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

He fixed his gaze on the vanished phoenix feather in Shi Yuan's hand, was it because of it?

That kind of grief, the feeling of being burned by the flames, made him feel a strange reluctance. Could it be that he was affected by the fluctuations here because he was in the secret realm of the Wutong Forest.

Before he could think about it, Shi Yuan had already flown back.

He could only take a deep breath, put away all his emotions, press them down in his heart, and pull himself together.

Several other people also walked over, An Jinnian was the last.

"Meet my uncle."

Guan Linyi bowed uprightly, then looked at Shi Yuan with burning eyes, and for a while he lost his calm old-fashioned look. Last time when he told himself at Xuefeng, he didn't realize that now that Shi Yuan himself was present, It's really full of admiration.

Perhaps people who use swords have a little bit of admiration and yearning for Shi Yuan.

"Greetings, senior." Han Qisheng held his sword in his arms and saluted respectfully. Even though it was the first time we met, his expression was quite normal.

An Jinnian walked forward slowly, with a smile on his lips: "See you, uncle."

There was no extra expression on Shi Yuan's face, his silver eyes glanced at them calmly, he paused for a second when he passed An Jinnian, and nodded to them as a return, and then spoke lightly, without the slightest wave in his voice.

"Now that it's done, follow me back."

Guan Linyi nodded without hesitation, and he and An Jinnian didn't object either, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Han Qisheng smiled: "In that case, I will bid farewell to Senior Shi and everyone here. I haven't found a new scabbard this trip, so I'm afraid I'll have to keep it for a day or two."

Then he looked at Yan Lin who was standing on the side, his eyes were gentle and grateful: "Thank you brother Yan for saving me this time, I will see you later."

Yan Lin smiled and nodded: "There will be a period later."

Under the plane tree, several people hugged their swords to say goodbye, and the flame maple swayed, creating a beautiful scene in an instant.

And how did Yan Lin know that the real entanglement between him and the other two had just begun...

Sometimes when Yuan was there, the time for them to go back was shortened a lot, and it took only a stick of incense to reach the Changtian Sword Sect.

Several people parted ways, and Yan Lin and Shi Yuan returned to Xuefeng.

The snow was white, and light snow was scattered in the sky, and there was a lot of white snow on the silver pines on the pavilion, just like the emptiness and loneliness when he left.

He just glanced lightly.

And Shi Yuan beside him hadn't left yet, looking at him deeply, as if he had something to say.

Yan Lin, who already knew everything, was upset and didn't want to talk to him at all. He turned around and saluted: "The disciple still has something to do, so leave first."

The bland and alienated attitude and tone made people frown, but he just flew towards the back mountain without hesitation, without giving others any time to react.

Shi Yuan stood where he was, his whole body in white seemed to melt into the snow scene behind him, and there was an indescribable emotion in his pitch-black eyes.

Yan Lin walked quickly in Lingcaoxi Garden, his face was as sinking as water, his expression was indifferent, the restless and floating aura around him was no longer hidden, his cold eyes caught a glimpse of the cold spring in front of him, he walked over, squatted halfway, picked up water to pour On his face, the biting coldness temporarily calmed down the anger in his heart, and Lin Lin stopped after several times.

Looking down at the shimmering reflection on the water, the ends of her hair are hanging on her shoulders, the hair tips on her temples and forehead are dripping wet, her dark eyes are full of blackness and sternness, mixed with a vague hatred , full of negative emotions, even through a mirror, you can feel the lifeless darkness of 'him'.

Yan Lin stared blankly at the person on the water, stretched out his hand involuntarily, touched 'his' face, and the water rippled instantly.

His tone was cold: "I've been fooled by them for so long, now it's your turn..."

His dark eyes stared at the shadow in the water, like a bottomless pool.

After a while, he suddenly smiled.

"Yeah, why make them feel better."

An Jinnian would never wrong himself to do something he didn't want to do. Since he mentioned the word Taoist companion, he really thought about it.As long as there is a trace of true feelings, he can 'repay' him well.

How ironic that Tangtang Immortal Yunhua actually wants to be a Taoist companion with the dead soul in his hands.

Staring at a sandalwood tree in front of him with cold eyes, he also wanted to see the pained look on that proud face, seeing his sincerity being trampled and discarded, such a dark and terrifying feeling of revenge invaded his mind. Every corner gave him a trace of joy.

And his good master...

What I owed in my previous life, I should pay it back in this life——

The next day

Yan Lin directly asked An Jinnian to meet in the back yam forest of Fuyuan Mountain.

Fuyuan Mountain and Xuefeng are a bit similar, the masters of the two peaks are not fond of accepting disciples, so there are very few disciples in Fuyuan Mountain, at most two or three inner sects, and less than ten outer sects. They are all assigned by the head of the sect. If he is asked to find them by himself, he may not have one.

When An Jin was young, the person who invited him was wearing an exquisite silver-patterned shirt with his back facing him, standing in a lush medicine garden, with crow-feather black hair tied up high, with a tall and straight figure, youthful and heroic.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

An Jinnian approached: "I'm really flattered that the younger brother came to the door in person."

The young man turned around, his beautiful and delicate face was calm and indifferent, the corners of his mouth had an invisible curve, those eyes looked at him fixedly, without the usual restrained sharpness, as if suddenly fell silent, quiet.

There was a strange look in An Jinnian's eyes, and he stood in front of him with a gentle and kind face.

The young man watched intently, the corner of his mouth widened into a smile, his brows and eyes slightly curved, he raised his hand, spread it out, and said softly, "This is for you."

An Jinnian lowered his eyes, his gaze moved slightly.

In the white palm is a flowing cloud-shaped sandalwood hairpin.

The smile on the corner of An Jinnian's mouth froze slightly, his eyes paused for a while, and he raised his head, the person in front of him seemed to overlap with a dark blue figure, he seemed to see the pair of eyes full of expectation, and the joyful and energetic voice sounded in his ears .

'You are my friend, I made this with my own hands and sent it to you. '

'You have to put it away, if you drop it, I won't forgive you. '

The firm heart suddenly tensed up, and the corners of his mouth became slightly mocking.

It really is......

Seeing that he had lowered his head and there was no movement for a long time, Yan Lin's eyes turned cold, but he reminded him in a gentle voice: "Why, don't you like it, brother? This is a high-quality sandalwood hairpin, I made it myself."

An Jinnian's absent-mindedness passed for a short time, and the next second he raised his head and glanced at him, staring at the hairpin, with that familiar but emotionless smile on his face again, he took a step forward, reaching out his hand to go Take that sandalwood hairpin.

"How come, I naturally like the gift from my junior brother—"

Before his hand touched the hairpin, he suddenly clenched his open hand. The sound of wood breaking interrupted his unfinished sentence. An Jinnian's hand froze and stopped in mid-air, his dark and condensed gaze Look at the broken thing steadily.

The smile at the corner of the mouth slowly disappeared, and the thin lips formed a cold straight line.

"Speak out if you hate it, don't always pretend to like everything, aren't you tired?" The cold and cruel voice lost its usual calmness, as if trying to restrain its anger.

An Jinnian looked up at him.

The eyes of the two met, as if two huge icebergs collided and collapsed, setting off a mist of ice sand, but under the white mist was an unprecedented reality.

Those smiling eyes, the cruel and gloomy ice blade stained with blood.

It was exactly the same as the one he saw in front of his own tomb. He hated and hated it for a long time. It was only when he saw it that he realized that what he saw was just a false appearance.

At this moment, he unexpectedly gave birth to a trace of joyful joy.

He finally couldn't pretend anymore.

Yan Lin took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of them, leaning his upper body slightly forward, and the voice fell into his ear: "Aren't you going to kill me in this life?"

An Jinnian's gaze sharpened, and before Yan Lin could turn around, he grabbed his hand holding the hairpin, withheld his spiritual power, pressed down on the pulse gate, and pulled him towards him.

Yan Lin was uncontrollable and fell directly into his arms.

"You know." An Jinnian said.

Yan Lin struggled for a while, but the hand behind his back was pressed tightly, and his spiritual power could not move. His eyes were slightly dark, and there was a trace of resentment in his tone: "Didn't you let me know?"

Yesterday he thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was wrong. With An Jinnian's careful thinking, it was absolutely impossible for him to expose Jiuyou Xuantian when he knew that he had memories. He would not make such a mistake, so There is only one possibility, that is, he did it on purpose.

It was clear that he was still cold all over, and his air pressure was low, but now he was holding someone, but it seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"Sure enough, I've become smarter." Yang Yang's tone became more interesting.

Suddenly, his long and narrow eyes glanced at Guangmu Lin next to him, and a dim light flashed for a moment.

"But you came to me with the hairpin today, are you ready to agree to be my Taoist companion?"

"The time at the Wutong Forest, plus the bet made by the Nine Nether Xuantian Formation, I will regard it as a token of love."

As he spoke, he let go of his clasped hands and took half of the hairpin.

Then he smiled, let go of the suppression behind Yan Lin, raised his slightly cold jaw, and kissed her directly.

Yan Lin's pupils shook violently.

Suddenly, a spiritual strike struck An Jinnian, and the blood spirit instantly turned into a shield, surrounding them, but it was completely invincible, the barrier instantly shattered, An Jinnian was blown away, He bumped into a spirit tree, and spit out a mouthful of blood immediately, a huge coercion came in an instant, violently with a raging killing intent.

There was a burning pain on Yan Lin's lips, just now An Jinnian bit him hard when he was protected by the blood ghost.

An Jinnian pressed his chest, stood up slowly, tasted the bloody smell of someone in his mouth, and looked behind with a sneer.

The white-clothed swordsman walked out slowly with a frosty face, surrounded by sharp sword energy.

Yan Lin turned around, his eyes froze, his expression slightly stunned.

There was pure killing intent in those silver frost eyes, so cold that only one hand could calmly kill everyone present, but the deeply suppressed emotions in the depths of the eyes seemed to be finally because of the two people in front of them. A corner of the person is exposed.