God, he quietly likes this seat

Yan Huaizhou had already hid far enough, and Zhong Ling did not chase after him.

Anyway, there was no other place to go for the time being, so he wandered until dark, randomly stopped in a small town and found an inn to stay overnight, intending to have a good sleep and refresh himself.

But lying on the bed until late at night, he realized in horror——that Zhong Ling's face was spinning all over his head.

He really shouldn't have met Zhong Ling again.

In this frightened late night, he actually felt a little lonely and depressed.

A long sigh.

……

Speaking of the grievances and entanglements between him and Zhong Ling for decades, there have been countless versions of legends circulating in the Nine Provinces. Among them, the most well-known ones are roughly the following three: [-]. When Yan Wanfeng was apprenticed to his teacher, the Sword Master Jingyun Mo Shuhe had once asserted that he was highly talented and had a wicked mind, so he had taken precautions and developed a special magic weapon to contain him.

After the fall of Jingyun Sword Saint, this mysterious magic weapon is in the hands of his elder brother Zhong Ling - so this demon has to be afraid, and fears the Qingzhi Shenjun.

[-]. Yan Wanfeng is surly and rebellious by nature, and he will retaliate. When others see him, they are like avoiding snakes and scorpions. Only Zhong Ling has been friends with him since childhood, and he is willing to treat him sincerely.Over the years, not only has he followed behind to clean up one mess after another for him, but he has also worked hard, disciplined and taught, but unfortunately he failed to stop him from going astray.

Although Yan Wanfeng was frenzied, he was ashamed of the kindness he had given to Qing Zhishenjun for many years-so he really felt ashamed to see him again.

[-]. Yan Wanfeng's eyes are above the top, and he has never been willing to be inferior to others, but has been overwhelmed by Zhong Ling time and time again in more than ten years.Later, he slaughtered the sky and was escorted by Zhong Ling to the Buzhou Mountain to kill the demons with his own hands. He narrowly escaped death, and the so-called breaking out of the formation and fleeing in a hurry were just expedient measures.

This guy must have ulterior motives, and only wait for the magic skill to be perfect, and then take revenge after being safe-the reason why he hasn't reported it until now is that the time has not come.

All in all, Zhong Ling is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, and Yan Huaizhou is the evil god that everyone can get and punish.He was planted in Zhong Ling's hands, what a blessing in the world, the heavens have eyes!

about these rumors

"Fart!" Yan Huaizhou said.

He couldn't help touching the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

Some secrets, apart from him and Zhong Ling, no third person will ever know.

Buzhou Mountain's Demon Killing Dao should have been his burial place, and he should have suffered all kinds of swords piercing his heart in the Demon Subduing Formation, only waiting for his soul to die in ninety-nine and eighty-one days.

The Soul Devouring Sword Formation in the Demon Subduing Formation really lived up to its reputation, piercing the heart, and in the last few days, his altar was almost collapsed, and he was in a daze, unable to remember anything clearly.

He only remembered that when he woke up again, he was sleeping in the secret passage of Zhong Ling's room.

Speaking of which, he was the one who dug the secret passage.

When he was studying art with Zhong Ling in Yuluan Palace, every time he went to Muxiu, he would stick to Zhong Ling and go to Buzhou Mountain to play with him. One thing is not spread under the eyes of parents and teachers.

Once he told Zhong Ling that he was often locked up at home, so he simply dug a secret passage in the room, which was very convenient for him to sneak out to play.

Zhong Ling rolled his eyes at him, saying that he would never have to worry about such a day.But he was in high spirits at the time, and Zhong Ling refused to dig, so he did it himself, and Zhong Ling didn't bother to bother him if he stopped him, so he let him go—anyway, this secret way would never come in handy.

Only a few times when he stayed here, he got up in the middle of the night and dragged Zhong Ling to slip through the tunnel in the secret room to fish in the back mountain.

Zhong Ling often went reluctantly, and would just stand on the shore and scold him for messing around all day long.But after he worked so hard to grill the fish, Zhong Ling always ate more than him.

This is Zhong Ling that only he—— can see.

When Yan Huaizhou woke up in the secret passageway, his face was confused. Before he got up and took a step, he was tripped by Zhong Ling who was sleeping at his feet.

This incident has always puzzled him.

The sky was full of corpses, and the whole mountain was stained red with blood.Zhong Linggang was upright and upright, he hated evil like a vengeful, and couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes. Since he was captured by himself, there was absolutely no reason to save him again.

What's more, at that time, the entire Xianmen family already knew that he had obtained the inheritance of the Ninth Demon Venerable.

The Ninth Demon Lord, as the former strongest person in the demon world, has a great reputation.According to legend, after his death, he left behind a sacred fire of the netherworld, which was practiced with the true essence of his own life, and the immortal magic art created by him was sealed inside.

Everyone in the Devil Realm has been searching for it for many years without success, but by coincidence, he got it.

How could Zhong Ling be willing to leave such a disaster in the world.

He couldn't even figure out why Zhong Ling was here, and why he was sleeping like this.

But at that time, he might have been backlashed by the devilish energy, and he couldn't fully control his mind; maybe it was because the Lingtai was unstable, and he was dazed by the sea of ​​blood and deep vengeance.

——In short, Yan Huaizhou knew it well, with Zhong Ling's temperament, it was impossible to walk side by side with him in the future.

This realization really made him feel extremely regretful and extremely desolate.

So before running for his life, he planned to give himself one last thought, so he secretly pecked Zhong Ling's lips quickly.

He can swear, swear!Tiandi testified that he was about to leave after kissing this, but Zhong Ling opened his mouth again at such a terrible time, and shouted in a daze: "Wait the wind."

Zhong Ling would call him to win the wind only on rare occasions when he had to be patted down.But at such a charming and private moment, it seems to be responding to him.Yan Huaizhou's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and the result of the explosion was that he kissed her again regardless.

However, sadly, because he was too forgetful, he didn't find out when Zhong Ling woke up.

When he finally recovered from the chaos, Zhong Ling's pale cheeks had almost turned purple, and he lifted his foot and kicked him off his body heavily.

Those beautiful eyes were round and red with anger, and they spewed fire outward.Zhong Ling stared at him viciously, gritting his teeth with every word: "Yan, Huai, Zhou! What are you doing?!"

He fell off Zhong Ling in a panic, and ran along the secret passage he dug, rolling and crawling.

Zhong Ling did not chase after him.

Yan Huaizhou turned over countless times on the bed, and before falling asleep, he was still thinking - why didn't Zhong Ling chase after him?

……

Yan Huaizhou had a beautiful dream with unspeakable memories, and when he woke up the next day, he was suddenly blessed.

He's really -- he doesn't want to hide anymore.

Yan Huaizhou knew best that Zhong Ling looked very gentle and humble on the surface, but in fact he was arrogant and awe-inspiring, and he didn't even bother to rely on external things for tricks.Therefore, apart from the Tinglan Sword that he himself sacrificed at the Lingtai, it is only necessary, and he never carries other magic weapons with him.

During the years when they traveled the world together, no matter how many coveted magic weapons they got, Zhong Ling gave him all of them.

He was willing to come to Juling Mountain this time to go through the troubled waters of the treasure hunt, just because he was afraid that this thing would be taken away by the demon world, and war would inevitably break out again.Yan Huaizhou's ears got callused after hearing the rhetoric of protecting the common people.

He didn't think there was any point in fighting like this, and he didn't have the slightest interest in adding luster to the demon world.

What if...

——What if he stays and follows Zhong Ling?

Stay, follow him, and help him get the treasure that was born in Juling Mountain this time - it can be regarded as avoiding the reappearance of the misery of life in the world.

Even if Zhong Ling didn't say anything, he would definitely be grateful to him.In this way, the old grievances of the past will be wiped out.

What's more, in this way, he no longer has to hide from Zhong Ling carelessly in the future!

The more Yan Huaizhou thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He couldn't wait any longer, jumped up from the bed, and couldn't wait to turn back to Juling Mountain.

·

There are countless peaks and forests in Juling Mountain, and looking for someone aimlessly is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Yan Huaizhou searched vigorously on the mountain for a long time, but he couldn't see even half of Zhong Ling.

He was tired from walking, so he simply sat cross-legged on a road, and thought: Rather than looking for it himself, it is better to let someone else look for it for him.

First, someone did the errands, and second, he gained face—who said he was really afraid of Zhong Ling? !

Yan Huaizhou sat on the road happily, wanting to applaud his wit.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before the first wave of monks passed by.He couldn't help but happily put up one leg and greeted them: "Hi! How are you?"

There were seven monks in this line, four men and three women. Suddenly seeing a person sitting in front of them, they all clenched the weapons in their hands warily and looked him up and down.

——The young man in front of him is carrying a pitch-black Mo Dao, with a few loops of ordinary hemp rope wrapped around the handle.His clothes were just ordinary black with arrow sleeves, nothing special.

In particular, it was him.

His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, his nose was straight, and his eyebrows were sharp.A pair of slightly upturned eyes are bright like a sharp blade quenched. They should have a golden and jade-like appearance, but a bright red and strange blood mole has appeared under the corner of the left eye, which vividly outlines a stern face. A bit evil.

Facing their vigilant gazes, this person put down his long leg, and changed to a more comfortable position and leaned on the ground.

A leading man took the lead and asked, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way!"

Yan Huaizhou smiled at him friendly, but did not answer, but held up his slender palm, and a black flame burst out from the palm.

The man was somewhat knowledgeable, his pupils shrank immediately, and he said in horror: "You are--the Shaxue Demon Lord?!"

Yan Huaizhou smiled: "Yes, it is me."

His Nether Fire is much more recognizable than himself.But it’s true—the world has simply passed down the Shaxue Demon Lord as a monster who eats people and doesn’t spit out bones. Anyone who sees this handsome face for the first time can believe that he is the indifferent and cruel demon in the rumors Where is the head?

Everyone looked terrified, screaming one after another, and scattered like birds and beasts.One of the young men did not forget to shout loudly while running: "The Lord Qingzhi is here!

——The roar startled the birds and almost deafened Yan Huaizhou's ears.

The Nether Fire shot out immediately, blocking all their escape routes, Yan Huaizhou smiled and said: "Don't rush away. Little brother, come here! I think your voice is quite loud, why don't you fill the mountain to replace it?" Let me yell, how about letting Qingzhi Shenjun come here to find me?"

The boy's face was full of childishness, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.He looked at Yan Huaizhou suspiciously: "Are you willing to let us go? You...you heard the name Qing Zhi Shenjun and you were about to run away, why did you ask him to come to you now?"

"Hanado Shu, don't go there!"

The leading man grabbed the young man, "Don't you know that this Shaxue Demon Lord is a smiling tiger? Don't be fooled by his appearance! ——As soon as you get close, he will kill you immediately on the spot!"

Yan Huaizhou tutted his head and shook his head: "It's boring people like you who spread rumors all day long, and I'm not a pervert."

The boy named Hua Daoshu tilted his head to look at him, and felt that he didn't look like he was about to violently kill someone, so he yelled at him suspiciously: "Hey! Do you really want me to help you call Qingzhi?" The god is coming? Then...then I'm really going!"

Yan Huaizhou said with satisfaction: "It's not too bad. Hurry up and go!" After saying that, he withdrew the Netherfire that sealed all directions, and sighed on his back: "Ah! How invincible is--lonely!"

"You don't want to die, hurry up and go!"

The people at the side grabbed Hua Daoshu, who was still about to talk, and dragged him away. After a long distance, he heard Yan Huaizhou shouting loudly behind him: "Remember-to-help-me-find-someone- -ah--"