What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

The young man looks cold, with a sickly brow and a slightly pointed chin. Unlike the aloofness five years ago, he is now showing a kind of emaciation after illness.

Yue Zhezhi sometimes dreams that Rong Yan kills him, so even though Rong Yan's state is different from five years ago, Yue Zhezhi can still recognize him at a glance.

There is no room in his head to think about why Rong Yan's condition has deteriorated to such a state in just five years, his hair is all white, and there is no room to think about why Rong Yan is a junior.

Yue Zhezhi's brain was buzzing, blood was flowing rapidly in the blood vessels, because he was too nervous, he couldn't bend his fingers.

Taking a deep breath, Yue Zhezhi pretended to be calm, and looked directly at Rong Yan.

Rong Yan also looked at him quietly, there was no emotion in those deep and clear eyes.Looking at each other for a few breaths, Rong Yan took the lead to look away, he didn't seem to recognize Yue Zhezhi through the mask, and bowed slowly.

"Junior brother Rong Yan has met senior brother."

Yue Zhezhi pretended to be calm, but didn't hear what Rong Yan was saying.

Lin Chao stood aside, but he could hear clearly. He walked a few steps to Yue Zhezhi, and said with a smile:

"Little brother, this is your senior brother Yue Zhezhi." He said, pointing to Bei Ansheng behind him, "This is your thirteenth senior brother, Bei Ansheng, I am in the twelfth, your twelfth senior brother, Lin Chao .”

Rong Yan saluted one by one, and then he turned around and picked up the rice paper on the surface of Zhou and handed it to Yue Zhezhi, and said calmly: "It is written on a very common formation, if you want to read it, big brother, just read it."

Now that Yue Zhezhi heard what Rong Yan was saying, his eyes fell on the rice paper, which was soaked with cedar incense, and several lines of formations were written on it.

With a fake laugh, Yue Zhezhi resisted the urge to turn around and want to run, and said: "The formation is well written, much better than mine."

Rong Yan lowered his eyes: "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your compliment."

"Junior brother, write it quickly before you finish writing the formation, and return to the sect when you finish." Bei Ansheng glanced at the rice paper. If you come back early, you can meet Zongbi."

Rong Yan responded, he turned around and sat back at the desk, with his back to the people present, raised his wide sleeves, drew ink and picked up a pen to continue writing the formation.

No one noticed that when he picked up the pen, he seemed to be a different person, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled slowly.

The smile on this thin and sickly face was particularly eerie and sinister.

"Patta—" A drop of blood dripped from his sharpened chin onto the snow-white rice paper.

The blood dripped on the snow-white rice paper for a moment, and was quickly covered by ink.

Rong Yan finished writing the formation, put away the paper puppets, and the four returned to Guixinzong by boat.

Jiang Bo was rippling on the hull of the boat, Yue Zhezhi stood at the bow and watched Rong Yan talk to Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng Zongbi, he had completely calmed down and wanted to understand why Rong Yan was his junior brother.

"Supreme" begins with Rong Yan's youth, and the description of Rong Yan's youth is only briefly mentioned by a middle-class sect and the Rong family.

Yue Zhezhi was a fast reader at the time, so he didn't notice this point. Now that he thinks about it, the middle-class sect clearly refers to Guixin Sect.

——Rong Yan was a disciple of Guixin Sect from the very beginning, but he rarely returned to the sect. In order to refine the way of ruthlessness, he often practiced outside.

As for what happened to Rong Yan, he became in this state with all white hair

Rong Yan didn't reveal the news, Yue Zhezhi stared at Rong Yan's hair carefully, and couldn't figure out why.

If you don't understand Yue Zhezhi, you don't want to. He is not a person who has to understand everything.

He just needs to figure out what he should do now.

First: He Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng want to take Rong Yan back to the sect as soon as possible;

Second: After returning to the sect, find an excuse to leave the sect in a low-key manner, the farther away from Rong Yan the better.

With these two things in mind, Yue Zhezhi excused himself from feeling unwell, went back to the cabin, forcibly pinched Feng Jue, and speeded up the return journey of the French boat without any trace.

"Strange, why does it feel like the French boat is traveling faster?"

On the deck of the French boat, Lin Chao frowned. He noticed that the wind from the river was a little bit stronger, carrying the chill of the winter solstice.

"Where is it fast?" Bei Ansheng stood in front of the railing and looked under the French boat. On the cold river, the water ripples were pushed away in circles, and he could clearly see the fish swimming at the bottom of the river. "No, it's the same speed as before."

Lin Chao loosened his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Little brother has a higher level of cultivation than us, tell me, isn't it faster? This dharma boat."

After Rong Yan came out of Tianxiang Building, he put on a gray and white cloak, the hood of the cloak was surrounded by a circle of fox fur, and the silver pattern tie was neatly tied around his neck.

Hearing Lin Chao's question, Rong Yan raised his eyes: "Junior brother doesn't know."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed twice.

The warm blood splashed onto the palm of his hand, Rong Yan slowly clenched the blood, he stood up and walked to the railing.The cold wind blew from the distant river, blowing Rong Yan's white hair flying in the air.

Bei Ansheng stood beside Rong Yan, his white hair flying directly to the side of his face.Raising his hand to brush away his white hair, Bei Ansheng was about to say that you are not in good health, so go to the cabin, don't stand here and blow the cold wind, so Rong Yan asked:

"What kind of person is the elder brother? It seems very difficult to get along with."

Bei Ansheng glanced at the cabin where Yue Zhezhi was, and replied: "You said big brother, he is very easy to get along with, except that his cultivation base is extremely low and ordinary, nothing else."

"So he's married?"

"Eldest brother, get married? How is it possible? I think he wants to be alone, he is ordinary, and he doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. Who?" Bei Ansheng wanted to say who would like him, but when the words came to his lips, he turned around and the exit came out changed.

"I want to marry him. Junior brother, you seem to be very interested in senior brother?"

Rong Yan lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes, and said in a clear and cold voice, "I'm just curious to see that senior brother is wearing a mask."

Yue Zhezhi pinched Feng Jue forcibly, and after speeding up the return of the French boat for a few hours, seeing that no one noticed his little move, he secretly wanted to pinch Feng Jue for a second time.

The second Feng Jue had just pinched, Yue Zhezhi felt uncomfortable all over, a secret feeling like ants scurrying around.

Accompanied by the secret discomfort, Yue Zhezhi smelled a sweet fragrance emanating from his body, he quickly withdrew the spiritual power of Fengjue, and locked the hatch.

Why did it happen again?

Yue Zhezhi pinched herself hard to stay awake, and then took out the pressed medicine from the Qiankun bag. The medicine was specially collected and tempered from spiritual materials at the auction and other places last time, and there were only thirty pieces.

Originally, the physical attack was three times a year, but it has been irregular recently. Counting this time, it is already the fifth time.

In this way, there are only ten pieces.

Yue Zhezhi stared at the ten pieces again and again, and put them away cruelly.It is too difficult to collect spiritual materials for refining and pressing medicine. If they are used up, it will be miserable if they are not available at the critical moment.

It was the first time for Yue Zhezhi to experience medicine instead of medicine. He clenched his collar with one hand, gasped violently, staggered and sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and forcibly circulated spiritual power to suppress physical attacks.

I don't know if the physique attack was too serious, and Yue Zhezhi couldn't suppress it no matter what. He was full of passion/desire under the influence of his physique, and trembled uncomfortably.

Zheng—a string in his brain seemed to be broken, and Yue Zhezhi stopped working to suppress his spiritual power. He opened his tearful eyes and struggled to find out the suppressed medicine.

The pressed medicine is transparent, like a crystal, Yue Zhezhi dug out the pressed medicine, didn't care to keep it, lifted the mask slightly, and swallowed one.

The moment he swallowed, Yue Zhezhi felt dizzy because of too much pain, and fell headlong on the bed.

After falling down on the bed, Yue Zhezhi uncontrollably had a dream.

In the dim light, the cabin door was pushed open, and Rong Yan walked in holding the sword. He lifted his mask expressionlessly, and pointed the sword between his eyebrows.

Yue Zhezhi panicked and tried hard to coax the other party into admitting the wrong person, but there was a pain between her brows.

The sharp point of the sword pierced the center of his eyebrows, and the blood flowed down the delicate browbones and the bridge of the nose, leaving a splash all over his face.

Yue Zhezhi's heart was beating wildly, and he was sweating profusely. He was so frightened that he immediately woke up from the dream.

Cold sweat stained his temples, and Yue Zhezhi let out a long sigh. He realized that it was just a dream, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat, but found a large shadow reflected on the silk quilt.

The shadow is not only his, but also

Yue Zhezhi was breathless, he turned his head stiffly to look at Rong Yan who was standing beside the bed like a ghost.

Rong Yan was wearing a gray and white cloak, and his figure was as tall and straight as a silver pine. He held a silver sword between his sickly white and slender fingers.

A bad premonition rose in Yue Zhezhi's heart, and the premonition was like waves, flooding Yue Zhezhi one after another.Yue Zhezhi tightly clenched the silk quilt with his fingers, his knuckles turning white, "Little Junior Brother, how did you come in? Is there something wrong?"

Rong Yan looked down at Yue Zhezhi like a dead person, and after a while, the sharp sword point pointed at Yue Zhezhi's eyebrows.

"It's something."

Yue Zhezhi had a bad premonition, he thought of that dream, and said with difficulty: "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words fell, Yue Zhezhi's face lightened, and the tip of the sword lifted his mask.

The mask fell on the quilt, Yue Zhezhi's heart beat violently, one after another, his mind went blank, and Rong Yan's cold voice came from his ear.

"kill you."