Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Tang Huan is someone who has read the original book. Although it is easy to deceive, it is not easy to fool.

The touch on the lips is real, and the face close at hand is also extremely real, but his eyes are still dark.

"But you couldn't say it just now." Tang Huan didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence, and only cared about this one, "It means that now that I have given you the sword spirit, you don't necessarily have to go to Lingxu Temple to find me again, right? "

Yan Fei paused: "Of course I will go."

"When?"

"ASAP."

Tang Huan suddenly laughed, and basically figured out Yan Fei's plan.

In the end, Yan Fei wanted to find Sword Spirit more than looking for him. If they were together, although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a drag.

If it had developed like the original book, Yan Fei would not have suffered so many injuries, and he would not have to deal with eighteen caves and monks who pursued the secret method of double cultivation. He is proficient in the way of disguise, and he has no scruples alone.

Although Tang Huan has a special physique that is beneficial for cultivation, but now that sword spirits are appearing frequently, there are opportunities everywhere in the Three Realms, and this is obviously not the time for retreat and cultivation.

Yan Fei saw Tang Huan's gloomy expression, and wanted to touch his head, but Tang Huan turned his head to avoid it. His palm was frozen in the air, and he didn't know why.

"After Zhihai's injury is cured, I'll send you to Lingxu Temple, at least it's safe there."

Before leaving, Tang Huan had to repair the sea of ​​consciousness. Tang Huan felt sad that he would be squeezed out of his last ounce of value before he parted ways. close.

He wanted to see what Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness looked like now.

This time Yan Fei didn't keep any guard against him, or maybe she forced herself to let go of her guard. Tang Huan didn't feel too much rejection, but the unbearable pain didn't lessen at all.

A hand patted on the back, as if to comfort his trembling body, Tang Huan opened his eyes and glanced at Yan Fei, caught a glimpse of the concern hidden in his eyes, and closed his eyes again.

Since it is not clear whether it is acting or not, it will be regarded as acting.

When the spiritual consciousness penetrated, there was still endless pitch-black sea water in front of him, cold and dead, the sea water could not reflect the sky, but instead dyed the sky black, and even the cracks in the inner wall were watered with filth.

Black, black to the brain!

The only difference from the last time was that this time Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness was no longer as calm as stagnant water. The surface of the thick ink-like water churned up small waves, which submerged one by one, but were almost invisible in the dark.

Tang Huan hesitated for a moment, and kissed him closely.

The waves in Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness were a little bigger, but only a little bit. Tang Huan glanced at his sea of ​​consciousness again, and after comparing, he just wanted to draw his sword.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know that even your sea of ​​consciousness is black?"

Yan Fei didn't answer but instead asked, "Is it yours?"

"No, I am blue, blue sky and sea!"

Seen through his true nature, Tang Huan thought that Yan Fei would at least panic, or find a way to cover up his excuses, but he underestimated this person's brazenness.

"Then you have a problem." Yan Fei said without changing his face: "Everyone is black, you reflect on yourself."

"Who says others are black too?"

"Have you ever entered other people's sea of ​​consciousness? Once you enter, you will know that normal people are black."

"..."

Yan Fei was concerned again: "It seems that there is indeed a problem with the palace master's sea of ​​consciousness. Why don't I go in and help you dye it back to black? I've never heard of the blue sea of ​​consciousness."

If he hadn't read the original book, Tang Huan would have believed Yan Fei's nonsense, but now he can't refute it, because he has never entered other people's sea of ​​consciousness.

In such an important place as the Sea of ​​Consciousness, even Taoist couples would not reveal it to each other, and it was even more impossible for someone to let him go in and wander around, just to prove that the Sea of ​​Consciousness is not black.

With Yan Fei's ability to turn black into white, Tang Huan also believes that he can flourish in the world, not to mention his superb acting skills and insidious scheming.

"Okay, then we'll go our separate ways." Tang Huan was completely disappointed, but Yan Fei frowned suddenly, and the hand on his waist suddenly tightened.

"It's splitting up."

It's strange to say that the sea of ​​consciousness, which had been quiet just now, suddenly boiled for a while, but it was also fleeting. When Tang Huan looked over, it had disappeared. He even suspected that it was his own illusion.

Yan Fei's goal was the sword spirit from beginning to end.

It may be because of the influence of memory in his mind, or he may be blinded by Yan Fei's repeated rescues, but he has somewhat forgotten his original intention.

He should have thought about living first.

Tang Huan settled down and concentrated on repairing the crack in front of him. After exhausting his consciousness, he pushed the person away and took out a long sword.

"The sword spirit is here. I borrowed it from you. If you don't want to pay it back, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will not affect Changhuan Palace."

What he said was like the negotiation before the farewell and the two. Yan Fei frowned even more, watching the two sword spirits jump out of the sword, turned around and crawled on Tang Huan, challenging them without thinking. Fly aside.

A haunting thing!

Tang Huan asked again: "Xiao Changli is really in Lingxu Temple? You don't mean to lie to me to die, so as to avoid future troubles?"

Boom!

The stone table not far away was instantly shattered into rubble, and the sudden drop in temperature in the cave made Tang Huan tremble, and swallowed the last half of his sentence.

"Within three years, I will definitely go to Lingxu Temple to look for you." Yan Fei looked at him sullenly, her face was extremely strange, and suddenly showed a creepy smile: "Since the palace master doesn't believe it, then To put it another way, I will go to Lingxu Temple to kill him sooner or later!"

Tang Huan believed it immediately.

Yan Fei was turned into a bald fox by Ji Yao and tried every means to get revenge, but Xiao Changli stabbed him in the chest first, and then chopped off his tail. It's strange that Yan Fei couldn't kill him.

To the monks in this world, three years is just a short span of time, but to Tang Huan, three years sounds like a long time.

But it's better to be longer, since Yan Fei said so, after three years, I'm afraid that the Three Realms will never be peaceful again.

If he wants to survive, he has to work hard to sleep.

"Xiao Changli won't help me protect the Dao, and the monks in Lingxu Temple don't know if they are willing to help..." He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of worry in his tone, but he didn't notice that Yan Fei's face turned dark instantly down.

Yan Fei was about to say something, but was interrupted by Tang Huan.

The bell rope on the wrist swayed slightly, Tang Huan looked down, and the bright red rope bell on Yan Fei's wrist was reflected in the corner of his vision.

"Actually, let's find a place to retreat and practice. We don't need a sword spirit, and we can ascend to immortality." His voice was very soft.

The lifespan of the Nascent Soul Realm can reach a thousand years, but they are only a hundred years old.

Just saying these words, Tang Huan suddenly had the feeling of being locked in by a pair of eyes. Ever since he left Changhuan Valley, Tiandao seemed to be staring at him everywhere, this damned cannon fodder, but this was the first time he felt so obvious.

Even so, Tang Huan still braved the biting chill and said: "You are not the child of destiny, why do you have to fight for the Falling Heaven Sword?"

He thought that Yan Fei would ask back questions, or answer irrelevant questions like every time, confused, or simply admit that he was ambitious and wanted to destroy the Three Realms as soon as possible, but he didn't expect Yan Fei to say "I don't know" after being silent for a long time.

"I just feel like something is going to be too late."

"What's too late?"

"Maybe someone destroyed the Three Realms before me? Or maybe I'm dying?"

Yan Fei smiled indifferently: "I don't know, but the sword spirit is the fastest way to ascend. People who want to kill me live in this era. The identity of the son of the devil can't be kept secret for long. If I retreat to practice, when will I be able to kill me?" Changing fate against the sky? Once someone gathers the sword spirit, I will be the first to kill."

"You have been hiding for so long, and no one has mentioned the son of the devil for a long time. If you retreat for hundreds of years, no one will remember."

"I have entered Lietian Tower, Baixiao Pavilion, and countless small clan realms in order to perfect the way of disguise. Except for your Changhuan Palace, every clan has a death code. It is the next suzerain, and the clan is willing to use all resources to help him ascend, and even the chaotic demon clan is willing to work together for this! Everyone wants to kill me, they don’t say anything, they just want me to relax my vigilance and expose myself.”

The black tide in the sea of ​​consciousness rolled again. Yan Fei took out the long sword and stuffed the spirit of love and the spirit of fear into the sword one after another. At that moment, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the special aura was indescribable. With an extremely strong bloody smell, it seems that he was born to kill.

In the spiritual realm, he can ignore Yu Chuyang who has been with him for half a year, and in the sea of ​​stars, he can kill hundreds of people with a single thought.

Tang Huan is the cultivation treasure that everyone in the three realms fights for, while he is the world-destroying monster that everyone in the three realms shouts and beats. If it wasn't for the extradition of demon energy, they wouldn't be the same people at all.

"There are seven sword spirits in total, four of which have been released now, and the remaining ones are just a matter of time. When we get the Falling Heaven Sword, we will find a hidden place to retreat and practice."

Yan Fei's voice paused: "The Tiantian clam clan is rare, but they haven't been wiped out yet. If the Palace Master likes it, I'll build another one for you."

Three years is not enough to gather a sword spirit, Tang Huan is very clear.

The remaining three sword spirits represent evil, desire, and anger respectively. These three are different from other sword spirits. Each of them contains the overwhelming negative emotions of the previous sword master. Any one born is a kind of destruction.

Evil, desire, and anger are now in a state of deep sleep. If there is no accident, they will not wake up until the protagonist breaks through the Nascent Soul. Even if the protagonist's cultivation speed is sky-high, it will take at least ten years.

But in his astrolabe, there is no star that has lived for ten years.

Tang Huan recalled the days when he and Jiang Hanjiao were together, he had also curiously asked about Yan Fei's astrolabe, but Jiang Hanjiao said that Yan Fei did not have an astrolabe and was a consistent killer.

Tang Huan stared at the red string with the bell for a long time, his hazy eyes gradually regained clarity.

That's right, this is Yan Fei's setting.

The killer who has not changed in the protagonist's two lifetimes, the devil who is destined to oppose the protagonist, even if he deviates from the track for a while, his subconscious will induce him to return to the plot and form a bond with the protagonist again, otherwise there is no point in creating this world.

After all, they are all characters set in the book.

"In that lake in the secret realm of spiritual energy, I remembered something." Before going to rescue Yan Fei, many fragments flashed through Tang Huan's mind, among which were some memories that popped up suddenly.

He never mentioned this matter, and Yan Fei was also surprised when he heard that: "The memory has recovered?"

Tang Huan shook his head: "I don't remember much, and it's useless. I just remembered why I tied you back in the first place."

The original owner was indeed obsessed with Yan Fei before, but there was no reason in his memory, just as it had been set up, but those memories that seemed to have been personally experienced had unknowingly affected his emotions.

After figuring it out, Tang Huan stopped being entangled. He rummaged through the mustard space for a long time, and finally found a rosary of worry that had been dusty for almost a year.

This was condensed by him in the Wangyou Lake in Diancang Mountain, and he didn't know what he forgot, but since then, he always forgot that Yan Fei was a character in the book, and he always forgot to save his life first.

The memory belongs to the original owner, but the worry is his own.

At this moment, Yan Fei was also looking at the beads in his hand, and the silent sea of ​​consciousness began to stir inexplicably, "What is that?"

"A pill to restore consciousness."

"Didn't you give it all to me?"

"I'm keeping it private." Tang Huan was confident, and when he sensed Yan Fei raising his hand, he immediately crushed the beads.

The crimson mist escaped from the beads, hovered in the air for a while, and went straight to Tang Huan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing this, Yan Fei's pupils shrank, and he didn't even want to shake off the Dao enchantment. The Nascent Soul Realm's enchantment couldn't block a few wisps of smoke. He could only watch the red mist enter Tang Huan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at Tang Huan again, those familiar eyes were a little dazed at first, and then turned into doubts. They suddenly widened slightly when they saw him, the starlight in their eyes turned into fear, and even their bodies shrank back.

Yan Fei looked at him in astonishment, but her fast-reacting brain couldn't react to Tang Huan's change at this moment.

Looking at each other, Tang Huan suddenly asked eagerly: "Are you going to the boundary? Do you have to restore the Sea of ​​Consciousness before you go? When will you start?"

At the same time, he rummaged through the mustard space again, this time he was really looking for the elixir to quickly restore his consciousness.

He wanted to recover his consciousness as soon as possible, help Yan Fei restore it as soon as possible, and send him away as soon as possible!

After regaining that touch of worry, Tang Huan really wanted to slap himself. He seems to be bewitched recently. This is the person who killed him in the original book. The combination of Eighteen Cave Mansions and Three Realms cannon fodder is not in danger for Yan Fei .

In other words, since Tiandao is conscious and the plot keeps returning to the right track, it means that he will still be arranged to die at the hands of Yan Fei, and others may not be able to kill him, but he even forgot to be wary of Yan Fei!

He even suspects that the past year's experience is a conspiracy of heaven, first take away his worries, and then try to make him emotional, once he obsessively agrees to Shuangxiu, wouldn't it just return to the plot of the original book's sudden death.

mean!Heaven is really despicable!

"I can go to Lingxu Temple by myself, and I don't need you to send it. When your sea of ​​consciousness recovers, you can go directly."

Facing the doomed murderer, Tang Huan settled down, raised his head and forced a smile: "Otherwise... I can send you off."