My Junior Still Hasn't Killed Me

The years of the two were spent in Changjin.

Gu Xuanyan didn't know when he rented a house, it wasn't big, but it was still quite secluded.Another simple and cheerful local cook was invited, and there was no one else.

In fact, according to the current cultivation level of taking care of Xuan Yan, it is not a problem not to eat without food, but he still eats with Zhong Yan every day.After breakfast, they drank tea and practiced swords. In the afternoon, the two of them got together to read some books about strange powers and gods on the market, or they didn't do anything, and lay down on a chair in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

The sun is warm in winter, and Zhong Yan usually can't help but fall asleep at this time.Sleeping until sunset, Gu Xuanyan woke him up, combed his messy hair, and led him to dinner.

Gu Xuanyan never mentioned Tong Ling's grand ceremony, and Zhong Yan couldn't help asking him twice, but he just said: "Don't worry." So Zhong Yan didn't mention it again.

Zhong Yan couldn't help sighing with the system: "If this continues, I will fall."

Early in the morning of New Year's Eve, Zhong Yan and Gu Xuanyan went to Qiwu Mountain.

Qiwu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the two of them landed on the top of the mountain with their swords, only to see the faint shadows of pavilions and buildings peeking out from the fog. This is the former home of Gu Xuanyan.

Because there was no one to take care of it, the wind and rain eroded the house, the house was already dilapidated, and the blood splattered all over that night had long since disappeared. Gu Xuanyan stood in front of the door, looking at the mansion in front of him, but he didn't go in for a long time.

He was dressed in white today, his hair was only tied up with cloth strips of the same color, and he appeared like a fairy in the clouds and mist all over the mountains. Zhong Yan looked at it for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve.

Gu Xuanyan came back to his senses, showing a slight smile: "It's been almost five years since I came back last time, and I'm actually a little timid."

Zhong Yan asked: "Did you come back five years ago?"

Gu Xuanyan nodded, with a calm tone: "At that time, I had the opportunity to go down the mountain, so I came back to clean up the bones for my parents and clansmen."

Zhong Yan was so distressed that he couldn't speak for a while, but Gu Xuanyan held his hand instead.

"Forget it, I won't go in, take my brother to meet my parents."

Gu Xuanyan buried his clansmen in the mountain behind Qiwu. There is no stele or inscription, only a dozen or so solitary graves standing quietly here.Gu Xuanyan weeded the weeds, and put a jug of wine in front of the grave, then kowtowed three times to the grave.

Maybe it was the same scene when Gu Xuanyan went back to the mountain to collect the bones.

Zhong Yan looked at the tomb, his voice tightened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.He just lifted his robe and knelt down, bowing his head respectfully.He silently said in his heart: Don't worry, everyone, from now on, Gu Xuanyan will not be alone.

Thinking about it this way, even the grand ceremonies and extermination of demons that have been worrying him all the time seem insignificant.He thought, what are you afraid of? Anyway, as long as two people are together, they dare to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt extremely at ease for some reason, and turned to look at Gu Xuanyan who was kneeling beside him.The other party seemed to have a feeling, and also looked at Zhong Yan, and said in a low voice: "My parents must like senior brother very much."

Zhong Yan asked: "Why?"

Gu Xuanyan smiled a little, "Because I like it."

Zhong Yan stopped asking, and held Gu Xuanyan back.

The New Year's Eve dinner in the evening was eaten in the main hall. Now that Zhong Yan's cultivation has improved, he is no longer so afraid of the cold, so he simply opened the hall door wide, so that he can have a panoramic view of the night in the courtyard.The cook prepared the meals for them and went home to celebrate the New Year. Before leaving, Gu Xuanyan gave her an extra penny for good luck.

So on New Year's Eve, only Gu Xuanyan and Zhong Yan were left in the entire courtyard.The food is very rich, and it is accompanied by a pot of sake unique to Changjin, called "Liuchun".

"This wine was brewed in the spring of that year, and it was opened on New Year's Eve, which means that it not only preserves the spring of that year, but also prays for a smooth and rainy spring in the coming year."

After Gu Xuanyan finished speaking, he didn't hear Zhong Yan's response for a long time.Looking up, he found that the other party's cheeks were slightly red, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.Seeing Gu Xuanyan looking at him, he said: "That's it."

Gu Xuanyan couldn't stop him in time, remembering that the person in front of him didn't drink well, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, and was about to grab the other person's wine glass to help him go back to rest, Zhong Yan turned his eyes to the hall door again, and said in a brisk tone: "It's snowing."

Gu Xuanyan turned his head to look, and it was really snowing.

The snow was not too heavy, and there was no wind, so it fell lightly in the courtyard without making any noise. In comparison, the light crackling of the lights in the hall was more obvious.

Gu Xuanyan looked away.

"Snow falls in Changjin on New Year's Eve every year. When my parents were both there, they were busy fighting demons and guarding the Tao all day long. They were only free on New Year's Eve. At that time, they would sit around the stove with me to enjoy the snow."

After finishing speaking, he said with a low smile: "I have been fighting demons all my life, but now my son has become a demon king. If they knew about it, they probably wouldn't recognize me."

Zhong Yan heard the words, and immediately retorted with Jiu Jin: "How could it be? If they see you now, they must be proud of you."

Zhong Yan also felt guilty when he said this, and hurriedly said: "What's more, you are now in command of the Northern Wilderness, and your power is supreme. Your cultivation base is already comparable to that of an immortal, and it is difficult to have a rival..." Zhong Yan propped his forehead, chattering with Gu Xuanyan Talking about the benefits of being a demon king directly betrayed his mission, but before he finished speaking, Gu Xuanyan laughed softly.

He said: "Senior brother has said so much, but didn't he mention the most important thing?"

Zhong Yan's head was a little dizzy, and when he heard this, he looked at Gu Xuanyan and blinked slowly.

"What's most important?"

Looking at Zhong Yan's appearance, Gu Xuanyan smiled directly into his eyes, and his tone was extremely gentle.

"All benefits are not as good as Senior Brother."

Normally, Zhong Yan would probably be blushing, but today with the blessing of wine, he also smiled, his eyes were as bright as stars under the flickering candlelight, and he asked, "How am I?"

Gu Xuanyan replied: "The best."

Zhong Yan sat on the table contentedly and fell asleep.

In the confusion before going to bed, he thought in a daze, this wine has much stamina than green plum wine, what is it called?Ah... Liuchun.

The spring day is too long, it is enough to just stay at this moment.

Zhong Yan and Gu Xuanyan lived in Changjin until Lichun.

At the beginning of spring, everything is revived, and in the Qingyan Mountain thousands of miles away, the old trees have drawn out their branches and leaves again, and the whole mountain is full of fresh green, full of vitality.

But the Qingyan meeting hall was very oppressive.

The usually empty inner hall is now full of people, Li Yue, the head of Lishan, stepped forward and said: "Master Li, today/you give me a good word, Gu Xuanyan and Qin Mingxi, those two little beasts, do you care about them?" do not care?"

This was said so bluntly that everyone in the hall frowned.

It stands to reason that there are Bukong Temple presiding over Master Wuwu, there are three clans of Qingniao, Xuanwu, and Baihu from the demon cultivator world, and even Taoist cultivators, as well as the elders of Qibi, Qingyan, and Hengyun, all of which are famous sects.An unknown sect in Lishan, it was not their turn to interrupt easily.

But because Gu Xuanyan hurt their people, Li Yue became confident when he spoke with a sufferer.Li Xunji glanced at him, but still replied: "Qin Mingxi and Gu Xuanyan have been expelled from the sect, what they did, life, death, honor and disgrace have nothing to do with our sect."

"Master Li, you can't say that." Li Yue sneered and said, "No one knows that you, Qingyan, have taught a Demon Lord from the Northern Wilderness, who will abolish people's cultivation base with a few words, and even stole the Buddhist relics .Although he has already left the school, but Qingyan can hardly absolve himself of the blame."

Standing behind the patriarch, Tong Ling poked his head out when he heard the words, and said angrily: "Nonsense! It's obvious that you wanted to kill Qin Mingxi first, and after losing, you still turned black and white!"

Li Yue couldn't hold back anymore, and said angrily: "Where did such an impolite woman come from, dare to interrupt the elder's speech at will!"

Before he finished speaking, he was coldly glanced at by the head of the Qingniao clan, and swallowed the rest of the words, not daring to look at Tong Ling again, and turned to Master Wu: "Master, our Lishan Xiaomen Xiaomeng Pai didn't dare to say anything even though he was wronged, but there must be an explanation for the theft of the relics of the eminent monks in your courtyard."

Master Zhiwu chanted the Buddha's name and said softly: "Benefactor Li is serious. Everything in the world is just a word of courtesy. If there is politeness to say, even pawns and beggars who are wronged can also be said."

After speaking, he stood up and bowed to everyone.

"The relics of this temple were accidentally lost. Although there is a demonic energy in the tower mound, I dare not say that it must have been done by Gu Shizhu. But as a demon, Gu Shizhu must have understood something, so I would like to ask everyone to go to the Beihuang asked clearly."

These words were courteous, neither humble nor overbearing, and the whole hall fell silent again for a while, even Tong Ling wanted to say "don't go" regardless, but was stopped by the patriarch's stare.

In the silence, there was a low voice.

"Then go."

The voice came from the door, and everyone looked up. Ji Changyun was leaning against the door with his sword in his arms. Since the last ice field, he has entered the late stage of Hinayana. Even if he only stands in the outermost position, it is difficult for people to ignore his presence.

He looked at the fresh green outside the door, and his tone was calm.

"Then let's go, to the Northern Wilderness."