Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

After the original owner returned to his room, his expression was still not very good.

He seemed very irritable when he met An Xichen. After closing the door, he clicked his tongue again, and cursed in a low voice: "What a bad luck."

Qiao Xishui really didn't bother to talk to the original owner, who was as stubborn as an old man and had prickly hedgehogs, so he didn't even want to comment on him.He turned to look at his room.

Most of the layout is no different from the way he stayed at Qingfengmen.Unlike An Xichen's place, although Qiao Xishui's books are stacked higher than his own, he doesn't have any bookshelves.Those books that have not been read or are commonly used are placed on the desk, and those that have been read or are of no great use are simply placed in rows on the ground like a stall.

Qiao Xishui is a person who doesn't care about whether the room is clean or not, and so is the original owner.Anyway, I live in my own room by myself, as long as I can find things to live comfortably, after all, I clean it up for myself to see, so it’s fine if I feel comfortable.

So he didn't care too much about the original owner's affairs, what happened to him, what happened to him when he stayed.

The books on the desk were piled up like a mountain, but he didn't care.The books on the ground were arranged like dominoes, and he pretended not to see them.

The original owner stepped past the books and came to the front of the desk.After pulling out the chair and sitting down, he looked up at the candles on the desk.

The candle is burning.

The original owner stared at the candle for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

The original owner had to look at Qiao Xishui when he saw it, and was forced to stare at the candle for a while, when Qiao Xishui suddenly realized that something was wrong.

If the candle burns for a while, it will definitely burn a few drops of candle liquid.That thing will climb the candle body and meander down like candle tears.

But the candle in front of me didn't see any tear from it.Moreover, the wind was rustling outside, and a slight chill was blowing into the room. Even Qiao Xishui felt a little chill on his neck, but the candle did not flicker at all.

It is like a Gone with the Wind, standing proudly in the howling wind.

The candle has a strange totem tattooed on it.Qiao Xishui squinted her eyes and looked around for a long time, always feeling familiar, where did she meet.

But insisting on where he saw it, he couldn't remember.

Just when he was racking his brains to recall where he had seen Miss Candle, the original owner, Qiao Xishui, looked away desperately.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

You are happy, you are happy.

He couldn't protest anything, so he could only follow the original owner's gaze to the table.There was a pile of rice paper spread out on the table, densely packed on it, I don't know what was written on it.

He took advantage of the time when the original owner was sorting out these things, and looked at them at a glance.

It is still full of incomprehensible words, it is not Chinese anyway.

Qiao Xishui still felt that she had seen it somewhere.

……where! !

He was almost going crazy, and the original owner sorted it out very fast. After Qiao Xishui finished reading the four or five lines, the original owner had already judged the approximate position of the page, and changed it with a snap.

New page, new headache.

Qiao Xishui's mentality collapsed, she gave up on herself, and didn't bother to hurry up and glance at ten lines, so she glanced casually.

In the middle of tidying up, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The original owner paused and raised his head from the sea of ​​books: "Who?"

"Brother." Dai Ximeng called out stiffly in a low voice, "Master called us over..."

It sounds like Uncle Qiao sitting inside.

When the original owner heard the word "Master", the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.Responding to the sound, he followed the corners of the half-arranged papers, left unsorted piles on the table, put the sorted ones in his arms, and walked out.

Dai Ximeng was waiting for him at the door.As soon as Qiao Xishui came out, she straightened her back as if she had been poked in some acupuncture point, standing like a pine tree, sweating profusely and shouting, "Good evening, brother!"

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Look at how frightened a good girl is.Qiao Xishui, you are not human.

The non-human "Qiao Xishui" hummed vaguely, crossing his arms

, turned around and left.

No gentleman, no humanity.

Lin Hongyi's room is in the center of Fuyao Palace.When Qiao Xishui and Dai Ximeng went in one after the other, they found several people crowded inside.

Looking around, they were all disciples who belonged to the head of Lin Hongyi Lin.It is not easy to squeeze into Lin Hongyi's room to learn from a teacher.Either the talent in martial arts was born to be extraordinary, or the gods in the sky came down to play.

In short, the few people present must be masters and dragons, and there is no fuel-efficient lamp.

Lin Hongyi sat behind the screen, unable to see his face.Looking at the reflection on the screen, it should be sitting.

He said in a cold voice, "Is it all here?"

Among the few people present, Shuchi Xikong was the most senior, and he hurriedly responded: "If you go back to Master, everyone is here."

"Okay. Everyone is here, so let's talk about the matter early, and you all go to bed early. There will be morning classes tomorrow, so don't waste too much time."

As soon as the words fell, the group of disciples suddenly fell to their knees, and the original owner, without exception, also knelt down on his knees.The scene was so spectacular that Qiao Xishui once thought that he was watching the early court court, and that Lin Hongyi was the emperor.

Then all the disciples said in unison: "I would like to listen to the golden words of Master."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Also fucking Jin Yan.Whether the little old man in the back is a god or a golden Buddha, he is really sitting on a bunch of little licking dogs.

Lin Hongyi seemed to be accustomed to it. He pondered for a moment, then opened his golden mouth, and said, "My disciple, An Xichen, has made countless achievements and cares about the common people in the world. You all call him senior brother, but does anyone know why I didn't come here today?" call him?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

Although there was silence, Qiao Xishui clearly felt that the original owner's hands were slowly clenched into fists, and the palms of his hands hurt from scratching his nails.

The original owner seemed to know something.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xishui suddenly remembered that what Chi Xikong said was that Lin Hongyi told them that An Xichen was the son of Moxiu, but when the original owner pointed at him and scolded him, he scolded the son of a whore.

How did he know that An Xichen's mother was a prostitute?It is clear that the whole Qingfengmen is talking about the son of Moxiu.

Clearly he knew something.

When he was thinking about this, Lin Hongyi opened his mouth again.He said slowly and word by word: "My disciple An Xichen, although he is very talented and has amazing skills, but his parents are both demon cultivators. He has the blood of demon cultivators in his body. I am afraid that he may harm the world in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the four were shocked.

Everyone was amazed, Lin Hongyi coughed again, and continued: "Although my disciples are kind-hearted, and I often give them scriptures to suppress the devil's blood. But after all, the devil's blood is all over the body and cannot be eliminated."

"In the final analysis, Moxiu's bones are cheap and his blood is dirty. He will definitely harm the world. If there is even a little bit wrong with him one day, you must tell me right away."

"That's not good..." Chi Xikong raised his head, huddled and stammered, "Senior Brother An is our senior brother after all, and he is also a disciple of Master... He has always been very kind to us..."

Lin Hongyi didn't reprimand her for interrupting her speech. On the contrary, she chuckled lightly when she heard her speak to the end, and said: "People's hearts are unpredictable. Some people have the appearance of a fairy, but they have a heart of a snake and a snake. People live in this world. To save your life, you must stop speculating on others. You have never encountered a demon cultivator, so you don't know the danger."

"Can……"

She wanted to say something, but Qiao Xishui interrupted her before she could speak.

He heard the original owner's voice was extremely calm, but the words he spoke were very heavy.

He said: "Junior Sister, don't talk about it anymore. The magic cultivator should be wiped out and go to the eighteenth floor of hell."

"That's right!" One person took his words filled with righteous indignation, and said, "Devil cultivators are naturally the dirtiest! Master is right, since parents are demon cultivators, they must not be much better! I also know Senior brother treats us well, but if you think about it carefully, he might be playing tricks on occasion!"

As soon as the words fell, Dai Ximeng, who had been quiet next to Qiao Xishui, suddenly said, "Speaking of which, I remember one time when I went down the mountain with my brother to get rid of demons, and saw him staring at the bone... And he actually, yes Laughing to the bone..."

"No way……"

"I really can't tell..."

Qiao Xishui's own voice sounded again, he raised his head, raised his voice and said slightly sullenly: "What could happen, just don't tell it! This shows that he really is acting on the spot, and his heart is dirty!"

Someone yelled angrily: "Sure enough, there is still a demon cultivator in his bones!"

Another person excitedly got up from the ground, and it seemed that he had been seriously injured by Moxiu. He began to wave his fists and shouted redly: "We should be punished! Moxiu should die, this is doing justice for the heavens!"

"Okay!" Lin Hongyi interrupted in a cold voice, and said: "What is the crusade, what is doing justice for the sky, don't get so excited about the magic cultivator, and let outsiders see it, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Qingfengmen?"

Hey, kinda upright.

Lin Hongyi is a teacher, regardless of whether he is competent or not, it seems that majesty is indispensable.A few disciples who were about to make impassioned speeches of crusade were stunned instantly when he scolded them.

"Look at the situation first, don't make a fuss." Lin Hongyi said leisurely, "His parents are both dead, and he deserved what he deserved. I just hope he will never forget his original intention."

"But everyone, don't take it lightly, after all, he is the same as the demon cultivator."

"—blood."

After finishing speaking, Lin Hongyi sat inside, waved his hands, and said, "Let's go."

These disciples knelt down one after another, fell on the ground together, and shouted in unison: "Thank you, Master, for teaching."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

What did you teach?

Did I teach you to be murderous towards An Xichen? ?

Qiao Xishui almost laughed angrily.

The disciples dispersed one after another.The original owner also followed the crowd and walked out a few steps.Dai Ximeng didn't care about him anymore, went to find Chi Xikong and left happily.

The original owner suddenly slowed down, and after falling to the end of the crowd, he turned his head and walked back.

The other Qiao Xishui in him was puzzled for a while.

What is this for?

The original owner returned to Lin Hongyi's Fuyao Palace and knocked on the door.

Lin Hongyi's voice came from inside: "Come in."

The original owner pushed the door open and entered, Lin Hongyi no longer hid behind the screen.He sat behind the desk in front of the screen and lit an incense stick.

The incense has an indescribably strange fragrance.Qiao Xishui sniffed it carefully, and there seemed to be a little fishy smell in the fragrance. After smelling it too much, I felt a little nauseous.

The original owner is a medicine repairer, and is also extremely sensitive to smells.Smelling the scent, I couldn't help but frowned, and said, "Why are there any left?"

"I still have a lot." Lin Hongyi said leisurely, "Don't you think it smells good?"

"...I don't think so at all." The original owner said disgustedly, "It's disgusting."

"That's because of your medicinal cultivation essence." Lin Hongyi smiled and said, "Okay, let's get down to business and give me something."

The original owner pursed his lips and walked over.

Qiao Xishui always felt that he actually wanted to roll his eyes.

After he walked over, he took out the stack of astronomical texts that he took out of the room earlier, handed them to Lin Hongyi, and said, "Here are some. I'm still sorting out the rest. I have some time."

Lin Hongyi took it, flipped through two or three pages, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he pressed it under a book, said "hmm", waved his hand, and said, "Okay, let's go."

The original owner had no intention of leaving.He stood there for a while, organized his words, and said, "Forgive me, why did Master tell such a lie?"

Lin Hongyi didn't raise his head when he heard the words. He flipped through a few pieces of paper and said absently, "I have my reasons, I have to do this."

"..." The original owner was silent for a while, and said: "Master, forgive me, An Xichen is a man who must die. Since he will not live long, I still hope that he can live happily, and I hope that Master will not Cover him with the hat of the son of the demon cultivator."

"He can't live happily." Lin Hongyi couldn't help laughing a few times, and said, "Don't you know better than me. He has almost finished reciting the soul-dispersing curse, how do you want him to live happily? "

"I……"

"I know I'm sorry for him." Lin Hongyi said melancholy, "After locking the soul, I will treat him well until he

the day of death. "

"He died for the sake of the consummation of all living beings. It can be regarded as a worthy death to save all living beings."

The original owner lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "The price is too high."

"Yes." Lin Hongyi leaned back, sighed, and said, "It's okay, he is a good boy, he will understand you and me."

—He will understand you and me.

As soon as the dream was over, Qiao Xishui was half asleep and half awake, as if he heard someone whispering in his ear: "He will understand you and me..."

"Understand what."

The hoarse voice made Qiao Xishui tremble, and she lost sleepiness after holding the grass. She woke up in an instant, and when she opened her eyes, An Xichen had returned.The moon was bright outside, and he sat in the night without lighting a candle, staring at him calmly by the bed with a pipe in his hand.

Qiao Xishui was dazed, and stammered, "You, you're back?"

"You're not talking nonsense."

Qiao Xishui was still at a loss, he was still the timid An Xichen who was shivering in white, and he still couldn't react to this black lotus for a while.

An Xichen saw that he was sluggish like a silly dog, not only was he not angry, but he even wanted to pinch his face.

After this idea sprouted, An Xichen only felt that he was an unreasonable psychopath.

He sighed, repeated the question, and asked, "You were talking in your sleep just now, what did you dream about?"

"What?" Qiao Xishui came to his senses, blinked, and said, "I was talking in my sleep?"

An Xichen nodded calmly.

Qiao Xishui suddenly felt uncomfortable, and then asked nervously: "What did I say??"

"Tell me." An Xichen turned his head to look out the window, looking at the vast night, and said quietly, "He will understand you and me."

"Mr. Qiao..." An Xichen pulled out the pipe at some point, took a puff, and puffed out a few wisps of misty smoke, then looked at him sideways and said, "Tell me, who understands who and you ?”

Qiao Xishui: "..."