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

"Brother." Feng Wuzhou called him in a low voice, "It seems that the fog is about to disperse."

Ji Xingmian came back to his senses and found that it was indeed the case.

The white mist that surrounded them peacefully suddenly surged like a wave, rolling and receding in one direction.

Generally, only when the core of the dream is touched by someone, so that the consciousness in the dream is awakened, the dream will disappear in advance.The two looked at each other, and chased in the direction where the fog receded. On the way, they bumped into Feng Lingxuan coming from the other side.

"Xie Lan is not with you?"

The three asked each other at the same time, and were surprised to find that the person who woke up from the dream was actually Xie Lan.

In terms of cultivation, she is not the tallest among them, nor is she the deepest in terms of bonds.No matter what, it shouldn't be her turn to touch the consciousness in the dream.

How is it done?

While thinking, everyone chased in the direction where the fog gathered, and found Xie Lan at a corner.She was squatting in a corner, closing her eyes and tightly covering her ears, the skin exposed on her neck was flushed, and she was muttering something in a low voice.

This appearance was really strange, Ji Xingmian just patted her on the shoulder lightly, before she had time to ask, Xie Lan jumped up from the ground like a frightened bird, closed her eyes and shouted, "I didn't see anything! "

Everyone: "..."

There was silence and no one made a sound.Xie Lan closed her eyes as if covering her ears and stealing the bell. After a while, she opened her eyes cautiously. After seeing everyone, she was stunned, "Why are you?"

Feng Lingxuan said angrily: "Who do you think?"

"I..." Xie Lan didn't understand why for a long time, but made her face even redder.She turned around and looked behind her for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and whispered: "I was scared to death."

Ji Xingmian asked, "What did you see?"

"I... I saw..." Xie Lan hesitated to speak, and blood slowly came to his face that had just recovered a little bit of whiteness, and he faltered: "I saw... there was a house over there, and the sky was very cold. It was dark, it was raining heavily...in the room...there was movement in the room, as if someone was crying..."

"A little cry." Feng Lingxuan looked her up and down several times, and couldn't help asking, "Can you be scared like this?"

Surprisingly, Xie Lan did not refute him. She twisted her clothes with her fingers and struggled, saying: "Maybe it's not crying. The rain is too heavy, I can't hear clearly, and I didn't dare to go there."

It didn't look like he had run into a ghost, Ji Xingmian was about to ask, but Feng Wuzhou who was next to him suddenly spoke before him, "How many people are in the room?"

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "Two."

Feng Wuzhou asked, "How do you know there are two people?"

"I heard them talking." Xie Lan said dryly, "I remember their voices, it's the two we've seen together before."

Now even Ji Xingmian felt something was wrong, "Didn't you say that it was raining heavily, so you couldn't hear clearly?"

"It didn't rain when I first arrived." Xie Lan hesitated for a while, and then gave up struggling, "Well, I actually saw them go in, but they were in a strange state at that time, I think..."

When Xie Lan said this, he glanced at Ji Xingmian and Feng Wuzhou respectively, and said in a low voice, "I think they just had a quarrel...then, the relationship is also a bit..."

When she said this, she suddenly felt that Feng Wuzhou looked up at her inexplicably.That glance was light, but Xie Lan was frightened into a cold sweat, instinctively swallowed the second half of the sentence, and changed her words: "It's a bit strange."

Ji Xingmian didn't understand what was going on with this strangeness, but everyone else seemed to understand it. He wanted to ask, but when he saw Xie Lan's expression of embarrassment so embarrassing that he begged you not to ask, he had no choice but to turn his curiosity to Withdrawing his heart, he changed the question again, "Then, did you see anything else?"

"That's all, it's really gone!" Xie Lan reacted quickly this time, her tone was firm, and she almost swore, "I really didn't go in, I didn't see anything!"

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Wuzhou glanced at her lightly, and said indifferently: "Even if you saw it, he wouldn't get up and settle accounts with you."

Feng Lingxuan at the side pieced together the truth, coughed lightly, and turned his eyes away to look elsewhere.Xin Dao Feng Wuzhou is also really weird, he is a normal person who learned from outsiders that his ancestor may be a broken sleeve, he would probably not be very happy, but this person was not at all unhappy, and cared about others with great interest What.

Seeing that Xie Lan couldn't ask any more questions, Feng Lingxuan took the initiative to explain: "What I see here are some things in his sect."

When he found himself scattered by the crowd at the beginning, Feng Lingxuan didn't care, he chose a direction at random and continued walking, and it didn't take long before a white mist came out.

The land behind the white mist still belongs to Changchun Peak, but it is not the one where Feng Tu and Wen Jing lived, but other nearby peaks.Feng Tu came to morning class with him in the crowd, but Wen Jing was not with him.

From the appearance, the time in this dream seems to be several years later than before.The old boy grew a lot taller, and his outline gradually became more prominent.

It was late, there were already a few disciples in the study room, they were talking together in twos and threes, when they saw him coming in, they all lowered their voices and focused their eyes on him.

Those gazes seemed to be real, but through the illusion, Feng Lingxuan felt the disdain and contempt contained in those gazes, as well as some hidden malice and unwillingness.

But Feng Tu, who was in it, walked to his seat with a calm expression as if he didn't notice it, and sat down safely.

Noisy whispers kept ringing out, some of them really avoided him and lowered their voices, while some seemed to let him hear it deliberately, without any concealment, "That's him?"

"Keep your voice down." The other person stopped him, "I heard that Uncle Mo dotes on him very much. A few days ago, Senior Brother Wen accidentally injured him when he took him down the mountain. He was just scratched and bleeding a little. , Master Uncle Mo was very angry, and punished Brother Wen to the back mountain, and he has not been released until now."

The man snorted softly, with a look of annoyance on his face, "It's just a beast picked up from somewhere deep in the mountains. I don't know if it's spiritually enlightened or not, and I dare to call it the same as Senior Brother Wen."

No one dared to respond to these words, but their expressions had already betrayed their thoughts.

Feng Lingxuan looked around, and probably understood the psychology of these people, so he couldn't help but chuckled.

They are obviously of the same strength and cultivation, these people praise Wen Jing a lot, but dismiss Feng Tu.In the final analysis, it is inseparable from the word "jealousy".

Wen Jing came from a famous family, a wealthy family, and they couldn't afford to be jealous, so they subconsciously felt that no matter what the other party got, he deserved it, it was what he was born with, and it was the shadow of his ancestors.

And Feng Tu, who is the control group, obviously has a background similar to them, or even worse than them, but stands in a higher position than them, how can he make them agree.

What's more, Fengtu is still "not my race", which makes these people find a reason and excuse to isolate him with peace of mind.

Although the two races of humans and monsters did not hate each other ten thousand years ago, the relationship is indeed not as close as ten thousand years later.The origin of the Fengtu Yaozu is enough to make him subject to many restrictions in the territory of the human race.

These voices were unreserved, not to mention that the cultivator had sharp eyes and ears, so it was impossible for Feng Tu not to hear them, but he sat there quietly all the time, folded the rice paper in his hand with downcast eyes, as if he hadn't heard it.

Seeing this, those people became more and more outspoken, and gradually changed from Feng Tu's cultivation base to his appearance, and even began to arrange the relationship between their master and apprentice.

"Uncle Mo is so kind to his apprentice. I'll be sweeter next time when I'm accepting apprentices. Maybe I can coax Uncle Mo into giving me a little treat?"

This remark caused everyone to roar with laughter, and one person laughed out of breath, "Then you have to grow that face too."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of piercing the air suddenly came from outside, and the sword light was so bright that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.There was only a muffled sound, and the table cracked open, and sawdust flew up.

Everyone exclaimed, all looked in the direction of the door, Wen Jing's figure appeared in front of the door, stepped in, looked around the room coldly, "If I hear someone's mouth is not clean, I will pull out his tongue .”

The young man seemed to have just been released from confinement, and the hem of his clothes was wet with the morning dew, exuding the unique faint fragrance of Houshan wood silk flowers.His face was slightly pale because he hadn't slept for many days, but his eyes were cold and glaring, making everyone dare not look up.

The room was silent for a while, and everyone dared not speak, and all shrunk their heads into quails.It's better for Feng Tu to stand up from his seat first, walk closer and pull out the sword on the ground, and hand it to Wen Jing, "Senior brother."

Wen Jing turned to look at him, pursed her lips habitually, her expression was displeased, and she didn't pick up the sword, she pulled the man's wrist and walked straight out.

The two walked a long way, until the summit of Changchun Peak was almost buried in the clouds, Wen Jing finally stopped, and turned to ask the people behind him, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He asked this aggressively, almost viciously.

Feng Tu asked, "What?"

"It's not the first time those people said that about you." Wen Jing repeated again, "Why didn't you tell me."

"It's just a few words, it doesn't matter." Feng Tu said: "Besides, I don't go to the school every day, and I don't see it a few times a year, but this time I ran into it by chance. In the past..." He paused before continuing Said: "In the past, when senior brothers were around, they would not take the initiative to come to me."

Wen Jing snorted softly and fell silent.

He didn't make a sound, and Feng Tu didn't speak, even though the silence continued to stretch, in the end, Wen Jing couldn't help but speak first, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

"Huh?" Feng Tu tilted his head, and suddenly laughed, "Yeah, I forgot to say thank you to senior brother, thank you senior brother for helping me out."

There was nothing wrong with this remark, but Wen Jing frowned upon hearing it, but she couldn't find anything wrong. After holding back for a while, she could only change the subject, pretending to mention it casually, "Qioner wrote to me a few days ago, asking me to Remind you not to forget to prepare a birthday present for her."

"Okay." Feng Tu responded, "At that time, I have to trouble my brother to hand it over to her."

Wen Jing was obviously taken aback for a moment, "Aren't you going?"

"I won't go." Feng Tu seemed to be reminding him on purpose, "Brother, Xiao Qiong'er is already a big girl, I should avoid suspicion with her already."

"I..." Wen Jing frowned, and her thin lips tightened and then loosened. After repeated several times, she said in a low voice, "Based on our relationship, do you want to avoid suspicion with her?"

"Senior brother, what are you talking about?" Feng Tu looked at him quietly, his tone was still gentle and gentle, but it seemed that there was something else added, "What is our relationship?"

Feng Tu chuckled, slowly and calmly, "We are from the same school."