Master, he feeds wolves with his body

Gu He has been having a recurring dream.

In the dream, Xiao Yi was dressed in black and was soaked in blood. He half-kneeled in front of him with his sword in his right hand, and asked him with despairing eyes, "Master, why?"

"Master, why don't you believe me?"

"Master, look at me..."

Then a long sword shot out through the air, directly piercing the chest of the person in front of him.

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground, spreading into a meandering red trickle.

One drop after another, one piece after another... until the whole dream was dyed red.

"Xiao Yi!"

Gu He woke up startled, opened his glazed eyes, and looked around at the familiar Yanyun Terrace.

The frost-colored curtains overlapped one another, making the palace made of white jade even more deserted.

Gu He lifted the quilt and slowly sat up.With his elbows on his knees, he stroked his forehead with his right hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

Then he let out a long sigh of relief, letting out the exhaustion of years, kneading the frown between his brows after a night of nightmares with his thin white fingers.

The cold voice echoed in the empty Yanyun Terrace, with a lingering lingering hidden in the heart and hard to say:

"Xiao Yi..."

This is the second year after Gu He was reborn. Calculated according to mortal days, it should be the 13th year of Jingsheng.

The life of a cultivator is too long, and 190 is a snap of the fingers.As the head of Canglang Pavilion, he has a long road ahead and a long way to go.

From the establishment of Canglang Pavilion to the present, there have been six sect masters, all of whom are heroes of the generation, and they have gradually promoted Canglang Pavilion to the position of the number one sect in the Six Realms.Later, Gu He's master, Daoist Qingming, passed away. Gu He, who was only 20 years old, was his only direct disciple and became the youngest master in the history of Canglang Pavilion.

As the tide rises in the Canglang Pavilion, ordinary people from the lower realm flock to it.

In the spring of the 14th year of Jingsheng, Canglang Pavilion issued an announcement to recruit monks from all over the world.

In the summer of the 14th year of Jingsheng, Xiao Yi participated in the recruitment competition and became Gu He's personal disciple.

It should be that in the previous life, the mountains and mountains were separated, and the world was boundless, but everything seemed like yesterday.

He put all his thoughts on his only disciple, teaching him calligraphy, teaching him martial arts, and passing on his mind.

Year after year, year after year.

Watching that young willow grow up rapidly like a willow, watching him advance and retreat with courtesy, watching him talk and laugh calmly, watching him be decisive in killing and attacking.

And when Xiao Yi was 20 years old, he watched a long sword piercing Xiao Yi's chest from behind, and watched the boy in black with a warm and bright smile fall into a pool of blood with pain and confusion.

The tearing pain in his heart shattered all his sanity, and the aura in his body was out of control, attacking everyone unscrupulously.

In the end, he lost his temper and exploded to death.

Gu He, who opened his eyes again, slept behind the curtain of Yanyuntai. He always loved quietness, and there was no one else in Yanyuntai except the disciples who cleaned during the day.

He lifted the brocade quilt as he did countless times before his death, stepped on clogs, and walked to the window.

Canglang Pavilion is near the water and the mountains, the mountains of Bugui are majestic and surrounded by Mengxi River, the scenery is naturally too beautiful to behold.

As for the residence of the headmaster, Yanyun Terrace combined Fengshui and spent a lot of spiritual treasures to build a square courtyard in the most beautiful part of Bugui Mountain. There are towers looming in the clouds and mists in the middle of the mountain. It is called Yanyuntai.

Looking out from the window, the Mountain of No Return is hidden in the vast night, the full moon is bright, and there are occasional crows and hawks in my ears, and the surroundings become more and more silent.

All of this is like... like a dream of a wandering soul who misses his hometown and is lucky enough to return home after wandering.

What about... him?What about Xiao Yi?

The last scene of his life echoed in his mind, Gu He's heart ached, but he became more and more curious.

It's all too weird.

Gu He's heart moved, and he looked around the room carefully:

In the past, every time he fell asleep, Xiao Yi would pour a cup of tea and put it in front of the desk, no;

He likes to study at night, Xiao Yi bought a phoenix lantern for himself in the year of his birthday, no;

And the jade talisman that Xiao Yi gave him to symbolize his status as the master's disciple when he entered the school was still hanging neatly on his moon white robe on the hanger.

All of this... everything is like Jingsheng 14 years ago, before Xiao Yi appeared...

Gu He walked quickly to the desk. In his previous life, he was the head of the sect, but he didn't take care of the mundane affairs. All the affairs of the Canglang Pavilion were left to his senior brother Xia Qiyue. He will organize the affairs of the door into a book and send it to Yanyuntai. He seldom reads it, and it will be sent to the scripture storage pavilion the next day. If it is not sent away today, it should be on the book case.

Gu He turned the pages of the book with slightly trembling hands, and sure enough, it was March in the 12th year of Jingsheng!

Xiao Yi is still alive!

Everything, everything can start all over again!

Days and nights during the two years after rebirth:

During the day, he was still the lonely and stern, elegant and indifferent Gu Xizhi.

And every night, there is a tormented and sweet existence deep in Gu He's heart.

He was going to review Xiao Yi's death situation over and over again: the silver-white and cold sword tip pierced the flesh, and the bright-eyed young man walked forward on his knees without looking back, calling him "Master" over and over again.

He would also describe Xiao Yi's eyebrows and eyes over and over again in his dreams, his eyebrows were long and flying upwards, with the spirit of a young man; his eyes were always looking at him intently and fieryly; , a faint sternness pierced through the air; his lips are very thin...

At this time, he would always reminisce over and over again, greedily and carefully, with some obscure, unknown feelings that would always be hidden in his heart.

Sometimes Gu He would fall into confusion. Could it be that he was lonely for too long in his previous life, so he imagined an image in his heart that suits him to accompany him, on this vast cloud platform, deceiving himself and others year after year.

Time always flies too fast, the vegetation on the mountain of no return has flourished and withered several times, and the phoenix flower on the Yanyuntai has bloomed and withered several times.

The official document of the recruitment competition has been spread to every inch of land in Kyushu. In front of the Qingluan Palace in the Mountain of No Return tomorrow, he can finally cross the dream of two years again, past life and present life, and embrace that boy with his eyes.

Do not return to the mountain, Qingluan Palace.

Xia Qiyue wore a crow-blue elder robe, waving his wide sleeves lightly, and saluted Gu He, "Master."

Gu He stepped forward to help Xia Qiyue up, "Brother, you don't have to be polite to me."

"Etiquette cannot be discarded." Xia Qiyue's face was full of integrity and uprightness, and even his voice was mature and solemn. All entered, the capacity of the Illusory Realm has reached the upper limit, and I hope the master can help strengthen the Illusory Realm."

"Okay," Gu He always didn't like to talk too much. He looked out from the main seat in the Hall of Eternal Life. The crowd, tall and short, fat and thin, was uneven. He couldn't see the person he wanted to see, so he only listened intermittently. Hearing the senior brother's voice, "... Canglang Pavilion Grand Competition... too illusory realm... 100 people... disciples passed on by the master..."

It is nothing more than the content rules of the three-year talent recruitment competition.

"Sect Leader... Junior Brother Sect Leader?"

Gu He came back to his senses, his phoenix eyes became clearer, "Huh?"

"Junior Sect Leader, you can start." Here Xia Qiyue has already sacrificed the treasure of the Canglang Pavilion - the tree of broken life.

Gu He nodded and twirled a magic formula, the dead tree floated into the air, faintly emitting a blazing white light - the illusory realm of emptiness opened.

"Everyone, everything in the illusory realm is false, but everything is true. Every flower, every tree, every building and a pavilion are false, the injuries you receive inside are false, and the pain you feel is real. When you die in the illusory realm, you will Being able to automatically leave the illusion and come back here means being eliminated. When 100 people are eliminated, the gate of the illusion will automatically open, and those who stay can become my disciples of Canglang Pavilion."

With a wave of Xia Qiyue's hand, the broken tree turned into a gate, "Everyone, please!"

outside the temple.

"Have you heard that the owner of the Canglang Pavilion will select a direct disciple from this year's introductory disciples, who will inherit the Canglang Pavilion in the future!" One person stretched out his head and whispered to everyone around him.

"Oh, Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, it would be great if I could be chosen!" One of them folded his hands together and muttered loudly.

"Let's not talk about direct disciples, it's good to stay among the beginner disciples!"

"I came here three years ago. It's not as easy as you think to enter the Canglang Pavilion!"

"So who doesn't want to try it, just in case you have that luck! Look, all the kids with curly hair are here! Don't be so frightened that you will cry and look for your mother once you enter the illusion!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't know how high the heavens are and how thick the earth is." A group of people shook their heads, as if they saw the scene of the boy being eliminated, but their eyes didn't take half a step away from the boy in black walking towards the front of the hall.

This young man's appearance and demeanor are really outstanding.

The eyebrows are long and pointed, slanting to fly to the temples, the eyes are like bright stars, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are thin and red.Holding a sword in his right hand, with a narrow waist and long legs, his steps are windy.

Gu He's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked towards the door.

"It's him……"

The two looked at each other for ten thousand years.