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

In another courtyard within the outer garden, there was a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and noisy voices sounded sparsely.

"This third young lady has treated you well. Now that she is dead and her soul has been poached, I don't see you shed a single tear."

"Sure enough, without blood, he is just an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."

"Now let's see who will protect you!"

"If you are self-conscious, pack up your bags and get out!"

"Our Cloud Realm Sect doesn't support idlers!"

The ones who spoke were four or five outer disciples in light gray clothes, with different shapes, and a small wooden sign with spiritual characters hanging on their waists.

An Jinnian lowered his eyes, staring intently at the fallen osmanthus flowers, which were small and white and sprinkled on the green grass.

But a pair of light gray boots stepped on them, the white was covered with mud, the green grass juice, and the mottled color looked very eye-catching.

The woman died again.

A full five years earlier than the original time.

He originally planned to take her away once the grand meeting in the Wonderland of the Ruins was over, and find a secluded place for her to live on. After all, she was kind to him and gave him a shelter.

He wants to repay this kindness.

But now that she is still dead, it is hard to say that she is sad. After three lives, she seems to be numb.

Changeable events accompany every period of time, even every second, and the hand that was originally hidden in the depths of the darkness finally started to move.

One of the leading outer disciples, seeing that he didn't react, squinted his eyes with displeasure on his face. He was just an outsider with no blood relationship, and he dared to ignore them!

In the past, relying on the cultivation base of Jindan, with the support of the third lady, they didn't dare to go too far, but now that the third lady is dead, no one will help him, even if they drive him out by themselves, no one will care, after all, in the cloud realm Pie, he's a superfluous outsider!

Thinking about it, he was a little uncontrollably excited, as long as he was driven away from the Yunjing Sect, he would not be full of 'An Jinnian', 'talent' and 'Golden Core' all day long——!

He pushed the others away violently, stepped forward, grabbed An Jinnian's skirt, and pushed him against the tree, with a sinister smile on his ordinary face and disgusted eyes, as if recalling something: "Three Miss brought you back from the epidemic village, I knew that you are a disaster star, and people who have anything to do with you will not end well... Now, it has come true, look at how miserable she died, Tangtang Yun The third lady of Jingpai was stripped of her soul."

An Jinnian's expression moved slightly.

I don't know if it's 'Plague Village', 'Third Miss' or other words that attracted his attention, he withdrew his gaze, moved up slowly, and looked at him with deep eyes.

In the previous battle with Shi Yuan, he suffered serious internal injuries, and now his face is still pale and bloodless, but his expression and eyes are extremely calm, without any emotion.

And this calm, to others, is just naked provocation.

How did they know that the person standing in front of them is no longer the young man who was used to forbearance and always had a smirk on his face.

Seeing him like this, the outer sect disciple became angry, clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched him in the face. Before the fist touched his face, he was bounced back with force, and everyone around was thrown out.

An Jinnian didn't make any movements, but a circle of light appeared around him, glowing with a cold red light.

He stared from top to bottom, his blood red eyes were like staring at a speck of dust, loathed and disliked, cold and dispensable.

That kind of gaze irritated/excited the people on the ground, and I saw his eyes slightly opened, tightly grasping the cold and refreshing grass in his hand, clenching his teeth, furious!

He stood up, ready to call out the essence in his body——

"An Muzhou! What are you doing!"

A voice sounded, interrupting his movements.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at An Yiming who was walking towards him, and An Yijing who was following behind him with an uneasy expression on his face, while An Muzhou's face was still ugly, and there was even a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth.

"Why, you two are meddling again?"

An Muzhou looked at them boredly, with an impatient tone.

For more than ten years, these two people have always opposed him, protecting the 'outsider' wholeheartedly.

"It's Miss San's funeral now. Are you trying to stir up trouble and attract everyone here?" An Yiming stood between the two, blocking An Jinnian behind him, with a gentle and cheerful face and a serious expression.

The Yunjing faction pays attention to bloodlines, and they will not be sloppy with the funeral of the direct line. If someone publicly provokes, they will be severely punished.

An Muzhou pursed his lips, as if thinking of something, his smile faded, his face was full of reluctance, but he still restrained himself.

After a while, he swept around the dilapidated courtyard, and said with disgust: "Don't be complacent, he will get out of the Yunjing faction sooner or later."

After speaking, he took a meaningful look at the three of them, turned around and left without stopping.

An Yiming looked at the backs of the people leaving, looked away, and walked to the tree.

An Jinnian lowered his head, his side face was clearly defined, and Bai Yu's face looked a bit lonely and absent-minded, the coldness just now seemed like an illusion.

There is a sense of sadness about losing something faintly entwined around her.

The siblings looked at each other with complicated expressions.

They thought it was a blow to him from Miss San's death, and they didn't know what to say during the silence.

Although they also belonged to Miss San's faction, they had very few chances to get in touch with her on weekdays, and they only saw her once in a few years. Therefore, rather than saying that they were so close, it would be better to say that they didn't feel it.

The two of them couldn't empathize.

……

On the snow peak of the Changtian Sword School, it was as white as ever, the stone pavilion was covered, the cedar trees were bent by the heavy snow, and the branches were crumbling. Flip in the air and land.

Standing alone on the edge of the cliff, the wind blows his white sword robe, as if it wants to merge with this vast sea of ​​clouds and snow scene, the afterglow falls on his side face, as if the clear light from the nine heavens falls on him alone .

High and high, like Chen Xiao, untouchable.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, turned his head abruptly, and looked at the courtyard behind him.

He lifted his foot and took a step, but stopped suddenly, and the phrase 'Get out of here' sounded in his ears!And the naked disgust and hatred in those eyes...

The light in his pitch-black eyes gradually dimmed, he hesitated, and he withdrew his foot.

He should not want to see himself now...

Shi Yuan returned to his usual coldness, took a deep look at the room, and disappeared in place.

in the house

A thin and suppressed moan sounded, Yan Lin slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

He slowly sat up and looked at the environment in the house.

Looking around, Yan Lin was a little stunned, because the room could be described as empty, with no tables, chairs, or porcelain ornaments, except for the stone bed he was lying on now, and only a shelf for holding a sword.

He once suspected that the owner of this house was an ascetic monk.

He remembered that although he got the purple leaf lotus root in the ruins fairyland, he was also seriously injured, his dantian was in a mess, and his realm even regressed.

But he doesn't feel any pain now, so he closes his eyes and feels the spiritual power in his dantian...

After a while, Yan Lin opened his eyes, his eyes were full of shock, half of his injuries were healed, and the damaged dantian was also repaired, just like a broken hourglass being mended, and his state was stabilized at the early stage of out-of-body .

Yan Lin swallowed, and couldn't help raising his hand, looking at the back of his clean hand.

The scars are gone too.

He remembered the phantom he saw before he lost consciousness, the cold man standing beside him, looking at him with strange eyes...

For some reason, he felt flustered.