After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao never imagined that one day he would fall into the bear's nest, and he was exhausted after tossing around like this for a while.

He is tall and has long legs, lying in the middle of the bed, on the inside is the excited Wanwusheng who has never slept in the bed before, and on the outside is the restrained and obedient, extremely well-behaved Yunjian.

These two have different temperaments and completely opposite temperaments.

System: Maybe it's a kind of hugging from left to right.

Sheng Huaizhao was no longer in the mood to roll his eyes, and felt that everything was sneaking and moving around, so he tapped his wooden skull with a crisp sound.

He warned: "If you move again, you will be planted in the soil."

Wan Wusheng covered his forehead with hatred, and honestly did not move.

Along with the tension, there was also Yun Jian curled up into a small ball beside him.

"I didn't mention you." Sheng Huaizhao turned around and rubbed the top of Xiao Baozi's hair helplessly, "You can move as you like."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Wan Wusheng bumped against his back, using practical actions to resist his double-standard behavior.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't feel sleepy at all, but he couldn't let everything live here to do his best, so he could only lie flat and act as the Chu River Han boundary.

"You lean on me, don't fall in half asleep." His hand fell to his side lightly, and carefully took Yun Jian into his arms.

The six-year-old Xiaotuanzi was soft everywhere, and he hugged him lightly with hooked hands, with his soft face leaning against his chest.

Xiao Yunjian has been sleeping alone since he was three years old. At this age, he has almost forgotten the feeling of being hugged to sleep. He was taken into Sheng Huaizhao's arms unexpectedly, and the sound of his heartbeat resounded through his chest.

He clearly didn't know where his security and trust came from, but he was willing to let the person in front of him control him.

It seemed, as if they had known each other for a long time...

"I, I..." He moved back uncomfortably and stuttered, "I can do it myself."

This kind of skin-to-skin intimacy made the child so unfamiliar that he was terrified, as if the company in front of him was just a dream, and he would wake up anytime, anywhere.

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes lightly, lowered his head against the top of his hair, and patted his back comfortingly: "Got it, be good."

That's what he said, but he didn't let go of him, the warmth spread along the touching place, Xiao Yunjian blinked his eyelashes slightly, as if trembling.

He was actually hugged by this person and fell asleep.

"I'm used to sleeping with something in my arms, and my body is just right for my hands," Sheng Huaizhao said softly, "I'm sorry for you."

Yun Jian clung to his arms, listening to his heartbeat slowly calm down, his hands and feet that had been tense just now gradually warmed up, as if he had been trapped in a ball of warm jade.

He lowered his head slightly, sniffing the faint scent of the clothes of the person in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes as if he felt extremely at ease.

Ever since seeing Sheng Huaizhao, a wonderful sense of familiarity and comfort emerged in his mind, as if he himself was dependent on him.

...How could it be wronged.

On the inside, the drowsy Wanwu gave birth to its mouth.He tasted the slightest sweet feeling, which is love and attachment.

Late at night, Sheng Huaizhao opened his eyes, and gently put the hand on his waist back to Yun Jian's side, and after making sure that the little bun was sleeping soundly, he picked up Wanwusheng, who was sleeping like a dead tree, with one hand.

The sarcasm at night made the sleeping tree tremble, and Wan Wusheng slowly opened his eyes: "How can I...fly in the sky?"

Sheng Huaizhao hugged his wooden waist and quickened his pace: "You are here to visit the memory, do you really regard yourself as Yunjian's friend?"

He had only planned to lull Yun Jian to sleep and leave, but he didn't expect that the wood would really look good and pretend to be a family wine with Yun Jian.

Wan Wusheng yawned lazily, and stretched out his hand to Sheng Huaizhao stickily: "Then you hug me."

Sheng Huaizhao frowned, lifted it up and blew it against the wind: "Aren't you awake?"

"I found out that you hugged Yun secretly, it must be fair, right?" Wan Wusheng's limbs were restored to wood, wrapped around Sheng Huaizhao's body like a dodder, and the rascal said, "I want to hug too."

This is what it learned from Jiang Wanzhu's memory, what it wants, just stick to the elders and prolong the syllables.

However, it obviously doesn't know that Sheng Huaizhao is selfless and ruthless.

Sheng Huaizhao pressed his head and pushed the man away from him, and asked, "How about making you into a wooden wind chime and hanging it on the wall?"

Everything went down cursing.

The previous interaction with Xiao Yunjian was just like an episode, and all living beings mobilized their own spiritual power to move the past years forward.

Yun Jian woke up the next day without crying, nor lost, but a little empty, as if he was still in a dream.

Sheng Huaizhao, who was hidden outside his memory, lowered his eyes, feeling apologetic uncontrollably in his heart.

The east rose and the west set, and the day and night changed, and all creatures in concentration opened their eyes again.

Sheng Huaizhao knew that this was coming to a critical point again.

The figure of Mo Ren appeared in the memory.

That night was Yun Jian's seventh birthday, Xiao Kui Bao was holding his mother's sword tassel in his hand, waiting for his relatives to celebrate his birthday with him.But halfway through, he was guarding under the steps illuminated by the cold moon with his cloak around his arms, waiting for one bad news after another.

The blood-stained spirit sword of the birth mother came with a humming and mournful cry.

An ominous premonition quickly spread in the young boy's heart, he sat on the spirit sword tremblingly, and left the side hall where he had been alone for a year.

After that, what Yun Jian saw was the blood-stained sect, killing and thick smoke intertwined with despair, all over the sky.

The guards of the sect fled in embarrassment, wailing all over the sky: "My lady has gone mad, she killed her husband and proved the truth..."

Soon, under the guidance of the spirit sword, Yun Jian saw his mother who was dressed in blood-stained red clothes like a demon, who had cut out his father's heart with his own hands.

She was no longer the gentle and gentle appearance in her memory, her eyes were completely red with blood and tears, and even the pupils seemed to be dizzy.

Xiao Yunjian was terrified, crying and wanting to fall to the ground, but the spirit sword was sealed, and he would never be allowed to get close to the ground.

His mother still abandoned him after all, in such a resolute and terrifying way.

Until he was completely free from despair and blood, when Yun Jian landed in a completely unfamiliar place, he looked at the sword in front of him helplessly.

This is a nightmare engraved in the depths of the soul.

The calamity was not over, the gentle and obedient spirit sword suddenly rose out of thin air and stabbed at him, Yun Jian couldn't dodge in time, and now two red marks were burned by the sword intent.

He thought that his mother was completely possessed and the sword was out of control, but he heard his mother's gentle voice as before in the burning eyes.

"Admonition son, mother is incompetent and cannot protect you well. The two swords will protect you from falling into the devil's way and from disturbing your mind. Even if you can't step into the cultivation world in the future, you must remember what I told you."

"Even if you are not famous in the world, you can't do a lot of evil. Be an upright person and live a good life."

"...I'm sorry, don't blame my mother for being cruel."

The last words were so cruel that a seven-year-old child would be blinded by the blood and tears at the end of his eyes.

It was at this time that Mo Ren appeared.

He lifted up the dark Taoist robe, hugged the heartbroken child into his arms like lovingly, and said softly: "Jian'er, I am your father's brother, and I was entrusted by his last words to pick you up."

Mo Renyi's eyes were dark and deep, hiding a triumphant smile: "It's okay, I will take care of you from now on."

At this point, both the system and Sheng Huaizhao understood.

It was this "senior brother" who gave Yun Jian a bad omen at the beginning, saying that he didn't have any talent.Mo Ren caused the tragedy with his own hands, and at this time, he pretended to be the only one relying on him to deceive Xiao Kuibao's trust.

I am afraid that this person knew from the day Yun Jian was born that he was an excellent living cauldron, so the design made Yun Jian pushed to the top of the cliff step by step, and let him witness the tragic situation of his parents with his own eyes, breaking the dependence on others. After thinking about it, he finally brought people into his own cave.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to let a sect be destroyed.

After taking away Xiaoyun's remonstrance, Mo Ren first raised him with panacea, did not teach him how to cultivate, nor taught him how to cultivate, but only treated him like a furnace.

The conjecture was confirmed, and Sheng Huaizhao's heart became colder and colder.

Until later, Yun Jian, who had digested his grief, carefully asked the uncle why his mother went crazy.

Mo Ren's smile was restrained instantly, and the coercion at that moment was as heavy as a rock.

"Because your mother's talent is not enough, mortals want to go against the sky, except to find another way and find some evil methods that damage Yin virtue, they will only be willing to degenerate, become crazy and become demons."

This is clearly Mo Ren's own predicament, but he slanders Yun Jian's mother.

Yun Jian didn't believe it, his mother was not strict with him, and she also had a righteous heart. No matter how young he was, he knew that his mother would not embark on this evil path.

Mo Ren listened to his justification, as if some kind of deep hidden pain had been severely pierced, he uncontrollably grabbed the boy's neck: "You doubt me—?"

Yun Jian burst into tears.

Mo Ren's eyes became more and more gloomy, and the dark color that surged during this period did not look like a normal person.

He didn't let go of his hand until Yun Jian was about to die.

Mo Ren stood with his hands behind his back: "Since you really want to know why your mother went mad, why don't you learn the same way of swordsmanship as her."

He wanted the young man to retreat in spite of difficulties, and wanted to sneer at him for not having any talent for cultivation.

However, Yun Jian was shedding tears while saying in a weak and broken voice: "Okay."

He didn't accept his fate.

The gloom on Mo Ren's face was as thick as a cloud, and his murderous intent surged, but he suppressed his anger thinking that this was the cauldron he had found so hard.

The existence of Yun Jian is to be used by him on the day of Dan Cheng, what is it to get angry with him for such a small matter that is a foregone conclusion at this time?

In the end, Mo Ren finally thought of a way to make himself happy.

He said: "Since you have such a Taoist heart, regardless of whether you are talented or not, you must be someone who introduces the door."

Mo Ren dispelled the terrified surlyness before, and said with a smile: "Kneel in front of me, kowtow and call Master, I will teach you."

If it was Sheng Huaizhao, he would have to fight to the death with the person in front of him, even though he knew that he had no chance of winning.

But Yun Jian is not, he has too many burdens, his mother's last words, the tragedy of the sect, and the truth about his mother's madness...Knowing the person in front of him or the abyss, he has no choice.

He stopped his tears, knelt down in front of Mo Ren slowly, and called out hoarsely, Master.

Mo Ren hated his refusal to admit defeat, but he couldn't take back his words. In a fit of anger, he planted Gu poison in Yun Jian's belly in advance. This move was to guard against Yun Jian's serious cultivation level and attack him, the "master".

Vicious everywhere.

Seeing the young man crouching at his feet in pain and pulling out, Mo Ren was extremely arrogant: "If you want to go against the sky and become a sword repairer, you have to pay a price."

After that, all Yun Jian's tears were shed that night.

Mo Ren forced out the true qi in his body, used the best elixir to condense the spiritual core for him, and forged a cauldron that fit his heart wholeheartedly.

Occasionally, he was interested, and seeing Yun Jian actively cooperate, he gave him two sword books.

After the Gu poison was formed, he confirmed that he controlled the young man in the palm of his hand, so he stopped guarding him every day.Anyway, this Gu is vicious and vicious, as long as Yun Jian survives for a day, he will be under his control.

Yun Jianfeng focused his mind, all the weakness in the past came to an end from the moment he held the sword.

His first sword was the rusty relic of his mother that branded the sword intent for his eyes.

When the sword wielder loses his soul or degenerates into a demon, the fairy sword will automatically decay and discard its spiritual power, so as to prevent it from being used by outsiders.

The rusty sword was blunt and heavy, and even Mo Ren didn't have the intention to melt it. Such a rotten thing is a perfect match for a waste of no talent. What tricks can it make?

But he didn't know that it was this rusty sword with remnants of aura that led the clouds into the way of the sword, because after being with his mother for a long time, the remaining sword moves quietly resonated with his sword bones, and it turned out to be an invisible mentor.

At the age of 13, Mo Ren appeared in front of Yun Jian after four years.

He wanted to retreat to pass the catastrophe, so he handed a mustard seed mirror to the young man, inside it was a refined medicine equipment, for his self-defense and physical training.

At that time, Yun Jian was reticent and restrained, and he no longer had the weakness of the past.

Mo Ren measured his cultivation, convinced that apart from his years of nurturing and nourishing, his own cultivation had not improved at all, so he was completely at ease.

However, on the night when Mo Ren's aura was completely cut off, Yun Jian sat under the cold moon, and the spiritual energy hidden in the seal washed away the old wounds like old scars under his eyes, condensing a dazzling red.

The turning point of Yun Jian's life is the bottoming out plot that comes standard with the male protagonist of Dianliu.

Xiao Yunjian's powerful spiritual consciousness awakened his mother's sword, and he touched the sword bone lock hidden deep in his soul.

The rust on the sword faded, and the spirit sword returned to a spoon, unlocking the secret seal in his soul.

The sword intent is all over the body, the young man washes his marrow overnight, and the mirror is broken several times.

Yun Jian's eyes were gloomy, and he lowered his eyes to look at all kinds of mess under the cliff.

He finally understood the meaning of the phrase "Don't blame your mother for being cruel" in his last words.

"I see..." Sheng Huaizhao sighed in a low voice.

Yun Jian was not born with nothing, on the contrary, he is a genius in practice.

And his mother realized it when she was pregnant with him. After all, she was born with a sword bone, how could she not know how the fetus would develop, but at the same time, the mother, Jianxiu Da Neng, had long been aware of the dangers around her.

Some people have been watching for a long time, waiting for this child to be born.

But the evil spirit was hidden too deep, she couldn't uproot it, so she could only use her own sword bone as a lock to protect the only blood.

It's a pity that being so cautious still didn't protect Yun Jianquan. Mo Ren had already seen through his unique physique, and used all external powers to shape him into a stepping stone for himself to step into the master of the world in the most vicious way.

These are all Yun Jian's memories before Sheng Huaizhao appeared.

It is also the plot line experienced by the hero of the original book.

But judging from the ending, Yun Jian was desperate and asked with all his heart, presumably he broke Mo Ren's poison with his own ability.

This should be the most normal plot, how did Mo Ren break out of a dead end that had nothing to do with him, and so disturb Yun Jian's fate?

Wan Wusheng stood at the lower end of the cliff and took a deep breath.

"The endless hatred, the pure and innocent Dao heart, and... the indifference that is getting farther and farther away from ordinary people's emotions."

He has completely transformed from a little crying bag who is ignorant of the world into a decisive, resolute and resolute iceberg.

The dual personality constitutes a complete Yunjian.

Sheng Huaizhao only felt that his heart was dull, Yun Jian's youthful joys were like stars, but his sufferings were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River.

The so-called cool texts are all about simplifying the pain and magnifying the gains.

Sheng Huaizhao already grasped what he wanted to know, and looked down at the wooden doll in front of him: "It's time to quit."

Wan Wusheng raised his head slowly: "Happiness, anger, worry, fear, love, hatred... I have tasted all of them, and there is only one left, which is still lacking in heat."

The child's eyes made Sheng Huaizhao uneasy, he raised his hand and put it on the back of Wan Wusheng's collar: "The rest is called desire, you Douding is so old that you know a fart, quickly take me away from Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness."

This order completely aroused Wan Wusheng's rebellion, it gave Sheng Huaizhao a vicious look, not only did not listen, but also accelerated Yun Jian's memory.

The young man entered the Tao with the sword, and the sword intent left by his mother's day and night practice in the old sword became the only mentor. He broke the shackles of spiritual energy in the gap of time, gathered the spirits of heaven and earth, and asked with the heart of the sword.

The more you explore the life of all things, the more you feel bad.

Yun Jian has practiced Taoism for so many years, but he has never been tempted by anyone.

Sheng Huaizhao's face was serious: "I said he won't have it, so it's time to go."

Wan Wusheng lowered his head resentfully, and finally poked it unwillingly, his eyes lit up instantly: "You lied to me, obviously you did."

"What..." Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously turned around, only to find that Yun Jian's memory had stopped in that small mountain village.

At that time, a young man dressed in red and with messy hair was standing at the entrance of Sheng Mansion.

The cold and indifferent young swordsman fell to the ground with his sword, and the red-clothed boy threw himself into his arms.

"Brother Immortal, I was chosen by the Old Demon..."

"Just at this moment." Wan Wusheng's eyes lit up, thinking it was a hungry little beast that was in desperate need of food, "He was moved."

System: ...Host, you must remember this scene, right?

Of course Sheng Huaizhao remembered that this was the first time he met Yun Jian on the day he first wore the book.

... At that time, the situation was urgent, and he didn't realize how casual his words and deeds were. Only after re-reading it now did he realize that he had severely molested Yun Jian.

Wan Wusheng looked at the red-clothed man, then looked back at Sheng Huaizhao, with an expression of "Well, you two really have a problem".

System: Host, he is just a child, don't get angry from embarrassment.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

In the memory, Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian accidentally fell, and the red skirt flipped and fell on their faces.

Wanwusheng: Oh!

Yun Jian was seriously injured, and fled to Shiwaishan in the sky thunder with Sheng Huaizhao on his back.

Wanwusheng: Oh, huh...

The soul cores were exchanged, and Sheng Huaizhao threw himself into Yun Jian's arms and called him little husband.

Wanwusheng: Oh!

If it is said that before this night, Yun Jian's sex was like a piece of white paper without any color rendering, then the appearance of Sheng Huaizhao added a lot of color to it.

He pulled the pure and unsullied Tianjiao into the love net of the mortal, forcing him to feel palpitations and love for the first time.

Sheng Huaizhao pressed Wan Wusheng's head: "Come out with me."

Wan Wusheng resisted with his short legs, but from Sheng Huaizhao's body, he smelled a hint of... timidity.

It's a pity that he only stayed in Shenghuai Zhaozhihai for a short moment, this emotion is just like the aftertaste of pastries, which cannot be fully repaid.

The cognition of all things is limited, and it is difficult to distinguish whether this is emotional shyness, or the shame of being publicly executed for words and deeds.

Naturally, Sheng Huaizhao cared more than this. If this continues, there will be unsuitable plots for this little tree to see.

Wan Wusheng wanted to struggle at first, but he was limited by Sheng Huaizhao, and he had already tasted the novel desire, so he had to bow his head to compromise, and subdue the aura scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The previously turbulent Sea of ​​Consciousness gradually returned to calm.

Sheng Huaizhao just let out a sigh of relief, and walked out of the illusion, but met a figure head-on.

Yun Jian with a calm face stood in his consciousness, his blood-stained pupils were lonely and lingering.

Wan Wusheng still had some unfinished thoughts, but was caught off guard by the killing intent, and was so frightened that he immediately turned around and hugged Sheng Huaizhao's hand.

Jiang Wanzhu's memory lacks the deep-rooted hatred, the obsession of getting what she wants, and the unwillingness to struggle. These are the strong emotions that all living beings need to absorb.

But the oncoming killing intent made the fear overcome the timidity, and Wan Wusheng was so frightened that his mind went numb: "He, he, why is he here?"

Sheng Huaizhao said in a deep voice, "This is his sea of ​​consciousness, isn't it his freedom to go in and out?"

It seems that Jiang Wanzhu really did not bring any obstacles to the life of all things, otherwise why would he be so frightened when he saw the Lord in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sheng Huaizhao has always been not afraid of remonstrance, but now even he dare not act rashly.

When did Yun Jian enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness? He knew what he had done with Wanwusheng, those memories... did he remember them again?

But this is an iceberg, and all emotions are hidden so deep that he can't see clearly.

Yun Jian stared at the person in front of him for a long time, the lengthy look made Sheng Huaizhao's heart sink even more, and when his uneasiness came to the fore, he said, "Why are you here?"

Cold as winter's eyes turned to Wan Wusheng again: "Who is it?"

... Yun Jian doesn't know?

Sheng Huaizhao's fingertips lightly fell into the palm of his hand, and pressed lightly along the lines of the severed palm: "You don't know who it is?"

Looking at Wan Wusheng's face, Yun Jian's expression became colder and colder.

"...is it your child?"

Sensing that Yun Jian's murderous intentions are stopping and stopping, Wan Wusheng became more courageous, and quietly released aura to capture Yun Jian's remaining emotions.

Steal it when you get the chance.

What happened, Wan Wusheng murmured in a low voice: "He's jealous."

Sheng Huaizhao was probably convinced that Yun Jian didn't know what he had done, and looked at the young man: "Do you know that ancient trees and all things are born?"

Yun Jian frowned: "A demon tree in the shape of Ji Lingzhi?"

"It's spirit wood!" Wanwu snorted angrily, "I've never killed anyone before, so why are you talking about a demon?"

System: I'm pretty sure I'll save myself respect.

"Whether it's a spirit or a demon, why did it invade my sea of ​​consciousness?" Yun Jian's eyes darkened, almost questioning.

Wan Wusheng opened his big eyes that were [-]% similar to Sheng Huaizhao, and he was so blessed that he cleared his throat and asked, "Brother Yun Jian, did you fall in love with Sheng Huaizhao at first sight?"

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