Everyone thinks that he is a genius

When Minghua woke up, he felt something was wrong.

Her black hair was scattered, and she was pressed under her body in a very indecent posture. With a slight movement, she could feel the pain of the scalp being involved, and even the roots of the teeth were also soft.

The thin quilts lay collapsed and piled up in a ball.

Slowly sat up, with some doubts, he fastened his open chest again, Minghua stayed on the bed, stood barefoot on the sapphire slate, and looked around the entire room.

Still the same as before.

The snow lotus by the window still exudes a cold fragrance quietly.

Leng Leng shifted his gaze to the snow lotus, looked at it from a distance, and after a while, retracted his gaze again.

Sighing lightly, he picked up the neatly folded Taoist robes, Minghua lowered his eyes, not knowing what to think.

When Ye Kongqing came to look for Minghua, Minghua was standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding his snow lotus.

In Ye Kongqing's impression, Ming Hua, a young junior, has always been serious in speech and manner, and he is strict in his actions. He pays the most attention to etiquette, righteousness and shame. Even in normal times, he combs his hair meticulously. He has never seen Ming Hua with disheveled hair.

Now he sees it.

Minghua was dressed in a Taoist robe with blue patterns on a white background, his black hair was loose, and his complexion was still pale. Under the sun, he looked like a snowman, translucent and cold, and his jade-like hands formed a sharp contrast with the black flower pot.

Hearing that someone was coming, Minghua put the snow lotus in a sunny place, nodded slightly towards Ye Kongqing: "Senior brother."

The tone was cold.

Knowing his junior's temperament, Ye Kongqing didn't say anything, but nodded, "Yeah." He couldn't help but look at Minghua's eyebrows.

The cinnabar there is too harsh.

Seeing Ye Kongqing staring at him, Ming Hua followed his line of sight, raised a hand, stroked the center of his brow lightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Kongqing recovered, forced a smile, "It's nothing." Youyou approached, Ye Kongqing looked him up and down, and said, "You look much better now than when I saw you before."

"Before?" A trace of doubt surfaced on his face, Minghua looked a little confused.

Ye Kongqing's face turned serious: "You don't remember?"

It was just yesterday, did Minghua forget?Could it be that the person I met before wasn't Minghua?

Ye Kongqing's hands hidden under the sleeves tightly clenched into fists.

If this is the case, then you have to discuss it with the head.

However, what Ye Kongqing didn't expect was that Ming Hua returned after a moment of pondering: "I remember."

It was as if the confusion before was just Ye Kongqing's illusion.

"...Really?" Ye Kongqing was a little surprised, but it was only for a moment, and then he returned to the previous gentle smile, as if he was not the one who was nervous before, and he seemed to be quite relieved that his previous treatment was effective. He nodded to Ming Hua.

Ming Hua asked, "Do you want to check it again?"

Ye Kongqing: "Of course."

After quietly staring at Ye Kongqing for a while, Minghua entered the room first.

Ye Kongqing followed closely behind.

After checking it, Ye Kongqing asked Minghua what time, and Minghua agreed.

After watching Ye Kongqing go away, and not feeling his aura, Minghua disregarded Ye Kongqing's warning before, and used his spiritual power to condense an ice mirror.

The man in the mirror was the same as before except for the cinnabar between his eyebrows, but Minghua still felt that something was wrong.

Following the face of the person in the mirror, he gently outlined the outline in the void, and finally tapped on the cinnabar. Minghua asked, "Who are you?"

The room was silent.

Of course no one answered.

The fragrance of tea wafted up, and the delicate white porcelain teacup was placed heavily on the table, with a "crack".

The master asked: "Minghua, he wants to retreat?"

Ye Kongqing nodded: "Yes."

The headmaster stroked his long beard without saying a word, but frowning to express a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

The weather outside the window is fine, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves "ding--" with the wind.

Ye Kongqing looked up, and the dark lines on Feng Lingling's body shone with different luster in the sunlight as the wind chime swayed.

"Master, since Minghua wants to retreat, let him go."

"We still don't know what happened to this matter. If something really happened to Ming Hua, we would have no face to see Master."

A month ago, Minghua experienced catastrophe.

No one knows why the three thousand thunders fell, let alone what Minghua saw.

Minghua failed to cross the tribulation. The mountain peak where he was when he crossed the tribulation was flattened in half by the sky thunder, and the surrounding area of ​​ten miles was covered with scorched earth, not a single blade of grass could grow.

But Minghua was only seriously injured and fell into a coma.

For thousands of years, there have been only five monks who have survived the catastrophe in the world, but no one has ever succeeded in ascension. Some monks could not even withstand the sky thunder, and they were wiped out in ashes; Reshape the muscles and bones, but was later controlled by the inner demon, and finally killed by the same family.

Minghua was originally the youngest of their senior brothers, and the sect leader almost treats Minghua as his own son. What he fears the most now is that the one in Minghua's body is the demon.

Heaven is unfair.

But since it was Minghua's decision, the head of the sect could only sigh, yes.

It is snowy, and the snow does not melt all the year round.

Snow mountain, cave heaven and blessed land.

In Xiaodongtian, Minghua had some headaches. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand, and listened to his master babbling: "Oh, Xiao Minghua is still in retreat before he is healthy. There is plenty of spiritual energy here, but it is cold. Does Hua Hui think it’s too cold? So who, Ye Zi, do you have a fox fur coat?... Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... They are all from Shibi. The kind that cost a lot of money... Ye Zi, what are you doing? Who let you go?!"

After Ye Kongqing was ordered around, she silently leaned against the corner of the wall and faced the wall, no matter what the headmaster said, she was unwilling to turn her head to face him.

"Stinky boy, what's the matter if you help your junior brother?" The headmaster rolled up his sleeves and was about to drag him out.

"Okay, Master." Quickly grabbing the sleeve of the master, Ming Hua looked at the master who was blowing his beard and staring, and his face softened: "Master, Ming Hua is just retreating and enlightening, there is no need to prepare so many extraneous things .”

"But..." The leader was still a little unwilling.

"Senior Brother." Quickly interrupting the head's words, Ming Hua shook his head and said, "One futon is enough."

In the end, the head of the sect compromised, but he still threw a little crane boy to Ming Hua, and then he and Ye Kongqing stood at the door of Xiaodongtian with a bunch of things in their arms, watching the stone door slowly close .

After the stone gate was closed, it was much darker in the small cave.

Only a little light leaked from the gap in the ceiling of the cave, and shone on the futon in the center of the stone bed.

After the stone bed, through a small path, there is a small natural lake, glowing with blue light, crystal clear, which is formed by snow-capped mountains and snow water.

Minghua stepped onto the stone bed, and the hem of the Taoist robe drew a graceful arc in mid-air. As Minghua sat down, it spread flat on the stone bed, just like the moment a crane spread its wings.

With a thought, a long sword appeared in front of Minghua. When it appeared, it was accompanied by a crisp sword sound, which seemed to be very happy.

"Fengshuang."

The whole body of the sword was snow-white, exuding bursts of cold air. After Minghua called softly, the brilliance flowed, the sword rotated, leveled on the ground, and then slowly fell in front of Minghua.

With the protection method of sealing frost, Minghua nodded and closed his eyes.

Since then, there has been no sound in Xiaodongtian.

I don't know how much time passed, the eyelashes of the person on the stone bed trembled, and the little finger of his right hand that was caressing his knee twitched unconsciously.

When Su Yu woke up, he was taken aback. After all, he changed to another cave as soon as he woke up, which was really scary.

Feeling a little awkward no matter what, Su Yu realized that he was wearing a Taoist robe with a white background and blue pattern, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

Standing up from the futon quickly, Su Yu jumped off the stone bed and looked around.

It's so scary, what the hell is going on?

The stone cave was dark, and Su Yu could hardly see anything clearly. After searching for a long time in the dark, he found a huge stone door, but the stone door was closed, and not even a ray of light could come in.

At that time, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still tried to push the stone gate a few times, but of course, the stone gate remained motionless.

Anxious and frightened, Su Yu knelt on the ground collapsed, hugged his head, and wept uncontrollably.

What do you not know now?It's not a dream, it's not a dream.

He misses his sister and wants to go home.

I really don't know why it's just a cosplay, how it really replaced the male god.

What about his sister?What should Xiaoxuan do?

Su Yu now looks extremely pitiful, huddled in a ball, shaking like a quail, the kind that fell into the water.

Until I felt something hit my back.

"what!"

For a moment, he thought of the scene of a female ghost like Sadako greeting him behind him, Su Yu shook, dodged quickly, and took a few steps back before he saw what it was—a sword.

Su Yu: "..."

Not understanding why the master suddenly behaved like this, Feng Shuang trembled aggrievedly, and slowly walked over, floating in front of the master.

Su Yu naturally recognized the sword.

Surprisingly, seeing Feng Shuang's faint blue fluorescence, trying to illuminate his surroundings, Su Yu slowly calmed down, the fear and anxiety in his heart disappeared, and he looked at Feng Shuang quietly.

After realizing that the master's mood had calmed down, Feng Shuang let out a clear sword cry, and happily rubbed Su Yu's hand hanging beside him with the hilt of the sword.

"Like a child." Su Yu couldn't help scolding, but his body followed Feng Shuang's intention carefully, and touched Feng Shuang very gently.

One person and one sword accompany each other like this, which is the only warmth in this cold cave.