refuse to be a teacher

When Yan Jue joined Qin Huan's sect as an apprentice in his early years, the relationship between the two of them was not as humble as an ordinary master and apprentice.

——Qin Huan has a gentle and honest temper, while Yan Jue is born with arrogance and stubbornness.

The two stared at each other, and Yan Jue often punched the cotton, never getting it right.

Afterwards, he suddenly realized that over ten years had passed in such a hurry, Yan Huan was still the same Yan Huan as before, and Qin Huan—but he was no longer alive.

Sword Master Feng'ai has traveled all over his life and is at ease.On a whim in his later years, he picked up two apprentices, but in reality, he failed to teach them anything hand in hand.

Yan Jue's only deep impression on him was that after the death of his parents that year, in the blurred vision of infinite depravity in front of him, Qin still had steady and strong hands.

He gave him his last light.

As Yan Jue's master, he has always been working hard to guide his disciples from the impasse of dying to the right track.

But in the end, Yan Jue plunged into another endless abyss with unstoppable inner demons.

This is Qin's heart knot that has been buried for many years and cannot be let go for a long time.

It's his knot, and it's also Yan Jue's knot.The two of them, the master and the apprentice, are both deeply mired in a quagmire because of something they think is unforgivable, and they cannot extricate themselves.

However, at this moment, Qin still looked into Yan Hao's eyes, but they were relaxed and relieved, without any trace of flaws.

It was as if when they first met, Qin still bent down and looked at the thin and cold young man in front of him.

There were intermittent wet marks in his eyes, but he never refused to shed a tear.

Slowly, later, the boy gradually grew up.

The indelible coolness and sharpness between his brows and eyes has also faded into a gentleness that is not stained with dust in the process of tempering the vagaries of the years.

So Qin let it go.

Finally willing to let go.

"...I originally wanted to hope that his heart knot would be relieved in the future, and there would be no more pain and torment."

No more torment.

When Yan Jue really left the sea of ​​bitterness and gradually stepped forward.Qin also knew that his apprentice would one day slowly fill the open wound in his heart to perfection bit by bit.

In this way, there is no regret even in death.

——So, Feng'ai's sword was cut off, and the soul of a person was shattered.

Countless icy spots of frost were instantly submerged in the heavy snow flying outside the window, and they were about to explode at the first touch—a thick barrier of more than a hundred feet was quickly deployed outward.

The bone-piercing vigor of the surroundings was extremely cold, and at the same time, it carried a huge force of rampage, centering on the Sword Township Platform, it exploded in a circular arc with a bang.

Yan Jue's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could take any effective countermeasures, he was hit by the sudden cross current and flew obliquely backwards, his back folded, and he and the wall fell dozens of feet, and finally fell to the ground Buried in the cold and hard thick snow outside, there was a very dull and muffled sound.

Xue Lanyin was still waiting to turn around and pull him, but the sudden cold current was too strong, Xue Lanyin couldn't even utter a cry, so she turned upside down with the whole person, struggling and resisting the fall all the way.

When he raised his head again, an unbreakable [-]-foot barrier had been built from the inside to the outside of the sword-suppressing platform, which was mostly destroyed in front of him.

——That power is almost destructive, desperately eating away at the black-blue soul smoke that swoops around.

Qin Huan, the sword master of Feng'ai, was performing the last spell of his life at that time, and personally shattered his weak remnant soul that remained in the world—with the explosive energy that exploded and overflowed at the moment his soul was scattered, he quickly swallowed Within a hundred feet around, try to get close to all the green black soul smoke in Changxingju.

This is the only thing he can do right now as their master and their family.

At that time, Yan Jue coughed hard and opened his eyes, only the glaring snowdrops falling from the sky were left in front of him.

The night is still long.It's just that when he was struggling to get up and look for something, he could no longer find the inch of eyes that met him in the past.

He stayed for a while, and stopped in place for a long time, even slightly stiffened uncontrollably.

"...What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and get out!"

A sudden shout broke the silence.Yi Shangxian turned over and jumped to the top of the pillar, and the three-foot cold sword came out of its sheath in response, cutting off the ferocious wandering soul in front of him in an instant.

Xue Lanyin reacted immediately, and stepped forward to grab Yan Jue and push him into his arms.Afterwards, he took a few steps forward and saw that Cheng Bi was also unconsciously buried under the snow, so he hugged one tightly in his hands, carried another on his back, and stumbled towards the outside of the courtyard wall along the way.

After this thrilling catastrophe, Changxingju has been destroyed from the original fairyland with beautiful mountains and rivers to a pile of ruins filled with smoke.

The wandering souls of Zhufengmen were still coming in and out, and there was even a tendency to break through the barrier again.Fortunately, Yi Shangxian tried his best to cover up, and Xue Lan was able to pass through an extremely hidden narrow road, leading Yan and Cheng to avoid the intrusion of the two of them temporarily away from danger.

——But he himself was not made of iron, so he dragged the two of them for more than a few miles, and soon he was so tired that he fell down.

Fortunately, Yan Jue was still sober, and after a while, he recovered from Qin Huan's shattered panic, raised his head and said to Xue Lanyin: "You let me down, and I will go by myself."

Because Xue Lan was still lying on her back with Cheng Fang, she was already knocked out by the extreme cold current, and even her hands and feet were frozen stiff by the frost.

In the current situation, Xue Lan really couldn't be brave anymore, so she took a deep breath and bullied Yan intermittently: "Yes... I'm sorry, let me rest! I'm really tired—later Let me hug you again..."

Yan deceived: "It's okay, let me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Lan let go of his hand, and Yan Jue was thrown into the snow by him, and there was another blunt plop.

Yan Jue: "..."

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!!" Xue Lan panicked immediately, staggered and put Cheng Bi down, and rushed to support Yan Bao's arm and said, "I didn't mean it!"

Yan Jue waved his hands and tried his best to sit up from the ground.At that time, the long black hair hung straight over the top of the forehead, and it was covered with fine crystal snow particles.

He was so cold that his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably.But at the same time, he was so exhausted that he stretched out his hand to draw Xue Lanyin over. The two of them sat on the snowy ground shivering, and they had no strength to move forward half a step away.

Yan Jue looked up at the sky, his vision was a little blurry.You can vaguely see one or two light snowflakes fluttering and falling, and when you look forward, the gray tiles and white walls that used to be long and cold and solemn have gradually disappeared completely with the invasion of wind and snow.

"Where are you now?" Yan Hua asked.

"Not far away." Xue Lan said in a muffled voice, "It's close to Changxingju..."

Yan Jue suddenly collapsed, bending over and forming a shrimp: "I can't walk anymore."

Xue Lan got up from the snow, clapped her hands, and said to Yan: "Come on, I'll hug you."

Yan Jue squinted his eyes, and was trying to say something, but suddenly he heard a soft rustling sound in his ears.The two turned their heads at the same time, Xue Lan got up immediately because of alertness, took advantage of the situation and took the Ya Ling sword into his hands and clenched it tightly.

However, after waiting for a long time to dawdle, one person led two strong black horses, and cautiously stepped out from the back road between the dead branches and piles of miscellaneous roads.

Xue Lan took a closer look and found that the person who came was not someone else, but the pillow who hadn't seen anyone before!

Look at his embarrassing behavior, he probably just escaped from the fire scene not long ago.Not to mention the dirty and black stains all over his face, his usual gauze was also burned to pieces, which could hardly cover his frozen blue and purple skin.

—The confusion came so suddenly.Because Xue Lan was so concerned about Yan Jue's safety at that time, she had no time to care about the lives of others.

But after thinking about it afterwards, I felt that there seemed to be something missing around me.

Only now, when the pillow suddenly came into view, Xue Lanyin regained consciousness a little bit, barely recalling that among the group of people traveling together this time, there was such a non-existent Baiwu tribe.

From the pillow came at just the right time, not to mention being able to help pick up the process, and he was pulling two good horses in his hand-it seemed that he was well prepared and had a bumpy journey all the way.

Four people on two horses can probably run a long distance—at least leaving a long journey is not a problem.

Xue Lan stared at Cong Pillow from afar, as if relieved, and said straightly: "Brother Cong, I haven't seen anyone for so long... Where have you been hiding?"

Limping from the pillow, walking is not very easy, leading two livestock, as if forcibly dragging two mountains.

Xue Lan went to pull one in a hurry, raised Cheng Bi with both hands and put it on it. Later, she took Yan Yao and turned over, and sat on the other horse steadily.

Panting heavily from the pillow, he leaned back, raised his hand to try to wipe off the half-cold sweat on his forehead, and said slowly: "Changxingju was burnt to such a state... I have risked my life to get it." Get these two horses back from the stable, and if we go later, we won't be able to leave."

"Brother Cong thought carefully and rescued the horse when he knew it was in trouble." Xue Lan lifted the rein with his hand, and the cold wind from all over the sky blew across his bluish white and cold side cheeks, causing a burning pain like a knife piercing the bone instantly.

He lowered his head, hugged Yan Jue tightly with his arms around him, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Yan Jue's eyes were a little blank.After shaking his head for a while, he asked, "Where are you going?"

Cong Zhen also jumped on the horse, pulled the process to avoid the back of the shoulder, and said: "Looking at the current momentum, we must try our best to avoid the eyes and ears of Zhufengmen. Why don't we continue south and walk towards the area around Guli town?" ?”

Xue Lan frowned and said, "Going to Guli Town?... Isn't that sending it to the wolf's mouth?"

Cong Zhen said: "Go early and go late, after all, Guli town still belongs to Mo Fuqiu's sphere of influence, and he Wen Pianhong is afraid that it will not be so easy if he wants to tear his face and run amok outside."

Xue Lan asked: "Brother Cong, are you waiting for the spring of the coming year, when the Lingtai One Sword Sect will elect a new leader?"

Nodding from the pillow: "Exactly."

After hesitating for a while, Xue Lan tilted her head and said to Yan: "What do you think, Master? To the north or to the south?"

Yan Jue didn't speak, his eyes were filled with ice-cold and pale snow.

Xue Lan stared at him intently.After a while, he no longer persisted in asking questions, but raised his leg and clamped the horse's belly, and said loudly:

"...Let's go, let's go to Guli Town first."