Master, he is nice and soft

Outside the window was the dim moonlight, and the cool autumn wind was blowing. Jiang Yan nestled in He Xingzhang's arms to watch the quiet starlight, and rubbed He Xingzhang's palm around his abdomen once in a while.

He Xingzhang helped him untie his hair belt so that he could lean more comfortably, and kissed his hair with his head sideways, and the hot breath from his breath hit Jiang Yan's forehead softly.

"Bitingjiang's house, haven't you been back for hundreds of years?" He held Jiang Yan's finger and gently rubbed the edge of the nail.

The seemingly non-existent itching made Jiang Yan's scalp feel a little numb, and he pinched He Xingzhang's wrist, and then replied: "According to calculations, it's been almost 400 years, and I haven't been back since that time." .”

It's just a ruin, so there's nothing to go back to, right?What's more, the memories of him and his brother there are not very good.

"At that time, I suspected that it might have been written by the fairy world. Otherwise, no matter how powerful it is, it is absolutely impossible to leave no trace of the wind, what do you think?"

Jiang Yan touched his chest, as if he was recalling something through this action, He Xingzhang raised his hand to cover his fingers, "Eight or nine times out of ten, but if it is acting in the fairy world, why didn't you consider the innocent people of the Duan family at all?" As for people, if my master and I hadn’t gone there in time, you would have died.”

More than 400 years ago, the Bitingjiang family was so brilliant. With the swordsmanship secrets passed down by the family, they became famous all over the world, and Jiang Heng, the ancestor of the Jiang family, made great achievements in the battle between the monsters and monsters. At that time The Bitingjiang family, there is no monk who does not feel admiration for it, and can even stand against Wushancheng, who was the most powerful back then.

Although no matter how prosperous and powerful the family is, there will be a day of decline, but from the time Jiang Yan can remember until he was 19 years old, the Jiang family is still so hard to shake.

So no one thought that such a powerful family would suddenly be destroyed in one summer night.

In July of Dingkun 680, a total of [-] members of the Bitingjiang family died overnight in the Jiang family's ancestral house. At that time, no one was there, whether it was ordinary residents around or monks who settled in Biting. Hear nothing.

More than 400 years have passed since this happened, and the records of Xiujie Fengyun have no clue.

And now, two-thirds of the people who know about it are here.

With the help of He Xingzhang that night, Jiang Yan managed to maintain his sanity in the overwhelming memory. Even so, it is still difficult for him to deal with this matter indifferently.

At that time, he went to the temple to worship the ancestors according to the practice of the Jiang family's children. The temple had an enchantment to ensure that the ancestors slept peacefully, so he was completely unaware of what happened outside.Just as he finished his last prostration, the blood-stained head of the Jiang family suddenly broke into the temple, and his eyes shone brightly when he saw him.

Before he could react, he realized that he could not move at all. He had always been at odds with the Patriarch, and he thought it was the Patriarch who suddenly convulsed and wanted to punish him. Unfortunately, he is a three-legged cat sword repairer. Unable to move, he kept trying to protect the Lord from his body in a helpless way.

"I will not let anyone snatch you away! You will never try to escape from me!"

The voice of the head of the family seemed to be filled with frightening madness. Jiang Yan was so frightened that he desperately wanted to break free but could only watch the other party rushing over. He summoned an awl full of intricate patterns and stabbed it directly into his chest.

His heart trembled and the piercing pain hit, but Jiang Yan couldn't even raise his hand to cover the pain. He let out a miserable howl, twitched a few times, and then slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, but What he saw made him wonder in pain—

The place where the awl was pierced, not only did not bleed, but instead glowed with a faint light golden light.

The light didn't seem to have any ominous meaning at all, but the pain from the body couldn't be faked, Jiang Yan even felt that he saw a bull's head and a horse's face at that moment.

He vaguely felt something extremely abundant and pure aura pouring into his body along the tip of the awl. Although the aura was pure, Jiang Yan only felt that every inch of it pushed in seemed to gouge out his soul. It was as if a piece of his soul was going to be ripped out alive.

Under the shining of the golden light, Jiang Yan saw the ferocious desire on the Patriarch's face in his vision blurred by tears, his heart trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was also at that time that he suddenly felt that something in him suddenly became nothingness, and the golden light faded away, leaving only the awl still deeply pierced into his flesh and blood. The Patriarch showed a very satisfied smile, The awl was pulled out at once.

The sharp weapon that was supposed to penetrate deep into his heart only brought out a drop or two of bright blood, which landed on the polished wooden boards of the temple, blurring out a fleeting red flower.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the temple, the barrier was forcibly broken, the wooden door was instantly torn into pieces by spiritual power, and the Patriarch was thrown straight by the broken door, flying several meters away , smashed all the spiritual cards enshrined in the temple to pieces.

But around Jiang Yan's body, there was a layer of enchantment glowing with light white light, which blocked those wood chips flying around for him.

He thought he was finally saved, and endured the severe pain in his body and raised his eyes to see where the domineering spiritual power came from, but the hope in his eyes twisted when he saw the messy Jiang family outside the house.

What exactly happened?

Suppressing the astonishment and fear, Jiang Yan moved his gaze up to look at the only living thing outside the house.

It was a man dressed in white, his appearance was excellent, but he was very different from the people he had seen in his life, as if he had an aura that should not be offended and profane, the bright moonlight shone on him, emitting a faint glow. white light.

He looked down into the temple, and his gaze stayed on Jiang Yan's face for a while before moving to the head of the Jiang family who crawled out of the ruins.

"Stubborn."

The voice was like a Sanskrit sound lingering across the beam, pouring into Jiang Yan's ears and making him a little dazed.

However, this sacred feeling was quickly broken by the head of the Jiang family who had lost his mind, and only heard him yelling almost madly:

"So what? You can't take him away, he is mine and no one can take him away!"

The man sighed, "Stupid."

As soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Yan heard a bang from the side, warm and fishy blood sprayed all over his body, the imprisonment on his body was also released at this moment, and he slid to the ground immediately.

He was aching all over, but the pain couldn't cover up his fear at all.

He didn't even dare to look at the terrifying existence that killed people with just raising his hand.

"Since it's a bad fate, it's easy to end here."

Jiang Yan's whole body trembled immediately, but he could only close his eyes and wait for that moment of collapse.

But in the next second, he fell into a warm and generous embrace. He hurriedly opened his eyes, only seeing He Xingzhang's anxious and worried eyes.

"Jiang Yan? Are you okay, okay, my master is here!"

Jiang Yan looked over his shoulder and saw Venerable Suihua and the mysterious person confronting each other from a distance, and instead of relaxing, his heart became worried.

That mysterious person is really scary, if Venerable Master Suihua accidentally underestimates the enemy, something big will happen!

"No! That person is too scary! Your master will be in danger! I..."

It's a pity that his memory was cut off when he got here, and when he woke up, he was already in his own room on the summit of Buting.

According to his senior brothers, Bitingjiang's family was destroyed three nights ago, and there is no clue as to who the real culprit is.

He just trembled and squeezed the quilt tightly.

A few days later, his master, Master Cheng Ye, felt his pulse, with a serious expression on his face.

"Xiao Yan, you..."

Jiang Yan looked at Cheng Ye unconsciously.

"Your soul is lost, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to make progress in the sword in the future."

After he finished speaking, he paid close attention to Jiang Yan's expression.

I saw Jiang Yan frowned quickly, "Isn't there something else I can learn? Didn't Master always hope that I would practice medicine like you?"

Song Tangyun, who was standing on the side in the room, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Jiang Yan looked at him suspiciously, "Why did Master and Senior Brother react so strongly?"

……

"During that time, I wasted a lot of energy."

As if seeing that Jiang Yan was restless, He Xingzhang teased aloud.

This trick was quite effective for Jiang Yan, he couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that what you should do?"

Tsk, what else can you do if you don't coax someone who is suddenly indifferent?

He groaned in his heart slowly.

Early the next morning, Duan Yaodian summoned him to go to the main hall of Huiqing Pavilion. Jiang Yan pondered for a while, then stuffed He Xingzhang, who was hugging his waist, back into the quilt, and said a few words of comfort before leaving.

Now that Jiang Wei is in a coma, and all the affairs in Huiqing Pavilion have really fallen on Duan Yaodian, at this time, he has to find a way to get some reliable monks to go to Biting, Ningzhou with Jiang Yan, which is really frustrating. He was so tired that his eyelids were darkened a little.

"Pingji Sect has promised to send an elder to go to Biting with you. This happened suddenly. Although I have already repaired the book and sent it to several sects, I haven't heard back for a while. Wait a few more days..."

"Senior brother," Jiang Yan interrupted him, "I'd better find helpers myself, now that the cabinet is in chaos, I don't need to bother you anymore."

He looked at Duan Yandian.

Jiang Yan's eyes were round and he had a very gentle face, but at the moment he was inexplicably firm. Duan Youdian frowned and remained silent for a while.

Jiang Yan continued to work hard: "Brother, I'm not the kind of person who will risk my life, you can rest assured, besides, I already know it in my heart, isn't it much faster to find someone than to cast a wide net like you?"

"I would never act recklessly."

Seeing that Duan Yaodian was slacking off, Jiang Yan hurriedly increased his weight: "Senior brother, I can afford to wait, but my brother may not be able to wait like this..."

After a long time, Duan Youdian sighed.

"Since I was a child, I have never held you back."

His brows softened, his eyes still filled with worry, and he pulled Jiang Yan's wrist for the first time, and summoned a delicate-looking black iron disc on his palm.

"This is Sumeru. If something happens, you can drive it. The mustard world inside can resist anything."

"This time, you must come back properly."

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