refuse to be a teacher

gone...

Yan Jue suddenly felt a "boom", and some emotions exploded from his chest.

Regardless of the moment, he pushed everyone away, stumbled towards the opposite room, pushed the door hard and looked inside, his heart was instantly chilled——

The empty and damp room was originally used to house that very precious coffin without piles of other things.Ever since Yan Jue decided to bring Xue Lanyin back to the ancient city of Fangshan, he would come and sit by the coffin almost every day, and would say a few words from time to time.

But now, in the blink of an eye, no one in the courtyard noticed any strange movement, such a large object like the coffin disappeared out of thin air under the eyes of people.

"I... I thought it was so cold, so I took Miss Yunqiao to sit in the other room." Cheng Bi couldn't finish his sentence, and looked like he was about to cry, "But after lighting the charcoal basin When I came out, I found that the door of this room was half open... There was no sound at all, and the coffin disappeared as soon as it said it was gone."

Yan Jue's face was pale, and he stood there almost frozen. After a long time, he couldn't even utter a word.

At this time, Yun Qiao and Yun Pan also followed shyly, staring at Yan Hao's appearance, they also stood behind and did not dare to say a word.

"...How long has it been since I haven't seen you?"

Yan Jue forced himself to calm down, looked up and looked outside the door, the residual snow piled up in the courtyard was nearly half a foot deep, but the ground was flat and smooth, and there was no trace of doubt.

"It's only half a stick of incense left and right." Cheng Bi frowned, "I really didn't hear any noise, the courtyard has been deadly quiet."

Yan Jue slightly shifted his gaze, and turned his head to look at the window on the wall where the light leaked.But after a while, he suddenly seemed to understand something, turned around abruptly, walked out of the house again, pushed open the courtyard door with one hand, pulled out the black horse parked in the thatched shed, turned over and sat on it, without any explanation, He raised his whip and said, "Drive!"

Cheng Bi rushed out from the back room just now, and when he saw Yan Jue's posture, he was so frightened that his soul flew away: "Uncle! Where are you going?!"

Yan Jue reined in the reins, and his thin back became thinner and thinner in the cold wind: "Look for a coffin."

"Farewell, Master Uncle, you... just wait, wait!" Cheng Bi raised his neck and shouted anxiously, "Master will be back in a while, let him go and look for it with you, and I will take care of you on the way!"

But no matter how he tried to persuade him later, Yan Jue's face was cold and hard, and he couldn't listen to people's words at all. Later, he simply ignored people and swung his whip again, ruthlessly and accurately on the ass/ass, but listen to the black horse He raised his head and let out a long hiss, which scared the two girls in the courtyard into screams.

Cheng Bi was also horrified, seeing the four powerful horseshoes in front of him kicking continuously in the snow, and after a while, they ran away with Yan Jue, blurred and disappeared.

Yun Pan and Yun Qiao looked at each other in confusion, and after a while, Cheng Bi yelled again, and with a mournful face, he pushed himself up to the fence of the courtyard gate, and said with red eyes, "It's over...it's all over, Uncle Master is going to have an accident..."

"--This is how to do ah!"

At the same time, it was evening, the setting sun was like blood, and night was approaching.

Yan Jue desperately grabbed the rein in his hand, and rode the horse galloping almost without stopping.But at the moment, he couldn't hold his breath and stopped, and then looked back at the overwhelming tree shadows and snow, and suddenly felt a little uncontrollable confusion and puzzlement.

If he guessed correctly, the person must have walked towards the window.Even if the bastard who stole the coffin intentionally didn't make any noise, the two traces left by the wooden side of the coffin on the snow stains on the window sill are absolutely impossible to fake.

Generally speaking, there are two big exits in the room, one door and one window - if he wants to escape through the door, he will disturb the extremely narrow fence outside the courtyard on the way, and the risk is self-evident.

And if he jumped out of the window and left, he would indeed be able to achieve a person's perspective, taking advantage of the situation to hide his whereabouts without being noticed.It's just that the intersection behind the window is extremely limited, and it may be difficult to rush out with a huge coffin.

So Yan Jue thought of this at the time, so he got on his horse and chased him out without hesitation.However, he ran along the same road for a distance of about ten miles, and then went straight forward a little bit. When he reached the main road, he had to go to the city instead of the town. At that time, the directions that could be passed were mixed, and it was impossible to guess accurately at all. .

Yan Jue heaved a sigh of relief intermittently, only to feel that his chest was very tight and uncomfortable. It must be that the broken bone had not healed, and he felt a faint sharp pain again.

But at this juncture, any pain is more important than Xue Lanyin's coffin.He stretched out his hands to support the horse's back, and hurriedly descended into the snow, his feet were soaked in the cold and stinging, and he just continued to move forward with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

He no longer has the courage...to face the loss again.

If it is said that 17 years ago, he was young and vigorous, and he still had endless cultivation to practice the soul-removing curse, so as to save Xue Lan's life from his premature death--then now, he has nothing left, his body It was so bad that even if he risked his life later, he couldn't take back the apprentice who died tragically before his eyes.

Yan Jue had nothing else to ask for, his heart had long since withered, and there was no longer any hope of surviving.

He thought that at least when he was dying, he would bring his apprentice's remains with him, and the two of them would be buried together in the first Liashui Bamboo Forest together with peace of mind, and they would never be separated. .

But at this time, even the coffin was gone.

In the end, Yan Jue tasted something more terrifying than despair amidst the heavy blows again and again.

He didn't have the ability to reach the sky, without the support of his cultivation base, he was just a weak and incompetent ordinary person.

Unable to cast spells or use teleportation, he could only reach out and lean on the side of the tree, step by step, trying to find any suspicious traces in the snow.

However, no.

Yan Jue basically looked back and forth for all the directions he could find in the surrounding area.

Not to mention the track that dragging the coffin must leave-even a horseshoe, or a kind of intermittent car track, has never been seen.

This time Yan Jue was really depressed.He looked sideways at the unmelted ice and snow on the road, and suddenly felt that every step he took was extremely difficult.

Whether you move forward or retreat, there will be no one around you, and you will be with him until you grow old and die.

Yan Jue closed his eyes and leaned his back against the jagged tree shadow behind him.He was too tired to walk, so he wanted to squat down, or simply lie on the ground, and let the snowstorm completely bury him that night.

And just when he was about to fall into a coma - the sound of snow grinding against each other rustled in his ears, and someone slowly stretched out a hand in front of him.

The five fingers with well-articulated joints spread silently under his jaw, and the scorching temperature slowly burned to the throat, as if to push him from the bone-chilling ice and snow to the endless abyss of fire.

Yan Jue opened his eyes slightly, just in time to meet a sharp gaze like a falcon.

The man was facing him, Yoyo raised his arms and stretched his five fingers as far as possible.Looking at it from another angle, Wuwu really seemed to be showing mercy, and wanted to give a warm helping hand to the confused and weak poor man next to the tree.

But that's not the case.

Yan Jue's eyes were suddenly cold, and in the blink of an eye when his knuckles were about to touch his neck, he flew back, then pulled away the wooden sword hanging from his waist, and with a wave of his arms, he hit the comer's throat ready to move.

Perhaps that person did not expect that a patient who was so weak could be so vicious to such an unbelievable degree.

For a while, I just felt that it was funny and funny, so I really laughed without any scruples.

So in the silence all over the sky, he was the only one to hear his loud laughter, resounding unscrupulously in the dusk when the curtain ended.

After staying for a while, he was finally tired from laughing. He raised his eyes and looked at the man who was still struggling to support himself in the cold wind and snow.

All that was left in his hand was an ordinary wooden sword that was easy to break, and clothes that were so thin that they would run away in the wind.

……Pitiful.

So pitiful.

"I originally guessed that Mr. Yan is such a smart person, how could he insist on walking alone when he knows the danger ahead." He said with a smile, "...It was only later that I found out that I think too highly of you .”

Surrounded by twilight, the shadows of the trees whirling, and the cold snow reflected on the sharp side face from the pillow, it seemed to light up a ferocious and ferocious blade invisible.

"Yan Hao, you can't even see such an obvious trap... Are you afraid that you have been sick recently and your brain has burned out?"

Yan Jue didn't give him too many answers, he just stood still behind the tree trunk, holding the sword in one hand, and said in a cold voice: "... Where is Xue Xiaomao?"

"I asked you to come out, not to reunite your master and apprentice."

He raised his hand from the pillow and patted his waist lightly, and a dagger flew out in response, and happened to fall into his palm.

"At Lingtai Mountain that day, you still hid some words, but you didn't say them all the time." Cong Zhen said, "I will give you this opportunity now, to finish what you want to say, what you should say... at once."

Yan Jue seemed to have never heard of it, he just stared at him blankly and said, "Where is my apprentice?"

Laughed from the pillow.For some reason, the man in front of him, with a decadent look close to death, always made him feel sad and funny from the bottom of his heart.

Like a beggar with nothing on the side of the road, he could at least drink a bowl of clear water to satisfy his stomach—but now, he doesn't even have a bowl.

"Yan Hao, don't pretend to be stupid." Cong Zhenwu said sarcastically, "You clearly know everything in your heart."

Yan Jue didn't speak, and remained silent from the beginning to the end.

"Jielong is imprinted in my hands, and your apprentice's remnant bones are also in my hands." Cong Zhen intertwined his hands, casually playing with the dagger in his palm, pointing the edge at Yan Jue's heart veins through the air, Silently make a "scratch" movement.

Then he laughed again, full of contempt and disdain: "Everyone is here, what else do you have to hide?"

"It's a big deal to unlock the Jielong Seal in the end, and you and I will share the results equally? At that time, you will look for the real work and find a living sword clansman who is not too different from Xue Lanyin..."

"Anyway, they are all men, who do you spend your whole life with in the end, and how much difference can there be...?"

As soon as the words fell, a sudden gust of sword wind brushed past his face.

Congzhen immediately turned his head to one side, but he didn't want to, the sword stabbed so fiercely, almost recklessly slashed upwards, almost cutting half of his side face wide open.

However, the wooden sword is a wooden sword after all, even if the force used is surprisingly great, the damage caused by the swing is nothing more than pebbles hitting rocks, which is nothing more than self-restraint.

Then retreated a few steps from the pillow, narrowly avoiding the swift and violent attack of the wooden sword flying obliquely like the wind.But Yan Jue didn't give in, and brushed sideways against the shadows of the trees all over the sky, and pointed the sword in his hand directly at the smiling face from the pillow.

Cong Zhen was in a very good mood, so naturally he was not in a hurry to fight back: "...it's come to this point, why are you still so stubborn?"

Yan bullied him without answering, but returned him with a sneer.Then the wooden sword was raised high again, and it was about to hit the man's defenseless face.

He was shrewd and cunning from the bottom to the bottom, and at this moment, he was caught off guard and slapped out with a palm piercing the air—unbiased, breaking the wooden sword in Yan Jue's hand up to his waist, and the crisp sound could not match this living sword. The clansmen attacked violently like wolves and tigers.

Cong Pillow looked calm, but the dagger in his hand was radiant with coldness, and he couldn't wait to devour the blood rolling on the living body.

"Last chance, Yan Hao." His voice was cold, with a hint of persecution in his tone, "I don't want to waste time with you here."

After finishing speaking, he fished forward with one hand, and before Yan Jue could react, he had already screwed the man's pale and thin neck tightly.

"Tell me, what did you hide from me that day...?"

Asked again, but got no answer for a long time.Yan Jue's face was dry and cold, and his eyes were even more hollow, and there was no trace of the aura that a living person should have left.

—He just wanted to die.

It can be seen from the pillow that if a person wants to survive, he should not have such a flat expression that is not afraid of life and death.

He just wanted to get back the remains of his apprentice, no matter how upside down the days to come, he would always be buried in the ground with his beloved one.

Of course, Cong Pillow will not let Yan Jue get his wish.

He slowly let go of the power behind Yan Yao's neck, deliberately moved down, and then clutched his unstained clothes: "Forget it, if you don't say it...it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"Anyway, the coffin is in my hands, and what you want to do with it later has nothing to do with you."

Yan Jue's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked straight at the bottomless dark pupils of his pillow.

After a long while, he suddenly changed his expression, looked up at the place not far behind the pillow, and said with a little surprise: "...Yi Shangxian?"

As soon as these words came out, it was as if he was facing a formidable enemy from the pillow. Fang turned his head and glanced at the direction where Yan Juding was staring, but saw the surrounding area covered in mottled snow, where could there be any shadow of Yi Shangxian?

And the moment he let go of his hands and turned his head, Yan Jue suddenly raised his hand and slashed at the man's twisted neck with a knife.

Turning around from the pillow in an instant, it was too late to react.Yan Jue had nearly ten minutes of strength in his palms, and he slapped the neck that was forced to turn from the pillow almost without reservation. After a while, he heard a buzzing sound in his ears, and his expression was ferocious just now, as if he was so arrogant and vicious The man was slapped face down by Yan Jue's slap, and almost fell into the thick snow under his feet.

No matter how calm he was from the pillow, his face was flushed red by the sudden blow at this moment, and he couldn't bear the anger and said: "...you still have the strength to deceive me?"

Yan Jue's eyes turned cold, and he stepped back a few steps in response to the sound, and after trying to get his body back to a steady stand, Fang faintly mocked: "Why, you are only allowed to bluff and deceive, and anyone else will fight back... Shouldn't it be?"