After the villain's cultivation base is lost

"Sheng Jiao."

The young man in a warm yellow robe, Xi Jue, leaned on the window sill with his chin in his hands, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers that had been knocked all over the ground by the heavy rain outside, and said lazily, "What does the sound of thunder mean?"

The outside world is full of wind and rain, and the thunder is deafening, but the inner room is quiet and warm.

Sheng Jiao sat in front of the table and practiced calligraphy, just pretending that he didn't exist, and didn't say a word.

"Shock? Fear? Surprise? Quarrel? Fight?"

Xi Jue guessed wildly, and before he got a reply, he ran back angrily and slapped the table: "Hey, young master, I'm talking to you, don't practice your broken characters anymore!"

Sheng Jiao was writing the last word when the pen was shaken crookedly, and a good line of characters was lost immediately.

He wasn't angry either, he put the waste paper aside neatly, took the paper again and continued writing.

Xi Jue was so angry that he was half dead: "Men Hulu, I came to you because I was so busy. Finding Rangchen to play with is more interesting than you!"

After all, he walked away.

Sheng Jiao, who was holding the pen, hesitated for a while before writing, and looked out the window expressionlessly.

The thunder flashed, and the rumble was deafening. The little figure of Xi Jue was running in the rain, probably because he hadn't done a good trick to avoid the rain, and the heavy rain drenched him into a drenched chicken.

After Xi Jue was stunned for a while, he laughed again, and simply stopped making tricks, just stepped on the water and listened to the sound of thunder, and ran out of the house happily.

Like a little fox running in the rain.

Sheng Jiao watched intently, and didn't come back to his senses until the person left.

Ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the snow-white paper.

A word has not been written, it has been discarded.

The rainwater fell on the pond water, creating countless intertwined ripples.

At that time, Sheng Jiao almost thought that Xiao Xijue loved Ting Lei.

I don't know which year it was during the Qiqiao Festival, the rain was pouring like a torrential rain, and the thunder smashed down like tearing the sky, and even the towering tree by the pond was almost chopped down.

Sheng Jiao stood by the pond holding an umbrella, silently staring at the countless rippling water surface.

Until night fell, the heavy rain continued, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Sheng Jiao's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and the hand hidden in the sleeve almost warmed the jade stones in his palm.

He turned around with no expression on his face, only to see Feng Yu, who was covered in water, running in panic.

"Sheng, Sheng Jiao!"

Sheng Jiao was stunned.

Having been classmates for many years, Feng Yu never took the initiative to talk to Sheng Jiao.

But at this moment, Feng Yu rushed over like a headless chicken, wiped the water on his face carelessly, and hurriedly said: "Sheng Jiao! Xi Jue...he seemed to be knocked out of his wits by the thunder!"

Sheng Jiao's dull eyes narrowed severely.

Xi Jue has never been afraid of thunder. On the contrary, every time there is a summer rainstorm, he will study thunder with great interest.

But after the Qiqiao Festival that year, he began to be afraid of thunder.

Every time I hear it, the soul must be lost, and the people of Zhuxingzhai have to go out in groups for a long time to find it.

Everyone in Zhuxingzhai knows the "Soul Fixation Jue", just in case Xi Jue loses his soul again.

In the Xiezhi sect, the wind and rain are dark and dark.

Sheng Jiao's face was extremely ugly, and he raised his hand and waved his spiritual power, forcibly sealing the entire Xiezhi sect with an enchantment.

Juan Xunfang and Shang Yuan hurried over when they heard the voice, and when they saw Sheng Jiao was safe and sound, they hurried up to meet him.

"metropolitan!"

Sheng Jiao frowned: "What's the matter?"

Juan Xunfang said succinctly: "Just now someone wanted to destroy Shen Tianshe. It should be the eyeliner you said was placed in Xiezhizong by other aristocratic families. Shangyuan and I have already arrested him, waiting for the order of the suzerain to deal with."

Sheng Jiao nodded hastily, hugged the dripping Xi Jiangda in his arms, and ordered in a cold voice.

"Seal Shen Tian's amnesty first."

Shang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to ask other people how to deal with it, but was pulled by Juan Xunfang.

Xi Jue obviously had an accident, how could the suzerain have the leisure to take care of those people?

tell you later.

Feng Yu had already skillfully manipulated the ghost to look for Xi Jianglan's soul who had gone somewhere, but the thunder bursts made his head hurt, and he was so irritable that he almost tore the little paper figurine apart.

Suddenly, a thunder that was a hundred times stronger than before pierced the dark sky, and the void was distorted, almost tearing a huge hole in the sky.

Feng Yu's head was buzzing from the shock, and he covered his ears to avoid being deafened.

It was obviously not an ordinary thunder, Feng Yu was about to curse at Sheng Jiao when he recovered, but when he looked up, he saw that the dark clouds over the Xie Zhizong were forcibly split by a thunder from Tian Yanzhu.

The dense dark clouds and heavy rain stopped instantly, and the strong sunlight penetrated down, illuminating the Haechi sect instantly.

Feng Yu was dumbfounded.

This……

Is Sheng Jiao's cultivation really a vain state? !

Sheng Jiao hugged Xi Jianglan and walked away.

Xi Jianglan was more well-behaved than ever before, quietly curled up in Sheng Jiao's arms, his eyes were distracted, tears rolled down his eyelashes uncontrollably because he had opened them for too long, his face was covered with tear stains.

Sheng Jiao hugged him tightly, and quickly returned to Xiezhizong's residence.

To put it nicely, it is called quiet and elegant, but to put it bluntly, it is simple and crudely furnished. Looking around, it is empty, except for the desk, the bed, and the huge screen that separates the inner and outer rooms, it is no different from the Xiezhi sect's cage.

The torrential rain had already beaten the largest osmanthus tree in the courtyard to the ground, leaving its branches empty and desolate.

Sheng Jiao mobilized his spiritual power to dry Xi Jianglan's body from the rain, and placed him clumsily on the hard stone couch.

Xi Jianglan was too thin, and Sheng Jiao seemed to be the same as six years ago when holding him. One can imagine how much he has suffered in these years.

Even so, he still had a playful smile in the past, as if no amount of pain could be suppressed, he piled up a hypocritical smile to perfunctory all kinds of old friends.

——Including Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao forcibly suppressed the ripples in his heart, and pressed his fingers on Xi Jianglan's back shoulder, urging the Tianyan Pearl that was integrated into his flesh and blood little by little.

Bits of numbness slowly spread throughout Xi Jianglan's meridians, making his eyes widen suddenly.

The humiliation of mistakenly thinking that it was a tattoo was still there, he groaned in pain, scratched randomly, and covered the word "burning" with his sharp nails in extreme repulsion, as if he didn't want anyone to see it.

"No, don't... Please... oh no."

Sheng Jiao's hands froze, and he was forced to hold him down. With his eyes closed, he tried to find out where Xi Jianglan's soul was with the pull of his soul and Tian Yanzhu.

But wandering souls are not the same as losing souls. Xi Jianglan's three souls and seven souls have already left his body and lost all connection with his body.

What is here is just an empty skin.

Sheng Jiao frowned and withdrew his hand, Lei Wen slowly turned into a red mole, and the pain in Xi Jiang's brow subsided, and he lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was looking at.

Soon, Feng Yu sent a ghost to report the news.

"Can't find it."

Sheng Jiao said coldly, "Why can't I find it?"

He has sealed Xie Zhizong, just for a few breaths, the three souls and seven souls will not run too far.

"But I can't find it!" Feng Yu was extremely irritable, "Usually, his soul wanders in Zhuxingzhai, the place is small, and he only likes to stay under your sweet-scented osmanthus tree, twice out of three times Find the right one. But your Xiezhi clan is so big, how many cages do you have, where can he go if he is not familiar with the place?"

Sheng Jiao was taken aback for a moment, then he suddenly turned around and left as if he remembered something.

The prison cage of the Xiezhi sect is like a round village surrounded by high-rise buildings with dozens of floors. There is also a stone sculpture of Xiezhi under the courtyard in the center, which patrols around the corridor all the year round to frighten the prisoners.

With a gloomy face, Sheng Jiao opened the cage with the order of the Xiezhi Sect Master, and walked skillfully to the twelfth floor, and stood beside a prison that had been vacant for six years.

Looking inside from the cold iron railings, three cold stone walls, the ferocious blood stains on the ground, and the narrow tall windows all came into view.

...and the soul curled up in a small ball hugging its knees and crying softly in the corner.

For a moment, Sheng Jiao didn't know what to think.

He was too dull, and his emotions were almost shattered by Shen Tianshe's thunderbolt. Even if his heart was torn apart, he didn't know what it was to tear the heart apart.

Sheng Jiao suppressed the trembling hands and gently opened the door, and walked in slowly.

Xi Jianglan's soul seems to be stuck at the age of 12, and his thin body is curled up in a corner to hide. If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Xijue raised his tear-stained face in a daze, and stared blankly.

The prison is small, the windows are only about a palm wide, and the light only leaks in for half a moment a day.

Xi Jue stayed here for three months.

Sheng Jiao walked forward silently, knelt down on one knee in front of the soul that seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch, and stretched out a broad hand towards him.

Xi Jue tilted his head to look at him, and after a while he asked in a childish voice, "Has the rain stopped?"

Sheng Jiao was taken aback, and said, "Yes."

"Father and mother said, let me go out to play when the rain stops." Xi Jue didn't know what year it was, and after saying this happily, he fell into confusion for a while, "But the rain... the rain hasn't stopped, you lying to me."

Sheng Jiao said softly, "No."

"What does thunder mean?" Xi Jue asked the same question as before, "I don't understand."

Sheng Jiao said, "Awe? Fear?"

"No." Xi Jue shook his head, "No."

Sheng Jiao didn't understand what he was talking about, so he stretched his hand forward again: "There is no thunder outside, I will take you away."

Xi Jue stared at him vigilantly: "I don't want it."

Sheng Jiao's hand froze.

Just at this moment, a ray of sunlight finally poured down from the narrow high window and fell directly on Sheng Jiao's palm.

The color of the warm sun was too dazzling, Xiao Xijue let out an "ah", and finally was willing to come out from the corner, crawled to Sheng Jiao's side with hands and feet, and stretched out his hand to catch the light.

The small hand fell on Sheng Jiao's broad palm, he closed it slightly, and held it forcefully.

Xi Jue wanted to escape subconsciously, but he didn't know what he smelled, so he climbed up and sniffed left and right on Sheng Jiao's lapel.

Sheng Jiao looked down at him.

"It's sweet-scented osmanthus."

Xi Jue suddenly broke into a smile and said crisply.

He was no longer vigilant, no longer resisting, as if he had found a haven of dependence, obediently let Sheng Jiao hold his hand, and slowly walked out of the dusty prison through the ray of sunlight.

As soon as he stepped out, Xi Jue seemed to think of something, and turned his head to look.

Sheng Jiao's hand suddenly covered his eyes.

Xi Jue said vaguely, "What?"

"There's nothing to see, let's go."

Xi Jue was also very coaxing, said "Oh", and walked forward obediently.

From the beginning to the end, he really didn't look back.

Sheng Jiao carried Xiao Xi Jue all the way back to Qingcheng.

Thanks to a ray of spiritual energy, the laurel tree that had been beaten bare just now has grown new leaves.

The dead flowers and leaves on the ground, and new flowers bloom on the branches.

The moment he smelled the cinnamon, the soul in Sheng Jiao's arms dissipated, turning into a streak of light and entering the inner room.

Sheng Jiao didn't go in either, and looked up at the branches.

The rain stopped.

Suddenly want to give him a sweet-scented osmanthus.

Sitting on the bedside, Feng Yu was about to cry, but Xi Jianglan, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly choked out a sharp breath, leaned on the hard bedside and coughed heart-piercingly.

Finally back to the soul.

Feng Yu was overjoyed immediately: "I thought you were really going to die this time?!"

Xi Jianglan managed to stop coughing, his face was wet with tears, he was dying, he felt like he was coughing up all his internal organs, and said weakly, "Can't you say something auspicious?"

Feng Yu was completely relieved, crossed Erlang's legs and said angrily: "Tsk, I come from a family of ghosts, and the last thing I know is auspicious words."

Xi Jianglan rolled his eyes.

Walking the soul once caused great damage to the soul and body. He was seriously injured, and at this moment it seemed that his life was not long.

Xi Jianglan fumbled around his waist weakly, as if he was looking for something.

Feng Yu did it for him: "What are you looking for?"

"Wood...a wooden man."

Feng Yu mercilessly turned Xi Jianglan who couldn't move, almost hitting his face on the cold stone couch, and when he found the wooden figure behind his waist, he turned Xi Jianglan over like an object.

"Well, here it is for you."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jiang's nose and forehead were red from the blow, and he was gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat people.

Already weak to this point, he still did not change his original intention, and broke off the limbs of the little wooden figure one by one with all his strength, venting his anger.

While cracking the lanyard, Xi Jiang stared straight at Feng Yu, his lips were pale like a ghost who was about to kill him.

Feng Yu: "..."

A little... Scary.

Sheng Jiao came from outside, and he didn't go into the inner room, only a shadowy figure appeared through the screen.

"Let's go to the Medicine Sect."

Xi Minghuai is the only clue to the massacre of the Xi family, and his madness must be cured as soon as possible.

Xi Jianglan's tattered body was already difficult to heal, but this time he suffered the pain of losing his soul. If he didn't go to the Yaozong, he might die on the way.

Xi Jianglan glanced at Sheng Jiao through the screen, and said weakly, "Go tomorrow, I don't want to move today."

Feng Yu rolled up his sleeves and volunteered: "You're so delicate, alright, I'll condescend to honor you and give you a ride. Fortunately, the Medicine Sect is not far from the Xiezhi Sect, so Yufeng can tell you in a moment."

"I'm in a panic." Xi Jianglan began to be hypocritical again, "Put a phoenix quilt on your shoulders and carry me on your back."

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Yu was so irritable that he wanted to curse, but when he saw Xi Jianglan's face that was not long in the world, he had no choice but to hold back: "All right, all right, I'll put a crane cloak on my shoulders, so I promise I won't hurt the little fairy's jade body. .”

Xi Jianglan was picky again: "I don't like the smell on you either, so go get some incense and smoke it."

Feng Yu said softly, "Xi Jue, don't go anywhere, just die on this bed."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan looked at him with disgust, "Fortunately, brother, can't even satisfy this request? It's useless."

Feng Yu said, "Where's my sword? Where's my ghost sword?!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start inside, Sheng Jiao couldn't bear it anymore, walked around the screen and walked forward, wrapped Xi Jianglan in the black cloak into a silkworm chrysalis with his face sinking, and hugged him in his arms without any explanation, turned around and left.

Simple and rude, without any pity for the "jade body" of the delicate little fairy.

Feng Yu waited for this arrogant bastard to pick and choose.

Who knew that the arrogant bastard Xi looked up at Sheng Jiao for a while, sniffing the fragrance of the newly bloomed osmanthus, pursed his lips, leaned his head against his neck, and obediently let Sheng Jiao carry him away .

One is not picky, and the other is not disgusted with incense.

said nothing.

Feng Yu: "..."

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