please let me go

17.

Luo Xiaobei didn't know how long he had slept. When he got up, he found that he was not in his room and became nervous.

"Master! Master? Yan Xiao!" Luo Xiaobei called, but no one responded.

This is a cave. The interior is clean and tidy. There are desks and bookshelves in the spare space, as well as a bottle of multicolored fairy flowers.Walking out of the cave, there is a pond the size of a three-acre field filled with lotus flowers and fish swimming in the water.Going a little further, there are fruit trees all around, bearing fruits the size of a fist.If you go out again, you won't be able to get through. Only then did Luo Xiaobei realize that this is an enchantment, isolating this small garden from the outside world.

Luo Xiaobei yelled, Luo Xiaobei yelled, responding to his own rustling of leaves as the wind blew through the leaves, and carp leaping out of the water and rolling.There is no Yan Xiao here, no Dongfang Xuanmo, no master, only Luo Xiaobei himself, Luo Xiaobei suddenly feels a little down, he doesn't know what's wrong, he's very scared.

A pleasant ringtone woke up Luo Xiaobei who was squatting by the pool in a daze.It is a white drawing, a white cat in Qingxiao Garden, and the bell is still tied to its tail.This time it brought another ball.

Frustrated, Luo Xiaobei picked up the sound transmission ball on the ground, and used spells to release the sound inside. The white cat didn't leave this time, but walked to Luo Xiaobei's feet and rubbed against his trouser legs.

"Xiaobei, stay in the fairyland illusion. Master is going to a far place this time, so he can't protect you anymore. You should practice hard here, and when you have the ability, you can break the illusion barrier and go out.

I know you still have a lot of things you want to ask me. Things are not as simple as we imagined. Practice hard and get back your body when the time comes.

Think about your master, think about us. "

Luo Xiaobei was about to cry. What the hell is this? The progress bar shouldn’t be like this. He was sealed without knowing anything. Is this a game of being the “sealed devil” in advance? ?What does it mean to think for the master, think for you, you are my father?And how to cultivate in this poor place, with a pure heart and ascetic desires, no sweet-scented osmanthus, no sticky bean cakes, no... Luo Xiaobei weepers paved the ground, and dug out—err, well, fuck, there are also sweet potatoes ...

The white cat was acting coquettishly beside Luo Xiaobei, and Luo Xiaobei stroked its chin to comfort it, it seemed that Yan Xiao had accompanied the white cat for him.

You can't get out, no one can come in, you can only sleep, eat and practice.Luo Xiaobei cheered up in accordance with the law of nature, and carried the white cat into the cave.There must be a reason for Yan Xiao to lock himself here, so he didn't ask too much, Luo Xiaobei trusts him from the bottom of his heart for some reason, is it really because he picked him up?

--------------------------

Dongfang Xuanmo never saw Luo Xiaobei again after the Dao Discussion Ceremony.Every time he went to Qingxiao Court, Dongfang Xuanmo was turned away. It wasn't until the Elder's Cabinet a month later that he was blocked outside the Elder's Pavilion for five days and nights before he found Yan Xiao.

"Elder Yan Xiao, this disciple wanted to see Junior Brother Luo Xiaobei, and it has been a month since I saw him." Dongfang Xuanmo dared not disrespect Yan Xiao in front of many elders.

"Xiaobei has been practicing in seclusion." Yan Xiao glanced at Dongfang Xuanmo, and pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Dongfang Xuanmo said in surprise, "When will he come out?"

"Are you guys familiar?" Yan Xiao glanced at Dongfang Xuanmo contemptuously, and walked away arrogantly.When he knew that Luo Xiaobei was forced to fall off the devil's cliff by him, he was very angry, but if fate wanted to go like this, he couldn't do anything about it.

Dongfang Xuanmo was almost put on defense by Yan Xiao's murderous aura.Why is Yan Xiao so angry with himself? He never defended his apprentice like this.

Dongfang Xuanmo never saw Luo Xiaobei and Yan Xiao again, and Yan Xiao went out to travel again, but Luo Xiaobei didn't know where Yan Xiao hid him to practice.

Dongfang Xuanmo was very confused. After Luo Xiaobei left, he realized that his residence was eerily quiet and he was alone.He became the same person he was three years ago before he realized how lonely he was.

In the empty Moxuan Pavilion, Dongfang Xuanmo sat in Luo Xiaobei's room, looking at Moyan Pavilion opposite.Luo Xiaobei used to sit here when he was in a daze.He recalled the details of being with Luo Xiaobei, and recalled the first time he met Luo Xiaobei.

"What's your name?"

"Luo Xiaobei."

Luo Xiaobei, Luo Xiaobei, Dongfang Xuanmo's soul trembled.

……

"Where did the stinky Taoist priest come from? He's looking for death!"

"If you don't change your surname, you don't change your name, Luo Xiaobei!" A teenager shouted loudly while hugging a child whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"Yan Chen, why did you get into trouble again?" A gentle voice laughed.

"I'm a chivalrous man!! Hahaha. Master! I want him to be my junior brother." The young man smiled heartily.

Dongfang Xuanmo's dark eyes suddenly came back to his senses: "Brother?!"

----------------------------------------

The white horse is over.

In the year 4632 in the world of comprehension, Dongfang Xuanmo has not seen Luo Xiaobei for 23 years, and Yan Xiao has never appeared again. They seem to have disappeared, and no news can be found.During this period, Dongfang Xuanmo's cultivation has stagnated. It is not known whether he has no intention of cultivating, or his realm can only reach the middle stage of Jindan. The elders of the sect have worried about this, but they are not easy to ask.

Until one day, Dongfang Xuanmo also disappeared before everyone's eyes. The head of the sect sent people to search various places and inquired about various sects, but they couldn't find Dongfang Xuanmo, so they had to give up.

No one knew that on Qingxuan Peak where Elder Yan Qing retreated, layer after layer of barriers had been built.

In the year 4675 of the Cultivation Realm, Dongfang Xuanmo practiced in seclusion and finally reached the Nascent Soul stage.At that time, thunder was rolling, and dark clouds swept across the entire Kunlun Mountains. There was a giant dragon rolling in the dark clouds. It rained continuously for seven to seven days, and the hot raindrops replaced the water in Kunlun Green Lake.The thunder came down one by one, forcing the elders of Kunlun to open the wall and sky shield.

Nine thunderbolts struck down one by one, tearing Dongfang Xuanmo's clothes black and torn apart.Dongfang Xuanmo let out a foul breath, looked at the peaceful scene in front of him, reached out to touch it, but couldn't touch it anyway, the pain in his heart was worse than Lei Yan on his back.

After the nine thunderstorms, when everyone thought that the mysterious monk had broken through the Nascent Soul, the dark clouds began to roll again, more violent than before, and the clouds gathered at Qingxuan Peak. Everyone in Kunlun was overjoyed and thought it was Elder Yan Qing. It's out.Nine bolts of sky thunder struck again, and nine bolts of white light flashed away. Without thinking, Dongfang Xuanmo tried his best to open the barrier to protect the scene in front of him, but he was a little powerless.

The infinite pressure hit him to the ground in an instant, the thunder light wrapped around his body, his internal organs seemed to be misplaced, a force swam around his body, the tranquility in front of him appeared turbulent, and the barrier layer by layer Weakened by the sky thunder, until the sky thunder stopped, the enchantment in front of him disappeared, and everything returned to calm, Dongfang Xuanmo closed his eyes with peace of mind, exhaled again, took out the elixir from the Qiankun ring, and recovered his blood. blue.

The scalding rain fell unscrupulously. Dongfang Xuanmo used the rain to wash his blood-covered body, drew a barrier again to block the rain, put on clean clothes, and walked forward to the scene he had dreamed of—the fairyland fantasy.