Can the villain be coaxed today?

The tip of the sword pierced the air and quickly swept towards Kunlun Mountain.

Shen Yan stood steadily on the sword, his brows were tightly frowned—the direction was pointed by the sword, and the destination was the obvious Kunlun, but what did Shi Bantang go to Kunlun for?According to the original book, he should have "sickened" early at this time, and stayed behind closed doors in the Ghost King's Palace.

The reaction of the sword is extremely violent. Some ancient spiritual weapons will have corresponding perceptions when the owner is in danger, and can protect the owner without instructions at critical moments. It is not surprising to have such a reaction. After all, Shi Wantang's "morbidity" is also considered high risk course.But the direction of the guidance... is a bit wrong.

If there is an "onset" in Kunlun, Shi Bantang under unlimited conditions is likely to go on a killing spree. Once the Kunlun Palace dies, the secret of Shi Bantang's special physique may not be kept, and he will covet him like Nalan Shiming in the original book I don't know how many people will increase in secret.

And in that case, Kunlun and the Liangzi of the Ghost King's Palace will be formed again.

Shen Yan pondered silently, until he landed, he suddenly realized that the situation in front of him was much worse than he had imagined....

"division--"

He called out and stopped abruptly.

In front of Xuelin Peak, the long corridors and pillars are in a mess, the dome has long since disappeared, the violent and violent spiritual power in the air is rampaging, and there is a bald bird flapping its wings vigorously, mixed with the strong wind. Sparks roared all over the sky, and the disciples hid away one after another, for fear of being affected.

In the center of the manic spiritual power, stood a teacher, Bantang.

That was the state he was familiar with, his eyes were lifeless, scarlet was almost bleeding, blue veins burst out on his snow-white skin, forming ravines and lines, and four baby arms were bound on his body. The other end of the chain is held in the hands of Zhangjiao, Beilin, Dingye, Lingyou, and the four immortals of Kunlun Palace.

Ding Ye said: "Such a madman, you still say that you don't practice evil methods! Say, did you kill the disciples of Kunlun Palace?!"

Bei Lin said: "What are you talking about with this sly villain? Thanks to Brother Lingyou's spirit-locking chain, otherwise he would have turned our Kunlun upside down today. This son is a disaster, and he must not be allowed to walk out of Kunlun alive!"

Lingyou's eyes were slightly closed, and the chain in his hand was wrapped around Shi Bantang's neck, getting tighter and tighter.

The head teacher noticed Shen Yan in the distance, and shouted: "Shake the boat, back away!"

Shi Bantang's madness is so powerful that young monks like them can't resist it.

Shu Sheng flew into the air, with all his strength, all kinds of spells and spirit arrays were thrown out like money, locking His Royal Highness Ghost King's furious spirit beast in the circle, his face was blushing.

Shi Wantang struggled frantically.

Three chains, two around his hands and one around his waist, were all for restraint, and only one was for his life.The curse in Lingyou's mouth will never stop, and the spirit lock chain around the neck is swimming slowly, like a snake catching its prey, getting tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, the long sword flew out with a "clang", and viciously bumped into the chain in Lingyou's hand with the gesture of dying together!

At the same time, an inconspicuous pitch-black spirit stone, following the long sword, passed by at a low altitude, and hit Lingyou's forehead precisely at the moment the long sword collided with the chain.

This spiritual power stone, which was exhausted by Shen Yan, played its final role at this moment, and the remaining spiritual power drove straight into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, setting off a violent storm.Lingyou suddenly opened his eyes wide, the sudden stabbing pain from the sea of ​​consciousness made him step back three steps, the spirit-locking chain was unable to continue, and he was slashed head-on by the spirit sword, splitting in two immediately.

The black spirit stone cracked into powder and floated to the ground.

Suzaku chirped long and loudly.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and Shen Yan stood in front of Shi Bantang.

One of the spirit-locking chains was broken, and the other three were hard to support, and within a short while, they all broke.Beilin scolded angrily: "Yao Zhou, what are you doing?!"

Shi Bantang lay limp on the ground, the half of the chain hanging on his body rattled, the wind around him stopped, and the mindless spiritual power seemed to be at 0.5 times speed, flowing slowly.

His "onset" is like a labor pain, it will not last for a long time, there will be a moment of pause in the middle, but there will be a more crazy shock immediately.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, the moment Shen Yan appeared, everything around him gradually returned to normal.

Shi Bantang prostrated himself on the ground, gasping for breath, his voice was like a blown bellows, and blood was constantly overflowing from his throat.

Shen Yan knelt down to check his injuries, and when his fingertips touched them, he trembled subconsciously, and then he probably smelled the familiar cold sandalwood, and he gradually calmed down.

"Shen Yan?" He half-closed his eyes and called vaguely.

Shen Yan said, "It's me."

He opened the wide sleeve robe, and as expected, there were scratches all over the bottom, and there was hardly a piece of good leather visible.When people are in extreme pain, they often have a tendency to self-abuse. This is a natural reaction of the body. If you want to control it, you have to go through a long period of trying to form muscle memory, or someone has to watch it all the time to prevent him from hurting. Own.

There were many people around him just now, but no one cared about this.

"I'm going to kill Lingyou..."

He was still chanting, Shen Yan paused, and glanced at Lingyou Immortal Venerable without any trace through the angle, without speaking, he gently rubbed the wet hair on the top of his head.

This comforting action finally made the people around him aware of it.

Bei Lin made a cold smile, "Yaozhou, what are you doing? His Highness the Ghost King practiced evil methods, got mad in front of so many of us, and killed your two juniors in a cruel way earlier. The reason is that he should give an explanation to our Kunlun Palace, and he has to give an explanation to the monks all over the world. The uncles are dealing with it. You are still young and can't distinguish between good and evil. Don't be blinded. Take your sword, Go back to Xuelin Peak."

The twelve immortals of the Kunlun Palace all grew up watching Shen Yaozhou. Even the most eccentric Beilin loves him very much. If it were someone else who stopped here, he would have said nothing. Whip it.

Shen Yan took off his robe, and gently covered Shi Bantang who was in a mess.

Lingyou stood not far away, calming down, with neither sad nor happy expression, as if he didn't care about Shi Wantang's life or death at all.

Without saying a word, Shen Yan leaned over to pick up Shi Bantang and walked towards the mountain gate.

Beilin: "Stop! Who allowed you to take him away?!"

The Suzaku bird suddenly screamed, and the blazing fire ignited, the dull feathers fell off from the fire, and a new skin was born from the fire.It was like a ball of fire, just after the barrier was boiled, it slammed straight towards Beilin.

"Suzaku!"

Amidst Shen Yan's stern voice, it stopped suddenly, glared at Beilin full of resentment, pouted its buttocks, and flew onto Shi Bantang's arm.

Shen Yan said: "Come on my shoulder, it hurts."

Sensing Shi Wantang's slight frown, Suzaku flew up and landed on Shen Yan's shoulder.

He looked at the head teacher.

In the condensed air, the two looked at each other silently for nearly half a minute, and the headmaster knew that he was asking for his own opinion.

"He can't leave the Kunlun Palace." The headmaster said, this is the biggest concession he can make as the leader of a faction.

Shen Yan said: "He didn't kill people, and he didn't practice evil ways. Give me a few days, and I will prove it to you."

The teacher nodded to him.

Shen Yan nodded at him.

The father and son reached a consensus in calmness and weirdness.After Shen Yan left, Ding Ye patted the back of his head, "Headmaster, just let Master Bantang go like this?!"

The head teacher: "Otherwise? Kill him? Didn't you hear what Yaozhou said? He didn't do those things. Since the evidence can be found, why not wait two more days?"

At this moment, Lingyou opened his eyes, his face was like a bodhisattva, and there was no wave in the ancient well, "Yaozhou is pure in nature, and the possibility of being used by those who care about him is not ruled out. Master, he has been respectfully worshiped by his juniors all these years, and he has a bit of a temper." You are so bold, you don't know what to be afraid of, and you dare to get involved in the situation just now, since he is raised under the knee of the head teacher, he should be taken care of."

Ding Ye: "Yes, yes."

Shu province: "It makes sense."

Beilin: "Oh."

The corner of the teacher's mouth twitched, "Are you crazy? He is my son, but I am not the one who raised him. How about you talk to his master yourself?"

Lingyou/Dingye/Beilin: "..."

Shu Sheng: "...No, no, no."

Shen Yan hugged Master Bantang and climbed up the stairs step by step.

Xuelin Peak has a low temperature all year round, the snow does not melt, and the cold wind is bitingly cold. Shi Bantang unconsciously shivered in his arms, and murmured: "I want to kill Lingyou, I want to kill him... ..."

Shen Yan didn't say a word, but wrapped his outer robe tightly again.

One arm was draped around his waist with little strength, but his fingers were clenched tightly. As he occasionally loosened a little, he was immediately clenched tightly again.But this moment of gap was enough for Shen Yan to see clearly what was in his palm.

It was a handful of Buddhist beads.

His footsteps paused abruptly, with thick black eyelashes hanging down, his eyes turned from the Buddhist beads to Shi Bantang's face, after a long time, he lowered his head and planted a soft and heavy kiss on his forehead.

"Sorry, I am late……"

Crying children have sweets, Shen Yan has never cried, he is so strong that he is invincible, all outbreaks are hidden behind forbearance, all sadness is hidden in calmness.

Only when there is silence and no one around, will he lower his eyelashes full of guilt and distress, and say "sorry" to the person in his arms.

Shi Wantang's breathing gradually stabilized, the wrinkles between his brows unfurled, his five fingers loosened, and the Buddhist beads fell to the ground.

Suzaku flew down from Shen Yan's shoulder and picked them up one by one with their mouths.

The mountain is chaotic, but Xuelin Peak is still peaceful like a paradise. After a day's hustle and bustle, the place where the mountains and the sky meet in the west is rendered a large orange dusk. Come, he put Shi Bantang on the bed, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water, and when he came back, the second wave of eruption had already started.

Shi Bantang curled up under the blanket, beating his temples in pain, whimpering like a small animal, Shen Yan quickly made a few barriers, stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay, It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

The impact of the second wave was obviously smaller than that of the first wave. At least the spiritual power was not as violent as the surge. The surrounding tables and chairs shook rapidly, and the white porcelain vase made a clear and shattering sound from the corner of the table.

"Snapped--"

Shi Wantang's shoulders tightened in an instant, Shen Yan quickly covered his eyes, and said: "Close your eyes, sleep, just sleep, I'll be with you."

The other party bit his lower lip tightly, and let out a weeping sound from his nose. After a while, Shen Yan suddenly felt his palms were wet.

Taking it away, Shi Bantang trembled his crow-black eyelashes, and tears fell down like a flood that opened the gate.

"Shen Yan, you fucking bastard." He said in a hoarse voice, "They all wronged me, and they didn't believe me when I said I didn't kill anyone. Why did I come here? I miss you only when I'm crazy, and I don't miss you anymore. Oh, Lord Ghost King can't stand this kind of grievance..."

The words were thrown upside down, and the person was clearly awake.Shen Yan's heart fell to the ground, and he let out a long sigh of relief. For the time being, he didn't care about arguing with him about whether he was thinking about it or not, and kissed the top of his hair one after another.

After a while, the voice gradually weakened, everything was calm, and the person in his arms fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Yan knew that today's encounter was over.

But there are still countless times to endure in the future.

He drove Suzaku to the back of the house to heat the floor. Shen Yaozhou didn't have the habit of heating the floor before, so there was basically no charcoal fire in the house, but fortunately there was a natural fire source of Firebird.Suzaku was reluctant at first, until Shen Yan picked up the flowers in the broken vase, broke off a branch and stuck it on the temple, and praised: "It's beautiful."

Suzaku was immediately elated, and hurriedly went to light the fire.

He mixed hot water and carefully wiped Shi Bantang's body.

The outer shirt was half untied, and a crimson-purple fruit rolled out from his bosom, the size of a child's palm, and it was a ripe Yunmeng fruit.

Untied the belt completely, rolled down another three or four, and the Qiankun bag hanging on the side of his waist was also bulging. Shen Yan didn't care at first, put the Qiankun bag and the fruit aside, and wiped off the blood with a warm towel Finally, put on the warm coat for him, tuck in the corners of the quilt, and then took the Qiankun bag in his hand and weighed it.

Open it and look, what catches the eye is still the Yunmeng Spiritual Fruit.

Shen Yan finally understood what the phrase "I miss you only when I'm crazy" meant.

The Yunmeng Spiritual Fruits were poured out of the Qiankun bag and neatly stacked, a total of 27 pieces.

The Qiankun bag in Ghost King Hall is not as advanced as that of Kunlun disciples, and its storage capacity is more than doubled. 23 fruits are already the limit, and even if the rest can't fit, you have to put it in your bosom.Shen Yan sat by the bed like this, looking at the 27 Yunmeng spiritual fruits, and fell into a long silence.

Lord Ghost King is crazy and fussy, sometimes clumsy, doesn't like to think about things, has a bad temper, always gets angry with people, gets angry at every turn, like an explosive/powder bag that can be detonated immediately.

But this bag is stuffed with flame stars, which are warm, dazzlingly bright when they explode, and have a sweet taste.

Shen Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and he ran to see him with this bag of Yunmeng Linguo, worried about his casual "old disease", finally came in, and was besieged.

As he said, Lord Ghost King cannot bear this kind of grievance.

He finally let out a long sigh, leaned over to look at Shi Bantang's pale and delicate face, leaned over and kissed those soft and dry lips.

"...I won't be wronged again."

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