Six Realms Love Robbery

It's Zixian.

With her arms crossed and her sleeves rolled up halfway to her arms, Zixian was cooking breakfast as usual.

She turned her head and saw Jian Xinghe, and immediately called him in, "Hey! Xinghe, you came just in time, help me find the spoon!"

"Oh," Jian Xinghe moved the dog's tail grass up and down in his mouth, and walked into the kitchen shaking his head.

He put down the sword in his hand, rummaged through it, and asked Zixian, "Aunt Zixian, how did they discuss last night? Is there a way to break the extreme sky thunder punishment array?"

"What kind of thunder formation?" Zixian looked puzzled.

"Extreme Thunder Punishment Formation, that old bastard Yi Junxing did it, his mind is really bad... Oh, I'll go! Aunt Zixian, why are you hitting me?" After being slapped by Zixian, he covered his head and said aggrievedly.

Zixian crossed her waist and reprimanded angrily, "Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about? How dare you call your Uncle Junxing an old bastard, and you are so wicked. You took the wrong medicine today?"

Jian Xinghe looked at Zixian in surprise, spit out the dogtail grass with a puff, and said seriously, "Aunt Zixian, what's wrong with you? Didn't you see it at the Nine Heavens Magic Thunder Tower yesterday? Yi Junxing him Destroy the world! Now the masters of the four realms are gathered under the pagoda, racking their brains to find a way to ascend to the sky!"

"You kid! It's getting more and more outrageous the more you talk, it's just crazy..." Zixian was so angry that he picked up the broom and slapped his ass hard, "How can there be any expert in the four realms who can reach the sky, I think You are dreaming and talking nonsense, go to the river to wash your face and wake up, go!"

"..." Jian Xinghe was speechless for a while, picked up the sword and walked out inexplicably.

Before he left, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the half-length spoon protruding from under the lid of the pot by the side of the stove, picked it up and handed it to Zixian, "Hey, Aunt Zixian, here is the spoon!"

Zixian snatched the spoon away.

Jian Xinghe walked slowly towards the river, and at the corner where he descended the stone steps, he saw the little white cat he was feeding.

The little white cat meowed obediently at him and squatted down.

"Huh? Why are you here today? Don't you like the riverside? Oh, yes, I forgot to feed you." Jian Xinghe ran back to the kitchen again, and while Zixian was not paying attention, he squeezed a little salty The dried fish ran back and threw it to the little white cat.

The little white cat meowed, picked up the little fish and ran away.

On the way to the river, we passed Wusi Pavilion, which is a row of quiet and elegant quaint buildings, built next to the mountain, and facing the sun against the mountain is a row of bedrooms where disciples live.

Under the window, where moss and white stones alternate, there are several wild chrysanthemums growing.

Jian Xinghe walked along a winding path in the bamboo forest, and just came under a window, when suddenly, the window opened, and a basin of water splashed out from inside, all poured on the top of his head, and half of his shoulder was wet .

"Ouch! Who is it!" Jian Xinghe wiped the water from his face and shouted into the sky.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I just finished washing my feet, and I didn't notice there was someone below, hehehe..." Jian Weizong stretched his neck, holding an empty basin in his hand, and said with a playful smile as he leaned against the window.

"You!—You're not..." Jian Xinghe stared round, pointed at Jian Weizong, and shouted in disbelief.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Jian Weizong looked down at himself inexplicably, and then stared at Jian Xinghe with wide eyes.

"Isn't your physical body destroyed?" Jian Xinghe asked strangely.

"It's just that your body has been destroyed, you dare to curse me, brother, you want to seek death!" Jian Weizong counterattacked unceremoniously.

"..." Jian Xinghe turned around, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at the window.

Jianwei Zong was alive, curled his lips in disdain, turned the wooden basin upside down on his right finger, turned the wooden basin with his right hand, hummed a little song and went back into the house, "...Touch it, touch a gentleman like a jade face, Second touch, touch Feiyang into the temples to trim eyebrows, third touch, touch cinnabar to smudge the thin lip line, fourth touch, touch the collarbone and jade shoulders... Haoerlang, it's so beautiful, even if you are hacked to death, you have to touch it all over, oh ~~~"

Jian Xinghe stared at it for a while, was stunned for a while, and continued to walk towards the river.

Under a row of pine trees by the river, the ice and snow have just melted, and a white figure on the bluestone beach has just finished washing, and is walking back with a wooden basin. It is Yi Qingchen.

He saw Jian Xinghe from afar and asked, "Hey, Xinghe, which drawer did you put the "Bai Dan Lian Jing" that I lent you to read two days ago? Why didn't I find it after searching for a long time?"

"Oh... let me think about it..." Jian Xinghe scratched his scalp and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of it, so he could only say, "I forgot too, I will look it up for you later."

"Okay, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Yi Qingchen muttered, and left without looking back, "I'll go to the Qingxia faction in the afternoon to discuss something with their head, and I won't be back until two days later. Put it on my table."

"Okay..." Jian Xinghe became more and more wrong, "No, Uncle! Isn't the head of the Qingxia faction here at the Nine Heavens Huan Lei Tower, and everyone solves the extreme sky thunder punishment array? There is only one month left. , let’s not kill that old bastard Yi Junxing again... Ahhh, I’ll go! Uncle, why are you hitting me on the head?”

Being beaten twice in one day, Jian Xinghe was completely speechless.

"What kind of extreme thunder punishment array, what a month, and call your Uncle Jun Xing such an old bastard, how decent! Go wash your face!" Yi Qingchen reprimanded a few words in a low voice, and walked away with a wooden basin.

Jian Xinghe stroked the back of his head, was stunned for a moment, didn't even bother to wash his face, and ran to the Nine Heavens Huanlei Pagoda like crazy.

The tower was empty, not even a human figure.

The tower body was intact, tens of thousands of meters above the sky, and occasionally a few thunder and lightning came from the gray clouds.

Everything is so ordinary, so beautiful, so peaceful, exactly as usual.There is no extreme sky thunder punishment array, no panicked and frightened immortal cultivators, no divine seal, and no crisis...

...What the hell is going on! ...

Jian Xinghe was completely confused.

His Erzhang monk was puzzled, with a puzzled expression on his face, he walked back inexplicably, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around, staring at the Nine Heavens Magic Lightning Pagoda viciously.

The Nine Heavens Illusory Lightning Tower still stood there quietly as before, without any change, not even the slightest sign of trouble.

Jian Xinghe rushed back and saw the living Jian Xingdao, passing by him with his usual expression, without changing his face and heartbeat, he nodded slightly to salute him, and then walked towards the direction of the practice field as usual.

What surprised him even more was that he saw Yi Junxing and the two elders exchanging a few words of pleasant smiles, said goodbye, and went back to their houses.

Everything is so harmonious and peaceful, and there is no slight difference from his daily life scenes from childhood to adulthood.

"I saw a ghost, did I have a dream before?" Jian Xinghe muttered.

Could it be... I really had a long dream?

... If this is really the case, then this dream is too real, it is so real and terrifying...

... Xiao Long'er, Jian Lingtian, Blood Sea Demon Dragon, Luo Xiu, Ji Du... When did this dream start, and which one of them actually existed? ...

...It's terrible, it's weird, what's going on! ——

……

In Yi Qingchen's bedroom, Jian Xinghe talked about everything including Mu Longjue and Jian Lingtian, spitting and blushing.

"Hahaha, Xinghe, you told such a wonderful story, how could such a thing happen."

Yi Qingchen packed his luggage and said with a smile, "Mu Longjue, I've never heard of him. As for Ling Tian, ​​a villain... Hey! I really don't want to mention him now, he is a bastard , is simply a scum in the school, a negative teaching material! Every time I think of it, it makes me sad, and I have nightmares..."

"But, uncle, I always feel that all of this is true, I can't figure out why it is like this!" Jian Xinghe blushed and argued with a thick neck, desperately trying to make Yi Qingchen believe his words.

"Okay." Yi Qingchen put the dharma bag on his waist, picked up the long sword, and patted Jian Xinghe's shoulder, "I see that you have been practicing too hard for the past two days, and you have hallucinations from exhaustion. You should pay attention Drink plenty of water and rest, don't push yourself too hard, I'm leaving."

After all, Yi Qingchen pushed open the door and walked out.

Jian Xinghe frowned, pouted, swayed back into the room, flung off his shoes and wanted to lie down on the bed, but unexpectedly, his toes touched something under the bed, and he kicked it out to see,

"Baidan Alchemy Sutra".

In the early morning, a crisp and melodious bird call woke Jian Xinghe up.

The slightly cool sunlight shone on the bed, Jian Xinghe slowly opened his eyes, slowly got up from the bed, covered his mouth and yawned.

Opening the door and looking out, everything is peaceful as usual.In the distance, the direction of the Nine Heavens Illusory Lightning Tower is faintly visible, deserted.Several disciples walking in the forest looked calm and walked steadily.

It turned out that I really had a very long and wonderful dream before.

Without Xiaolonger, and without those happy or thrilling experiences, they are all just illusions.

In the future, after all, I have to return to an ordinary life.

Jian Xinghe put his hands on the door panel on the left and right, his left leg rested on the ground, his right leg swayed back and forth, lazily looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, with undulating peaks and hills, raised his eyebrows, and looked lonely.

He swayed past the kitchen door with his sword in his arms, and heard another complaint from inside.

"Really! I don't know where Yunxin threw the spoon after steaming the steamed buns yesterday. I can't find it anyway..." Zixian was still with her hips on her hips, her sleeves rolled up to half her arms, and she was very angry Rifle things out.

Jian Xinghe froze with a blank expression.

"Hey! Xinghe, you came just in time, help me find the spoon!" When Zixian turned around, she saw Jian Xinghe standing at the door in a daze,