Changfeng crosses Baishi

As it was getting late, Lanzhu Jiaji lit up fireflies from everywhere as usual, and the golden and green lights dotted the flowers and trees.

Ying Changfeng was used to the fairyland-like nights, after a simple change of clothes, he loosened his hair and tied it behind his head, and picked up the book "An Outline of Beasts" to find a place to continue reading.The bamboo house is a bit like a building on stilts, but it is not too high, just enough for people to sit on the porch with their legs hanging down, and the posture is very comfortable.

Ying Changfeng held the book in his hands, leaning against the pillar, the string of wind chimes above his head rang from time to time.

That day, Xiao Baishi didn't come to disturb the scripture cave for a long time, Ying Changfeng himself liked to be quiet and didn't think there was anything wrong.Occasionally, after being by myself for a long time, I can't see the familiar pair of peach blossom eyes when I am alert, and it is always a little less fun.

In the backyard, a dwarf bamboo forest grew luxuriantly. Ying Changfeng cut a few bamboos, scraped them into bamboo pieces of different sizes with a small knife, picked up some beads to string bells, and did it for a long time in a leisurely manner. .

In the past, he was the one who persisted the longest in the sect, and he was able to keep his mind completely free of distracting thoughts even in retreat.Making wind chimes should be very fast, but Ying Changfeng found that the efficiency was a bit low for him.

Behind the hesitation that day, it is not so easy to recover from the confusion.

Fortunately, there is no difference, but it is no longer a stone without flaws.

Thinking of this, Ying Changfeng's gaze fell directly on the dwarf bamboo forest not far away.Xiao Heyan didn't like it, and only followed him to leave this forest.After getting along for a long time, Ying Changfeng can somewhat understand from Xiao Heyan's words and actions that he is actually not a simple person. He thinks it is true, the great master of the world of mortals, and sitting on a fairy mountain, naturally he can be happy as he pleases, no matter where he looks Got these?

Xiao Heyan's purpose is very clear, that is, to treat him as the second Xin Yi, to come over and say a few words when he has nothing to do, to put on airs without making any moves, and to have a bit of a gentleman's demeanor.If Ying Changfeng had a sense of humor and made people happy by bowing his knees, maybe he would have taken the opportunity to escape from the clutches of the sect and return to the sect.

But his natural temper is stinky and tough, and he doesn't look good to anyone when he is mean, not to mention he still remembers the hatred of being picked up here by Xiao Heyan and locked up until now.

If there is anyone in Cuiwei Mountain who can add a touch of color to his prison life, Xiao Baishi is probably the only one.Thinking of him, Ying Changfeng moved his eyes, and the wind chime above his head hit the notes without losing the opportunity.

At least Xiao Baishi is not like his well-clothed and well-fed father, who likes this simple bamboo forest very much.

After he left that day, just when he thought it was another leisurely evening, Ying Changfeng suddenly felt the breath of a person in the air, galloping towards him with plunder and violence.

Ying Changfeng glanced vigilantly: "Who..."

Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed his neck from the air.

Ying Changfeng suddenly had difficulty breathing, his two meridians were pinched tightly, and his face flushed instantly.Because of the lack of energy and blood, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, the wrinkles between his brows deepened, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "You..."

"It's not the person you thought, lost?"

Ying Changfeng closed his eyes, he was out of breath and his cheeks started to turn purple.

Seeing his pain, Xiao Heyan loosened his fingers, and Ying Changfeng immediately fell heavily from the suspended corridor into the courtyard.

His clean white clothes rolled on grass clippings and dirt, and he held his throat and coughed to death in extreme embarrassment.

The trauma from the battle of Fudou seven years ago has healed completely, but Ying Changfeng healed himself because his martial arteries were closed for too long and he couldn't adjust his breath, and the old wounds burned by the demon fire still remained deep in his spiritual consciousness.Aroused by external force, it immediately began to surge in the spiritual consciousness again, as if burning from the inside out, Ying Changfeng grasped the grass roots tightly with his fingers, raised his head and looked at Xiao Heyan stubbornly.

His throat was sweet, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

But the black blood still flowed out from between the fingers and stained the clothes.

Ying Changfeng wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and raised his eyes coldly. Even though he was below, he looked at Xiao Heyan with disdain and contempt.After his breathing calmed down for a moment, he propped himself on the ground and wanted to get up.

Xiao Heyan was condescending, and when he saw this, he only moved his fingers slightly, and out of thin air, several golden lights came out one after another and hit Ying Changfeng's body one after another.With a few "slaps" from Ling Kong, his coat was torn, his body trembled a few times, and after a muffled groan in his throat, he knelt down in front of Xiao Heyan.

Xiao Heyan followed closely behind and squatted down, grabbed Ying Changfeng's neck again and forced him to look up, with such force that there were already bruised finger marks on the slender neck: "What did I tell you then?"

Ying Changfeng met his gaze without avoiding it, but didn't say a word.

Xiao Heyan almost gritted his teeth: "Don't provoke Baishi, stay away from him—even a dog can understand this, but you can't understand it? No man's land, you guys have a very happy conversation!"

Hearing Xiao Baishi's name, Ying Changfeng was much more relieved.He didn't feel uneasy when his life was only at the other party's thought, he raised his eyebrows, and glanced "inadvertently" at the "Compendium of Ten Thousand Beasts" that fell aside.Sure enough, Xiao Heyan noticed it, and took a look, the old book was immediately held in front of his eyes by an invisible force.

"what is this?"

Ying Changfeng coughed violently again when he let go of the restraint, and when he heard this, his expression suddenly turned into a half-smile, and the blood on his lips was congealed, adding a touch of beauty to the pale face that should not be approached by others, and even a bit of a monster.

He looked directly into Xiao Heyan's icy cold eyes, and said word by word: "Are you illiterate?"

"Snapped"!

Xiao Heyan couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him.

The current great master is no better than an ordinary person, with profound cultivation hidden in his palm, he hit Ying Changfeng to the head, and immediately a strong smell of blood spread from his mouth.He felt nauseous and was about to vomit, but Xiao Heyan slapped him again, and the blood stuck in his throat, Ying Changfeng had the illusion that he was almost choked and fainted.

"Books in the scripture cave... He took you in before." Xiao Heyan approached him, the tip of their noses almost touching, and shouted angrily in a low voice, "To get close to him for this thing, do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

But even so, he didn't notice Ying Changfeng's killing intent.

The sword cultivator has achieved great concentration, and after he started cultivating himself as a blade, he is rarely able to withstand the insults of others. Xiao Heyan squeezed Ying Changfeng's shoulders tightly, watching the man suffer but remained silent.After such a stalemate for a long time, Xiao Heyan retracted his hands first and stood up, and the two ropes tied Ying Changfeng's hands behind his back.

Xiao Heyan saw him in a panic, his thin chest heaved violently due to the pain, and the clothes on his shoulder blades were soaked in cold sweat when he bent down, he really didn't have the haughty appearance of the first swordsman in the past.

Just now, the doubts have been eliminated.

At first, Xiao Heyan always maintained a bit of defense against Changfeng.Although he took advantage of the danger to personally seal Ying Changfeng's martial arteries, Ying Changfeng was already on the verge of death at that time, and the seal should not be too deep, otherwise he would be severely injured, and his spiritual consciousness was temporarily suppressed.Later, the seal was repaired once, which was regarded as a complete useless person, but the three years in the middle gap always made Xiao Heyan twitch his brows when he thought about it.

Others don't quite know, according to Xiao Heyan's cultivation, maybe he can break through the seal in this gap of time.Although Ying Changfeng is not as good as the master, he is the number one swordsman who cannot fall easily, so he has always suspected that Ying Changfeng's weakness over the years is all fake.

Seeing his appearance now, Xiao Heyan's heart finally returned to its original position.

As long as Ying Changfeng is a useless person, no matter how much he tosses about, there will be no big disturbances.

But what is his purpose?Approaching Xiao Baishi?

What's in it for him?

From that slap in the face, Xiao Heyan secretly stored up his strength and waited for Ying Changfeng to resist the humiliation, then invaded his spiritual consciousness and completely turned him into a useless person - he has lived long enough, no one has ever dared to lie to him.

But Ying Changfeng didn't move at all from the beginning to the end.

His lips were pale, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow on the lower eyelids, with air in and out, as if he would faint in the next moment.

Seeing that Ying Changfeng was so miserable, he relented and went to restrain him, and the man immediately put his hands on the ground.

Xiao Heyan said in a deep voice: "If it hadn't been for the sudden return today, I wouldn't have discovered that you are so close. Baishi, I would have warned him. As for you... Ying Changfeng, don't rely on this face to do things that challenge my bottom line. .Baishi is indeed my only son, but do you think you can use him to blackmail me?"

"Ahem..." he said slowly with a mouthful of blood in his mouth, "If you don't try... how would you know?"

Xiao Heyan frowned, and suppressed the surging killing thoughts: "Then if you don't tell the truth here, you'd better save your life. Ying Changfeng, don't try to control how important Baishi is to me. Because you can It doesn't matter, when the skin is destroyed, your value to me will come to an end."

Ying Changfeng coughed enough, shrank his body, leaned against a rock to support himself, and said in a very mocking tone: "It's not necessary...then you can find someone more similar."

"Who is a sword cultivator like you since ancient times? You have a disabled body and a sick body, and you can't even restore your spiritual consciousness. If you get close to him again, don't blame me for fulfilling you, making your life worse than death for hundreds of years, and you can no longer lift the sword! "

After saying that, Xiao Heyan raised his hands, and several talismans rose out of nowhere around Lanzhu Jiaqi's bamboo house. The golden light suddenly appeared, covering the whole house and the backyard, and then slowly disappeared.

"Don't try to escape." Xiao Heyan said finally.

On the flower tree in the distance, a small sparrow fluttered its wings and fell into the clouds.

After all, Xiao Heyan turned into a Yuanshen out of thin air and left Lanzhu Jiaqi.The surrounding enchantment is not as gentle as it was at the beginning, but has become very tyrannical. Ying Changfeng felt the light of thunder and lightning even if he didn't get close.

With great difficulty, he supported his surroundings to stand up, but just as he took a step, he staggered and almost fell on his face again.

The road was impassable, so Ying Changfeng simply sat down, the burning feeling in his spiritual consciousness gradually calmed down as he slowly adjusted his breath, and neither the whip marks nor the finger marks on his body could disappear in a short while.

What Xiao Heyan said was right, where does he still have the arrogance of a sword cultivator?

Ying Changfeng opened his eyes, pondered for a while, and suddenly pressed his fingers like a knife towards the left rib acupoint.His whole body convulsed violently as if struck by a thunderbolt, Ying Changfeng arched his back to endure the discomfort of sore hands and feet, endured and endured, and finally vomited a pool of red blood on his side.

Between the brows, a sword, light and sword shadow hurriedly passed by, turning into a bit of cold light, which immediately sank into the center of the brows.

His... sword intent.

The author says:

No one would think that Ying Changfeng wasted all the way to the end, no way no way (dog head

Shitou: On Friday, Cuiweishan was scolded for having an affair 1=1, hurry up!