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

With so many treasures in his body at such a young age, it seems that this kid is by no means an unknown person.

After thinking about it in my heart, I squinted my eyes and said fiercely: "Today, I missed a move in chess. If the old man loses, he loses. What do you want?"

The boy squatted down, looked at him jokingly, and said maliciously: "It's not good, just four words."

The old Taoist gave him a suspicious look.

He grinned: "Break money and eliminate disasters!"

The old Taoist instantly understood his intentions, his goatee straightened, and his white face flushed with anger: "Don't go too far, you boy!"

"Excessive? You want to kill me, but I only take a little from you. Outsiders will say that I have a heart of pizza."

After the boy finished speaking, he started to search directly, found some things in a mess, and took away the storage bag.

Yan Lin did some calculations, and this robbery wiped out all the old Taoist's savings over the years.

In the end, they abolished half of the old Taoist's cultivation and threw him out of the barren hills, but they didn't really kill them all.

Another half year passed.

The life between the two was peaceful and silent. The silent sword cultivator would be dragged to stand on the top of the mountain, watching the sunset and stars side by side, while talking and laughing, their voices and colors changed, while the voices and smiles of the people beside them invaded the stone like drops of water. A person with a cold heart has gained popularity.

But as time passed, the boy still received a letter from Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Yan Zhentian's notes were written on the thin gold foil paper, which was written very directly, so he could go back immediately, otherwise he would go there to catch him himself, and by then, he would never want to go out for the rest of his life.

His father, the head of the palace, is rigid and stubborn, always likes to talk about family rules and regulations, and has always followed his word, and he has never broken his promise since he was a child.

His words must be heard.

But he managed to narrow the distance between the two of them. At this point, wouldn't it be a waste of all previous efforts to go back?

He crouched in the corner of the room and scratched his head.

After struggling for a long time, he still decided to leave temporarily, and he had no chance of winning against his father.

He walked out the door and found a man who was sitting in the bamboo pavilion, the long hair of crow feathers on the white clothes was loose, half a bunch of silver hairpins.

There is no sword in his hand, just sitting quietly, but it looks like a peerless sharp blade half hidden by the cold light, the sword is so fierce that people are intimidated and dare not offend.

Yan Lin also watched through the eyes of the young man.

He always knew that even if Shi Yuan didn't have Zhewu and a famous sword, he could still stand alone in this heaven, because he was the best sword in the world.

The young man took a deep breath, walked over slowly, sat next to him, lowered his head, and squeezed the passbook in his hand.

"My father told me to go back immediately, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay any longer."

The young man's tone was a little low, but from the corner of his eye he peeked at the expressions of the people next to him, vaguely expecting something.

The black eye feathers moved slightly.

The next moment, the silent person opened his eyes, looked at him with a deep and quiet gaze, and then fell on the document in his hand with the family crest of the Haoran Immortal Mansion printed on it.

Fine paper made of gold foil, the official paper of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Seeing him looking over, the boy tentatively said: "I really have to leave, I don't know when I will be able to come over, you should tell me your name."

During the days when the two were together, the young man asked questions no less than a hundred times, but each time the other party was silent, with no intention of letting go.

The man in white stared at the document, and was in a daze. After a while, he forgot that this man could not stay by his side all the time, and would always leave.

There was a glimmer of darkness in Yinhui's eyes.

Quietly, he actually acquiesced and got used to his existence.

Looking at the young man's energetic face and expectant eyes, there was a trace of strange emotion in his heart.

He didn't seem to want this person to leave.

Shi Yuan stood up, and said three words in a low voice: "...Shi Shuyu."

Pause for a second.

The young man jumped up, his smile was like a bright sun, he threw himself on the man in white, his face pressed against his slightly cold chest, he approached his neck, and took a deep breath.

"You are finally willing to speak!"

"Shuyu, Shi Shuyu, what a good name."

The young man's clear voice fell on his ears, and there was a lingering sigh in his sigh. His warm body was close to him, his arms hung around his neck, and a quiet fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, as clear as a breeze, which was hard to detect. Yinhui's eyes opened wide, and he didn't know whether to raise his hands or put them down.

No one has ever dared to be so bold....

No, he's offended too much.

But he didn't dislike this kind of warm feeling. He slowly raised his white and slender hand, and when he was about to touch him, the young man let go of him suddenly and stepped aside.

The boy looked at him with burning eyes: "Just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, the boy turned around and ran into the bamboo forest beside him.

Seeing the disappearing figure, Shi Yuan lowered his head, staring at his hand inexplicably.

It was several hours later that he came out of the bamboo grove, the green bamboo leaves were rolling and falling, and the young man had a smile on his face.

He walked up to Shi Yuan and raised his hand. In the palm of his hand was a small wooden sword, which was not exquisite in appearance. There were three characters engraved on the sword, Shi Shuyu.

"I made this with my own hands, and it's my dowry. The black sword on your body is nothing compared to that. I'll go back and tell daddy first. I'll come to you again after I convince him!"

Before Shi Yuan could react, he pinned the thing around his waist.

Yan Lin stared blankly at the small wooden sword on the jade belt, feeling extremely sad in his heart.

In fact, he has never understood why he always likes to run to the bamboo forest, why he always likes to carve a small wooden sword...

This familiar look...

It's what he always does...

The boy looked up at Ai Ai: "I gave something, shouldn't you express it?"

Shi Yuan stared at his face, his cold face was as Ling Ran as Chen Xiao, but the gaze in his eyes was as dark as a deep pool.

He slowly raised his hand, covering the boy's eyes.

The young man seemed a little confused, blinked his eyes, his eyelashes flashed across his palms, itching, but he also obediently closed his eyes.

The next moment, the cold breath approached, the cold fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose, and the touch like a light feather slid across the lips.

The boy froze.

Obviously acting boldly, but at the moment it seems to be fixed in place.

The fair cheeks were like two brush strokes of light red ink, slowly blurring, like two fan-red peach blossoms on rice paper.

Feeling the heat in his chest, it took him a long time to grab the hand covering his eyes, take it off, and said lightly: "Received... Received."

Shi Yuan looked at his dark eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up with a vague arc.

That night, there was a person sitting on the boy's bed, dressed in white, making it more hazy against the surrounding moonlight.

There was life in those usually indifferent eyes, but there were also more deep and heavy things.

Shi Yuan raised his hand, a white light gradually gathered at the fingertips, and in the next second, a dazzling white light appeared in his heart, instantly lighting up the whole room.

Looking at the things in his palm, Yan Lin opened his eyes wide and froze.

Phoenix Egg—

Why is it on Shi Yuan——

Under Yan Lin's shocked eyes, the white light split into two, one half entered Shi Yuan's heart again, and the other half flew into the young man's heart.

According to the legend, the treasure that can ascend in half a step is actually divided into two parts at this moment.

Why did he do this!

Yan Lin seemed to have fallen into a demon.

On the day of parting, the boy stood outside the hut with a look of reluctance on his face.

"Then I'll go back first, don't leave, I'll come to you soon."

This time, Shi Yuan nodded his head rarely.

Introverted, he did not speak out what was in his heart.

'Remember to come to me. '

Seeing this, the boy in blue got his promise and left happily.

The boy's figure disappeared at the end.

This walk is a farewell.

Because Shi Yuan himself didn't know that the phoenix egg, which is the most precious treasure in the world, cannot be divided into two.

Once separated, it will eat back, not only will it lose its spiritual power, but it will also erase the most precious memory of the person carrying it.

Above the sky, the boy flew rapidly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his heart filled with sweetness, and the white figure was always in his mind.

But the more he left, his joyful emotions were gradually soothed by something, his chest became slightly warm, and then the figure in his mind became more and more blurred until it went blank.

He stopped in the air, staring blankly at the surrounding scenery.

After a while, he murmured to himself: "Strange, why am I here."

Two years, at this moment, instantly dissipated like a white mist, the memory in my mind was erased, and the two intersecting lines returned to their positions again.

On the other side, the mountain is brilliant, and the morning glow is as bright as a brocade. As usual, the man in white standing on the top of the mountain, his clothes flipped, his calm and distant eyes are peaceful and warm.

In the next moment, there was a sharp snap.

The icy cold that had dissipated around the body was stronger, much more bone-piercing than usual, and three feet away was like ten thousand years of ice.

The meeting by accident turned into a dewy marriage.

See you next time, a stranger.

And the only flaw in this is Shi Yuan.

His cultivation base is advanced, and the phoenix egg has been stored in his heart for some time. Although he has forgotten everything, occasionally there will be a vague figure, a voice whispering in his ear, but he can't see it. unclear.

This kind of emotion is throbbing like never before.

As time passed, this feeling became clearer. After decades, finding the figure in his mind became his obsession.

But those who cultivate the Tao should avoid confusion and obsession, which are opportunities for the demons to take advantage of, and must not be let go.

So he started looking.

Later, many people knew that Jianzu Shiyuan was looking for someone.

Until An Jinnian lied to him, saying that the young master of the Haoran Immortal Mansion killed the person he was looking for, and stripped the dantian to refine the golden elixir...

Everything after that seems to be going smoothly.

In front of him, everyone knew each other, but the only trace of familiarity was thought to be the result of the refined golden elixir.

Yan Lin was beheaded under Zhewu.

Death and soul fly.

Shi Yuan, who has no memory, doesn't know that what he shattered his soul is what he has been looking for——

As for why An Jinnian was able to convince Shi Yuan, it was only because he met a Sanren of Pingdong Mountain and heard him tell a story.

Then An Jinnian silenced him.

In the world, there is only one person who knows the truth.

Of course, Yan Lin didn't know about the latter. He just lost his memory for two years and returned to the time when he left Haoran Immortal Mansion.