Master, he feeds wolves with his body

Gu He can almost confirm that Xiao Yi is not reborn.

They have lived together day and night and faced each other day and night for six years. They are too familiar with each other.

No matter how much a person can pretend, the eyes can't be changed.

The 20-year-old Xiao Yi always looks at him with focused and fiery eyes, those eyes are tightly glued to his body; the 15-year-old Xiao Yi's eyes are too clean, full of admiration, just like any disciple who is full of respect for his predecessors.

He stared at him with bright black eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Then it's just me, with the memories of the previous life, coming over mountains and rivers.

Leaving Xiao Yi to practice swords in Yanyun Terrace, Gu He went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion alone.

His own rebirth was like a thorn stuck in his throat, unable to swallow it or spit it out, it made people uncomfortable.

As a secret, he can't tell anyone about this matter, so he can only investigate it quietly by himself.

The sea of ​​books is vast, and the history is ups and downs. As long as it is man-made, there will always be clues. The result of the previous life is too bitter, and he does not want to taste it again.

Pushing open the door of the Sutra Pavilion, the smell of old scrolls mixed with the dust under the sun rushes in.

Canglang Pavilion has been in existence for thousands of years, longer than any dynasty. It is not easy to find the information you want from the vast ancient books. It is like a pond of river mussels. You have to peel them one by one to know what you want. Where is the pearl hidden.

Gu He has been looking for this hard-to-find pearl for two full years.

But there was always a voice in his heart telling himself that there was going to be a result.

really!

"The ancient practice "Hemeng", after practice, is guided by the practice in the later stage of crossing the catastrophe, and with the help of heart and soul, it can make a person reverse time and space when he is dead, save his memory and go back to a few years before his life or obtain eternal life. And the caster will encounter a catastrophe when the time flows back to the year when the spell was cast, regardless of life or death."

Gu He hastily turned back a few pages, and sure enough, there was no trace of the mental method "Hemeng". Fortunately, it was not completely fruitless, and the last line of eight characters was eye-catching:

"The land of the extreme north, the ruins of Kunlun."

"In the late stage of the tribulation, there are very few in the world. After I stepped into the Mahayana stage, I stood on the golden spire of the cultivation world. I just heard from my master Qingming that the first person in the Canglang Pavilion 1000 years ago In the era of the master Xuandu Immortal Venerable, there were not a few people who had reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, but those who succeeded in crossing the catastrophe were rare; There are only a handful of people who can even reach the Mahayana stage, let alone cross the catastrophe."

"I only heard that in the past few hundred years, two great powers entered the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and then wandered around without knowing where they ended up."

I can't... I can't have one of these two great powers willing to find the lost heart method "Hemeng" to practice for myself, and then give up the cultivation base, and finally go out of my heart, just to let myself live again ?

Gu He was speechless for a moment, and stood there blankly.

At present, only this "Hemeng" is related to rebirth, but the records in this article are too absurd and bizarre.

If you want to get rid of the fog of rebirth, you can only start with "Hemeng". With the addition of information such as the cultivation base in the later stage of the tribulation, you may be able to find out the truth of the year.

The Kunlun Ruins are located in the easternmost part of Kyushu's extreme north. The legend is that the weather is treacherous and changeable, extremely dangerous, and few people set foot in it. Up to now, there is only one legend left.

He is not afraid of taking risks, but Xiao Yi has just started and has not yet established a foundation, so he can't take risks.

According to the time of the previous life, it only takes three years.

Three years later, Xiao Yi will enter the distraction period and be alone.

I can relax and explore this series of secrets.

Yanyuntai.

Yanyun Terrace is always like this, the clouds and mists that remain unchanged in all seasons are entwined on the roof ridge, and on the phoenix tree that is blooming and about to burn.

The milky white fog, the blue roof, and the fiery red phoenix flower trees are colorful.

Xiao Yi, who was dressed in a blue robe, put the long sword back into the scabbard at his waist, touched his chest again, and took out a folded handkerchief—although the big man used the handkerchief to scream, but this is the number one handkerchief of the master. The first time he gave himself something, he wanted to keep it well.

"—You just arrived, there may be some disciples in the door who don't know you, carrying this jade talisman." Master's words still echoed in his ears.

Xiao Yi slowly opened the wrapped handkerchief, and it was a square jade talisman with warm tentacles - "Canglang Pavilion" was engraved on one side, and "Yanyuntai" was engraved on the other side.

Yanyun Terrace was the residence of the previous heads of the Canglang Pavilion, so the significance of this jade talisman is self-evident.

He rubbed it with his fingers, and the corners of the jade talisman were already extremely round and smooth, as if it had been rubbed by someone for many years—he thought of the hand that passed this jade talisman—fingers were thin and white, and even the nails grew It's extremely round, with a pearl-like pink luster.

Better looking than any pair of hands he's seen in years.

"Finished?" A cool voice came from behind.

Xiao Yi hurriedly wrapped the jade talisman, stuffed it into his chest, and turned around.

"Ok!"

"Practice for me."

Gu He sat down on the stone bench under the phoenix flower tree.

Xiao Yi drew his sword, and the sun shone with silvery white light.

Leaping up, the cold light flashed, and the sound of wind and sword intent came through the air.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, Xiao Yi's sword moves are always less calm and more urgent.

Xiao Yi put down the sword in his hand and looked at Gu He under the Phoenix Flower.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the eyes are clear.

There were crimson petals constantly falling from the side of the master, and he suddenly understood when he knelt on the steps of the Meng Mansion and listened to the master's lecture, "Jiangbi's birds are over white, and the mountains and blue flowers are about to burn".

The fiery red phoenix flower really looks good against the master in white.

He is a layman, he can only say good-looking.

When the wind blows, the corner of the master's clothes is lifted, and the whole person seems to be blown away by the wind.

He started to get a little scared.

"More than enough proficiency, but not enough strength, take a sword."

Xiao Yi handed over the sword, Gu He didn't take it, but stood behind him.

You covered the back of your sword-holding hand with a cool hand.

Xiao Yi's whole face was about to burn, his heart went up and down, and his mind was also clouded.

He didn't listen to what the master said.

I only heard the sound coming from my chest—Plop—Puff—Puff——

Until a disciple passed it on and asked the head if he had a meal.

Xiao Yicai followed Gu He and sat down on the stone bench, slowly regaining consciousness.

——The master is just helping the apprentice to correct mistakes normally, it's just that I... I'm not used to it.

The meal was so boring that he didn't even dare to look at his master's face.

At night, Xiao Yi suffered from insomnia, and turned over and over again to see the scene of sword practice. When he closed his eyes, he saw Master's cool hand covering the back of his hand.

Finally, when there was a gleam of light in the sky, he grabbed the quilt angrily and covered his face.

Terrible!