The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

The flowing water is gurgling, the green trees are shaded, today is a rare day with bright sunshine and clear sky.

Jumping over the luxuriant grass under their feet, two people, one big and one small, walked slowly to Shangguan Yun's room.

Jing Wuyou originally wanted to knock on the door according to the rules, but just as he raised his hand, Feng Chiling who was beside him stopped him in time.

Feng Chiling's breathing seemed to be a little stagnant, he stood motionless in front of the door for a while, Jing Wuyou thought that he was going to be some kind of demon again to tease the second senior brother, but he didn't expect his tone to be too calm: "Not in the room .”

Jing Wuyou raised his head and asked in doubt: "Not here? Where will it go then?"

"You ask me who I'll ask." Feng Chiling rubbed her neck, "Here's a place where farts are bigger, where can he go alone."

Jing Wuyou fell into deep thought, and then asked: "Will the second senior brother go down the mountain with Master?"

Feng Chiling snorted coldly, as if hearing a joke, and said, "Do you think this is possible?"

As for the conversation between Luo Xiao and that old man, can Shangguan Yun get in the way?

At most, he could only stand on the sidelines as a decoration, watching the two of them chatting endlessly because they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

No matter how stupid he is, why should he be so stupid to make himself miserable.

Besides, if his ineffective second junior brother really followed him, how could he not notice it.

After a long while, he still decided to break in. After raising his legs, a beautiful kicking action made the closed doors and windows suddenly open.

The warm sun came in directly from outside the door, causing Jing Wuyou to choke a few times with the dust.

He covered his mouth with one hand, and fanned his face with the other in a hurry. While taking care of himself, he didn't forget to tiptoe to fan Feng Chiling's surroundings as well.

Going on like this for several days, Jing Wuyou really doesn't look like a fellow apprentice, but more like a personal servant who is in charge of serving Feng Chiling tea and water, and takes care of him.

Feng Chiling also allowed him to jump and jump at the side, showing great hospitality.

After crossing the threshold and walking in step by step, Feng Chiling simply looked around and asked awkwardly, "When was the last time you saw him?"

As soon as he moved, Jing Wuyou had to follow him, while jumping, he fanned away the dust that had been pushed up due to careless cleaning, half covered his nose and said, "It was probably when I saw him when I... .”

In the middle of speaking, Jing Wuyou seemed to think of something, and immediately stopped talking and moved away, but his senior brother quickly caught the ghost in his words, condescendingly moved his neck, and faced him with his mask. He, asked: "You said—while you were doing?"

Jing Wuyou stood silently, his gaze wandering on the floor.

Feng Chiling turned her head around and said, "I'll know if you don't tell me, you went to secretly practice again, didn't you?"

Jing Wuyou gave a "hmm" sound like a mosquito.

Eldest senior brother has the ability to reach the sky, so no matter how careful he is, he will not escape his eyes. Instead of telling lies again in a panic, it is better to tell the truth, and maybe he will be punished lightly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Chiling didn't intend to take it lightly at all, and suddenly stretched out her hand to grab his ear, and said sullenly: "Okay, you really went to practice!? I said you are all farting, right? And Then what is it that you have finished copying? How dare you secretly practice sword behind my back before you finish copying? Why are you so capable!"

Jing Wuyou's ears were almost pinched red by him, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were tightly knit together, and he said softly: "I didn't hide it from you on purpose, I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, big brother Can you let go?"

Hearing his rare coquettish voice, as if he had a personality only at this age, Feng Chiling let go of his hand after a "tsk", and folded his arms instead, saying, "I won't hold you accountable for now." This, tell me, where did you practice, and you won't let me find out..."

Suddenly, his breathing was slightly stagnant, he glanced at Jing Wuyou and nodded to look at his palm, his voice trembled slightly: "Go to the back mountain?"

Jing Wuyou hesitated for a moment, he didn't understand why the senior brother's tone suddenly changed, and he didn't understand why it was strange even if the second senior brother went to the back mountain.

Feng Chiling put one hand on Jing Wuyou's shoulder, tightened it secretly, and said coldly, "Is it?"

Jing Wuyou squinted his eyes because of his pulling, and nodded after thinking for a long time: "Second senior brother probably went to dig his sword."

After getting this answer, Feng Chiling took a deep breath with difficulty, and shouted at Jing Wuyou: "Who told you to go there!?"

This sentence contains the true energy that can only be found when you reach the cultivation level of Yuanying. Even in a remote small room, the loudness of that sentence is still like a thunderbolt from the blue sky in the valley of the sky, so loud that the sky will almost collapse. up.

The fine dust was swept away in an instant, and Jing Wuyou's ears suddenly rang, and he felt a warm liquid flowing out of his nasal cavity, his throat was dry, and the rusty smell flooded his throat after a while.

He forcibly endured it, and said with difficulty: "I was practicing sword near the back mountain, and I didn't go in...but when I...was about to go back, I saw the second senior brother, I asked him...he just said Walk around so I don't have to worry."

He paused, his face turned pale, Feng Chiling's heart suddenly went blank, he quickly let go of the hand that was about to sink into Jing Wuyou's shoulder, and tried his best to slowly turn his hasty tone into calm.

After a while, he said: "When he said he was walking around, he was really just walking around? You don't know what kind of character Shangguan Yun is? You shouldn't believe him."

Jing Wuyou coughed a few times, barely swallowed a stream of thick blood at the tip of her throat, pinched the corner of Feng Chiling's sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I was wrong, but at the end of the back mountain What is it that makes you so nervous?"

Feng Chiling supported the mask distractedly, and sighed silently: "Master just buried the magic sealing box in the back mountain yesterday, and the box is also spiritual, and it is easy to get rid of it if you don't fully adapt to the new environment." Something happened. That's why Master told me to keep the two of you away from the back mountain."

It was clearly not his fault, but why should he apologize.

Why on earth am I taking my anger out on this kid who doesn't know anything.

Jing Wuyou blinked in confusion, and said, "Senior brother...you didn't say anything."

"Fuck!" Suddenly, Feng Chiling knocked her head violently, then scratched her scalp, and said angrily, "I forgot about it."

He was only thinking about how to rectify Shangguan Yun yesterday, but he left such an important matter behind.

Thinking about it, if something happened to Shangguan Yun, he really couldn't escape the guilt.

And he was still blaming Jing Wuyou before - what's the matter!

Feng Chiling glanced at him through the mask calmly, saw that he was looking at her in confusion, and suddenly felt that she really didn't know what to say or what to do for a moment.

It took a long time for Feng Chiling to make a move.

He raised his hand and caressed Jing Wuyou's face carefully, but Jing Wuyou didn't seem to be afraid, and continued to look at him without hiding.

There was no fear or timidity in his expression.

Feeling that icy hand brushing against his cheek in a non-stop manner, it was a little itchy, Jing Wuyou didn't move to stop it, but just curled his neck and said softly: "Senior brother, I'm a little itchy."

Seeing his reaction, Feng Chiling sighed, squatted down, stared at his face for a long time, then raised her hands suddenly, holding his face, and said softly, "Does it still hurt?"

The tone was soft and ethereal, and there was an indescribable sense of charm in the softness. It came out of his mouth word by word, like a kite singing and a phoenix singing, Jing Wuyou couldn't help but be taken aback.

Feng Chiling said: "I hurt you just now, I'm sorry, senior brother is here to heal your wound, okay?"

It's nothing more than flattered.

Jing Wuyou didn't blink, and stared straight at him, as if a stone had been thrown on the originally calm lake, causing ripples.

At that moment, his mind was almost blank, and it was his strong self-control that made him lose his mind for a moment, and finally he regained his composure, and said in a daze, "Brother, are you...don't be angry with me?"

"Why am I angry with you?" Feng Chiling smiled wryly, and withdrew her hand, "It's not your fault in the first place, if you want to be angry, you are also angry with yourself."

"If I hadn't been negligent and forgot to tell you, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. I will look for your second junior brother later, and before that, I will treat your injuries."

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Jing Wuyou hastily refused: "No senior brother, I'm fine, right now the matter of second senior brother is more important, I will go to the back mountain with you to find him."

Feng Chiling's voice changed several times faster than flipping a book, he straightened up and said incredulously: "No, let's not say that you can't go if you are injured, even if you are not injured, I still won't let you go." Follow along."

Jing Wuyou looked at him calmly for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said with crooked eyes: "If senior brother doesn't take me with me, I will tell him that you hurt me when master comes back, even if master likes you, brother, he won't Ignore the door rules and easily bypass the senior brother."

The seemingly innocent smiling face, but the words are so uncute.

Hearing this, Feng Chiling's back was stiff, like a pine tree standing indifferently for a while, then he pursed his lips and turned sideways, pinched a piece of soft flesh on Jing Wuyou's face, and said through gritted teeth: "I really underestimated you. , dear third junior brother."

His own face was kneaded into a strange shape, and Jing Wuyou still looked at him with a smile on his face.

Like eating honey, it is extremely sweet.

- Xuankun Mountain Back Mountain

Due to the urgency of the situation, Feng Chiling was not in the mood to order the little foxes to carry him away in sedan chairs, but only carried the petite Jing Wuyou with him.

The forest is dense, and the back mountain is a vast green sea.

In view of the fact that this place has been uninhabited and maintained for a long time, the black bark on the branches of many big trees is cracked and covered with blue moss.

When the wind blows, yellow and black dead leaves fall all over the ground.

In order to prevent the stinky boy surnamed Jing from getting lost or being captured by some monster, Feng Chiling held his hand firmly throughout the whole process.

And Jing Wuyou also grabbed him instead.

Even though the elder brother's hand seemed to be made of ice, it was cold enough to make people's gums tremble, but he still held it tightly, not wanting it to leave.

After walking for a while, but didn't find anything, Jing Wuyou asked: "Elder brother, shall we keep searching like this?"

Feng Chiling stopped when she heard this, and said: "Forget it, since that thing doesn't want to come out, then I will force it to come out."

After speaking, he let go of Jing Wuyou, pulled him behind him, opened his palm, and the Suxue Sword, carved out of ice and jade, suddenly appeared in his hand.

At that moment, ten miles were frozen, the north wind howled, and a thick layer of frost condensed on the branches of hundreds of ancient trees.

The strong wind accompanied by blizzard is very different from the scene in front of the mountain.

Feng Chiling continued to summon the harsh environment with breathless concentration as if she was outside, but Jing Wuyou was not strong enough to hold on to this biting cold wind.

Even if he was protected within the reach of Blizzard, Jing Wuyou was still shivering from the freezing aura.

Just when he was about to be unable to hold on any longer, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a "plop" sounded in his ears, accompanied by bursts of crying babies.