After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Butterflies dream.

In the illusion, the monks seemed to have entered a big absurd dream together, the surroundings were weird and weird, all kinds of weird things gathered in one place, strange and strange, but everyone thought it was reasonable.

Xi Jianglan was keenly aware that he was in a dream, but he refused to wake up for no reason.

He had a sweet dream.

As the butterflies fluttered, the young Xi Jianglan's body was light, and he turned back into the appearance of a teenager. He walked down the long mountain steps in white clothes like the wind, and spoke loudly with a smile on his face.

"Go out to play, don't study and practice swords, hey, don't complain, or I won't take you to play next time."

The child, who was several steps behind, staggered down the hill and panted, "But, but you will be scolded."

Xi Jianglan laughed loudly: "Have I been scolded less often since I was a child? Whoever loves whoever is... meow?"

The child whose face could not be seen in the dream breathed a sigh of relief while supporting his knees, and said in confusion, "Huh? Didn't everyone say it was Wang before?"

Xi Jianglan waved to him: "Come and see, there is a cat."

The child ran over curiously, squatted on the ground with Xi Jianglan and looked towards the thick grass.

Sure enough, a palm-sized black cat came out tremblingly from the greenery. It rained at night, and it was completely drenched, and it meowed weakly at them like a soaked chicken.

Xi Jianglan picked it up curiously.

"What a cat."

"Do you want to raise it?"

"Raise it, if it is smarter, it can turn into a human form to help me practice swords to perfuse my parents."

"..."

The overwhelming butterflies flew away, and Xi Jianglan, who was strolling up the mountain with the wet kitten on his shoulder, stopped, raised his hand slightly to let a butterfly land on his finger, and tilted his head to look.

The colorful wings flutter leisurely.

Xi Jiang stared at it for a while, then suddenly asked softly, "Is this a dream?"

The butterflies instantly turned into clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms that burst onto his fingers.

Xi Jianglan reacted suddenly, and immediately struggled to run up the mountain along the hundreds of steps.

The half-grown child who always only liked to follow behind him was now walking in front of him, as if he was out of reach, no matter how fast Xi Jianglan ran, it seemed that he would never be able to catch up.

Xi Jianglan desperately grabbed the child's back, but his feet became heavier and heavier. Countless butterflies submerged his lower body, dragging his feet tenaciously.

"Ayue..."

"Father! Mother!"

boom.

The butterfly dragged him down into the abyss, and his body fell down uncontrollably, watching the beautiful dream that he had constructed collapse.

Xi Jianglan opened his eyes abruptly, holding his chest in shock and gasping for breath.

After the buzzing in his ears faded away, the familiar sound of Tianyan Pearl spinning that made his scalp tingle rang from far to near, like a sharp butcher knife hanging above his head.

Xi Jianglan looked up in a daze, and saw Sheng Jiao standing not far away, looking at him expressionlessly.

The Tianyan Pearl on the wrist gradually stopped.

Xi Jianglan couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while, he held his breath and watched the one hundred and eight Tianyan beads stop little by little.

A burst of blood-red gleam fell from Sheng Jiao's wrist, and it looked like a continuous stream of blood falling from Sheng Jiao's tiger's mouth, scorching and unclear.

One hundred and eight Tianyan beads are all "Zhu".

Sheng Jiao's eyes were cold and heartless, his lips did not move, and his voice seemed to come from the sky.

"punish."

Xi Jianglan's pupils shrank suddenly, overwhelming fear swept over his whole body, thunder was brewing in the sky, and the spiritual power in Sheng Jiao's hands could kill him on the spot in an instant.

But Xi Jianglan seemed to have forgotten to escape, and instead covered his ears with both hands, and said in a daze, "No, it's not me..."

It seems that if you cover your ears, all this does not exist.

Sheng Jiao's terrifying killing intent, Tianyan's shocking urging...

Hua Bailuo's voice was so weak, but it resounded in Xi Jianglan's ears like thunder.

Xi Jianglan was deceiving himself and others, and when he was about to collapse, the cold golden bell on his wrist was pressed against his earlobe, making him shiver suddenly.

Golden Bell?

Xi Jianglan opened his eyes and looked at the delicate golden bell hanging on his wrist.

The golden bell trembled slightly because of his trembling, but no sound came from it.

Sheng Jiao is obviously not around, so who is the one who condemned him in front of him?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Xi Jianglan regained his clarity in an instant, and the surrounding nightmare "Sheng Jiao", Tianyan Thunderbolt, and Tianyan Pearl turned into butterflies and dispersed suddenly.

Xi Jianglan walked away from the dream and nightmare, only to feel physically and mentally exhausted, and when he returned to the real secret place, he sat for a while, as if he heard something, and touched his earlobe.

"Does cause and effect?"

The "Kan Tianyan" of Yukui Mountain can temporarily create all the phase patterns stored in the Tianyan Record - including the spiritual level "Dream Yellow Liang".

Among the thirteen spirit-level patterns, Xi Jianglan remembers that the third pattern is "Cause and Effect", which can see through the intricate causes and effects in the world, and the owner of the pattern has ascended hundreds of years ago.

Yutuishan actually created "karma and effect" in the secret realm?

What cause and effect does he want to see through?

The phase pattern of "walking cause and effect" is a banyan tree full of spiritual fruits.

Because it was temporarily forged by Tian Yan, the banyan tree was only the size of an ordinary tree. The butterfly landed in the fruit formed by the spiritual power, and when its tentacles touched it, it seemed to be wrapped in a water mass, and it was instantly swallowed into the spiritual fruit.

Ding.

Sheng Jiao stood under the tree indifferently.

Qin Banban lay quietly on the thick roots of the banyan tree protruding from the ground and slept soundly.

There was a dead silence in the secret realm, and Sheng Jiao rippled his spiritual power horizontally for hundreds of miles, but he couldn't find any other spiritual power fluctuations other than his.

There are oddities here.

As if aware of something, the Tianyan Pearl suddenly escaped from Sheng Jiao's control, and one hundred and seven scattered in all directions, spinning around the banyan tree non-stop.

The butterflies came with the strong wind, rustling the banyan tree.

The spirit fruit rippled for a while, then seemed to be completely ripe, and burst open on the branch with a "poof".

Three spirit-level phase patterns gather here.

Sheng Jiao's pupils shrank suddenly as he looked at the dreamland where the spirit fruit shattered and fell down.

That was Liu Changxing's dream.

It's not a dream or a nightmare, but a peach garden.

The peach blossoms were flying, and the young Liu Changxing sat cross-legged in a pile of peach blossoms, racking his brains and trying to figure it out.

"Peach Blossom? Peach Blossom Wind? Anyway, it must have something to do with peach blossom." He pushed the sick little Xi Jue next to him, "Jueer, do you remember? Both of us have been stuck here for a long time, today is just a coincidence Ah. Oh yes, is it still your birthday? A good day for children to love each other."

Xi Jue's face was pale and sullen: "It's not my birthday."

Liu Changxing patted him: "Then what exactly is this formation, and how to solve it?"

"Can not remember."

Xi Jue looked at Taohua in a daze with his head down, as if he didn't want to talk, and his whole body revealed a tiredness from the inside out.

Wen Zhangyuan taught them too many formations. In order to cultivate their ability to break formations, they deliberately placed a lot of formations in the dark of Zhuxingzhai, and the two came in by mistake.

Liu Changxing didn't pay attention to the class in class, and Xi Jue, who was always smart, seemed to have lost his soul, and sat there silently all the time.

Sitting opposite him, Liu Changxing pinched his thin face, frowned and said, "You have been out of order since you came back from the last experience, were you frightened by Xie Zhizong's murder?"

Xi Jue: "Yes."

"The Sheng family always wanted Sheng Jiao to go to the Xiezhi sect to be righteous, and he will definitely kill criminals in the future." Liu Changxing enlightened him, "The Xiezhi sect is fair, and those who are righteous and killed are also guilty. People, don't worry about them."

Xi Jue's eyes were empty, and he said in a daze, "Xiezhizong... is it fair?"

Liu Changxing's sloppy temperament also sensed that something was wrong with Xi Jue, and patted his face with a frown: "Jueer, Ah Jue? What's wrong with you?"

Xi Jue is still out of his mind.

Liu Changxing always felt that something might happen to Xi Jue in this state, so he was busy running around in the formation.

He tilted his head and thought about it for a long time. He had forgotten most of the formations he had learned in the past two years. He only vaguely felt that there was a formation that required blood from his fingertips to break.

Liu Changxing gritted his teeth and decided to try his luck.

He bit his fingertips and dripped the blood from his fingertips on the birth gate, and then manipulated the puppet-like Xie Jue to force a drop of blood from his fingertips to fall on the eyes of the formation.

I saw two red lights flashing slightly, and the densely packed peach trees around turned into crimson smoke and dispersed faintly.

It's the right thing to do? !

Liu Changxing was always lucky, so he was overjoyed and pulled Xi Jue up.

Qiqiao Festival is also Xi Jue's 16th birthday, and it is raining and thundering outside.

As soon as Xi Jue came out, he was shocked by the thunder. He listened to the deafening thunder, and his small face was turned pale by the reflection of the thunder.

Liu Changxing was about to pull him to run towards Jiusiyuan, but he felt that the slender wrist in his palm was trembling unceasingly, and it became more and more violent, the trembling almost broke away from his shackles, and he fell down in embarrassment.

Xi Jue didn't use the tactic to avoid the rain, and sat on the ground in a daze, soaked in the rain, staring blankly at the void.

Seeing his expression, Liu Changxing almost held his breath. He knelt down on one knee carefully, and gently held Xi Jue's shoulder with his hand.

"Jeer?"

Xi Jue's jaw was tense, his black hair drooped down, dripping with water.

As soon as Liu Changxing supported him, Xi Jue seemed to have been stabbed severely, and suddenly he bent down convulsively, as if countless unbearable pains burst out of his body.

Liu Changxing was taken aback for a moment, and when he heard the sound of water dripping down, he didn't realize it for a while.

Xi Jue was crying.

He cried with restraint and grief, like a wild beast that was driven to a desperate situation and was covered with severe injuries. His face was covered with water and tears, and the flashing thunder seemed to distort his gentle and harmless face into a terrifying and ferocious appearance.

Liu Changxing was so anxious that he was at a loss, and was about to forcibly hug him, but he heard Xi Jue's hoarse voice.

"To kill them."

Liu Changxing was taken aback: "What?"

Xi Jue covered his ears, as if he had fallen into a nightmare from which he could not wake up, his pupils were almost bleeding with resentment, and he just murmured almost crazily.

"...kill them all."

Liu Changxing got goosebumps from his words: "Jueer, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Xi Jue didn't answer, took a few quick breaths, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His thin body was like a seedling that had been knocked down by the rainstorm, and fell down in embarrassment.

Liu Changxing supported him in astonishment: "Xi Jue!"

That was the first time Xi Jue was startled out of his wits by the sound of thunder.

Liu Changxing's dream came to an abrupt end.

"Line of cause and effect" seems to have noticed a clue, and it is keenly transformed into a strand of bright red illusory spiritual thread.

Sheng Jiao didn't know what to think, and his face became more and more ugly.

It was as if he was being forced to sit on the seat after being chased to the shelves. The banyan tree was like a stage, and the people behind the scenes invited countless people to use their dreams one by one to present an exquisite play for him—or for Tian Yanzhu. .

Everyone in the secret realm is being used by others.

Immediately afterwards, another spiritual fruit shattered again.

It is a dream of Shengjiao.

Also when Xi Jue was 15 years old, it snowed in winter, and before the New Year, the osmanthus was still in full bloom amidst the snow.

Sheng Jiao walked in the heavy snow with an umbrella, his indifferent face rarely appeared a little dazed, and the further he walked, the more hesitant his steps became.

The former convenience is the Xi family.

Before the New Year's holiday in Tianyan Academy, Xi Jue happily invited him to eat dumplings during the winter solstice.

——It’s the custom in the northern border to eat dumplings during the winter solstice. Most of the Zhongzhou and southern borders eat glutinous rice balls. I don’t know where the strange habit of ridiculing a Zhongzhou person comes from.

But this winter solstice, Xi Jue, who always loves to play, didn't come to Sheng Jiao at all.

Sheng Jiao tossed and turned all night without sleep, and came to Xi's house in the snow early in the morning on the next day of the winter solstice.

Xi Jue lived in the separate courtyard of the Xi family, and had given Sheng Jiao the order to enter the small courtyard a few years ago.

Sheng Jiao entered Xi's house as if entering no one's land, but the hand hanging by his side was tightly pinching the cuff.

He always felt that he just came to find Xi Jue before the winter solstice, and that little liar with a bad personality would probably make up a big show, and maybe even brag about himself, saying flirtatiously that Sheng Jiao couldn't do without him.

Both of Sheng Jiao's fingers turned white, but no matter how slow his steps were, he still reached Xi Jue's courtyard very quickly.

The young Lord Tiandao was silent for a while, ready to receive ridicule and ridicule from Xi Jue.

Just when he arrived at the door, he looked at the courtyard from the corner of his eye, and was slightly taken aback.

In the huge courtyard, the thick snow had fallen down to the calves, and the slender Xi Jue was kneeling in the snow in single clothes, with his back straight, his black hair scattered on the ground, and the ends of his hair were even buried by the snow.

Sheng Jiao's lifeless pupils shrank violently.

The "squeak" of stepping on the snow resounded faintly, and Xi Jue's eyes moved slightly in a daze, and the frost fell from his eyelashes.

Someone walked up to him, and a dark shadow enveloped him.

Xi Jue looked up in bewilderment after being stunned for a while as if he had been frozen.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for more than ten days, and Xi Jue was so thin that he almost lost his shape. After recognizing Sheng Jiao, the arrogance and arrogance that belonged to the young master suddenly appeared on his small face, and he smiled stiffly.

—Maybe he didn't even react, as if he was forced to put on a false mask.

"Sheng Jiao? Why are you here?"