ant crushed into the dust, a discarded wretch.The words that came out were so pale and weak.

"Exit"

A cold snort came from the side.

Little Meng Huan's tearful eyes froze.

"I'll take you with me"

The deep voice fell like a rock, smashing the frozen lake surface of Xiao Menghuan to pieces.

Fu Nian stood in front of the squatting little Meng Huan, and for the first time the ridicule disappeared from his face.His tone was so solemn that he was almost moved by this hypocritical expression.

"Master, senior brother...you..." He looked up at the dark boy in front of him with his small face, shocked and surprised, Meng Huan wiped the haze from his eyes with his immature little hand, trying to see the expression on the boy's face clearly.

But before he could see clearly, the boy's scolding was about to hit his head and face.

"What are you doing sticking around like a log?"

"Brother... you just... said, what did you say?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, didn't you say to accompany you?"

Fu Nian was upset.

"Really, really?"

"Accompany me to... the Demon Refining Cave?"

Xiao Menghuan stared at Fu Nian motionlessly, still in disbelief.

Fu Nian rolled his eyes: "Ask again——"

"Brother, you are so kind!"

With a clear and joyful voice, Fu Nian's ankles suddenly wrapped around his hands.

He froze, his body stiffened slightly.Little Meng Huan was lying on the dirty ground, his immature arms clung to Fu Nian's legs tightly.His snow-white disciple's clothes were stained with dirty fingers, but there was a bright and sunny smile on his face.

The rain gurgled, the thunder hummed, and the water droplets wet the boy's face, but it did not diminish the brilliance of his smile in the slightest.

Fu Nian was helpless, his emotions and anger were fleeting, he was really a child.

"You lie on your stomach like this, do you want other people to see it, so you can lose face to Master?" Fu Nian reminded in a cold voice.

The smile on Xiao Menghuan's face froze, his little arms immediately let go of Fu Nian's feet, his legs bent and he tried to struggle to get up, but he fell limply into the mud.

"No matter how you stand, you can't stand well"

Fu Nian was troubled, Xiao Menghuan raised his small face, his shallow brows were stained with grievance: "Senior brother... my feet are numb..."

Rune:  ………

I really fell for this dead kid.

"Hold the umbrella."

With a firm order, Xiao Menghuan was stuffed with a bamboo leaf umbrella in his hand without saying anything.

He held it awkwardly, but before he could hold it firmly, his feet suddenly disappeared, and his whole body was lifted into the air by a pair of powerful arms.

Fu Nian walked in the rain with little Meng Huan in his arms, with a cold face, like a bad guy teaching a child.

"Brother... you, you..."

Xiao Menghuan was surprised and delighted, Fu Nian's voice was cold and hard: "What nonsense, go home!"

It was still scolding and scolding, with a lot of impatience, but Xiao Menghuan felt very warm, very warm, as gentle as Chunxi.

Like the warmest 昤昽 in spring, the most prosperous fire in the stove.

Fu Nian didn't know, but Meng Huan carefully placed the words he said angrily at the tip of his heart, and deeply remembered them.

The rain was still heavy and overwhelming, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of Xiao Menghuan's mouth.

He held up the bamboo leaf umbrella in his hand with great difficulty, lest he would get caught in the rain while holding his talisman.Fu Nian looked ahead, but from the corner of his eye, he could clearly see Xiao Menghuan's smile.

In the majestic rain, Fu Nian suddenly felt ashamed.

In the examination of the Demon Cave, Meng Huan didn't have anyone to pair up with, and he planned it all by himself.He wanted to enter the Demon Refining Cave with Meng Huan, and then let Meng Huan die in the Demon Refining Cave forever.

Killed by a demon, this is a suitable way to die, and it is also the least disputed and easiest way to die.

He wants Meng Huan to die, he wants to have Yan Chen and his master forever and completely.

This is his selfish and cruel plan, a bloody and dirty conspiracy.

Fu Nian thought so, so he did the same. He told everyone at the pairing meeting that he was paired with Meng Huan, but he forgot to tell Meng Huan.

He didn't expect that Meng Huan would stay in the heavy rain and dare not go home when he thought that no one would pair up with him.

At first glance, Fu Nian looked at the appearance of Meng Huan squatting on the ground, as if he saw an abandoned puppy.

He walked into the puppy and gave him a hug pretending to be considerate, and the puppy hugged him happily.

In an instant, those evil thoughts in his heart suddenly became a huge net, binding him tightly.

He suddenly couldn't look directly at Meng Huan.The little boy's smile, joy, and joy cast a sharp dagger, which pierced hard into his heart, pierced into his indestructible body, and the bright red blood flowed out from the dagger, turbulently rolling, and the blood flow was endless .

He is evil, just like his impure blood, but after all, the evil is not complete.

He loves his master so passionately that he has a delusion. This delusion has been accumulated for a long time, it is fierce, and it is sprouting. How can it be easily disappeared?

On the way back to Jiuhan Palace with Meng Huan in his arms, Fu Nian was ashamed, but he still didn't give up his thoughts.

Fu Nian will always remember that in the Nine Cold Palace, when Yan Chen saw him coming back with Meng Huan in his arms, the smile on his lips was gratifying and peaceful.

His master had always hoped that he and Meng Huan would live in harmony, but Fu Nian felt that a person like him was destined to never be able to do so.

After Fu Nian came back with Meng Huan in his arms, he tossed and turned on the spacious wooden bed all night.

Turn off the lights and turn to Xiao, holding shadows and sleepless.

On the second day, Demon Refining Cave.

In front of the 99 demon refining caves, a piece of white clothes is waving.Shangyu's disciples stood with their swords in their hands, their robes fluttering like snow, as if they were ethereal immortals.

Meng Huan and Fu Nian were standing in this piece of white snow, Meng Huan was nervous and Fu Nian was restless and absent-minded.

The assessment meeting was a matter of life and death, and the disciples murmured and discussed a lot.Even though Elder Qingyu, who was in charge of the assessment, stood in front, he could not appease the noise of the situation.

But suddenly, all whispers stopped.

The surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing, and so still that one could hear the rustling of trees in the upper reaches of the forest.

The air is lingering with a faint fragrance of gardenias. A fairy in white clothes is standing on the rock on the right, with gentle black hair falling down, and you can see the handsome side face of the fairy.

Immortals are also dressed in white, but there are traces of gold thread inlaid in the white clothes. The golden threads form complicated spell lines, which are shining brightly when placed in the sun.

All the disciples looked at the immortal, but soon lowered their heads in unison.

Only Meng Huan and Fu Nian looked straight at this white-clothed immortal from the beginning to the end. He was their master, Yan Chen, the most respected real person of Qinghui in Shangyu.

"Qing Hui, why are you here?" Qingyu's face faded from the years of solemnity, showing some gentleness: "The evil spirit here is turbid, which is not good for you to cultivate the spirit spell, so you should go back to the Nine Cold Palace as soon as possible. "

"It doesn't matter, I just came to see the two apprentices, and I will leave after a few words, and I will ask Elder Qingyu to accommodate me."

Yan Chen smiled, and all the disciples of Shangyu gasped.

Master Qinghui practiced the spirit mantra and did not leave the Nine Cold Palace all year round. It was well known to everyone in the upper class, but now, these disciples not only saw this Master Qinghui, but also witnessed this ice-snow-like pure smile.

There was a resurgence of discussion among the crowd:

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen real Qing Hui."

"This Qing Hui real person is even harder to see than the head of the sect, and now I have actually seen it."

"Isn't it? If it weren't for his apprentice being here..."

"Hey, being able to become the apprentice of Master Qinghui is really a blessing for eight lifetimes..."

The young disciples discussed in amazement, and Fu Nian raised his eyebrows with a little pride amidst the discussion, he was proud and angry at the same time.

Proud that he is Yan Chen's apprentice, annoyed that his master was seen by so many people.

His master also smiled, that gentle and clean smile can make people drunk.

Fu Nian wished he could trap his master in a sack, carry him to the Nine Cold Hall, close the door, and keep others from seeing him forever.

"Ling Chen, Meng Huan."

With a clear and gentle voice, Fu Nian's imagination was interrupted, and his master walked in front of him and Meng Huan with that drunken smile.

Fu Nian hastily cleaned up the greedy look at the corners of his eyes, lowered his head and called out to Master, and Meng Huan, who was standing beside him, also spoke crisply.

"We are about to enter the Demon Refining Cave, are you ready?"

Yan Chen asked with a smile in front of the two.

"Ready……"

"Yes, ready..."

It was Fu Nian who deliberately suppressed the uneasy voice, and Meng Huan who obviously faltered nervously.

"Calm down, you will pass."

Yan Chen's voice was gentle, and he looked at Fu Nian after speaking: "Ling Chen, Meng Huan is still young, you have to take good care of him."

"Meng Huan is still young..."

"Take care of him..."

Fu Nian couldn't help feeling a sour feeling in his heart, and he stood silently for a long time before he nodded slightly.

After getting this nod, Yan Chen felt relieved to leave.The fairy in white is gone, and the fragrance of gardenia remains.

Fu Nian smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, and the sinful desire in his heart began to surge again.

"Brother, I know I'm useless, you don't need to worry about me, I will try not to take off your hind legs."

The immature voice is like a gust of wind, which can drive away evil thoughts.

Fu Nian didn't say anything, he glanced at Meng Huan beside him, feeling pain and entanglement in his chest.

After three assessment ceremonies sounded, Elder Qingyu opened the seal of the Demon Refining Cave, and each pair of disciples stepped forward one by one.

Fu Nian walked among the crowd, his footsteps swaying, as if he was in a dream.

"Ling Chen, Meng Huan is fine, you have to take good care of him..."

"Brother, I know I'm useless, don't worry about me, I'll try not to take off your hind legs..."

"Fu Nian, kill Meng Huan, and you will have your master forever..."

"Kill Meng Huan..."

Countless voices yelled and yelled in his mind, and Fu Nian had a splitting headache. He shook his head and managed to stabilize his mind. When he raised his eyes again, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

It turned out that he had already entered the Demon Refining Cave.

In the dark cave, there are only three or two wall fires, and there is still a little unclear light.The candlelight flickered, the light and shadow were bleak, and the darkness in the cave looked like a well-prepared tomb.

"Meng Huan?" Fu Nian suddenly panicked.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The immature voice was beside him, and Fu Nian breathed a sigh of relief.

The intertwined voices and the rising desire tormented him, so that he had hallucinations. The moment he entered the cave, he suddenly couldn't tell whether he had really killed Meng Huan.