After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

The extreme northern border is inaccessible, and in a town where you don't see a single outsider for several months in normal seasons, there have been many foreign cultivators in recent days.

After a few days of tension, the people found that most of the outsiders' attention was focused on the outside of the city, so they gradually relaxed.On the contrary, the inn, which had been sluggish in business, gradually gained popularity, the proprietress was smiling every day, and the life of the proprietor was much better than before.

At dusk, outsiders came back from outside the city in the cold wind. A carriage was mixed in and stopped at the entrance of the inn along with the flow of people.

The driver was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bright eyes and brows, carrying a long sword on his back, with outstanding aura all over his body, he was also a warrior.He glanced at the inn next to him for a while, and then frowned, with obvious disgust on his face.

The inn clerk greeted him very winkingly, "Does the guest officer want to stay at the inn?"

The young man sat still, his expression condescending and arrogant, "Is there any room available?"

The buddy was very embarrassed, "It doesn't matter whether we have the upper or lower rooms, it's all the same, the same..." His voice became lower and lower, because the boy's face had darkened visibly to the naked eye.

The boy clenched the rein tightly, as if wanting to get angry.But he didn't know what to think of and endured it, "Forget it, two guest rooms." After finishing speaking, he immediately added, "It needs to be cleaner."

The man smiled apologetically, "Definitely, definitely."

After the clerk entered the room and finished explaining, when he came out, he saw that the young man seemed to be going to help the people in the car out. He was just about to follow up to help, but the young man separated him with his body.

"I don't need you here." The young man forcefully dropped a sentence, watched the people back away, then lightly tapped the side of the car, and said in a low voice: "My lord, the arrangements have been made."

After a moment of silence, a few suppressed low coughs came from the carriage, and then the rear curtain was raised, and a white and clean hand was stretched out.The young man quickly supported him, and carefully helped him out.

It was a young gentleman with a clear face. He seemed to have just had a serious illness, his expression was cold, and his face was as pale as paper.The cultivator is not afraid of the cold and heat, but he is wearing thick winter clothes like ordinary people, and he is wrapped in a cloak.Half of his chin was hidden in the snow-white fur collar, making him look more and more frail, and one couldn't help but feel pity.

Most of the buddy's unhappiness caused by the boy's tough attitude dissipated, and even the big and three rough warriors sitting in the lobby saw him coming in, and subconsciously lowered their talking volume.

Except for the original clerk and owner of the inn, there are almost no ordinary people here.From their perspective, it is natural to see that the young man accompanying him is also a cultivator, and his cultivation base is not weak.According to common sense, that young man should also be a cultivator, but he didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power around him. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary person.

There are generally two explanations for this situation. One is that the son is a nobleman of a family, he really has no cultivation, and the young man was sent by the family to protect him.The second is that the young master's cultivation base is too high, and far higher than them, so no one can see through it.

Judging from the young man's age, he should belong to the first category, but no one dared to relax.Someone was tentatively releasing spiritual power, trying to test the depth of his body, just poked his head, the young man seemed to sense it, and looked this way lightly.

His eyes were very dark, as deep as an abyss, as if washed by snow, making one feel cold all over his body, like falling into an ice cave.

The person being watched felt inexplicably terrified, and subconsciously wanted to look away, but was horrified to find that he seemed to have been cast on some kind of spell, unable to move or speak, and even turning his eyes was an extravagant hope.

The surroundings changed from noisy to quiet. He was on the frozen lake, with layers of broken ice under his feet.It seemed as if a pair of hands had grown out of nowhere, pulling him down continuously, and the cold pool of water submerged his body, spiraling up along his body...

"boom"

"Brother!"

In the eyes of others, the young man just exchanged glances with the black-clothed swordsman sitting by the wall, and the black-clothed swordsman suddenly vomited blood as if he had suffered an internal injury, and he fell down on the table.

The face of the man at the same table was full of shock and anger, and he immediately slapped the table and stood up, glaring at the young man, "What did you do to our senior brother?"

"Hmph." The young attendant snorted coldly, "He's overthinking himself, our young master is just punishing me lightly, are you willing to ask?"

"you……"

"What are you? Want to fight?"

The atmosphere was suddenly tense, and the guys consciously retreated to the counter. The proprietress did not forget to take off the abacus on the table while avoiding it, and was always ready to settle accounts.

In the lobby, not to be outdone, the young man was about to step forward with a sword, but was held down by the person next to him.On the other side, the black-clothed swordsman who couldn't sit down on the table also sat up with his support on the table, stopping other people around him.

"Thank you, my lord, for your mercy." The black-clothed swordsman cupped his hands forcefully, "I, Liu Rong, these are my juniors. They offended you so much just now. I don't know what to call you, lord?"

The young man glanced at him lightly, "My surname is Ji."

"Young Master Ji." Liu Rong corrected his words, "Young Master Ji came here from the imperial city for thousands of miles, presumably because of the underground palace outside the city. We are not talented, and the master's gate happens to be a hundred miles away, so we are among the first batch." Arrived here. If the young master is interested, we are willing to cooperate with the young master."

As soon as these words came out, everyone showed some strangeness on their faces, one was because of the underground palace outside the city that Liu Rong had mentioned, and the other was because the young son was born in the imperial city.

A few days ago, a valley outside this border town suddenly trembled, shaking out an underground palace.The formation outside the underground palace was cracked due to years of disrepair, and it was only then that the sun reappeared.

It didn't take long for the news to spread, attracting countless cultivators, but most of those who came before were casual cultivators and small sects, and this was the first one born in the imperial city.

Even the people from the imperial city stepped in, presumably the value of the underground palace was more than they thought.Some of the clever ones had already quietly groped out from the door, thinking they were going to communicate with someone.

On the other hand, the young master, who was called to reveal his identity, showed no signs of dissimilarity, he only responded lightly, and went upstairs with his young attendants.

In the blink of an eye, most of the lobby was empty, some were going to study outside the city overnight, and some were going to report the news.The proprietress came out from behind the counter in unconcealed disappointment, and reluctantly put the abacus back on the counter.

The second floor.

Xi He sent away the guys who followed him, closed the door, and shook out a blanket to cover the seat. After making sure that there was no mistake, he asked someone to sit down, "Master, did that Liu do it on purpose?"

The inn burned the ground dragon, Ji Xingmian took off the cloak he was wearing, and gave a faint "hmm", "He has a magic breath on him."

"Devil's breath?" Xi He was startled, "He's from Xiyue Kingdom? Did something happen at the border?"

There are many demon cultivators in the west, and there are many Taoist cultivators in the north. Originally, the two sides occasionally communicated with each other, but since around 17 years, the two countries have become in a state of confrontation.

"Not necessarily." Ji Xingmian said: "The magic breath is very weak, it should have been touched recently, maybe it was brought out in the underground palace, and..."

Ji Xingmian covered his lips with clenched fists and coughed twice, with a tired look on his face, "We came from Feixue Peak, but he said we came from the Imperial City, so he should have recognized your sword. This style is already more than ten years old. Years ago, I think his knowledge of the imperial city is limited to this."

Only then did Xi He relax, and hurriedly went to the inner room to make the bed.He brought a lot of things in the storage space, including bedding and tea sets. It's not like traveling, but like moving.

It wasn't until the whole interior was tidied up that it looked brand new before Xi He came out to invite people in, "My lord, the room has been tidied up, you can go and rest for a while."

Ji Xingmian said: "Wang Shu hasn't come back yet, wait for him..."

"When he comes back, I'll wake you up as soon as possible." Xi He rushed to answer, crying half-truthfully: "You are just right, this place is freezing, if you relapse here, we will return to you." I have to guard the stove to boil medicine for you, so you should take care of us."

Ji Xingmian stopped talking, Xi He took the opportunity to send the person in, the waiter lay down and closed his eyes, then turned off the light, covered the night pearl hanging on the wall, and quietly came out from the room.

Although Ji Xingmian's disease had already been cured, it was too cold in the north after all.After Xi He left the room, he went downstairs again, planning to borrow a kitchen for Ji Xingmian to make medicine.

When I went downstairs, I happened to meet someone coming in from outside. Xi He took a closer look, and quickly lowered his voice, "Wang Shu."

Wang Shu heard the sound and looked over, and frowned, "Why is it just you, young master?"

"My lord is asleep, and it's easy to make noise in the room. I'll borrow the kitchen to make medicine." Xi He asked, "You've been to the underground palace, how is it?"

"There is a magic circle on the outer layer of the underground palace, and I can't get in for the time being." Wang Shu said: "I think they won't be able to break through the magic circle for a while, so they will come back first."

"Oh, young master just fell asleep, don't go up first." Xi He said: "I told young master to wake him up after you come back, let him rest for a while."

Wang Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The two went to the back kitchen together and borrowed a separate small kitchen.

Xi He poured out the medicinal materials from his portable space, and the more he tidied up, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help complaining: "What do you think the national teacher thinks, the young master's illness is just right, so he sent him to this place where birds don't lay eggs?" Come to the ghost place. What kind of broken underground palace, there is nothing to check."

Half a month ago, Ji Xingmian suddenly had a high fever and fell into a coma.After burning for three days and three nights, Jiang Jiang regained a little sanity.Unexpectedly, the first thing he did after waking up was to drag his sick body to find the national teacher, and he didn't know what he said to the national teacher in the room, which made the national teacher furious, and immediately punished him to kneel down to the ice cave in the back mountain to face the wall and think. Pass.

This kneeling lasted another seven days. Ji Xingmian had a high fever and passed out on the eighth day.Only then did the national teacher release him, and after he was cured, he sent him to the border again.

On the surface, he was asked to investigate the underground palace, but in fact, he was asked to suffer a little, so as to refresh his mind.

"Speak carefully." Wang Shu scolded in a low voice: "This is not something we can talk about."

Xi He curled his lips and stopped talking.

People have relatives and estrangements, Xi He has been with Ji Xingmian since he was a child, so he naturally gets closer to Ji Xingmian, and he unconsciously favors him in his heart.

Although Wang Shu was biased in his heart, he was somewhat more objective than Xi He. He remembered the private rumors of the attendants he had overheard in Feixue Peak before, and became more silent.

If Ji Xingmian really knelt down in front of the national teacher and begged to be expelled from the school that day, it seemed understandable that the national teacher would be so angry.