Although Ji Lian comforted himself that since the Yu Libai who appeared in front of him was not a teenager, then at least he lived well to adulthood, but the cliff looked high and steep, and looking down at the misty clouds and mist, he could not see the bottom at a glance. Like chasing down a cliff, worrying about someone is inevitable.

The brain is already stupid enough, so if you fall down and hit your head, wouldn't it be even more stupid?

The above few words went around in his mind at a very fast speed, and before he could react, he had already jumped down with the boy.

...Wait, Ji Lian thought, what's the use of following him?

The white flocculent clouds and mist that hit his face obscured his sight, and when the picture changed again, he had already appeared beside a bed.

The surrounding furnishings told him that this was the bedroom of the young Baihe. At this moment, the soothing incense rose from the small red sandalwood incense burner, and the master who had rarely appeared since Yu Baihe grew up from a child to a teenager was also standing beside the bed. , besides him, there is an old man who is feeling the pulse of the unconscious boy Baihe.

Ji Lian knew from the conversation between the two that the accident he just witnessed just happened the day before.

The boy on the bed was pale, with thick gauze wrapped around his forehead, but there were still bloodstains oozing out.

I actually hit my head...

The young man's expression was in pain, and even though he was unconscious, he could still see his eyebrows trembling with pain. The expensive tranquilizing incense could sink one's consciousness into dark and sweet dreams, but it had no effect on relieving the young man's pain at this moment. .

Ji Lian subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to smooth the boy's eyebrows, but thinking that he couldn't touch anything here, his hand paused involuntarily.

If you can't touch it, you can't touch it, he thought.

So the black-haired exorcist just rested his hand on the boy's forehead in vain, carefully not to touch it, as if he really touched it, he stroked from the boy's brow to the end of his eyebrow, back and forth.

Wait, does he act like a disciple who took advantage of the beauty's coma?

The young man stopped abruptly.

This analogy shocked Ji Lian, and he felt sad and depressed for his own depravity.

Fortunately, the conversation between the headmaster and the old man interrupted his series of associations. The old man removed the skinny fingers on the young Baihe's wrist, and shook his head wordlessly at the headmaster.

"This old man... has done his best." He bowed down to the master.

"Ran Weng doesn't need to be like this," the headmaster hurriedly helped him up, "If it's true... this child is also unlucky."

This statement made the old man frown, but he did not comment on the words of the head, but gave his suggestion.

"The head of Nanweizi knows that there is a doctor named Danren under Yuan Xigong's command? Although he is a young man, he is ashamed of his old age in medical skills. You can go to Yuanshanyuan for the injury of the young master. Seek medical treatment at Xigong Mansion."

The head of the sect seemed very happy, "It's very kind of you to say that, if possible, I would definitely not let this child have an accident, I have not apologized to you for inviting Ran Weng here rashly this time, but now, please ask Dan Recommended by a doctor."

Don't you even have a way to Yuanxi Gongfu?

The old man was puzzled, he looked at the dignified head, who was not weird, and then at the thin young man lying on the bed, the benevolence of the doctor finally suppressed his confusion, and promised: "No problem, please wait a little bit, head .”

Ji Lian listened to the conversation between the two, thinking.

Tianyiyi had bad intentions towards Yu Libai, and he didn't care too much about Yu Libai's personal safety. Later, Yu Libai's stupidity might also be the reason for the sequelae of the fall——The exorcist's personal subjective statement ——Will find someone to come for treatment, but will not travel thousands of miles to find Yuanxi's subordinates to come down for treatment.

Because they are opposites.

Maybe Tianyiyi robbed the great Wu Tiangong, and the witches didn't know what to do, maybe they would join the imperial power struggle and play tricks under the eyes of the emperor, but in the confrontation between the royal family and Yuan Xigong, Tianyiyi stood clearly on the side of the royal family side.

Thinking about it, after all, Tianyi Mountain is near the capital, why not support Changyuan Sword Master who is thousands of miles away?

The occasional performance of the leader is too sophisticated, making Ji Lian have to wonder if there is any conspiracy in it this time.

The scene changed again.

Not in the familiar Tianyi Mountain.

It is a mountain city, a veritable mountain city.

Because half of it was excavated inside the mountain.

Looking from the high windows that are several feet high, you can only see people the size of rice grains walking up and down on the volley corridor lined up in the clouds and mists in the distance. There are fairy birds on the cornices combing their feathers gracefully and solemnly, and nearby are clinging to the window sills. The white snow, the strong wind whizzed past, and the snow flakes that had not yet fallen flew up again. Rows of neat windows were arranged from the opposite cliff to the side, and various buildings were supported on the mountain. At a glance, you will only feel that you have seen a strangely shaped mountain rock.

With just such a shallow glance, Ji Lian seemed to be able to hear the sound of hammers digging into the rocks one after another. Like most of the magnificent landscapes in China, this is obviously a miracle of manpower.

But he has never heard of it... Has the city not survived into modern times?

"Hey," Ji Lian heard a strange voice sounding beside him, "You are the one who... made himself foolishly headed by Tianyi?"

He turned around and found that he was in a bedroom. After all, the furnishings in the bedroom were still in the style of China, and the young Baihe was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a white gauze around his head. Very poor, looks like recovering from a serious illness, but is in good spirits.

The questioner was also a boy.

He looks worse than Yu Baihe, his face is pale, his lips are bruised, slender and weak, and his whole body is wrapped in a snow-white fur, which makes his face no bigger than a palm, like a pocket that girls like. A doll, but this doll is made of ice and snow, and has an inviolable aura, and ordinary people dare not even approach him.

The tone of his speech was not as weak as his appearance, but the breath was long, like cold water slowly dissolving ice and snow, and at the same time it carried the sarcasm in the speaker's heart.

This beautiful young man Ji Lian didn't know approached Yu Baihe awe-inspiringly, "Why didn't you say anything, acquiesced?"

Yu Baihe didn't know how to speak, "Uh... who are you?"

"I'll ask first, you answer first." The boy stipulated without doubt.

"This..." Yu Baihe pondered, "...I think that although I fell off the mountain, I should not be stupid."

"But it should be..." The young man repeated his words, "It's almost sure."

Yu Baihe: "...[-] to [-]%."

"so small."

The corner of Yu Baihe's mouth twitched, he was sure that this person came to argue with him.

The young man remembered his previous rules, "Xia Ping'an, you can call me Ping..."

"Yuan Xigong's sick son?" Yu Baihe was shocked.

Xia Pingan, who was interrupted, was not angry, and sat down on the edge of the bed, "My name is very broad."

"No... I just heard my master talk about you with others again..." He hesitated for a while, because of his superficial understanding of the world, he didn't say what the master talked about with others.

"What are you talking about me?" Xia Pingan smiled, and when he smiled, he was not a little approachable, "The sword master is infatuated, the son is weak and said that he might die early, there are no successors in Yuan Xigong's lineage, and the royal soldiers won a lot without bloodshed Total victory?"

Yu Baihe carefully compared what he said with what his master said, and he was sure that what his master said was more vicious, but he didn't say the result of the comparison, but spoke seriously.

"Don't worry, you must live longer than Yuan Xigong."

"Huh?" Knowing that Yu Baihe is a witch, Xia Ping'an raised his eyebrows, looking a little happy, "Thank you for your good words."

Yu Baihe, who subconsciously said the comforting words, expressed that he did not understand.

On the contrary, Ji Lian recalled the history told by Taoist Ziyi, that the penultimate generation of Yuan Xigong who should have lived for a long time passed away inexplicably early, and this is the last generation of Changyuan sword master who is Yu Litian's well-known friend, and also Indeed, he lived "a little" longer than his father.

He didn't even know that Yu Libai had the talent of prophecy, maybe this was the role of that Laoshizi Wuzi?

In this way, Xia Pingan became Yu Baihe's little partner strangely.

Ji Lian, who witnessed the beginning of a friendship, sighed softly.

Up to this moment, although the waves are turbulent secretly, Yu Baihe's childhood life is still considered peaceful.

But since the sword master has already appeared, he doesn't know how long the calm can be maintained.

***

For young Yu Baihe, the days when he had a friend were completely different from before.

Poor Mr. Yuanxi, all his clever head is used to cover up for his friend from his friend's master, and let the monitor sent by the head of Tianyi convey all kinds of wrong information to the head, such as whether Yu Baihe's injury is not healed. They are all meditating seriously and doing their homework seriously, and they have not studied illusion or other messy things. Yuanshan is a good environment for Yu Baihe to recover from his injuries. It is better to leave later if the journey is hard.

He also found some exercises related to shamanism for Yu Baihe to practice, but he didn't tell Yu Baihe what these exercises were useful for.

Xia Pingan knew that Tianyi absolutely didn't want Yu Baihe to know the identity of his witch, even if he told Yu Baihe something, if he was not careful, it would only arouse the suspicion of the head.

During this period of time, Yu Baihe's illusion has progressed by leaps and bounds.

But the moment of separation has come.

The injury has healed, and Yu Baihe, who had no reason to stay in Yuanshan, was urged to leave by his uncle who took care of him.

"Maybe we will never meet again." Xia Pingan who sent Yu Baihe away said so.

"How is it possible, we will meet again, I will miss safety very much." Yu Baihe said.

"I told you that Ping'an is a nickname... Forget it," Xia Pingan shook his head, frowning like a gentleman, "In the future, let's take it easy occasionally."

"Ah."

The two boys who will set off the beginning of the War of Chaos ten years later parted ways.

Five years later, Yu Baihe became famous at the Daomen Conference.

At this time, no one remembered that he was a clown who fell all the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Everyone praised Tianyi as the young master for his gentle temper, and his illusion has become everyone.

The mastery of the illusion is real, and the rest of the things are somewhat illusions created by the illusion.

Ji Lian: "..."

The next time you see Yu Libai in real life, you must ask about your childhood sweetheart.

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