After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Yan Jianglan had been to various places in the Thirteen Prefectures before, but he usually went to "listen to the thunder" and never paid attention to the scenery along the way.

After going out for a walk, I realized that there are so many Xiushui Mingshan in the thirteen states.

Before leaving Zhongzhou, the trip stopped two or three times.

Yan Jianglan seemed to be traveling far away for the first time, he felt novelty in everything he saw, and when he saw a valley full of snow lotus in winter, he had to stop and drag Sheng Jiao to look at it.

Sheng Jiao can follow him in everything.

Yan Jianglan joyfully ran a few laps in the mountains - he grew up in Yanwen Mountain, and had been running and playing with Yan Yue in the mountains almost as long as he could remember.

Such a long-lost feeling made Yan Jianglan feel that his mood seemed to open up a lot.

Yan Jianglan ran back happily, and saw Sheng Jiao standing there in black beside the snow-white unicorn, watching him running from the mountain full of snow lotus.

Yan Jianglan was taken aback for a moment, that long-lost joy suddenly hit his heart.

As long as there is a focus, he will no longer be afraid of the unknown and aimless future.

Yan Jianglan sprinted for a few steps, his layered red clothes fluttered, and he jumped into Sheng Jiao's arms like a butterfly.

"Sect Master Sheng!"

The title Sheng Sect Master has already been taken as a hobby by Yan Jianglan.

Standing quietly at that time, Shengjiao is like a peaceful pool that will never be shaken by everything, and Xi Jianglan is like a spring breeze that wrinkles the water in the pool, or like a flower falling to the surface of the water, instantly turning the calm The secluded pool stirred up ripples circle after circle.

Sheng Jiao raised his hand and let him bump into his arms.

Yan Jianglan climbed on his shoulders on tiptoe, and said with a smile: "I also want to plant snow lotuses in Yanwen Mountain. Osmanthus flowers bloom in autumn and snow lotuses bloom in winter. There are flowers to see every day."

The flowers are full of colors and vitality.

Sheng Jiao nodded: "Okay."

Yan Jianglan couldn't stop laughing, not knowing what to enjoy.

Every time he sees the spirit flower and spirit grass in the beautiful scenery, Yan Jianglan will come back with great interest and tell Sheng Jiao to plant them in Yanwen Mountain. In just a few days, he has divided every corner of the mountain for what to plant, and there is not even an open space. left.

Yan Jianglan has never been so relaxed before, without any burdens and living without any worries. At the beginning, he felt inexplicably nervous and sinful, always feeling that there was something he forgot to do.

But no matter where he was, as long as he turned around and saw Sheng Jiao standing there waiting for him, all his worries disappeared in an instant.

The two stopped and walked along the way, and even played in the city on the border of Zhongzhou on the Double Ninth Festival.

This small border city is not at the breaking point of the sky and earth, and the lives of ordinary people have not been affected much. Everyone celebrates the Double Ninth Festival happily, enjoying chrysanthemums and offering sacrifices.

Yan Jianglan wore Sheng Jiao's black crane cloak over his clothes, and he pulled Sheng Jiao through the crowd, his face full of surprise and joy.

Sheng Jiao didn't like excitement, but the number of people around him didn't matter to him, no matter how crowded the crowd was, it was just a gust of wind passing by his side, and Yan Jianglan was the only one in sight.

Yan Jianglan was stuffed with two cornel branches, one with bright red fruit hanging on it was stuck in his hair, and the other was handed to Sheng Jiao happily.

Sheng Jiao took it silently and held it in his hand.

"It's so lively." Yan Jianglan put his hands behind his waist, and said to Sheng Jiao with a smile, "When I was young, if I wanted to go to such a lively place, I had to use all the eighteen routines, begging and begging for mercy. Only then can I barely let my parents take me out to play."

If you use too much force, you will probably have to be beaten before you come out to play.

Later, in Xi's house, or even in Eqi Road, as long as no one took him there, he would never go out to play alone.

Today is probably the first time in these years that Yan Jianglan was taken to play wantonly in such a lively place.

Sheng Jiao said lightly, "If you want to play in the future, I'll take you with me, so don't mess around."

Yan Jianglan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you Sheng Wuzhuo, looking at someone who doesn't look like a mountain or dew, you actually beat around the bush to take advantage of me."

Sheng Jiao was silent.

This small city is not very big, just walked around it for half a day. After nightfall, bonfires were lit, and countless people played and had fun with lamps.

Yan Jianglan also wanted the lamp, but he didn't take the initiative to say it, he had to do it, so he sat on the stool of the pastry stand with his knees hugged, his eyes fixed on the lamps of the passers-by, and after the passerby, he looked at Sheng Jiao with resentment .

Sheng Jiao: "..."

After going back and forth, Sheng Jiao figured out what he meant, got up and said, "Wait, don't run around."

Yan Jianglan immediately beamed with joy, wiped the scum from his face and nodded his head: "Thanks for your hard work, Sect Master Sheng."

Sect Master Sheng glanced at him and walked to the nearest stall to buy him a lamp.

Yan Jianglan propped his chin with a smile and saw the tall, imposing and indifferent Sheng Sect Master squeezed into the crowd to buy the little fox's lamp with a deadpan expression. He kicked his legs while laughing, almost kicking the table over.

At this moment, an impatient voice came from the seat next door.

"...Ghost knows? Now the entire thirteen prefectures have disappeared. Even so, those aristocratic families have a sea of ​​great powers. Those who go to trouble the aristocratic families at this time may not be very smart."

"Too."

Sheng Jiao was always by his side along the way, whether it was intentional or a coincidence, Yan Jianglan didn't hear a single word about "Tian Yan", "Aristocratic Family" and "Xiang Wen".

Yan Jianglan didn't know what to think of, so he slowed down the speed of eating the pastry, and tilted his head to look at the two monks cursing.

"...Obviously we have all obtained some Tianyan spiritual power from those declining families. As long as we practice for a few years, we can probably have phase lines. I didn't expect it to disappear like this. That 'twelve phase lines' is really a lunatic."

"Thinking about it carefully, Twelve Phases used our spiritual power to destroy the Qu family. Xu used us as a tool from the very beginning. What he always wanted to do was to destroy Tianyan."

"Really... If I have a spiritual-level pattern, how can I ask for trouble like the twelve-level pattern?"

The pastry in Yan Jianglan's hand was quickly crushed between his five fingers, and he looked at the two of them blankly, his eyes were as cold as the light on a sword.

Sheng Jiao finally bought back the little fox lamp, before he could go back, he suddenly heard the sound of "Zheng" sword.

Dong Rong seemed to have sensed something at his waist, and the entire sword vibrated slightly.

Sheng Jiao suddenly turned around.

It is spring rain.

The originally bustling Double Ninth Festival Street was quiet for a moment, and then there was a burst of screaming.

The Chunyu sword was out of its sheath, and the crane cloak on Yan Jianglan's long body, Yuli's shoulders, had fallen loosely on the stool as he drew the sword. The small table next to him was cut in half, and the pastry fell down Everywhere.

Yan Jianglan put the Chunyu sword on the monk's neck expressionlessly, his expression was cold and indifferent, and there was a faint kind of forbearable madness that seemed to break out of his body.

The two monks were startled, they didn't expect to meet the monks in the Void Realm just for a cup of tea, they didn't have any "abandoned fairy bones", they had no power to resist, they could only stand there with pale faces, I dare not move.

Just now they made up a bunch of things about the "Twelve Phase Runes", and their tone of voice was full of dissatisfaction. If this person knew the Twelve Phase Runes, they would probably cut them off by the sword.

Thinking about it this way, both of their legs were weakening, and their eyes were full of fear.

Sheng Jiao's face darkened, and in a flash, he wanted to hold Yan Jianglan's wrist to let him put down the sword, but as soon as he touched it, he felt that thin body trembling.

"Do not……"

There was no expression on Yan Jianglan's face, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured.

"He's not called Twelve Signs..."

Sheng Jiao was taken aback.

Yan Jianglan held a sharp sword full of murderous intent, but inside it looked like a dead tree that had been wormed, and it seemed to be completely crushed from the inside to the outside. He repeated in a low voice as if in a daze: "He, he is not called ten Two-phase pattern."

It's not called Twelve Phase Patterns, it's not called "Kan Tianyan".

It's not even called Jade Mountain.

Yan Jianglan suddenly froze.

He is not called "Xi Jue", the name that caused his life to be miserable, he even...

Not even a letter.

What was left in the world in the end was only a handful of ashes from Yan Jiang's crowned robe in his sleeve.

Yan Jianglan let go of his hand, and the Chunyu sword fell to the ground with a bang.

The killing intent slowly subsided.

The two monks narrowly escaped death, hurriedly staggering away, fearing that they would be silenced.

The people around looked at each other and retreated in unison, staring in fear at Yan Jianglan who suddenly drew his sword to kill, fearing that he was a lunatic who wantonly slaughtered innocent people.

Yan Jianglan stood there with blank eyes.

Sheng Jiao picked up the Chunyu sword, held Yan Jianglan's hand and used a trick to deceive his eyes, walked through the bustling crowds and returned to the outside of the city to listen to the conversation by the river.

Then he used a rhinoceros horn lamp to send a concise message to Juan Xunfang, asking people from the Correctional and Pardoning House to come here and arrest the two of them.

When the cold wind blew, Yan Jianglan shivered violently, his mind was not fully awake, he just stared in a daze remembering that he forgot to bring the scorched crane cloak, stopped and said in a low voice: "Clothes, clothes..."

Sheng Jiao said, "No need."

"But……"

Sheng Jiao grabbed Yan Jianglan who was about to turn around and leave, forced him into the bag, and stuffed the little fox lamp he bought into his arms.

Yan Jianglan liked it very much just now, but now seeing that ball of warm light, he just feels empty and empty, without the slightest joy of expecting to be satisfied.

His emotions seem to be short-lived, and once they pass, he forgets what he felt at that time.

At first, Sheng Jiao thought that taking Yan Jianglan around to play in the mountains and rivers would help him get rid of that terrible and dangerous state, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be more evasive and forcibly suppressed those negative emotions.

When he is caught off guard and finds an outlet to vent, he will definitely push Yan Jianglan another step into the abyss.

It would have taken half a month to wander to Mount Yanwen, but Sheng Jiao mobilized the unicorn and Lingjie, and it took only a day and a half to arrive at Mount Yanwen.

Yan Jianglan returned to the previous state where he couldn't lift his spirits, and fell asleep all day long.

When I woke up again, it was pouring rain, dripping down like beads with a broken thread.

Sheng Jiao stopped Xingjie at the entrance of the steps of Yanwen Mountain, opened the carved door and held an umbrella outside, and said softly, "Will you go up?"

Yan Jianglan asked confusedly, "Are you there?"

"Ah."

Sheng Jiao didn't let Xing Jie go to the top of the mountain directly, and he didn't put out a trick to avoid the rain. He reached out to help Yan Jianglan, who was stunned and stunned, out, holding a bamboo bone umbrella to block the heavy rain that blocked the sky and the sun.

Looking up, it was Yan Wenshan.

It was totally different from last time's state of mind. Yan Jianglan's mind was blank, and his emotions were still restrained. Even if he walked up the familiar and unfamiliar steps step by step, his heart was terribly empty, and he couldn't mobilize any emotions.

Yan Jianglan suddenly felt a burst of panic, realizing like never before that something might really be wrong with him.

Obviously all the old things have passed, but he seems to be left alone in the past full of pain and despair, and he doesn't know how to get rid of this bad mood.

Memories are like vicious dogs that linger in his mind all the time, and when he is not paying attention, they will appear out of nowhere and bite him hard.

Accompanied by Sheng Jiao, Yan Jianglan climbed up Yanwen Mountain, seeing him staring in a daze all the time as if in a dream, he silently put the xingjie on an open space, and it suddenly turned into an elegant courtyard.

Yan Jianglan didn't go in, but squatted there holding the umbrella handle and staring at the ruins in front of him in confusion, his eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sheng Jiao didn't ask, and used his spiritual power to catalyze all the vines on the ruins of Yanwen Mountain into ashes, exposing the dilapidated foundation and some dilapidated houses.

Yan Jiang's lan eyes moved slightly, but they soon turned into ashes-like silence.

It's like being in a dream.

Yan Jianglan listened to the sound of rain falling in his ears, and slightly lowered his eyes to look at a wild flower that was just about to bloom under his feet.

"The flowers are about to bloom." Yan Jianglan thought, "That's great."

The flowers bloom and fall, and the leaves return to their roots.

Even a wild flower has a purpose, but he doesn't.

Since he was ten years old, he no longer lived for himself, and after too long, he has forgotten what it was like to be pure and purposeless carefree back then.

Yan Jianglan looked at the flowers for a long time, then looked up at Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao's heart was filled with the sound of flowers blooming, which always made him feel at ease.

Yan Jianglan thought: "I have to live for him."

After this thought came to his mind, Yan Jianglan seemed to have finally found his goal for the rest of his life, and he rarely cheered up.

Seeing that Sheng Jiao was planning to repair the house in the rain, he hurriedly got up and ran over, tiptoeing and holding an umbrella over Sheng Jiao's head, half of his body was soaked.

Sheng Jiao frowned, and slapped a talisman on him to avoid the rain, saying: "No need, just sit there."

Yan Jianglan's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and he quickly smiled at him with his eyes bent: "I can do everything, and I am also very good at repairing houses. The dilapidated medical hall in Wuyin City here was mostly collapsed, so I repaired it myself." of it."

Sheng Jiao was about to speak, but Yan Jianglan seemed to be afraid that he would not agree, and hastily added: "This, this is the cave when we joined together. We set it up together."

Sheng Jiao wiped off a drop of water on his face, and said softly, "You don't have to have any burdens, just do whatever you want."

Yan Jianglan whispered, "I...I just want to be with you."

Sheng Jiao seemed to be smiling.

It was the first time Yan Jianglan saw the faint smile in Sheng Jiao's eyes, he blinked in surprise, and hurriedly offered sweet words.

"I will only be with you for the rest of my life. The two of us live in seclusion here, keeping our ears out of the world's affairs. It won't work if anyone invites you out of the mountain."

Sheng Jiao is used to Yan Jianglan's big cakes, and it's the first time he's heard sweet talk from him. He put away his umbrella lightly, pushed Yan Jianglan to walk inside, and said, "Okay, live in seclusion."

Yan Jianglan was still saying: "...Yes, like my parents, if you find it boring, we can open the mountain gate to accept disciples in a few years. I am proficient in all kinds of spells, formations, and spiritual weapons, and you have already mastered the art of swordsmanship." It is a Mahayana, and it will definitely carry forward the sect."

Sheng Jiao nodded: "Well, carry forward."

Yan Jianglan babbled for a while, seeing that Sheng Jiao was echoing him, it seemed very perfunctory, if he had been angry before, he would have acted like a god, but this time he looked back at him inexplicably in panic, and said timidly: " You...you don't like what I said?"

Sheng Jiao was wiping the water marks on his hair, when he heard this, he was taken aback: "No."

Yan Jianglan lowered his eyelashes, not knowing if he had a letter, but murmured: "Really?"

Sheng Jiao didn't know how to pull Yan Jianglan out of this state of worrying about gains and losses, and with a gloomy face, he helped Yan Jianglan take off his soaked robe, and forced him on the warm bed with a half-embrace and half-hug.

Yan Jianglan grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Do you want to practice dual cultivation?"

Sheng Jiao frowned even more.

Yan Jianglan was extremely sensitive to Sheng Jiao's emotions. When he saw Sheng Jiao's expression, he realized that he had said something wrong. He hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, only showing a pair of eyes looking at him uneasily. Yan Jianglan felt timid and panicked that he shouldn't have.

It shouldn't be like this.

Although Yan Jianglan's memory was modified by a spirit-level spell when he was young, his nature should never have changed. He should be lively, bright and flamboyant, and not as cautious as he is now, lest he say the wrong thing to make people hate him.

What's more, the person in front of him was Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao stroked Yan Jianglan's forehead, and Yan Jianglan hurriedly raised his head and rubbed it against his palm, very obedient, vaguely flattering him.

In the next few days, Sheng Jiao became more and more sure that Yan Jianglan's state was completely different from the previous decadent state.

In the past few days at Yan Wenshan, Yan Jianglan was no longer the same as before when he didn't want to get up and just wanted to sleep. He seemed to have a lot of energy, and walked around Sheng Jiao all day long, like a little tail.

In the past few years, Sheng Jiao had always been chasing after him in various arrests, always on guard against this little liar in case he disappeared one day, but this time it was completely the opposite.

Sheng Jiao thought it was novel at first, but soon realized something was wrong.

Yan Jianglan's injuries had not yet fully recovered, but taking advantage of Sheng Jiao's inattention, he forcibly urged Chun Yu to pull out all the sword intent accumulated in Sheng Jiao's body for a long time.

When Sheng Jiao reacted, a trace of blood kept falling from the corner of his lips. He seemed to want to cover his lips to block the blood, but the ferocious blood red overflowed between his fingers, which was shocking.

Sheng Jiao felt the emotion of anger for the first time since he regained his emotions.

He firmly grasped Yan Jianglan's arm, his face was extremely gloomy: "You!"

Yan Jianglan was trembling all over but still shaking his head, and muffled a few words from between his fingers: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Sheng Jiao thought he was saying that the injury was not serious, but he was stunned for a moment before realizing that he meant that after the Chunyu Sword Intent in his body was pulled out, he would not be tortured again.

Sheng Jiao could barely control the anger that drove him dizzy.

Yan Jianglan was pinned down on the bed by the gloomy-faced Sheng Jiao and forced to recover from his injuries for several days, unable to go anywhere.

But Sheng Jiao sometimes went out to repair the house, and every time he went out for less than half an hour, Yan Jianglan, who had slept soundly, would run out with disheveled hair and bare feet, looking for him all over the mountains and plains.

Sheng Jiao told him countless times to let him sleep peacefully, but he didn't leave. Yan Jiang said obediently, and next time he would run out to find him in a daze.

"Don't you want me?" Yan Jianglan frowned, and asked inexplicably, "I... am I useless to you?"

Sheng Jiao could only say over and over again: "I want you, it's useful."

Every time he agreed, Yan Jianglan felt as if he had received a reassurance, and his happy and stable mood could last for half a day.

It's just that worrying about gain and loss for a long time can almost be regarded as a kind of ravage to Yan Jianglan's unstable mood.Until the beginning of October, it snowed heavily in Yanwen Mountain.

After Sheng Jiao coaxed Yan Jianglan to sleep, he made sure that he would wake up in a while, and left Xingjie quietly with the rhino horn lamp.

But he didn't dare to leave too far, he just waited outside the row.

The rhino horn lamp lighted up slightly, and then Le Zhengzhen's figure appeared from it, turning into a stream of light and appearing in the heavy snow.

As soon as he saw Sheng Jiao, Le Zhengzhen frowned subconsciously, and said coldly: "...Aren't you too much of an enemy? When I saw him a while ago, he was fine, why did he have to use "Falling Dream" after so long? "Array?Did you torture him in private? "

Sheng Jiao ignored Le Zhengzhen's strange words and said coldly, "He can't get out on his own."

Le Zhengzhen frowned: "Then it wouldn't be possible to use "Fallen Dream"?Do you know what a "fallen dream" is?Oh, yes, I remember that Sect Master Sheng seemed to have failed the formation class when he was in the academy, heh. "

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao said indifferently, "If things go on like this, something will happen to him."

"Don't you curse him less? How can you make troubles by making jokes and making jokes all day long?" Le Zhengzhen's face was not very good, ""Falling Dream" can bring people back to the fear of this life If there was nothing wrong with the illusion formation at that time, but he was disturbed by your "fallen dream" and really couldn't come out again, how can you compensate me? "

Sheng Jiao frowned more and more, feeling that Le Zhengzhen didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Yan Jianglan has been worrying about gains and losses for such a long time, and the one who has lost his emotions will be himself after all.

While the two were still arguing, Dong Rong suddenly turned into a human form and shouted, "Master!"

Sheng Jiao's pupils trembled, and he rushed back to Xingjie before Dong Rong finished speaking.

Lifting the bead curtain in the inner room, and glancing at the bed, Sheng Jiao froze suddenly.

Yan Jianglan did not know when he had woken up. At this time, his hair was hanging on his shoulders, his pupils were dazed and he was sitting in the messy brocade quilt, and the Chunyu sword was forcibly turned into a small dagger by him, and he was holding it vaguely. , the sharp point of the sword pointed directly at the inner palace.

Sheng Jiao rushed forward at the fastest speed in his life, grabbed Yan Jianglan's hand, and said sharply, "Yan Ling!"

Yan Jianglan flicked his wrist, and looked up at Sheng Jiao in a daze as if he had just woken up from a dream. He didn't seem to realize that he was holding the Chunyu Sword, and asked in confusion, "You...how did you come back?"

This word...

It was as if he had decided that Sheng Jiao had abandoned him and would never look back.

Sheng Jiao's face was more ugly than ever before, he grabbed the Chunyu sword and threw it out, and said coldly: "Yan Ling, do you know what you are doing?!"

After being snatched from the sword by Sheng Jiao, Yan Jianglan was confused and realized what he had just done.

He was in a daze for a long time, his body seemed to be petrified, and after a while he finally came to his senses, staggered and fell over, clasped Sheng Jiao's shoulders with trembling hands, and bit Sheng Jiao's neck with all his strength, as if As if full of resentment.

Just once, I saw blood.

Sheng Jiao hugged him tightly with both hands, without even frowning, as if he felt his pain, his rock-steady hands were trembling slightly.

"I thought you wouldn't come back again." Yan Jianglan was woken up by the smell of blood between his lips and teeth after biting. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and slowly lowered his hand, resting his forehead on Sheng Jiao's shoulder, and whispered, " ... I don't know how to live in the future, Sheng Jiao is afraid of me."

Sheng Jiao's heart curled up into a ball, the pain made him tense his jaw, wishing he could rub Yan Jianglan's thin body into his arms.

"Sheng Jiao, please help me." Yan burst out all the pain and despair accumulated in Lan's body, but his body seemed to be extremely exhausted, even if he burst out, he was not hysterical.

He just wept silently, and begged with almost despair, "Kill me, please."

Sheng Jiao stroked the back of his head, his voice was so unsteady for the first time, and he murmured, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yan Jianglan didn't know whether he was awake or suffering from the disease in a daze, as if he couldn't even hear Sheng Jiao's voice.

The countless despair accumulated in the past 12 years burst out at once, and finally drove him completely crazy.

"Sheng Jiao, I don't want to live like this...I want to go." Yan Jianglan buried his face in Sheng Jiao's blood-stained neck, begging in a voice that was almost whimpering, "I can't hold on anymore."

Sheng Jiao opened his lips and seemed to want to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a word.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Jianglan regretted it after he finished speaking, his black hair was messy on the nape of his neck, falling down with his shaking his head, and his madness was as silent as spring rain, "I don't want to Die, I don't want to die, I want to live..."

But he didn't know how to live as usual.

All the "goals" he could find couldn't support him to live a good life as usual.

He wanted to live for Sheng Jiao, but this "goal" aggravated his panic and worries about gain and loss, and made him suffer even more.

Yan Jianglan contradicted himself, as if he could no longer bear the fickleness of his emotions, all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away, and even his voice became a hoarse voice.

"...Sorry, I may not be able to get out."

There is an invisible cage tightly trapping him, even if he breaks it with all his strength, he still can't get free.

Jade Mountain...

Perhaps it was the same, that's why he chose such an extreme way back.

Yan Jianglan didn't understand Yutui Mountain before, but now he finally understands that pain and loss will not turn into ashes and dissipate with the passage of time.

He really can't get out.

Outside the line, Le Zhengzhen stared blankly at Yan Jianglan who was almost driven mad, and suddenly knew why Sheng Jiao was so persistent in using "Falling Dream".

What Yan Jianglan needs now is not relief and companionship, but the courage to face the past.

And that kind of courage, no one can give him.

Except Sheng Jiao.