refuse to be a teacher

A stone is a stone after all, in terms of cleverness, no one can be Xue Lanyin's opponent.

This guy wants to leave, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he can't stop him.

Cheng Bi's fall like this was like another piece of the dog's chain was cut off for nothing.Xue Lan turned over with great effort, raised her arms and raised her hands to concentrate her cultivation on one point, and was drawing a clear and powerful straight line above Cheng Bi's hands and feet. , frequently issued immeasurable huge changes——

When it returned to its original state in a short while, the two people on the couch had obviously changed positions.

The drowsy Cheng Bi was forcibly put on a heavy iron chain with a barrier, and Xue Lan got out because of opportunism, stretched out his hand and pushed the paper screen away vigorously, and then swaggered his legs After stepping out of the threshold, the journey was almost unimpeded.

——His technique of "stealing the sky" can be said to have fully understood the essence of Qin Huan's teaching at the beginning, and now it happens to be applied to Cheng Bi, which can be regarded as practical application of what he learned.

Xue Lan hurriedly ran out of the barrier because of turning around, and now she was actually walking on the green brick path surrounded by mountains and rocks in Changxingju, but she had no way to determine the exact location of Yan Jue.

There are countless pavilions, large and small, and courtyards in the middle of the long line. Presumably to suit Yi Shangxian's mind, many long corridors and attics are designed with some twists and turns.

Xue Lan circled the outer room in a hurry, not to mention being bullied by Yan, and didn't even see anyone for a long time.His own injuries have not healed, and it is obviously a bit difficult for him to walk a short distance. Now that he can't find the master he misses, he squats down in despair, wrapping himself on the side of the road like a bamboo shoot , too lazy to walk, too lazy to move.

Where would Yi Shangxian hide Yan Jue?

Yan Jue has a special status, so he was not well received by people in the world.So considering his safety, Yi Shangxian will definitely not let him show his face outside.

What if...Yi Shangxian, a black-hearted person, doesn't have the kindness to save people?

--maybe.Even if he didn't have Yi Shangxian, for Qin Huan's sake, he would make some concessions.

By the way - Qin Huan!

Because of the sudden shock, Xue Lan stood up with momentum.Then, almost without thinking, he quickened his pace without hesitation, plunged into the lush end of the path, and disappeared instantly.

Why didn't he think of it!Looking at the entire Changxingju, the one who can surpass Yi Shangxian today is the Fengai sword master Qin Huan who was able to call the wind and rain in the past!

Although Xue Lan's memory is messed up, she will not lose her mind since then.Earlier, Qin Huan had visited Zhenjian Terrace where Changxing lived twice by mistake, and the remnant soul left by Qin Huan was always trapped in it, and he never changed easily.

Xue Lan ran along the road as if she was flying because she only had a long-term impression that was not too deep.

Unexpectedly, this time he recognized it quite accurately.Walking around on the way, it took about half a stick of incense to find the familiar plaque with the word "Green Green". heart.

At that time, the sky was dark and dusk was approaching, and a thin ray of light outside the clouds made a long corridor in front of the door mottled and slightly bright.Because Xue Lan strode up the stone steps at the end of the road, her heart was hot, so hot that it jumped and burned, but her hands and feet were cold, as if she was immersed in the bottom of a glacier.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open a thin crack.The Zhenjian Terrace is as quiet as before, and the furnishings have not changed over the years. The back of the hall is still facing the two rooms. The ink screen painted with purple bamboo in the right room seems to have been refurbished on purpose, and the four corners with yellow marks were covered. People lightly embellished with a few clearly visible plum patterns.

Qin was not there yet, and the lights in the room were not lit, so the surrounding area was very dark.Xue Lan moved a few steps in because she held her breath, she didn't dare to look for the ground on her toes, as if she was afraid of alarming something, she just tried her best to lower her voice and whisper: "... Is Master there?"

No one answered him.

Xue Lan breathed in silently in the darkness, and was unwilling to believe that she had found the wrong place, but she took two steps back in a trance, her heel slightly bent, and accidentally kicked something hard, with a muffled sound. The sound followed by a stagger, and he almost failed to stand still.

After staggering for a while, Xue Lanyin squatted down close to the wall, and found a soft and generous clothes lying on the ground.The familiar brocade, through the low layer of light outside the window, can barely recognize the light and clean sky blue.

Xue Lanyin's heart suddenly tightened.Stretching out his hand to touch down the open lapel of the clothes, the cold texture, with the skinny sections tightly supporting each other, after careful identification, it turned out to be the corpse of a dead person!

At that moment, because of a buzzing sound in Xue Lan's head, it was as if something burst suddenly, and all the ups and downs rushed out together, making her whole body tremble slightly.He spread his hands almost in a daze, carefully embraced the skeleton in his arms, and gently stroked it from the spine to the waist. All five fingers trembled violently.

No, impossible...impossible.

His mind was shattered, and he subconsciously rummaged through the inner layer of his clothes to find something.He was so panicked that he didn't hold back his hand strength. The complete skeleton was held in his arms, and it was broken to pieces in a short while, rolling to the ground one after another like heavy ash, and the sound of slapping made people feel terrified.

Soon, he found it.The small piece of dried reddish-brown blood on the skirt, ferocious but withered, proved to him all the time that this was the last azure robe that Yan Jue wore not long ago...

Xue Lanyin was slightly taken aback at first, then stared silently at the half-faced cold cloth in her arms, and was stunned for a while.But it didn't take long before all the expressions on his face couldn't hold back anymore. Something warm slowly snaked along the side cheeks to the depths of the neck, and finally soaked the piece of clothing in the palm of his hand silently. A thin layer of clothing.

Since then, full of bitterness and hatred, grief and resentment, he finally broke through the embankment mercilessly, walked through countless trails, blinded his eyes unscrupulously.

Xue Lan knelt down on the ground suddenly, crying uncontrollably.There was astringency in his throat, but there was a sharp knife in his heart.

He had no idea what pain felt like.

When he left his parents, he was in pain, but he didn't remember whether he had shed tears.

Later, step by step, I walked farther, and the people around me also left one by one.

Or disappear, or die forever.

In his life, he has gone through too many bloody farewells.

When he learned of his brother's tragic death, he had gradually learned to be numb—until the end, before he could even groan, he was crushed to pieces by Wen Pianhong's ghost knife, and there was no more sadness to speak of.

And now?

What kind of person is Yan Jue to him?

Xue Lan asked herself, in the past days, she never gave him too much doting and love.

Most of the time, they are constantly asking him insatiably.Either dependent, or conquered, or awe-but never one day, standing on the same equal footing with him, patiently experienced his helplessness and sadness, pain and suffering.

Does Xue Lan love him?

Undoubtedly, love.But this love has become a heavy burden unknowingly on Yan Jue.

That was supposed to be the person Xue Lan cherished most in his heart...

But he let him alone, bearing all the wounds and pains alone, and finally walked into a place he could no longer see, facing the boundless cold and darkness after death alone!

How could he be so cruel...

How could it be so cruel!

Xue Lan was so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe because she clutched the dress tightly.He seemed to cry for a long, long time, until his throat became hoarse again until he lost his voice, and for so long that his eyes were so red and swollen that it was difficult to open them even a little bit.

All of a sudden, I felt that the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and I was desperate to the point of death.

In the huge sword-suppressing platform, Han Jian was full of desolation and coldness, and he was the only one who couldn't make a sound.At the end of the crying, the tears were all drained, and the voice could not be uttered, only the shoulders were twitching, like a dying patient, making the last meaningless struggle.

Suddenly, for some reason, he felt someone poking him from behind, light and tentative, one after another.

Xue Lan passed out because she was about to lose her strength. At that time, she was upset by her emotional injury, so with a face full of snot and tears, she yelled at people angrily: "...what are you doing, get out!"

However, when she turned around, she happened to meet a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes.

Snow-white bottom shirt, thin figure, and a pair of beautiful facial features.

He was stunned for a long while, and then sat on the ground with a plop.He was still holding the drenched azure gown in his hand, his eyes widened when he lifted it, and he was so choked that he couldn't utter a word.

"...You told me to get out?" Yan Jue squatted in front of him intact, still mockingly, "I haven't told you to get out yet!"

Xue Lan stared at him blankly.

He was really stunned, even his eyes were blank, as if he had seen a ghost, his soul moved out of his body.

"I say……"

Yan Jue stretched out his hand, and pulled out the crumpled clothes from his arms, and the sections of the inner layer that looked like human bones rolled all over the ground in an instant.

One of them knocked to Xue Lanyin's feet with a gurgling sound.

Yan Jue bent down to pick it up, slapped it, and rewarded his big head with melon seeds without thinking:

"... What are you doing here alone, holding the bamboo rack I use to dry clothes?"