refuse to be a teacher

It is often said that soul art flourished in the Northwest region, and long before Zhu Fengmen was founded, there was a set of forbidden art for evil currents that was specially used to capture souls—named the Soul Sent Curse.

Going against fate, changing life and death, eliminating human calamity, and sending souls back.

Yan Jue's parents passed away when he was young, just as his family was ruined, so he often placed too much value on life and death.

The first time he formally invoked his cultivation base to cast the soul-sending curse was to retain his most respected and beloved teacher in the past.

But it is a pity that he failed to save Qin Huan's life, leaving only a ray of ghost with incomplete memory, imprisoned in the Changxing residence for endless years.

And the second time, when he was 17 years old, he saved the little apprentice he had been thinking of without hesitation.

Fortunately, this time, the tenacious and amazing vitality of the living sword tribe did not disappoint Yan Jue again.

Xue Lan gradually formed a flesh and blood entity from the strands of unconscious remnant souls, and at the same time, Yan Jue also continued to fall into the abyss of eternal doom at the corresponding recovery speed.

In the beginning, it was only in the battle of Xixin Valley that his hair turned white instantly.Later, even the law of growth was greatly different from that of ordinary people.

He has a handsome appearance and a slender body. For more than ten years, he still maintains the youthful and handsome appearance he first appeared in front of people.

Everyone thinks that he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.His face has not faded so far, which is the proof of his practice of forbidden art to protect the body.

But who would have guessed that the monstrous figure whom everyone in the world fears, loathes, and avoids like snakes and scorpions is only in the most common and uncommon age of thirties.

Forbidden technique added to his body, forcing him to keep his appearance for many years.Even so, it was his few remaining lives that were constantly being eroded and lost over the years.

Now that his cultivation base has dissipated, his internal strength is completely depleted, and the status quo maintained by the soul-sending curse for a long time also collapses in an instant, and he is completely defeated.

Lian Yan chose to abandon him at the last moment of dying, the forbidden body protection technique that he relied on for survival in the past.

——But he finally returned to his original appearance during the long torment of black and white.

The frost-stained silver thread is soaked in the ink base, like melting ice and snow, and instantly turns into endless blackness.

Xue Lan just stared at him intently because she lowered her eyelashes.

Watching him, inch by inch in his arms, slowly and quietly, unloading the heavy burden that had been placed on him by the Soul Sent Curse for nearly ten years.

Looking at him, the beautiful but pale face was silently engraved with the vicissitudes of age.

It was only now that Xue Lanyin saw in a real sense that Yan Jue would look like this after all the cold and sharp disguises of the past had been removed.

He was only in his thirties.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the immortal and ferocious monster lost a layer of cover deliberately created by the forbidden technique, and became more angular and gentle.

"Your master is not old."

"The age is also much younger than I imagined..."

"Well, I always thought that he would really be a... monster."

The wild firewood in the suburbs is like the sharp cold in the air.The hot air, which has been piled high and can't be stifled, is transpiring around the sky, very cold and stubborn.

Because Xue Lan insisted on refusing to move, Yun Zhehuan rushed behind him to persuade him countless times, and finally forced him to stop, but no matter what, he was unwilling to go anywhere else.

He bullied Yan like a piece of fragile porcelain, afraid that if he took one more step outside, he would be scattered all over the ground without a sound, completely away from people.

But Yun Zhehuan is a real person after all.The three of them lit a fire and sat down in the dead forest. She was shivering with cold, and Xue Lan, who was beside her, didn't realize it, and continued to embrace her master like a deaf person, shouting frequently The protest fell on deaf ears.

"Hey, I'm cold, why don't you find an inn to stay?"

"Yan Jue is also cold. It's winter, you take him to eat and sleep in the open, how much breath will you have left in the morning?"

"Hey...Xue Lanyin!"

She was talking to herself alone, and in the end, she didn't expect him to have the patience to listen.It wasn't until the word "Yan Jue" was mentioned intentionally or unintentionally on the lips that Xue Lan woke up as if being shocked by electricity, and consciously reached out to explore Yan Jue's soft lapel. After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. He said to her: "...he is not cold, he is almost sweating."

"you……"

He waved his hand, and then interrupted her in a low voice: "Not to mention that the master's injury is unknown...it's getting late now, if you want to stay in a hotel, there are too many people, if you let others pay attention to you Look, a few legs are not enough to run."

What he said made sense, but she always felt uncomfortable hearing it.

No matter how cautious a person is, his body is not a steel plate made of pig iron.Entering the endless cold nights of winter, the water and soil in the southern region are piercingly cold. She Yun Zhehuan is now alone and has no one to rely on. The two masters and apprentices on the opposite side are enough to keep warm by embracing each other. Sitting and staring at each other like this, I felt even more indescribably embarrassed and anxious.

Sometimes, she even hoped that Yan Jue would die just like this, and it would be considered a one-and-done death—at least she wanted to keep out of sight and out of mind.

In reality, however, things often don't go as expected.

I don't know if it was because Xue Lan was so good at taking care of her, or because Yan Jue was so lucky—in the middle of the night, he seemed to be struggling to catch his breath, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, which was miraculous regained consciousness.

It has to be said that because Xue Lan took care of Yan Hao, she really put her whole heart on him.

When Yan Jue first woke up, Yun Zhehuan was too exhausted to open his eyes, he could only vaguely hear movement around him, and when he tilted his head slightly, it was Xue Lanyin who cautiously went up to give him water.

At that time, the wood ash from the firewood was piled high, and the clear water in the water bag was warmed by Xue Lan because of trying her best to put it on the shelf.Yan Jue frowned, and repeatedly choked out countless times. Finally, the dried clothes were wet. Xue Lanyin didn't mind it, so she just hugged him and nestled by the fire, keeping him warm while feeding him. water.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Fu clasped his wrists again to send internal strength to Yan Jue.Yun Zhehuan was really upset looking at him, he was suffering from the freezing cold at the moment, and it was inevitable that there would be a series of sparks in his mind, but Yan Jue squinted his eyes and shouted in a daze: "……hot."

Because Xue Lan had to wrap another coat around him, she said softly, "Wear more, it's cold outside."

With just such a sentence, Yun Zhe was overjoyed.As soon as he stretched out his hand, the dead wood branches were scattered on the ground, and he turned around and walked into the depths of the forest.

Xue Lan returned to her senses in a hurry, and asked her inadvertently, "Miss Yun, it's so late, what are you doing alone?"

"I'm cold!" Yun Zhehuan gritted his teeth, "...I'll go get some firewood myself, okay?"

Because Xue Lan was in a mess, she was a little negligent for a while, and when she realized it, she wanted to say yes, you can make more.But before he could open his mouth, the person had already walked away with big strides, and he couldn't scream no matter how much he yelled.It happened that Yan Jue in his arms was fully awake after struggling, his throat was a little hoarse after choking on the water, and he was clearly still mushy, so he opened his throat and asked him: "... What time is it? Did you come back?"

"It's all like this, but you still think about others."

Xue Lanyin sighed and straightened the wrinkled skirts one by one for him.When his eyes moved up slightly, he caught a glimpse of the silver hair that had turned into black hair. He felt sad and wanted to reach out his hand to cover him, but before he could raise his knuckles, his head fell into his eyes. They looked at each other for a while, and soon understood, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

The expulsion of the soul-sending spell means that the number of people practicing the spell is fixed, and death is only a matter of time.Both the master and the apprentice knew it well, but one was still holding on to it, and the other was reluctant to believe it. After a long time, some words became not so easy to say.

After a while of silence, it was rare for Yan Jue to take the initiative. Without hesitating for a while, he moved his lips, trying to say something, but Xue Lan lowered his head and blocked his mouth in an instant.

He kissed deeply, and the tip of his tongue still had a bit of bloody sweetness on it intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Jue panicked, afraid that it would not be good for a girl named Yun Zhehuan to look at her, but when she turned her eyes, how could she still be seen?Immediately, he was so horrified that he pushed him away, and said anxiously: "...Where is Yun Zhehuan?"

"Didn't you see it just now?" Xue Lan said meaninglessly, "She went to collect firewood..."

"You bastard...are you stupid?!" Yan Jue turned pale, and interrupted him instantly, "Hurry up and find her, don't let her go somewhere else alone!"

After all, he tried his best to straighten his waist.Xue Lan was flustered, and hurried forward to hold him gently: "What, what's the matter...? Picking up firewood can help you, don't move around!"

"She wears the Jielong Seal on her body, what do you think she can have?" Yan Jue was in a hurry, grabbing Ya Ling's scabbard and wanted to hit him on the head, but he didn't have much strength in his hands, and the hit was neither light nor heavy, like scratching it.

Fearing that he would not be able to breathe again, Xue Lan hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked on his acupuncture points directly, took advantage of the situation, grabbed him in his arms, hugged him, and said straight: "You are still making trouble, I will go over Just find her, can you listen to me?"

Yan Jue put him in his arms, unable to move for a while: "You..."

Because Xue Lan was not lacking in strength, she turned around and went back to extinguish the fire, then took her master and walked in the direction Yun Zhehuan left just now.

The soil and trees in the southern region are humid, especially at night, when the dew during the day is all covered with hoarfrost, wrapping around the branches and branches of dead wood, it becomes an extreme cold that soaks into the lungs.

It's true that people would think it's cold, but it's only early winter, and it's not a bad idea to sleep in the wild with a fire. Besides, the situation is pressing now, and living in a hotel with people coming and going will easily become a burden. The two old men are used to it, but Yun Zhehuan is a little girl who is naturally delicate, and it is inevitable that she will complain easily. At this time, she is walking alone in the desolate dead wood forest, and her body is covered with the choking smell of burning sticks. , I just found it unbearable. In addition, there was a pair of shameless master and apprentice sitting across from each other earlier. The atmosphere was strangely embarrassing. She couldn't hold it in, and couldn't swear. She thought for a long time, and finally had to withdraw by herself. Thinking about returning from the pillow in the morning, I will bring an exciting piece of good news along the way. Once I enter the long-term residence, I will feel at ease for no reason.

She walked around the forest boredly, holding the dead branches she picked up in the palm of her hand, clutching them, and not long after, most of them fell with the moving steps, so she kept picking and throwing, throwing and picking, and going back and forth. Not much.

She always thought she didn't have to.If Jielong Seal hadn't been forced on her back then, it probably wouldn't have caused her to run around like this.

But in the final analysis, if she hadn't been poisoned before, the position of patriarch would definitely fall on her head.

Not necessarily.

She knew it very well.From the pillow's very existence to her, there was not a single day that wasn't a huge threat.But... She is dependent on him, and she is too dependent, always thinking that with him by her side, everything can be easily solved.

She was very aggrieved as the little patriarch, aggrieved and incompetent.

She could even think that if she ended up dying in a foreign country...who would pass on the position of patriarch.

As long as old patriarch Yun accepts Congzhen as his adopted son...

She shook her head. Such a result might be the best for the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory. After all, sticking to the old rules and pushing her to the top position was not what all the elders wanted.

Suddenly thinking of this point, she couldn't help shivering.In the end, I hugged the piles of dead branches in my arms, and continued to step forward step by step on the way back.

However, halfway through, for some reason, there was a faint coolness behind him.

She turned her head slightly, at first she just thought it was the cold weather and the body should react, until a long and vague human voice sounded from behind for no reason, she began to realize that things had completely exceeded her imagination.

In the darkness, someone whispered:

"...Do you want to survive, Yun Zhehuan?"