So What If You've Been Reborn?

When Chen He came back to his senses, those casual cultivators were already lying at his feet moaning.

These guys who only had cultivation in the foundation building stage, Chen He knocked them down with a few casual punches, passers-by hurriedly dodged, and surrounded them from a distance to watch the excitement, thinking it was a brawl of local thugs.

"You, who are you?" A casual cultivator asked angrily, covering half of his bruised and swollen face.

The companion beside him suddenly covered his mouth, Nuonuo said: "I don't know where I offended senior, please be merciful."

After speaking, he dragged the person up and ran.

The anger in Chen He's heart was still there, but the rationality of returning to the cage made him understand that even if he beat these guys to the ground, it would be unreasonable to vent their anger.

What can casual cultivators understand?

Talking about this head and that venerable all day long is all hearsay, far from the truth.

——It’s nothing more than the fact that it’s spread in the comprehension world, so they believe it.

Chen Ho slowly clenched his fists. The state of mind of many years of cultivation could not contain the surging anger: Yes, just because it is spread like this, casual cultivators believe it is true, and spread it like this...

Obviously, everyone in the world thought that Shi Feng killed his master.

The mortals who watched found that there was no excitement to watch, so they dispersed again. Their curious voices and figures coming and going seemed to become blurred.

Chen He was in a trance, only feeling that he was standing in the gray and black fog, the shadows in the world were so far away from him, and he couldn't see clearly.

A hand, caressing his cheek.

Cold, but steady without the slightest trembling.

Wiping away the water droplets that overflowed from Chen He's eyes at some point, and then hugging Chen He's shoulders, his usual breath was familiar, firm and powerful, as if supporting the whole world.

"It's just gossip, don't take it seriously." Shi Feng said flatly.

"En." Chen He's voice was muffled, he lowered his head, and clenched that hand.

"How old is my junior, and I still look like this." Shi Feng tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, comforting Chen Ho indifferently.

Chen Ho didn't refute him like usual.

He didn't immediately return to a solemn and serious expression showing that he could be alone, and stood still in a daze.

Shi Feng's heart tightened.

Of course, he was not as calm and calm as he appeared on the surface, just like how he didn't tell Chen He about the past, Shi Feng didn't want to mention those heavy pasts at all.

The Beixuan School was once brilliant, even though it is declining now, it still retains its remarkable skills.

Chen He was his junior who was raised with care, he just wanted to leave those good things to Chen He, behind those fading brilliance, Shi Feng didn't want Chen He to be involved with the endless disasters that followed.

That was Chen He, not just a random stranger with decent aptitude.

For example, as in the illusion of the heart demon, Shi Feng sacrificed his life to inherit the inheritance, but in the end it was just unwillingness in his heart, full of resentment towards the destiny of heaven.Even though he felt some pity for that "Chen He", he was a stranger after all. Shi Feng only left behind the inheritance, and "Chen He" himself received all the misfortunes and blessings of the Beixuan Sect.

That is Chen He, who has no one to look after, no one to guide, and no one to rely on.

Seeing the phantom, Shi Feng's mood was shaken, and it was precisely for this reason—maybe Chen He didn't fall off the skyscraper because he didn't send Chen He back, or he sent the child back when he caught up with the Chen family's convoy. !

It was only a little bit short, he and Chen He were complete strangers, and then they met in the Chifeng Desert...

Shi Feng knew better than anyone what kind of bloody storm Beixuan Mibao could cause. He simply didn't want to think about what would happen to Chen Ho who was alone.

Shi Feng silently looked at Chen He who was in a daze.

The world is as cruel as a knife, even if he doesn't say anything, the junior can always hear it, it is really not the best policy to keep silent.

With a slight movement of the hand holding Chen He, he led his junior brother outside.

Chen Ho didn't hesitate, and followed obediently.

There was no struggle, no trembling or questioning, Shi Feng's heart relaxed slightly, and he turned back to look at his younger brother without a trace, but suddenly found that Chen He had really grown up, and it was difficult for him to see from those quiet eyes. What the hell is the junior brother thinking.

The sky was cloudy and the north wind was biting.

They walked along a street for a long time until they were close to the city wall.

Yuzhou City was recently ordered to enter into martial law by the yamen, to prevent the panicked people from escaping from the city, and to block rumors that the earthquake was very serious.

Loose cultivators who wanted to get out of the city walked along the city wall, looking for places with few people and turning over.

They walked all the way to the remote and uninhabited place, and they didn't slow down.

There was no sound, only the rustling of dry branches.

"I…"

Chen Ho opened his mouth and closed it again.

He has always admired his master, Nan Hongzi, whom he has never met.

The ever-victorious general who terrified Xirong and Beidi described in the old sayings of Changmei was imprisoned in the prison for 30 years by the bewildered king. Because the lute bone was pierced, he was unable to use force, and it was difficult to close his eyes when sitting or lying down.Even in this kind of predicament, one can still comprehend with the heart and enter the Tao with martial arts.When others came to release him, the golden core was already formed, so he broke the chain and walked away.

In Chen He's memory, very few people mentioned Nan Hongzi, but everyone spoke in admiration. No one ever said anything wrong with Nan Hongzi.

Even Shi Feng was no exception.

This master, who died early, had profound cultivation, excellent understanding, and a strong temperament in the world. After breaking through the world and stepping into the path of cultivation, he became more free and unrestrained.

To be able to say "the most important person in the world to you is your choice, not a burden", must be a strong and gentle monk, not a cold-hearted person.

How such Nan Hongzi died has always been a mystery in Chen He's mind.

However, he only found out today that the rumors in the cultivation world were——

"Brother, why don't you justify yourself?"

"..."

"I know that's not true. Master won't be the one who killed you." Chen He looked at the stones lying in the snow one by one. Into this earthly quagmire.

It is impossible to say how much Chen Ho has deep feelings for Nan Hongzi who has never met.

His loss was because he realized that Shi Feng... the past of his senior brother was heavier than he thought.

This kind of heaviness, as long as Shi Feng lived in this world for a day, he couldn't get rid of it, it was directly pressed on his shoulders, and he could only silently watch the people all over the world wantonly discuss with contempt.

"Those passers-by, how can they know the truth?" Chen He stepped on the stone to vent his anger.

Facing his junior brother's worried and defensive expression, Shi Feng slightly curved his lips.

The smile was very shallow, and it was restrained in an instant.

"No, Master was killed by me."

Chen He was startled.

Shi Feng held Chen Ho's hand slightly tighter, with a calm expression on his face, and repeated: "I killed it with my own hands, and it's not wrong for the cultivation world to say that I killed my master."

Chen Ho didn't move, nor did he break free from Shi Feng's increasingly tight palm.

They stopped by a secluded city wall, Shi Feng had an indescribably murderous air, his white knuckles, and dark and deep pupils reflected a strong chill.

This was Shi Feng, whom Chen He was completely unfamiliar with.

Senior brother in front of him, even if he is angry, he is not as cold and frightening as this.

The influence of Nirvana's true essence on Shi Feng was enormous.When it comes to the past events of the Beixuan Sect's demise, this gloomy aura reaches its peak. This is Shi Feng, the blood demon that even high-level monks in the cultivation world dare not provoke casually, instead of wading through the Heiyuantan, standing The person under the Tangli tree quietly watching Chen He.

"Brother..."

Chen He hugged Shi Feng violently, and said in a hurry, "I won't ask anymore, I don't want to know what's going on, brother, don't even think about it! It doesn't matter what other people say, I won't take it seriously."

Shi Feng's hands were empty, and his chest and abdomen felt the familiar temperature.

He lowered his head slowly, stroking Chen Ho's back, and the two leaned against the city wall and hugged each other.

After a long time, Shi Feng let out a long sigh.

"No, that's also your master. The Beixuan Sect is your teacher, you should know."

"But..." Chen He firmly remembered that those were taboos, and he once made his senior brother lose all hope and forget about the past.

"In the future, when you reach the Nascent Soul Stage and the Transformation Stage, people will tell you those rumors. You don't ask, you just hide it in your heart, and it becomes a knot in your heart. What should you do if you delay your practice?" Shi Feng looked far away in a daze. At the same time, he took out some of the juniors who were almost buried in his clothes.

Chen He hugged her too tightly.

If they weren't monks, Shi Feng would have pulled Chen He out nervously, lest the younger brother be so suffocated that he couldn't even breathe.

"I will always know the truth." Chen He said vaguely.

The voice was like muttering while biting Shi Feng's clothes, and the warm breath puffed on his chest, Shi Feng trembled slightly.

"Oh, how do you know?" Shi Feng raised his hand to touch the top of Chen Ho's hair.

"The old man with long eyebrows must know!" Chen He insisted not to let go, and kept his head buried, "There is also the owner of the valley! I have a way to deal with them!"

"..."

Shi Feng smiled absently.

——How could he have forgotten, the younger brother has been alert and smart since he was a child.

"Well, they know it, but they don't know enough!" Shi Feng slid his finger to Chen He's ear, and fiddled with it, who knew that the pinna of his ear turned red instantly.

Shi Feng didn't dare to tease him anymore, so he withdrew his hand, and said half jokingly and half solemnly: "Because they are all like you, they are very knowledgeable and interesting and don't ask too many questions. If you don't ask, who am I going to argue with?"

"Then tell me!" Chen He said sullenly.

There was a sense of anger in the voice: "If we don't say it today, we will stand here and not leave!"

"…it is good."

Shi Feng raised his eyes, looked past Chen He in front of him, passed a cluster of trees with only dry branches, and focused on the hazy gray clouds. After a long while, he said leisurely: "I don't believe in fate in my life, but I ended up planted on it. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or destiny.”

"Chen He, exactly 300 years ago, I was 17 years old just like you..."