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

Yan Lin hurriedly got out of bed and stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet. Although the injury was mostly healed, there was still a dull pain in the chest cavity. When he came, what caught his eyes was a piece of snow white.

He was stunned, and couldn't help but took another two steps forward, holding on to the red pillar, and standing under the eaves.

Everyone in the world knows that there are five fairy peaks of the Changtian Sword Sect, and the snow peak of the sword ancestor Shiyuan is independent of the five peaks. The beauty of people.

It was clearly a sight invisible to ordinary people, but he had no intention of appreciating it, as if his body could feel the coldness in the wind and snow, it was icy cold and thorough.

So, this is... the Changtian Sword Sect?

Then the figure he saw before...

He shook his head violently.

No, not possible!

He dismissed the idea almost instantly, not to mention why a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period would appear there, just saving him is horrifying, absurd, absolutely impossible, fake, he must have misread it!

This might be the similar mountain, not necessarily Xuefeng.

He pinched hard at the root of the mountain between his eyes, and the slight tingling pain made him feel a little more excited.

Regardless of whether this is the Changtian Sword Sect or not, Yunwaitian's relic grand meeting is only halfway through, he can't disappear suddenly, and he also got the Purple Leaf Lotus Root, which has to be handed in. earn some face.

As for the person who saved him, he will keep half of the spirit stone in the storage bag later, which should be enough.

Thinking, he touched his waist, he frowned strangely, there was nothing, he suddenly lowered his head.

Now he is really stupid...

I don't know when he changed his clothes, it was not the blue color of Haoran Immortal Mansion, but a brand new little sword cultivation robe.

White brocade with silver thread embroidered pattern, waist with falling snow and cloud pattern... This familiar style, he had only seen a few days ago, it was worn on the body of Guan Linyi, the disciple of Elder Shu Yuan in Qingyuan Mountain.

The Taoist clothes of the inner disciples of the Changtian Sword Sect——

The cold image in his mind is not an illusion... Shi Yuan really saved him.

And he not only beat and scolded people, but also vomited his blood...

There was a burst of excitement, a flash of sword light flashed in his mind, his body seemed to recall the pain of being cut off by a sword, he held back his breath, his face was ugly.

A second later, he turned around and entered the door without hesitation, looking eagerly at every corner of the room, looking for his storage bag, but it was clear at a glance that there was nothing in the deserted room, and he hurried back to the bed, Sure enough, at the corner of the bed on one side, I found a blue storage bag.

Without thinking about it, he picked up his things and walked out. A few footprints fell on the thick snow, very abrupt on the white and smooth snow.

Pulling open the opening of the storage bag, he called out, "Xue Ya!"

A crowned crane appeared on the spot out of thin air, maybe it hadn't been seen for a long time, two beautiful red eyes looked straight at Yan Lin, glowing, ran to him in two or three steps, stretched out its head and rubbed against him, mixed with Cranes mingled.

Yan Lin couldn't figure out when Shi Yuan would come back, so he was very anxious, pushed his head away with both hands, and comforted him: "There is no time to talk about the past now, we have to leave quickly!"

Xue Ya tilted her head and stared at him half-understood. Perhaps sensing his emotions, she squatted down obediently and asked Yan Lin to sit on it.

The huge wings flapped open, and he quickly hugged its neck. The snow was blown out of a depression, and they were quickly lifted into the air.

He didn't know why Shi Yuan saved himself, whether it was on a whim or pity the weak, he didn't want to understand, no matter what, it was always right to leave now, don't see that person, don't appear in front of him.

He is really scared!

But just when he flew ten feet away, a transparent barrier blocked his way, Xue Ya was knocked back a few steps, and flapped his wings vigorously to stabilize his body.

A voice sounded from ahead.

"Where do you want to go?"

That voice had no warmth, even though it was as sweet as Zhong Qin, to Yan Lin's ears, it was a sinister whisper, with the air-conditioning of the underworld, haunting his mind.

Yan Lin Xin thumped, like a stone sinking into the abyss of the blue sea, getting darker and heavier.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, his eyes moved up inch by inch, and looked at the man holding the sword opposite him in horror.

White clothed in snow, silver crown and white hair, handsome as a god carved in ice, with an indifferent expression, a pair of abyss-like eyes staring at the banquet forest, a long belt hanging from his waist, and a black long sword under his feet, majestic standing opposite him.

Yan Lin was puzzled, his mind went blank for a moment, and he opened his mouth to say something that made him feel stupid.

"I...I just came up to take a look..."

The momentum is like a deflated paper ball.

He swallowed the "I want to go" which was clearly on the tip of his lips, and uttered such an inexplicable sentence, even Xue Ya called out to him in doubt.

Shi Yuan looked at him for a long while, saw that his eyes were dodging and he was embarrassed, he raised his eyes to look at other places, and landed on a high place.

Afterwards, without saying a word, Shi Yuan turned his right hand towards Yan Lin, and a strong suction pulled him over to stand on Zhewu, and flew upwards at a very high speed.

Before Yan Lin could react, they had passed through the clouds, stopped, and stood on a sea of ​​clouds.

Under the reflection of the afterglow, those dark and deep eyes glowed coldly, and they just looked at him very seriously.

"It's clearer here."

Yan Lin: "..."

He was silent for a long time, looking at the turbulent clouds in his heart with a slightly stagnant figure, trying his best to ignore the cold ice around him, biting his lips tightly, his brows slightly condensed.

But instinct, it really doesn’t mean that he can control it if he wants to. It’s like when a rabbit meets a wolf, running is its only way to survive. Trembling is its last stubbornness.

And he was like this now, the fists on his side turned white, and the suppressed emotions overflowed his chest.

Tiny tremors like a breeze.

"You're afraid of me..."

Shi Yuan frowned slightly, and pondered for a moment, his deep voice was neither high nor low, without any emotion, but it seemed to be simply stating a fact.

Yan Lin's breathing was stagnant, his expression moved slightly, he paused, forced himself to be rational and calm, touched his chest, and then pretended to speak relaxedly: "Senior Shi misunderstood, it's just that I stayed outside for a long time, and the wound hurts a bit. "

A sentence that is half-truth and half-false has a different taste in the ears of both of them.

Shi Yuan glanced at him, the young man's head was raised slightly, his black and thick eyelashes drooped, his fair cheeks were bloodless, and he looked lonely and bewildered.

Shi Yuan raised his hand.

Yan Lin didn't know what he was going to do, but his body tensed up subconsciously, he was on guard, and even curled up his fingers.

Perhaps aware of his stiffness, that slender hand stopped in mid-air, and the next second he pinched a formula, and the two of them returned to Xuefeng in an instant.

Yan Lin and Shi Yuan stood side by side under the eaves, the snow fell silently, and the air was silent and dull. He was like a child who had been punished to stand with a fixation spell, staring down at his toes.

Now he really wants to pull out the memory in his mind, take a closer look, stroke it, what's going on!

Why did Shi Yuan save him!