The devil has too many vests

The capital of Dayou King is full of lights.

It's the New Year's Eve again.

The gorgeous car drove across the street, and the boy sitting on the frame was dressed in white clothes like frost and snow.

His expression was cold and almost expressionless, his eyes were stained with frost, and his snow-like face was exposed under the light of stars and moon, like a statue enshrined on an altar.Cold, indifferent, unattainable.

There is an aura that is not to be offended.

The noisy crowd instantly became quiet.

The bright lights around him dimmed against him, and the loud drumming sounded so loud that even the cheering crowd on both sides of the street took a step back subconsciously to make way for him.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling white light flashed across the deep night, as if two stars collided with each other, and the crimson flame burned all over the sky in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a rain of meteors and fire fell all over the sky.

Panicked exclamations suddenly sounded on the originally lively street, and the crowd who watched the excitement scattered and fled.The Dayou King, who had been happy and prosperous before, fell into unavoidable panic and noise.

Among the panicked crowd, the always calm looking man in white opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at the young boy who suddenly appeared on the frame with his dark eyes.

The other party looked to be around ten years old, dressed in black clothes, with disheveled hair. Looking carefully, the whole body was filled with strong blood energy, and his pale face due to excessive blood loss was so familiar under the light. The sharp and handsome outline of the future can be vaguely seen.

——At just a moment ago, he appeared out of thin air, and fell in front of the man in white in a state of being seriously injured and unconscious.

Su Xinghan was completely stunned.

It was the first time that his face, which was originally cold and indifferent like a statue, showed such a vivid expression, as if he suddenly fell into a dream, and he couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

Dazed for a few breaths, he finally couldn't help the anticipation and longing deep in his heart, and stretched out a finger to the comatose and sleeping boy.

Poke →!

The real and warm temperature of his fingertips made Su Xinghan wake up in an instant, his long eyelashes trembled, and the thin frost in his eyes faded in an instant, revealing the brilliant and boundless starlight in them.

"It's not a dream..."

With a soft murmur, he almost immediately waved his sleeves and pulled him into his arms. Su Xinghan stared at him for a moment, as if all the stars fell into his eyes at the same time.

As soon as the person fell into his arms, the blood on the other person's body immediately stained his snow-white robe red. Su Xinghan woke up from that dreamlike state and realized what happened to the other person.There was a hint of panic on his face.

Without even thinking about it, he lowered his head, pressed his lips against the young man's lips, and gently passed a strand of precious original energy over.Seeing that the boy's face returned to ruddy, he felt relieved, and his lips curled up.

At this time, the panicked crowd was still running in all directions, but Su Xinghan didn't seem to notice, he just hugged the sleepy boy very gently in his arms, looked down and looked, his expression jumped, revealing pure joy and satisfaction.

It wasn't until the spiritual light of the formation that lit up above the royal city turned into an invisible wall, blocking all dangers out, that the people who finally reacted regained their calm.

But when the fleeing crowd quieted down, they finally noticed that the gorgeous frame was still parked in the middle of the street, the veil was fluttering in the wind, but the man in white on the car had disappeared without a trace.

……

Calm was restored in the pitch-black sky, as if all the visions just now had never happened, the old Taoist on the observatory let out a soft sigh:

"The demon star appears in the east, a sign of the destruction of the country."

·

In the north of the royal capital, the Temple of Jiyuan.

"My lord priest."

The man in white walked through the palace, and the maids and servants he met along the way all saluted him.

Everyone was in order, their steps could be measured by a ruler, they lowered their eyebrows and nodded with a respectful demeanor.He never cast an extra glance at the strange boy in his arms.

And Su Xinghan is used to this.

He nodded slightly as usual, and passed through the eyes of everyone without squinting, looking the same as in the past.Only the warm and soft touch in the arms at this time shows that all the experiences just now are not false.

Thinking of this, Su Xinghan's steps became three points more cheerful, and he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips.

After entering his bedroom, he reluctantly put him down and placed him on a soft bed.

Afterwards, the priest, who had always been cold and unkind in the eyes of outsiders, stood by the bed eagerly, his eyes staring at the person on the bed without blinking.

As if guarding his lost and recovered treasure, his expression is full of childish innocence and stubbornness.

"Well……"

A low moan escaped from his throat, and the little boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes, slightly confused.

His gaze collided with a pair of extremely beautiful and pure pupils, and he could see the unmistakable surprise in it at a glance.

Gives you the illusion of wanting to smile from the bottom of your heart.

"...he knows me."

Although his mind was still confused and empty, Yan Weilou subconsciously thought about it.He could feel a soft and relaxed emotion in his heart.

"No, I know the old me."

"……Reunion?"

He seems to have an innate talent. Even though his head is empty and he has no memory at the moment, he doesn't panic at all. He uses this talent to observe and analyze the relationship between the other party's expression and movements at the first moment when his thinking starts to work. expressed information.

But after a few breaths, Yan Weilou made his own judgment in his heart, and the tense heartstrings were completely relaxed: "This person is harmless."

Then, he covered his forehead, and showed a confused and innocent smile at the other party, with a weak voice: "...Who am I? Who are you? Do we know each other?"

"—For some reason, I feel that you are very familiar."

The surprised smile on Su Xinghan's face stopped, and his expression went blank for a moment.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly fixed: "You...don't remember anything?"

Yan Weilou continued to nod innocently and blankly.

Inexplicably, he actually saw a faint grievance from the frosty and snowy face of the man in white in front of him, and Yan Weilou subconsciously wanted to comfort him.

But Yan Weilou vaguely remembered that he never seemed to be a gentle, considerate, understanding and good person.

This abnormal feeling made Yan Weilou slightly confused.

...Damn it.

·

The Temple of Sacrificial Yuan, as the name suggests, is the temple where the holy master "Yuan" is sacrificed and enshrined.

Wearing a clean white robe, Yan Weilou stood quietly in the center of the temple, looking up at the blurred statue, slightly lost in thought.

"Sage Master Yuan...a character that only exists in mythology..."

There was some disbelief in his eyes.

"—I still have such a big background?"

"...Is what he said serious?"

No one could answer the doubts in his heart, so Yan Weilou simply sat down against the altar under the statue, with a nonchalant posture, and even touched a offered spiritual fruit, wiped it with his sleeve, and bit down with a "click" .

"Well, it's pretty sweet."

A maid who happened to pass by the entrance of the temple was stunned when she saw this scene.

You know, the priests who are regarded as gods by them have never allowed others to approach this temple at will, let alone be so presumptuous inside!

Don't look at Mr. Priest who is usually cold and indifferent, as if he doesn't have much emotion for anything, but when it comes to the affairs of the temple, he seems to be a different person, with unimaginable seriousness.The people in the temple who knew this very well never dared to touch him.

If it were someone else, she would have informed the priest long ago.But this young man who was brought into the temple by the priest himself was different.

In the past half a month, this boy has made an exception to the priest several times, it seems that all the rules of the temple do not count in front of him.What's the point of tasting a few tributes?

Yan Weilou finished eating a spiritual fruit in a few mouthfuls, then turned his head casually, as if he noticed the people outside the hall, he picked up another spiritual fruit and said, "Do you want to eat it?"

He smiled brightly.

But the maid froze in place as if she had seen a ghost.After a moment of silence, she quickly turned around and left in a hurry, deciding to pretend that she hadn't seen anything before, so she didn't have to worry about whether to report or not.

Yan Weilou was not surprised by her reaction at all, he seemed to have made a silly prank, smiled and withdrew his hand, and took another bite of the spiritual fruit, with a very comfortable gesture.

... If what Su Xinghan said is true, these things should have been given to him in the first place, then it wouldn't be too much for him to eat a few spirit fruits, right?

It has been half a month since I woke up. From the beginning, my mind was empty and I had no memory. Now I have memorized most of my common sense, and I have a general understanding of where I am.Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Yan Weilou memorized everything Su Xinghan told him in his mind.

He finally understood his current situation.

On this continent called Central China, the dynasty and the sect coexisted. Except for the cultivators, all the people in the secular world were under the rule of the Dayou Dynasty, which has lasted for nearly a thousand years.

Now the Yanwei Tower is the capital of the Great You Dynasty, and Su Xinghan, as the only priest in the Jiyuan Temple, has a special status in the Great You Dynasty.Therefore, even if he brought a person of unknown origin like Yan Weilou directly into the Jiyuan Temple, he was not stopped.

However, even though Su Xinghan didn't say anything, Yan Weilou knew that it must not be that simple behind it.Su Xinghan must have given him credit for being able to stay in Jiyuan Temple until now.

Thinking of this, Yan Weilou ate the spirit fruit in two bites, and the smile on his face faded.

He really couldn't wait to recover his lost memory, and he wanted to recover from his injuries as soon as possible.

——I don't know how fierce the battle he has experienced before, so that after eating so many natural materials and treasures from Su Xinghan, he has only recovered a small part of his injuries, and his soul has been seriously injured.

In fact, if Yan Weilou knew that he not only ate a bunch of natural materials and earth treasures, but also had a mouthful of precious original energy by Su Xinghan, it would be even more difficult to calm down.

What's more, besides him, there are four spirits who have also been washed clean——

Yan Weilou waved his sleeves, and the four spirits floated out from around him in an instant, suspended in mid-air.An illusory and fuzzy face can be seen vaguely, but the ethereal and almost transparent soul body can be seen to be seriously injured.

This is what he found shortly after waking up.

According to Yan Weilou's guess, these people should have been seriously injured at the same time as him, and then they came here together with their souls wrapped in his coercion.

Fortunately, Yan Weilou still maintains his good body, even if according to Su Xinghan, it has shrunk a lot compared to before.And these four souls, not only did not survive the physical body, but even the souls were seriously injured, almost turning into fools.

According to Yan Weilou, there must have been an extremely fierce battle before.And these four people may be his enemies, or his companions, and the most likely are passers-by with ordinary relationships.

Because, towards these few people, he has neither hostility nor any thought of getting close to them.

Seeing that it had something to do with himself before he lost his memory, Yan Weilou still picked up some scraps of natural materials and earth treasures left over from his own food, and warmed up these souls.

After half a month, they finally solidified a lot and recovered their normal minds, at least they can communicate.

"Do you have any impressions of past memories?"

Yan Weilou called them up unceremoniously.

Of course the four souls shook their heads in unison.

... Not to mention the past, they don't even know their own names.

Yan Weilou: "..."

Thinking of the state of carrying four souls with him at this time, a sentence came out of his head inappropriately: "Could it be that I am the protagonist who has four golden fingers?"

As soon as this sentence flashed by, Yan Weilou was taken aback, confused by his past memories: "...So, what does Grandpa Goldfinger mean?"

He always felt that his past self seemed to know a lot of strange knowledge.

Too lazy to delve into it, Yan Weilou gave the four spirits a simple and easy-to-remember title: "One, two, three, four, it happens to be the four spirits, from now on, I'll just call you 魑, Mei, Yao, and monster..."

He decided on the title without accepting rebuttals, turned his eyes around the four spirits, and began to think about what he could do with them.

Even if he doesn't have any memory now, the common sense instilled by Su Xinghan during this period of time is not useless.At least Yan Weilou has a clear understanding of the cultivation levels in the vast land of Shenzhou, and he has already discovered his own cultivation level.

And these four souls are also four heavenly beings.

I don't know if it was because Yan Weilou rescued them and brought them here together, but there seems to be some kind of connection between himself and these four spirits.Yan Weilou could sense that if he wanted to, he could easily inflict heavy damage on them with a single thought.

Heaven and man are saints, reborn with flesh and blood, and their souls are immortal.No matter how weak they are now, they will be able to recover sooner or later.At that time, it will be four heavenly thugs!

... With such a luxurious lineup, no matter how you think about it, he has made a lot of money!

Waving a few spirits back, and re-entering the state of accumulation, Yan Weilou fell into deep thought, and began to think about "a hundred ways to use tool people".

The four tool men ordered by him: "..."

·

After visiting the temple of "myself" on a whim, Yan Weilou found Su Xinghan: "Can you take me out for a walk? I want to see if I can remember anything."

...According to what Su Xinghan said, he suddenly appeared in front of him on the night of the Yuan Festival.And before that, the last time the two met was countless years ago, in the legendary ancient times.

After such a long separation, Yan Weilou didn't know what happened in the middle, and suddenly reappeared in front of Su Xinghan, still with a shrunken appearance... No matter how you think about it, this is not an ordinary thing.

In fact, Yan Weilou didn't expect to be able to restore any memory by walking around the street twice, but it was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.Obviously, if he lived in Youdu in the past, he wouldn't have waited until now to meet Su Xinghan.

The main reason was that he was tired of staying in the Temple of Primordial Origin.The feeling of being empty all the time was also uncomfortable, and he was eager to fill it with something.

Hearing his initiative to speak, Su Xinghan's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately in agreement: "Okay."

The two tidied up casually and went out.

Dayou has been established for nearly a thousand years, and many small problems have accumulated so far, which have become chronic problems that cannot be solved. Thirty years ago, several small vassal states attempted to break away from Dayou and establish their own state. Many big families that have been passed down for hundreds of years are dominant, and they obey the orders of the imperial court... There are obvious signs of turning from prosperity to decline.

But the high-end combat power of the Great You Dynasty is extraordinary, even surpassing the three holy places. Not only are there three heavenly beings in charge, but also Chaomu Sword, who claims to suppress the dragon veins of a country and can destroy a country without a sword, is guarding the capital. Therefore, on the surface, Dayou Tianxia is still as stable as Mount Tai.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Dayou King is probably one of the most peaceful cities in the world today, and the only cities that can be compared with it are probably the cities near the mountain gates of the three righteous holy places, but the latter are far less prosperous than the former .

The two of them passed through the crowd with a low-key and introverted aura around them, not attracting the slightest attention from others.

There are row upon row of buildings on both sides of the street, and in front of various lively shops, there are also various lanterns, sacrificial items, and even Nuo dance masks that have not been removed because the festival has not passed for a long time.

Because the evening is approaching, the streets are full of lights at this time, and there is still the atmosphere of the city.

Yan Weilou's eyes silently scanned the surroundings, and there was an illusion of strangeness but familiarity in a trance.It seems that he has really lived here for a long time, but the surrounding architectural layout looks so strange to him.

"Star, I want this!"

"...and this one is also good."

"Well, I still want this."

The body turned into a child, Yan Weilou didn't feel embarrassed at all, it seemed that even his mind was much more childish.He tugged at Su Xinghan's sleeves while walking and playing, with a bright smile on his face all the time.

To an observer in the dark, it seems too harmless.

While tugging at Su Xinghan's sleeve, Yan Weilou slightly raised his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling.In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that the younger brother is acting like a baby with his elder brother.

How could Su Xinghan resist such an attack? This was the first time he had seen such a novel side of Yan Weilou. He was like a faint king who was bewitched by a demon concubine.

"Well, enough is enough."

He casually took the mask he bought from a nearby stall, and Yan Weilou put it on his face.The left half is like a demon, and the right half is like a fairy or a god.A black and gold intertwined mask covered his face, covering the overly bright smile on his lips, but showing an indescribable mystery.

He smiled slightly.

"If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will spend all your money."

Su Xinghan shook his head: "Don't be afraid, it will be enough for another 100 years, if it is not enough, I will ask the royal family for it."

He said it with confidence and righteousness.

Even Yan Weilou was silent for a moment.

The two of them walked and chatted like this. In fact, they were all nonsense that they thought was a waste of time on weekdays, but they didn't realize it at all at this time.I don't think these nonsense are boring, on the contrary, they are very interested, and the chat is very speculative, and the tone is full of joy.

After they walked into the private room of the restaurant together and confirmed that the soundproofing formation was activated, Yan Weilou casually glanced at the direction he came from behind: "... Who was the one who followed us all the way?"

He sat lazily on the chair, with an undetectable arc hanging on the corner of his lips:

"A member of the Dayou royal family?"

Su Xinghan nodded, a look of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

"I said long ago that they are not allowed to spy on the whereabouts." There was a slight chill in his tone, "It seems that some people didn't take my words to heart."

Especially when Yan Weilou was involved this time, Su Xinghan was even more annoyed.If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to affect the mood of the two of them just now, he would have settled with the other party long ago.

"Don't worry about this little thing..."

Even though he didn't have the slightest memory of Su Xinghan, Yan Weilou was inexplicably unprepared for this person, and unexpectedly relaxed around him.

He tasted a piece of pastry slowly, his eyes narrowed.Seeing that Su Xinghan was still annoyed, he stretched out his hand to pick up another piece, leaned forward, and quickly stuffed the snow-white pastry into Su Xinghan's mouth.

The tone is like coaxing a child:

"Okay, don't be angry. Try it, it tastes good."

Su Xinghan opened his mouth slightly, a piece of soft pastry was stuffed into his mouth unexpectedly.

He stayed there for a second, subconsciously stretched out his tongue, and at the same time as the sweet smell of the pastry spread from the tip of his tongue, he seemed to have licked something...

His ears turned red.

After realizing what happened, Su Xinghan's expression became even more confused. He subconsciously tilted his head to look at Yan Weilou, his cheeks were slightly puffed up with the pastry in his mouth, his eyes were still a little dazed, and there was no trace of his usual indifference.

Looking at his appearance, Yan Weilou subconsciously stretched out that wet finger, poked his bulging cheek, and immediately frowned with a smile.

……

On the way back, Su Xinghan felt a little sullen.

He thought that Yan Weilou's appearance looks much smaller than him now, and it should be because the other party let him "bully", but he didn't expect that it was him who was "teasing" miserably.This made Su Xinghan a little uneasy and depressed.

It is true that many years ago, a certain spirit of heaven and earth was born, and was indeed raised by a young man as a child, and taught him all the common sense of human beings... But for some reason, since the reunion, Su Xinghan did not want to In the other party's mind, he is still the naive, ignorant and young spirit of heaven and earth in the past.

He objected to it for no reason.

Thinking of this, Su Xinghan's soft lips were tightly pressed into a line, his face was stretched hard, and the curvature of his lips was flattened as much as possible.It looks like an "I'm super angry" look.But out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but quietly glance at Yan Weilou beside him.

With Yan Weilou's powerful spiritual sense, he naturally took in all his small movements.

Yan Weilou: "..."

...It's too much, the content of cuteness exceeds the standard.

A sentence suddenly jumped out of his empty mind, Yan Weilou vaguely remembered that it should be some kind of sweet drink, so now he couldn't help but feel a little sweetness in his heart.

He couldn't help laughing.

The author has something to say: Obviously, this is 800 years ago by the vortex of time and space.

...It has something to do with the general outline of Butian Jue.