As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian never suffered from this.

He flicked his sleeves and prepared to leave.

However, a person was stopped in front of him——

It's Ling Zhi.

"A remonstrance."

Ling Zhi called him so gently?

Xiao Yunjian's expression faltered for a moment, but he was not stupid.

In an instant, he understood Ling Zhi's next sentence blurted out.

—— "Ajian, help him."

Xiao Yunjian raised the corners of his lips and snorted coldly: "Help him?"

He raised his chin, and stared at Qinglin's face with eyes like ice blades: "I'm really sorry, I can't do it."

He is like a cloud in the sky.

The green scale should be the mud under his feet.

But even so, he made a muddy substitute.

Really funny!

Xiao Yunjian only felt like a big stone was blocked in his heart, sore, astringent, painful and angry.

For a while, the feelings were all mixed together, and they couldn't tell the difference.

He didn't look at those two people any more, turned around and bowed respectfully to Taoist Yaotian, and then went back to his own Wuding Peak.

Seeing him come back, the sansang disciples in the peak turned their faces away and lowered their heads, for fear that they would offend him who was angry.

Xiao Yunjian didn't seek any bad luck from others.

But when he returned to his room, he threw away all the things that Ling Zhi had worked so hard to find for him earlier.

When it was Lefeng's turn, he still stopped his movements.

Resting Rain and Listening to the Wind was originally a sword born from the same lifestone.

He still remembered the joy on Ling Zhi's face when he drew out his sword.

But how much joy he had at that time, and how thoroughly he poured it on him now.

Ling Zhi has always regarded him as a substitute.

That's it.

The sleeves were blown empty by the wind.

Even though the wound had healed, there were still traces of Ling Zhi's sword on his sleeve.

It was like stepping on all his self-esteem and cutting a knife in his heart.

But he is not reconciled.

Mingming Ling Zhi regarded himself as a treasure in his palm just a moment ago.

How could he abandon himself so quickly?

Xiao Yunjian looked at the objects he had scattered on the ground, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness wrapped around him.

He picked and picked for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the bronze mirror in the room.

Fingers sketched on the bronze mirror, the person inside was indeed very similar to the person in the painting.

Similar eyebrows, same nose and lips.

At first glance, it seems that there is just no scarlet tear mole in front of my eyes.

Xiao Yunjiao picked up the vermilion brush beside him by accident.

But when the tip of the pen stood in front of his eyes, he stopped his movements.

What is he doing?

Isn't that like admitting defeat face to face?

He immediately applied spiritual energy and changed the direction of the bronze mirror.

Suddenly remembered his white fox fur collar, as if it was still in Wuxu Peak.

At that time, he was still arguing with Ling Zhi, thinking about going again in a few days.

But now...

What's wrong with him going to get his things back?

Besides—

It should have been his!

When the dusk fell, the full moon like a silver plate shed a layer of tulle on the pear blossoms in Wuding Peak.

Xiao Yunjian wrapped a large cloak, but did not change the torn clothes.

Ling Zhi was punished by Master Yaotian to think about his mistakes at Wujing Peak, so he must be in Xiuzhu Pavilion for this moment.

He knew that he had always been indifferent to Ling Zhi in the past.

Now that he is showing his favor by chance, Ling Zhi will look at him with pleasure again.

He thought quite well, it seemed that Qing Lin was just a passerby.

The steps that landed on Wujing Peak became much easier.

It used to be like this.

If he is willing to give some charity, Ling Zhi will chase after him as sweetly as if he got honey.

Xiao Yunjian closed his cloak, it was still a bit chilly in the snowy night.

He shuddered, and happened to hear a sound coming from the side.

He held his breath, but he heard the discussions among the disciples on Wujing Peak——

"The half-demon brought back by the peak master today looks like a big brother, but it looks more like the painting hanging in his room. So big brother..."

"Hurry up and boo! Eldest brother is so arrogant, it's not as good as this monster race looks soft and weak, weak and weak! At least, it's better to treat the peak master."

"You guys dare to speak like that, senior brother, is it because the monster race seems to have some relationship with the sect master, but is closer than senior senior brother?"

Xiao Yunjian breathed out the turbid air pressure in his chest, and couldn't vomit it out for a long while.Just now... what did they say?

His fingers dug into the bamboo joints tightly, and his fingertips turned white.

The green bamboo shook twice, scraping off some leaves.

No one paid attention to the only bamboo in the dark night, and it was still talking with great interest.

Until someone coughed lightly, cutting off their words.

Xiao Yunjian recognized it in an instant.

That was Ling Zhi's voice.

Ling Zhi arranged: "Sweep out the hut on the side of Xiuzhu Pavilion."

This is actually entering the room.

It turned out that what disciple Sansao said was true, but he didn't know it at all.

Xiao Yunjian's fingers became more and more forceful, and his knuckles suddenly turned blue.

He couldn't restrain his spiritual power from raging, causing the bamboo to wither suddenly.

Ling Zhi then said something, but he could no longer hear it.

It seems that the only thing he should do is to go back bitterly.

After he left, Ling Zhi stared at the dead bamboo hidden in the bamboo forest.

I haven't spoken for a long time.

The next day at the Demon Slaying Conference, although Master Yao Tian asked Xiao Yun not to attend to avoid embarrassment.

But before noon, he was already chatting and laughing at the venue.

As if nothing like yesterday happened.

Ling Zhi thought about it and never showed up.

He also never saw that half-demon youth Qinglin.

But after today's game, it's no different.

Xiao Yun was so admonished that he was out of sight and out of mind.

But still often absent minded.

In the end, Master Yaotian summoned Xiao Yun to remonstrate.

Before he could open his mouth, Xiao Yunjian bowed his head in salute, and said respectfully: "Master said that I am still a senior brother of the Supreme Immortal Sect, so I can't leave my sect behind. Since there is no problem, I will come here. "

Master Yaotian sighed: "Fortunately, you know the general situation, and you are someone I value. However, Qinglin is still in my Wuxu Peak. These days, she will always be in Wuxu Peak."

Xiao Yunjian suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes couldn't hide the astonishment.

Yaotian said again: "Maybe he really has something to do with me. The eggshells that fell from him belonged to my senior sister."

Xiao Yunjian was startled, his mind paused, he couldn't figure out the twists and turns, he just asked: "But... isn't she, she has cultivated the way of ruthlessness?"

"Her ruthless way was broken by me." Yaotian turned his eyes to the distant mountains, his long beard was blown by the wind, "many are just guesses."

Yao Tian's words struck Xiao Yunjian's heart like a heavy hammer.

He still remembered the words of those disciples in the bamboo grove yesterday: "He is just like the elder brother. If I had a choice, I would naturally choose the gentle and lovely person."

That is, to completely abandon him.

Whether lover or master.

Xiao Yunjian's fingertips dug into the palm of his hand hard, blood staining his nails.

In a panic, he heard Yaotian said again: "After the investigation is clear, I will send Qinglin down the mountain. After a few years, when you succeed as the head, we will reunite with him."

Master Yaotian looked at his appearance, and knew that his apprentice came today without any hindrance, and he was strong enough to support him.

He sighed, and said: "Yun Jian, someone came to report that a monster appeared in Maozhou Mansion at the foot of the mountain, sucking people's energy and taking people's lives. After thinking about it, only you and Ling Zhi are worthy of the important task." .”

Although the real Yaotian said so much, Xiao Yunjian understood the inner mystery.

He and Ling Zhi were the ones who went to Maozhou Mansion, and they were the only ones to go.

Xiao Yunjian felt stagnant in his heart.

But he pursed his lips and only said: "I'm afraid... my uncle won't want to."

After listening to Yaotian, he pinched a Lingjian and sent a message to Ling Zhi.

Tell him not to think about it, but to come to Wuxu Peak where the head of the sect lives.

Wuxu Peak is the highest peak of the Supreme Immortal Sect, surrounded by immortal energy and green trees rising into the clouds.

Yaotian really likes to be quiet, and there are not many Sansao disciples who wait on him on weekdays. When he turns around the winding path and secluded place by chance, if he sees one or two, he just nods his head and salutes.

Just walking to Yaotian Zhenren's residence, Xiao Yunjian saw a hut out of the corner of his eye.

He could vaguely feel that there was an enchantment woven by Yao Tianzheng.

Maybe it was to prevent others from going in, or maybe it was to prevent Qinglin from coming out.

He didn't pay attention any more, and controlled himself not to think about those things anymore, and followed Yaotian into the inner room.

After a while, Ling Zhi came over.

It was like a bright light at first glance, Xiao Yunjian couldn't take his eyes off even if he did it deliberately.

He was dressed in plain white clothes, and the loose hair he once loved was also tied up in a crown.

It made his cold face even more beautiful.

Xiao Yunjian was stunned.

Ling Zhi changed his appearance even after washing and dressing up.

At that time, it was because of a word he said that his hair looks good when loose, so he didn't like to tie his hair anymore.

Xiao Yun's remonstrance was like a stick in his throat, and he stood there in a daze.

It is those belly drafts typed in the future, which are completely forgotten.

Master Yaotian motioned him to sit down on the sandalwood armchair opposite Xiao Yunjian, and said, "There is a snake monster in Maozhou Prefecture who hurt people, and the common people have sued the Supreme Immortal Gate. The monster slaughter meeting is over, and I will leave it to you two." Let's deal with this."

Xiao Yunjian raised his fist, "Yes, Master."

Ling Zhi was straightforward: "Brother, I'm still thinking about it."

Master Yao Tian waved his hand: "Don't overthink it, the business is important."

Ling Zhi said again: "My nephew will soon take over as the head of the sect, so I should handle this matter myself."

The corner of Xiao Yunjian's lips twitched.

nephew?

Really funny.

Xiao Yunjian tilted his head, took a sip of tea indifferently, and said, "My nephew is young, and I need more help from my uncle."

Only the hand that put down the tea cup trembled slightly.

He raised his eyes and inadvertently cast his gaze on Ling Zhi.

But in Ling Zhi's peach blossom eyes, they are clear and open.

He bumped into him.

Xiao Yunjian hesitated a little.

This is right... isn't it his fault?

He only felt that his heart was blocked, and he couldn't breathe in a tight breath.

Ling Zhi has yet to refute with words.

Then I heard the disciple outside the door knocking on the door in panic: "Really, young master, he actually broke the barrier. Only one book is left, and there is no trace!"

Xiao Yunjian let out a foul breath.

But seeing Ling Zhi and Yao Tianren exchanged glances, they both got up from their chairs.

The disciple hurriedly presented the handwritten letter, and Master Yaotian took out the letter paper and quickly unfolded it.

Xiao Yunjian didn't stand very far away, and he also saw the writing on the handwriting——

Real people, seeing words is like meeting.

Lin doesn't want to implicate others, but only wants to save this life and be kind to this body.

So I went down the mountain alone and left, hoping that Zhenren and Lingfeng Lord are well.

scale characters.

It's a light page, but a few words are written in it.

But it looks in the eyes of others, but he has a heavy heart.

Yaotian Zhenren sighed deeply: "If this enchantment is not extremely powerful, only my blood relatives can break it."

This is the whole story of Qinglin's background.

Ling Zhi frowned, and took a few glances at the letter paper.

"Senior brother, I will go down the mountain this time, and I will go with my nephew." He said, "Qinglin's footsteps are not fast, and she is injured. If I go down the mountain now, I can still make it in time."

Just for Qinglin?

Xiao Yun remonstrated like falling into an ice pond.

For a moment, it was bleak and bone-chilling.