The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

Although the illusion of the great battle had disappeared, the burning pain was still lingering. When Lin Yebei opened his eyes again, the sky had already darkened.

He sat up and startled the people waiting beside him, a clear and beautiful face approached: "Xiaobei, you are awake!"

"Eldest brother?" He was taken aback, looking for someone subconsciously in his eyes, "Why do you..."

Su Tongguang raised his hand and tried his forehead temperature, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's strange to say that the illusion of the third trial ended suddenly in the middle. For example, it only told us to wait on the Huashan Mountain overnight, and there was no more to say."

"We have all woken up, but you are still comatose, and you even have a little fever. Fortunately, you are fine now."

He smiled knowingly: "You are looking for Hanzhang, he woke up early, maybe he had a headache from the impact of the illusion, so I gave him some calming medicine and arranged him to rest under the tree over there .”

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Su Tongguang raised his arm, revealing Jiu Li who was sleeping in his arms: "Since we escaped from the illusion, Jiu Li has developed a high fever, and I can't wake it up no matter what. Take a look, what's going on?"

Lin Yebei looked up, and saw that the originally shiny and lustrous fur of the little beast had become dull, its eyelids drooped feebly, and its expression was sleepy.

There is a subtle induction between the companion spirit beast and its owner. He touched Jiuli's eyebrows with his fingers to feel it, and found that there was a strange power in the little beast's body. It didn't look like spiritual power or magic energy. Its body does no harm either.

He roughly told Su Tongguang about Jiuli's situation, and the latter speculated that it was probably due to the spiritual influence of Mengyangdao and Dabi Illusionary, and there should be no serious problems if he left here after the end.

"Leave Jiuli to my care for the next few days." He stroked the little beast's hair and let it lie comfortably on his shoulder.

"Thank you," Lin Yebei pursed his lips into a smile, and stood up, "I'll go and see Hanzhang."

The tree where Fu Hanzhang was lying was not far from the front right. He walked over with light steps, and saw the young man sitting under the tree, with long hair loose and long eyelashes hanging down, as if he was in a deep sleep.

He knelt down at the side, pondered for a moment, and then leaned a little closer to the other party.

...It really looks like it.

His eyes moved from the thick black lacquered eyebrows to the high bridge of the nose, and finally fell on the bright red lips like petals.He carefully traced the outline of the boy's facial features which were exactly the same as Yuan Zhao's, and his heart was sour.

If it wasn't for this Heavenly Tears Trial, he might not have realized that the pictures in his sea of ​​consciousness are definitely not illusions or inner demons, but real memory recalls.

The storm of spiritual power in the Fallen God Altar can split the soul, and he was born with a broken soul, which is probably why.

As for those broken memories, it should be caused by Si Xi's soul sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness, and it will only react when his own soul is weak.

But if he speculates like this, he and Si Xi are fundamentally different individuals. He doesn't understand the cause and effect of Si Xi's choice, and he doesn't know how to face Yuan Zhao.

What's more... Is the relationship between Fu Hanzhang and Yuan Zhao the same as I guessed?

Before he realized it, Lin Yebei had already stretched out his hand and gently touched Fu Hanzhang's cheek.

Si Xi and Yuan Zhao are called masters and apprentices, but in fact they have already been close like a pair of monks, and it hurts so much when they parted...

So what about myself and Fu Hanzhang?Could it be that the relationship between them is only limited to the friendship between master and apprentice?

There was a tearing pain an inch below his heart, and he knew that the laceration of the ruthless root had intensified again, but he didn't stop thinking, but frowned and swallowed back the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat.

Embracing each other under the full moon, sacrificing one's life under the claws of the Fierce Sword Demon Spider, intimacy and hand in hand at the Flower Festival, passing breath in the cold sea water, messy and entangled dreams, youthful smiles as fresh as green leaves, squinting and cunning His appearance was clearly visible.

Lin Yebei knew very well that Fu Hanzhang was definitely not as natural and harmless as he claimed.

But those cares and affections cannot be faked at all, even as long as the young man stares at him with his eyes open, the deep pupils will become extremely gentle and focused.

It was as if he was the only one left in the world, without a single speck of dust.

Blood flowed down the corner of Lin Yebei's mouth.

His complexion was as pale as ice and snow, he couldn't help shaking because of the severe pain, but he still curled his mouth: "Hanzhang...I'm really not a competent master."

"It is clear that you have lost your memory and your cultivation is still shallow, but I have been implicating you in protecting me, even..."

He frowned and endured the colic, gasped a few times, and then continued:

"If possible, I hope you have nothing to do with him, or that you have really forgotten everything."

When he first met, he had felt a powerful seal in Fu Hanzhang's sea of ​​consciousness. Now that he thought about it, if it wasn't the memory restriction left by Da Neng, it might be Yuan Zhao's soul sleeping in it, which might be awakened at any time.

No matter what hidden secrets there are, it is an indisputable fact that Si Xi pierced Yuan Zhao's heart with a sword and drove him to death.

If he regained his memory, what would he think of himself who looked similar to Si Xi, and maybe even the reincarnation of the same person?

Will you still call yourself "Master" willingly?

Another wave of pain came, Lin Yebei's body swayed slightly, and he only had time to cover his mouth when blood oozes out along the cracks of his fingers.

There was darkness in front of him, and he knew that he must not fall down here, so he struggled to stand up and left Fu Hanzhang's side.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually receding, the sleeping boy under the tree slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

He didn't look at Lin Yebei's back, but raised his jaw and looked up at the mottled night sky leaking through the gaps in the branches and leaves. His eyes were dark, as if there was a scarlet undercurrent surging, swallowing up all the light.

Since I have never forgotten, how can I remember it.

He licked the corner of his lips and smiled ironically: "Master, it's time to wake up from the dream."

This night passed safely, and at Maoshi the next day, the scene in front of everyone's eyes was changed.

They were originally in the overgrown mountains, but with the transformation of their spiritual power, they came to a wide and perfect circular platform, with floating skylight and cloud shadows above their heads, and the ground under their feet was as smooth as a mirror, completely reflecting the sky in it.

Su Tongguang saw Nan Wuyue standing a few feet away from him, and was about to walk to her, but someone grabbed his sleeve:

"Master, my disciple has something to ask."

He turned his head, and Fu Hanzhang's bright face came into view, with two obvious black and blue eyes:

"I want to know, if the ruthless root in Master's body is severely damaged, will it be life-threatening?"

"The condition of the heartless root depends on each monk himself,"

Su Tongguang thought that he couldn't rest well because he was worried about Lin Yebei's injury, and his heart softened, "Xiaobei was born with a lack of spirit and lack of knowledge of the six desires and seven emotions, which is most compatible with the ruthless way itself. Therefore, the ruthless root is in line with his heart. The combination is extremely tight, and if it is damaged, it will definitely hurt the heart and lungs."

No wonder he suddenly coughed up blood last night...Fu Hanzhang looked slightly gloomy, and sighed: "Then how can we solve this problem?"

"Once there is a crack in the heartless root, it cannot be repaired, unless Xiaobei can abandon his feelings and never enter the world," Su Tongguang smiled bitterly. Your cultivation base will also be destroyed once."

He stared at Lin Yebei's thin back in front of him, and said shyly:

"Xiaobei...it's not easy, and I have to trouble you to take care of him as a master in the future."

"Teacher understands." Fu Hanzhang lowered his head, unable to see clearly the expression on his face.

He refused to stand beside Lin Yebei, so he slowed down and landed at the back of the line, lowering his eyes.

Everyone waited on the platform for a while, when a bright golden door of light suddenly appeared [-] meters in front of them, and five monks in blue walked out of it, their robes fluttering, and they wore pendants, with a high-spirited manner, which is unique to the City of Tears of Tears. attire.

There are four levels of monks in Tianlei City. Those from the Jindan stage to the Nascent Soul stage are elementary-level spiritual practitioners and wear white belts; Green and blue belt as a symbol.

Cultivators above the Kongming Realm are called Spirit Transformation Cultivators and wear gemstone belts. The management class of Tianlei City is also born from this level of monks.

Among the five people present at the moment, the leader is a spiritual cultivator who has transformed himself into a god, and behind him are two high-level and middle-level spiritual cultivators, which shows how much he attaches great importance to Dabi.

"I am the Fourth Elder Si and my first disciple Lu Yun, I wish you all passed the first three tests of the Tianlei Grand Competition and entered the final test."

Lu Yun smiled slightly. He was tall and tall, with a high nose and deep eyes. With the shining gems on his waist, he looked very noble:

"The last test will be a points battle. Each of the [-] monks in the field has [-] basic points. They will draw lots to decide who to fight. Three points will be accumulated for each victory, and one point will be deducted for a loss. After five rounds of competition, The monks with the top eight points will win the Grand Competition."

Everyone present looked at each other, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The first three matches were full of dangers, and it was exhausting for them to persevere until now. In the fourth test, they adopted such an endless fighting method, coupled with the randomness of the lottery of the Lingzhu, even the embarrassing situation of fighting against each other was very difficult. avoid.

As soon as Lu Yun finished speaking, the spirit beads on the wrists of the test participants flashed, and black numbers the size of nail caps emerged from the transparent beads.At the same time, he held out a jade slip in his hand, and as the light faded, two clear numbers also appeared.

"The first match of the first round, No. 21 vs. No. [-]," he said with a loud laugh, "Please come out."

"Oh?" You Sizhu looked at the shining "21" on his wrist, with a playful smile on his face, "It's not bad luck."

He walked a few steps, and there was also a person from the nearby team, with a white face and beardless, with nine round incense burns on his head, he seemed to be a Buddhist cultivator.

"The little monk Ciyin Temple has no intention of Buddhist cultivation, this benefactor, please enlighten me." The Buddhist cultivator cupped his hands at him.

"Fengfengshan Sword Cultivator You Sizhu, Master please advise."

His heart trembled, Ciyin Temple was one of the top five sects, and the one who survived to the end of the contest was naturally the best among them, even if the Buddhist cultivator is not good at attacking, he must not underestimate the enemy.

The ground rose from under their feet, forming a circular platform with a diameter of 30 meters. Lu Yun's voice came from afar:

"The first match of the first round officially begins, with one party landing on the platform as the benchmark of victory; if no one falls on the platform within a stick of incense, it will be recorded as a draw, and the points of both sides will remain unchanged."

"You benefactor, I've offended you." Wuxin's eyes narrowed, and she summoned the Demon Subduing Pestle with a loud chirp, and rushed towards her like an electric shock.

Unexpectedly, the Buddhist cultivator, who is not good at attacking, would strike first. You Sizhu was stunned for a moment, then pulled out Yuanyang to meet him.

Fighting with the club and the sword, Wuxin's spiritual power circulated to the extreme, even a faint golden brilliance appeared under his skin, but he still showed a bit of weakness in front of You Sizhu.

After all, although this person is ranked second in the sect, his cultivation has reached the late stage of Jindan, comparable to Su Tongguang.In addition, the swordsmanship in one hand is quite true to Qiu Fengling, with both lightness and sharpness, he was quickly suppressed so that the subduing magic pestle turned offense into defense, and could not stop retreating.

When Wuxin stepped on the edge of the platform, the tip of Yuanyang Sword also touched his throat.

"...The benefactor is good at swordsmanship," Wuxin sighed leisurely, knowing that there was no chance of winning, and thanking the other party for keeping his hand, he jumped off the platform, "This round is lost by the little monk."

"Assignment."

You Sizhu nodded lightly, not far away, seeing that Lu Yun had notified his disciples to accumulate three points for him, he also floated off the platform.

There were a total of thirty monks present, and each round had a total of fifteen fights, all of which ended within a stick of incense.

Two hours later, the competition has progressed to the third round. The four of Lin Ye's Beishimen have not lost a single round. Even Fu Hanzhang has won one victory and one tie by virtue of his flexible body skills and changeable swordsmanship. Good results.

But in the third round, his opponent was Yunxiu.

When Fu Hanzhang walked up to the platform holding the spirit sword, Yunxiu was already waiting at the other end.

Unexpectedly, he did not sacrifice the magic weapon, but stood there with empty hands, and said in a low voice:

"Fu Daoyou, do you know, sister Ying... she is dead."

"What?" Fu Hanzhang froze, he remembered that Yunying was scratched by a monster and quit, and before the end of the competition, all the monks who were eliminated would be gathered in the secret realm of Mengyang Island, so how could they lose their lives?

Besides, what did he mean by telling himself this?

Yunxiu sneered, and there was a faint silver light in his eyes:

"She died at the claws of monsters in the illusion...and the reason why monsters were involved in it was precisely because spies from the Demon Realm were mixed into the competition."

"When I was attacked by the Red Chain Snake in the Realm of Summer, I recorded the scene with the Phantom Orb. After the strange spiritual power fluctuations appeared on Fu Daoyou, the giant dragon appeared, and during that period, you Always in a state of being lost."

He said with hatred: "After the dragon disappeared, a dark red airflow poured into your body, and you regained consciousness... How do you explain this?"

Unexpectedly, such details were noticed, Fu Hanzhang was awed in his heart, but his face showed a ignorant look:

"I don't understand what Fellow Daoist Yun is talking about."

"You can pretend to be stupid, but..."

Yunxiu's expression turned cold, and his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly raised: "The devilish energy in your body can't be faked!"

The two had kept their voices down when they talked before, and the monks around couldn't hear what they were talking about, but as Yunxiu yelled angrily, everyone's eyes gathered on Fu Hanzhang——

Where Yunxiu's finger passed, a golden halo of spiritual power spread like flowing water, completely enveloping the young man opposite him.

"This is... the Golden Seal of Subduing Demons?"

The dazzling golden color came into view, and Lu Yun's face changed continuously: "This is a treasure sealed in the Tianji Pavilion. He is just a mortal monk, and where did he get it?!"

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And the cannon fodder started to make trouble! !Is Xiao Hanzhang about to fall off the horse? ? ? ?

All the excitement will follow~

明天就要上夹子啦，更新时间调整到晚上11点，也就是说5月10日的晚上11点和11日0点大家都能看到更新~我会继续努力的！

This is my third book. It has been very difficult and bumpy along the way. I saw that other students were doing well with one book. It is impossible not to be envious. I don’t know what the future of the tyrant will be like. I can only say that I try my best to complete this story, and hope that more little angels will like it!

As usual, I would like to ask for a favorite comment, and I will give you pen refills~ There will also be red envelopes~