After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Yan Lin was stunned for a while, his expression was a little blank and a little surprised, and then he seemed to be deliberating these two words carefully, and it took him a long time to digest them.

In my mind, there was a certain person's cold appearance, those pair of empty eyes.

The demon...he...

He smiled awkwardly and politely.

"I think you must have misunderstood, let's not talk about a person like Master, who is cold-hearted and indifferent, and has been in the world for a hundred years. How can he easily give birth to distracting thoughts after going through all kinds of events, and even if he really has demons as you said, how could he be I."

He is not that important to that person.

Facing his calm and clear-cut attitude, Cheng Shuang didn't sit back and talk to him at all, but just talked to himself.

"After the junior brother's realm fell, his soul was damaged too much. Even though the few of us made daily offerings based on cultivation, it was still not enough. We could only let him retreat in the innate Hunyuan formation to cultivate his soul, but..." He said for a while Suddenly, in the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed a trace of self-blame.

"But we don't know when he was born with demons. After retreating, let him take advantage of it. When we wanted to check it, it was too late. His consciousness has been trapped and he has fallen into endless demons. If things go on like this, his consciousness will be swallowed up in the innate primordial formation, and the consequences will be disastrous."

In the catastrophe of the Antarctic Fairy Sea, An Huaiting's wolfish ambition still has juniors who can fight against him, but if the juniors are controlled by the heart demons and become a bloodthirsty demon cultivator, then there will be no one in the entire Zhongtian Realm to be his opponent, thousands of creatures At stake.

"We have exhausted all methods, even entering the ice chamber enchantment he retreated. Since external forces cannot break through, we can only solve it by the root of everything."

Having said that, Cheng Shuang turned around and looked at him with vicissitudes but wise eyes, the meaning expressed in it was self-evident.

They can't fix it, they can only go to the root, and he is that root.

If it is true as he said, the inner demon was born by him, then others may not be able to enter that enchantment, but he may be able to, this is like a natural birth relationship, given him cause and effect, the inner demon will naturally want him closeness.

Only by getting close to the inner demon can there be a chance to get rid of him.

And he is equivalent to Shi Yuan's last chance before being taken over by the heart demon.

Seeing his pensive look, Cheng Shuang's eyes were heavy: "I don't care about the matters between you, but the younger brother can't have anything."

Such sharpness, such a lofty feeling, but in the heaviness, there is unconcealed concern.

Suddenly, Yan Lin smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curved up, and the smile in his bright eyes was not as deep as his eyes, and there was even a trace of undisguised indifference and hatred.

"Why do you think I'll help him?"

Cheng Shuang frowned, his eyes froze, a little surprised, the emotions and complexity in these eyes were as deep as a thick fog, didn't all the cause and effect start from the day of accepting apprentices?Is there anything else he doesn't know?

But Chengshuang is always Chengshuang, protecting the calf as always.

"Although the old man is here to visit, I do ask for your advice, but I don't necessarily ask for your opinion."

The subtext is very clear.

It's not good to be soft, even if it is hard, he will take him back today.

After the Battle of Antarctic Immortal Sea, each sect suffered heavy losses. The original three-legged rivalry has become the dominant faction. If the head of the Changtian Sword Sect wants to take away someone, even if he is the new master of the Haoran Immortal Mansion, It's really not difficult.

Yan Lin was not afraid at all.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I won't go, but I have one condition."

Cheng Shuang stroked his beard and asked in a deep voice.

"What conditions."

Yan Lin stood up, looking straight at the elder in front of him, with a cold expression: "Removing the master-student contract, I have nothing to do with him in the future, and you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Originally, he planned to take some time to find that person to touch this troublesome thing on his body, but today the headmaster came to the door to save some trouble.

After so many things, he no longer wants to have anything to do with the past. Since two years ago, he has decided to really live again. He wants to guard the Haoran Immortal Mansion, and even more importantly, he wants to live this life completely. In his life, he will make up for all the regrets one by one.

He knew that that person had never hurt him in this life, Fenghuang Lin, the man in black, Tian Jiangzhu, etc., and even... tried his best to protect him, found the culprit and killed him by the sword, all the merits and demerits Liang Qing, this time, it was the last thing he would do for that person before pulling away.

Cheng Shuang narrowed his eyes.

In today's world, there are countless people who want to be his junior disciples, but now they want to get rid of him again and again. I don't know whether to say it is ignorance or naivety.

However, he wanted it so much that he would save trouble later on.

"Okay, the old man promises you."

If there is no accident, when the inner demon is solved, the master-student contract will naturally disappear.

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Looking up, there are clouds and mist, and the distant mountains and near mountains are confused. There are countless moths flapping their wings in the clouds in the thousands of ravines. The waves of the sea of ​​clouds are like a fantasy in a dream. Like a dragon holding its head high, its momentum is extraordinary.

Yan Lin stood at the waist of the peak, his clothes were whipped by the strong wind, as if he would fly up like a blue butterfly.

Once again, he stood on this familiar mountain peak, looking down at the bottomless black abyss, and the ice room where Shi Yuan retreated was right below, he looked around and saw that there was no one there, It's just faint sword energy and hostility overflowing.

The power of deterrence has spread to this point, and the situation inside must be even more unoptimistic.

suddenly!

A burst of warmth between his brows interrupted his contemplation, and a powerful suction pulled him in without giving him any reaction.

After a moment of weightlessness, the person landed slowly.

After closing his eyes and opening them again, the huge space was completely dark, and the boundless darkness gave people a sense of suffocation.

There is a complicated magic circle under the feet, which is shining brightly, and the cold breath penetrates into the soles of the feet through the soles. There are bursts of cold, extremely cold, and a beam of light falls from a high place, as if a hole has been dug in the lonely darkness , sitting cross-legged under the light alone.

Zhewu was inserted on the ground in front of him, the black jade-like surface refracted light, the chill was fierce, and there was scattered sword intent around it, and the white hair of that person was scattered, his face was reflected between light and darkness, the bright side It seems to be covered with a thin layer of veil by the cold moonlight, giving people an untouchable sense of illusion.

The dark side is also like a ghost in the night, mysterious and unpredictable.

The white hair fell on the sharp-edged chin, and he happened to stand in front of him, looking down at him like this, the whole person was holy and vain, like a celestial being.

Yan Lin's gaze sank slightly, and he raised his hand to touch between his brows, and the burning sensation that had just appeared suddenly disappeared.

According to what the head said before, they tried many times but no one could come in, but he was automatically pulled in by the barrier. It should be the sword pattern between his eyebrows that gave the barrier an illusion.

Thinking about it, he turned his gaze to the person in front of him again.

After a while, Yan Lin frowned slightly.

Surrounding him is a layer of extremely unstable sword energy, sharp, vicious, eager to try...

He stayed with this person for a long time, and the aura on his body was always stable and peaceful, as cool and moist as a pool of water, but he didn't expect that because of the inner demon, it would become so gloomy and terrifying, sharp and biting.

But what is even more strange is that there is no spiritual power fluctuation on his body...

Could it be that at the last moment he sensed the demons entering his body, forcibly shielded his consciousness, bound himself in a body, cut off all the surrounding senses, closed himself and trapped the demons at the same time, and the breath of the demons It leaks out from here.

And under such a gloomy atmosphere, he looked like a demon imprisoned.

Yan Lin looked at him with a flash of confusion, and then approached him slowly without hesitation, with very light steps, and stopped when the distance between the two was only half an arm's length away, bent slightly, and raised his hand to push him away. White hair covering the side of the face.

The familiar face was completely exposed in front of his eyes, as cold as ice and snow.

suddenly!

The closed eyes snapped open!

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared blankly at him.

Yan Lin's hands froze in the air, as if he was taken aback by this empty and indifferent gaze.

Before he could react, he lost consciousness in an instant, as if he had been sucked into some vortex.

.........

A burst of strong light hit his face, and there was a black and white feeling on his eyelids, and there was also the sound of howling wind, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw stunned him.

The green trees are quiet, the flowers and plants are overgrown, and a path winds down. At the end of the path is a green bamboo forest. The corner of a house can be vaguely seen in the gaps between the straight and messy bamboo poles. The stream flows down from both sides of the path, warm The brilliance of the sun sprinkled on it, and it was full of vitality, and the humid air was filled with a dry and salty taste.

This familiar feeling, familiar place.

This is Fengming Mountain.

The place where he and Shi Yuan first met.

He lowered his head in surprise, looked at his palms, opened them and then clenched them. The touch in his hands was clear. In the past, he could only exist in the form of a spirit body, but this time he was not only sentient but also a physical body. Obviously, it should be An illusion created by Shi Yuan.

Raise your head and look towards the faint corner of the house ahead, will Shi Yuan be inside?

Yan Lin thought about it.

At this time.

The hand was suddenly held.

A person stood gently behind him.

The tall body is very close, and there is no strange distance between strangers. There is a gap that can't reach a fist, and it seems that he is about to be embraced from behind. Almost instantly, he smells a familiar cold fragrance, Qingming is thick, he glanced at the hand holding him, the root is like jade, even the best sculptor can't touch it.

Put away that trace of stiffness.

He knows who it is.

So Yan Lin turned around and looked at the man in front of him.

The pitch-black black hair was bound by a silver crown, her face was as white as jade, and her dark pupils had a slight silver glow, making her look even deeper. The cold light in her eyes added a bit of indifference to people, with a tall nose bridge, The well-defined lips and the slightly raised corners of the mouth seem to be in joy.

He said, "Didn't you go back? You came back so soon?"

go back?

Oh, yes, at that time he wanted to go back to Haoran Immortal Mansion to tell his father what happened between them, but then he lost his memory.

So this illusion is after he left, but he didn't expect it to be here.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, the person in front asked again: "He agreed?"

Yan Lin looked at Shi Yuan, who was completely different from other people in peacetime, and thought about it. After all, this was in the illusion created by him. If he confronted him, he might be backlashed. To be on the safe side, it's better to follow his wishes.

So he smiled.

"Well, yes."

Shi Yuan hugged him into his arms, and wrapped his arms around his waist and back with force, following this force, Yan Lin's head rested against his firm chest.

Lin Xin missed a beat.

The body also froze.

The voice of the other party fell above him.

"Great."

This is in his illusion, the time has only been less than a few days, they are still happy with each other, but for him, it has been a few lifetimes, and things have changed between them.

And seeing the cold Shi Yuan too much, such a gentle and intimate person really made him a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but put his hands on his chest, and distanced himself a little.

But he still imitated himself in that memory, and said with a smile: "Then let's go back first."

Shi Yuan gave some strength: "Okay."

But when he returned to the wooden house in the mountain stream, Yan Lin felt even more cramped. He was the one who stalked and stalked people in Fengming Mountain back then.

At that time, he was young, ignorant and thick-skinned. If he were to pretend to be like that now, he might have to vomit to death here first.

He stood in the middle of the room, neither sitting nor standing, but like a wooden stake.

Seeing him like this, Shi Yuan walked up to him, dragged him to the table and sat down.

"What's the matter, is there something on your mind?"

Yan Lin turned sideways unobtrusively, and smiled: "It's okay, maybe I'm tired from running back and forth."

Shi Yuan frowned slightly, with a worried expression flashing across his face, he took his hand and put it on the table, his cold fingertips landed on his wrist.

After a while, his expression eased.

"It's nothing, it's just that the spiritual power is consumed a bit too much. After all, you are only at the golden core stage now, and the spiritual power in the dantian is not very abundant. In the future, you can use less spiritual power if you can use the weapon for everything."

After speaking, the two fingers were put together, and the fingertips condensed with fluorescence, and the spiritual power was being poured into his body from afar.

This time, Yan Lin didn't break free.

He had forgotten that at that time he was just a boy of the Golden Core stage, even though he was brought in with the cultivation base of later generations, he was always in the Golden Core stage in his memory, if there was any deviation from the memory He is bound to make corrections.

So he picked up his cultivation base to find out.

Unsurprisingly, a golden elixir hangs in the elixir's belly.

Moreover, it was an extremely unstable golden elixir, mainly because at that time he was focused on playing, and he didn't care about his daily cultivation at all. Those who could use medicine heaps would never practice, and those who could use spirit stones to refine aura would never collect them, so In the end, his foundation will be so loose and loose, not as steady as the later generations.

So he pretended to be the same as before, withdrew his hand embarrassingly, with a look of embarrassment after being punctured and unstable: "I... I know... I just forgot in a moment of anxiety."

Shi Yuan smiled, his eyes were soft: "It's okay, when you practice in the future, I will help you to spend some time on the sidelines, and you can regain your foundation within ten years."

Yan Lin nodded, and after saying "oh," he didn't say anything.

At this time, Shi Yuan stood up: "Then you rest for a while, I will go to the back mountain to pick some spiritual herbs and come back."

Yan Lin nodded again, thinking that it would be best for him to leave, but in the middle of the action, he suddenly stopped.

Because the other party stood up, he sat and his eyes just fell on his waist, and there was a small rough wooden sword hanging on the waist, with three eye-catching big characters engraved on it.

Shi Shuyu.

In Yan Lin's eyes, the slightly wobbly blade of the sword was extremely eye-catching. It was something he gave him when he left.

There is no calligraphy at all in the rough carvings, and he can recall the scene of him being careful at that time with every stroke. It seems to tell Yan Lin how stupid and naive he was back then.

Don't leave this kind of thing behind.

Best to throw away.

So his eyes sank, and he raised his hand to hold the small wooden sword, but pretended to be indifferent and relaxed.

"This thing is not very pretty, I'd better take it back and find a new one next time."

Shi Yuan grabbed his hand, but his strength was not so strong that he couldn't take the thing away.

"do not move."

Yan Lin looked up at him.

Shi Yuan slowly took his hand away, rubbing the bamboo sword tenderly with his fingertips, fixed his deep eyes on him, and spoke in a soothing but solemn tone.

"Looks good, I like it."

Yan Lin was stunned.

But the person who spoke had already turned and left, he could only watch helplessly, and the ugly thing was still hanging on his waist.

After they left for a long time, he let out a deep breath, lay down on the table, turned his face sideways, and stared at the front in a daze, his faint eyes seemed to be remembering something, but he muttered in his mouth.

"...I actually like..."

……

The following time passed day after day, and Yan Lin also pretended to be what he was at that time, following his wishes, and greeted him with a smile every day. At the beginning, he still felt a little uncomfortable, after all, he hated this The human time is too long, so long that it is engraved in the bone. Now that we are so close, sometimes our eyes meet, and we don't know where to put our hands and feet.

But Shi Yuan didn't seem to notice, he just took him by his side as always, whether he was looking for spiritual herbs to consolidate his foundation, or sitting and chatting, even if he wanted to be alone, his deep eyes followed him closely, Not a moment fell.

No matter how many years a cultivator has lived, he will eventually come to this world as a human being, and human beings live in groups. When there are only two people left in a world, and he is always by his side, he will be cautious from the beginning. Carefully avoid it, and it doesn't take too long to be casual, acquiescing and getting used to it.

Although the two of them didn't do anything further, these days were the most relaxed and comfortable time for them to live. Sometimes even he himself would be in a trance for a moment, forgetting that this was just an illusion.

When he came back to his senses in the next second, he clearly understood that he couldn't stay forever, and breaking the barrier was his only way out.

But how to break the mirror?

At first, he thought that following the other party's wishes, maybe it was enough to play, so he let him out, but the more time passed, and he showed no sign, it became clear that this place seemed to be the ideal he had hoped for. In this world, if he does nothing, it is very likely that he will stay here forever.

But how to make him understand that everything around him is fake?

To break the false direct confrontation, but he doesn't necessarily have those memories...

etc--

Yan Lin suddenly felt that he might have overlooked a problem. Since this is his illusion, the heart demon may be the same person as Shi Yuan. If that is the case, then...

He should have a memory.

If he really has memory, then the current illusion is because he did it on purpose.

Deliberately pretending to forget, pretending not to know anything, deceiving himself and wanting to live here forever.

So he decided to ask directly.

On this day, Yan Lin came out of the bamboo forest with a newly made bamboo sword in his hand, because he still wanted to remove the thing hanging from Shi Yuan's waist.

Before he directly asked the other party not to agree, then he would make a new one, liking the new and loathing the old is everyone's bad nature, the same thing, if there is a more refined and better one, the original ugly and clumsy thing will naturally be replaced.

He looked through the open door, saw Shi Yuan who was sitting inside, pinched the things in his right hand behind his back, and walked over.

Originally, Shiyuan was holding a book in his hand, but when he saw him walking in, he put down the book and looked at him.

"Today's practice is over?"

Yan Lin nodded.

"It's over. With your help these days, the foundation is much better than before. And I made one thing before the end just now."

As he spoke, he brought the one hidden behind him to his front, spread it out, and placed a delicate wooden sword flat on his palm. After so many years of training, his current craftsmanship is naturally much better than before. This wooden sword not only holds The texture of the sword body and hilt is very clear, and even every tiny corner is exactly the same as Zhewu.

At first glance, it is definitely a miniature version of Zhewu.

Just when he took it out, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then the whole person softened visibly with the naked eye, staring at the thing in his palm with a soft gaze, and there was an imperceptible arc on the corner of his mouth, even if he had Control can also make others feel his joy at this time.

Yan Lin kept staring at him, and naturally took all his subtle expressions into his eyes. He watched him lift his fingertips and landed on the sword, so he pressed his body and asked tentatively: "If this looks good, can you give the previous one to me?" I."

The fingertips that had just dropped froze, then retracted, and looked up at him.

The joy in his eyes just now has disappeared completely.

"So, you just want to exchange."

Not really wanting to give it to him.

Of course, Shi Yuan didn't say the last half of the sentence.

Yan Lin was left speechless by his rhetorical question.

Not good at lying, he could only glance at the things on his waist, as a tacit consent, and then put the wooden sword on the table: "It's nothing important anyway, why can't you give it to me."

The eyes of the people beside him trembled, and their expressions turned cold.

He stood up and lowered his eyes: "Since it's not something important, why do you need to change it?"

Yan Lin squeezed the clothes beside him tightly, his dark brown eyes were full of gloomy emotions, his expression no longer had all the pretense, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the next second he raised his head to look at the condescending person, and said coldly: "Because I hate it."

"Looking at it is like seeing the past, the former self, ignorant and ridiculous. I don't want anything related to it to stay in this world. It's best to disappear completely."

Shi Yuan quietly looked at those extremely indifferent eyes, his heart seemed to be gouged out, the sharp pain made his fingertips tremble slightly, his breathing was choked, his voice was very low, like a ray of breeze, a touch of flying Snow.

"So, is the past between me and you so unbearable to you?"

He grabbed Yan Lin's hand, pulled him in front of him, pinched his chin, bent his upper body and looked at him. There was a dull red color in his dark eyes, and some kind of fiery emotion penetrated his gaze. leaked out.

"It was you who provoked me back then, and you are the one who gave up on me now. How do you want me to satisfy you?"

Yan Lin looked at him and asked him to remove the disguise, and smiled slightly, which was a bit cold.

"leave here."

Suddenly, Shi Yuan let out a low laugh, let go of the other hand that was holding him and landed on the back of his neck, while slowly rubbing his thumb against his Adam's apple, while pressing the person towards him with force, both of them The distance between people is so close that you can feel each other's breath, and you can kiss with just a little movement.

"So this is your purpose, leave."

"And never come back."

Those silvery eyes were now replaced by northern red light, and there was a trace of sadness mixed with indifference and struggle.

"How can I do what you want."

A cold but soft thing was on his lips, Yan Lin's breath was stagnant, and then he realized that Shi Yuan was kissing him,

Thin lips rolled lightly, and he felt a tenacious obsession with his obviously gentle movements. Yan Lin was flustered, and raised his hand to his chest to push him away.

But at this time, the other party bit his lip, and Yan Lin opened his mouth instinctively in the stinging pain, and at the same time gave the other party an opportunity, a soft but hot thing got in, his lips and teeth intertwined, faintly The smell of blood filled his mouth.

Under constant pressure, he could hardly breathe.

But at the same time, a familiar tingling sensation shot up from the spine to the limbs, making him lose all strength, and at the same time, the hand controlling him on the back of the neck gradually slipped down to his lower back, firmly fixing him and leaning on the opponent.

And that kiss also changed from the original intense, vengeful possessiveness to tenderness and cherishment, the held breath had a chance to breathe, Yan Lin's chest heaved violently, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.

So, he saw those scarlet eyes, which were deep and dark and unpredictable, but when he looked closely, there was an indescribable sadness.

As if it was enough to vent his emotions, Shi Yuan slowly pulled away a little distance, but still kissed him lightly on the cheek, his deep voice was gentle and firm like a whisper.

"...you can't escape..."

Afterwards, everything around them began to shatter like a mirror, falling apart and disappearing, and the people in front of them also became illusory.

Yan Lin panted slightly, staring at that person with dark brown eyes, feeling a little empty in his heart for some reason, but just when he thought it was over, the dark and silent surrounding suddenly changed, and he stood in another place.

The surrounding grand banquet, decorated with lights and festoons, should have been lively, but the crowd seemed to have seen something terrible, pushing and running out, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the aura surged, making the banquet a mess.

A monstrous sword intent struck from top to bottom.

Yan Lin opened his eyes wide, and slowly raised his head. The person who disappeared just now was staring at him out of nowhere. His deep and quiet eyes seemed to be coldly looking down at the ants on the ground, and the Zhewu beside him contained a chilling killing intent.

Yan Lin looked around in horror and panic, but found that there were still two people standing aside and watching indifferently.

Yan Jin and An Jinnian...

This is--