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

"Qinghe—!"

Yan Zhentian hurriedly took two steps forward and shouted loudly, ready to fly out, but almost at the same time, another white light followed, and the place where the master and apprentice were standing was empty.

"How is this going?"

"Why did you run away?"

"I do not know."

"Does this son not want to be the apprentice of the master?"

"I ran away at this time, it seems that the name of a dandy is not fake..."

"Yep!"

Everyone else was caught off guard by this sudden situation.The disciples outside the door also started whispering immediately.

"What... what's going on here?" Yan Zhentian looked around, his face full of bewilderment.

Cheng Shuang didn't expect this to happen, and now he has half-stepped on the threshold, whether he is advancing or retreating, he can only hold his face, turn around, and comfort him: "Don't worry, Master Yan, the junior brother will definitely bring the nephew back Yes. You take a seat first..."

An Jinnian lowered his head and played with the blue heirloom jade pendant in his hand, his fingers were as white as jade, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

It was just a touch of red spirit, closely following the two of them.

Yan Jin looked at the blue sky outside the door, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly invisible.

.............

What kind of blood of the soul, what kind of master and apprentice, and ridiculous brothers and sisters, all go away!

He gave up and quit!

He wants to find a place to hide, away from them!

In the time of a cup of tea, Banyan Forest landed on a barren hill south of the Changtian Sword Sect, surrounded by wild grass, and in the middle of the hillside was a broken dead tree. He dodged and hid behind.

The wide tree trunk firmly covered him.

Putting Xueya back into the storage bag, he took out a hidden talisman with an angry look on his face, threw it in the air, made seals with both hands, and the lines of the red talisman expanded and hit him, disappearing.

In an instant, the secret talisman shielded and cut off all the aura on his body. Within an hour, no matter whether the other party was at the level of transcending tribulation or ascending, he would never be able to catch up with the slightest aura of him.

Yan Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed a little. Leaning against the dead wood behind him, he took off the Floating Life Roll from his waist and held it in his hand.

The slight weight and cold touch soothed his irritable heart. The original blue had changed a lot due to the blood of the black unicorn, and it was glowing with indigo color.

"It's still hello, I'm afraid I'm going to be a sword repairer because my brain has been beaten..."

"And those troublesome people, one...two..."

"I've brushed off his face in public now. If it spreads, everyone will laugh at him, and I will lose his old face."

Yan Lin smiled, and the depression in his heart just now dissipated a little.

After carefully touching a handful of Floating Life Rolls, he reluctantly put it back on his waist.

When he raised his eyes, Shi Yuan was standing three feet away from him.

Tall and tall, dressed in white.

Yan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened up, the arc of the corner of his mouth was hidden, and his teeth were clenched.

The place where they were standing was an open space, except for the half dead tree behind them, the surrounding area was barren, the slight wind blew by, the withered grass rustled, and the white color of Shiyuan was very abrupt, even out of place.

Like a snowflake in the dirt.

Maybe it was the escape that gave him the courage to face this person. The previous fear and cowardice weighed heavily on him, and he even took a step forward: "I have a secret talisman on me, how do you know I'm here?"

Shi Yuan stared at him with cold eyes, no emotion could be seen on his usual face, after a while, his thin lips parted slightly: "...blood."

Yan Lin hesitated for a moment before suddenly remembering.

The blood of the soul, tempered by the soul, has the taste and power of the soul, and now it has disappeared in his body due to the contract between master and apprentice, and this original soul power has also remained on his soul.

Like branding.

No matter the ends of the earth, as long as the soul is not lost, he can find him.

Yan Lin looked annoyed at the person opposite, but was still persistently on guard.

"So what if you find me, I won't go back with you, and don't want to be your apprentice."

He has been brewing this sentence for a long time, and he pressed it in his chest in various ways before, but now he still said it.

It seems that if there is a first rejection, there will be a second one. Naturally, there is no need for any psychological construction.

If he had known, he should have said it from the beginning, so what are you afraid of!

"Why."

Listening to his words, those cold eyebrows seemed to pause slightly.

Yan Lin raised the corners of his mouth, revealing the same smile as before his death in the previous life.

"Because I hate you..."

It was the first time that I directly expressed my love for a person like this, and I couldn't help feeling happy in my heart. The seed buried deep in my heart finally broke through the ground, and the resentment in the light brown eyes seemed unwilling to hide it anymore. .

If I hate you, I will avoid you.

Only when I hate you will I be careful to suppress it.

Those straight and penetrating eyes stared straight at the opposite person, they didn't bother to cover up anything, and they lost the restraint they had when they first met, and they were frightened behind.

As if this is what he really is, rebellious, arrogant, not afraid of being timid.

And the disgust that had accumulated in his eyes for a long time was pulled out of the darkness by him, and exposed to the sunlight, in front of that person.

Brazenly.

I don't know if it was his sudden change that broke his usual impression in this person's eyes, or something else, a trace of surprise flashed across that face.

He took a step forward, crushing the dead leaves.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Lin stared at that face firmly, waiting for the follow-up, vaguely expecting his anger, a crack on that cold mask.

But the scene I was looking forward to in my mind did not come, and instead of becoming angry, there was imperceptible tension and urgency.

There are too many deep and heavy things in the eyes that have always been indifferent.

His chest heaved.

"Do you know... what my name is..."

Yan Lin frowned, confused, what kind of messy question is this.

He is a three-year-old kid, so he must know Sword Patriarch Shiyuan.

Are you confused by him, or...

"No one in Zhongtian Realm doesn't know your name, why do you want to threaten me?" Yan Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, youthful.

As soon as he finished speaking, the complexities in those eyes slowly disappeared, and the faint light dimmed instantly. The icy look was even better than before, and it was also mixed with a bit of loneliness and disappointment.

I only heard that cold and deep voice say: "I said, you are already my apprentice, no one can change..."

He was simply stating a fact, and he was also telling him domineeringly that at least the entire Zhongtian Realm could not be changed.

No matter how you escape, you can't escape his palm.

This made Yan Lin's displeasure escalate to the extreme again.

He let out a soft sneer, mocking his twisted and ridiculous third world.

Obviously he didn't do anything, and he didn't ask this person to save him. Now it's as if he owes him the blood of the soul, but it's true, why should he save you for nothing?

Don't you all expect returns when you pay?

It is said that a cultivator cultivates the myriad ways in this world, but he is bound by the resentment in his heart, and he cannot even break away from reincarnation. How can it be said that he is cultivating the Tao.

Yan Lin looked at the picture scroll on his waist, and raised his hand to touch his forehead. As long as there is this sword pattern, he will always be the apprentice of the sword ancestor. If this is the case, then...

Going against the sky, what will happen——

He raised his head suddenly, looked deeply at the person opposite him, with a fierce look on his face, and said word by word: "Then I will destroy this foundation...and give it back to you..."

If he becomes a mortal, will there be another way, and he will no longer think about someone harming him.

Broken Jade Heart Jue, Glazed Scroll... At that time, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of his right hand turning into a palm, the spiritual power gathered in the palm, glowing with a faint white light, I saw him slapping his dantian recklessly with the momentum of thunder.

I don't care about his slap, my end may not be as simple as losing my cultivation.

"stop!"

Seeing this, the pupils of the person on the opposite side trembled violently, and in an instant, he stepped in front of Yan Lin, turning his white clothes, the silver patterns on his clothes were like waves, and suddenly grasped with fierce force, Yan Lin's hand was only an inch away from the dantian, with force, With an invisible trembling.

At that moment, those Qinghui eyes changed, fear and panic, more fear, he was afraid that this person would really be so ruthless.

Shi Yuan's hand tightened slightly.

The coldness and warmth passed through the fingertips and skin to the opponent's body, and the tip of his heart trembled.

Yan Lin was still unwilling, and raised his eyes to stare at this annoying person, but fell into those eyes that were as dark as a cold pool.

The complex black tightly wrapped panic and fear, his face turned pale, and even his light-colored lips receded cleanly.

The rift he was looking forward to finally appeared on this face, and the cold face was finally gone.

But Yan Lin was stunned for a while, and his temper subsided a little.

He had never seen this person show such an expression, as if the high god suddenly fell into the mortal world, contaminated with emotions.

For a moment, he was unable to speak, and even forgot to break free from the grasped hand.

Those heavy eyes stared at him for a long time.

"...You hate me so much." Shi Yuan opened his mouth, his deep voice was slightly hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat.

Yan Lin pursed her lips.

Facing those eyes, the fragile and powerful sense of contradiction made his heart tense, and those words of hatred reached his lips and swallowed again, unable to utter them.

"I....."

He can't say it, because you killed me for two lifetimes, and such absurd thing, does anyone believe it?Even if someone believes it, they will think that he is taking the house away, and they wish to get rid of it quickly.

but....

He also admitted that he was indeed somewhat involved, and the resentment of the last two lives should not be placed on him in this life, after all, the other party doesn't know anything now.

After thinking about it, he could only calm down as much as possible, and said calmly: "...At least, I don't really like it..."

For some reason, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, making the white clothes of the two of them chatter. The snow-like hair was blown into arcs like silk, and the glass beads at the end of the hairband made a crisp sound.

Shi Yuan grabbed his hand violently, and said with all his strength, Yan Lin leaned forward and fell into a cold embrace.

His eyes widened—

At the corner of the mountain peak, the red spirit gradually condensed into a familiar figure.