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The dark clouds all over the sky were dark and heavy, the sun was shining brightly one second, and then it was dark the next second, faint thunder came from afar, and then, soybean-sized raindrops fell with thunderbolts, and the thunder became more and more intense. Bigger, accompanied by bursts of lightning.

After the palace was stolen, the president strengthened the defenses of various places. Although the thunder and rain were unpredictable, the guarding soldiers still stood firm.

Raindrops fell from the sky and splashed on people's trouser legs. The cold wind blew in with cold air, causing goosebumps all over the body, and the sound of breathing sounded at the same time. The guards looked at each other, adjusted their status, and carefully monitored the surroundings.

When the cold wind blew, a black shadow quickly passed behind them and entered the president's bedroom without a sound.

Yi Xiu left for a few hours, and the bedroom was very deserted, with a faint herbal fragrance in the air.

Feilaer didn't stay long and directly opened the secret room and walked in. Walking through the dark corridor, candlelight appeared in front of his eyes, he pushed the door and entered, and two rows of neatly drawn ones surrounded the secret room. There were nearly a hundred paintings hanging on the wall. A portrait of a person, with a black wooden coffin placed in the center.

The secret room was very large, except for the coffin, there was only a low table on the ground, and candles were lit all around, but there was not much warmth.

Feilaer stood in front of the door, his deep and indifferent eyes swept across the secret room, his thin lips were pursed lightly, a faint white light floated in his hand, and the faint sound of electric current came from his ears. A1 invaded the palace system and wiped out all his traces. eliminate.

Feilaer took a step forward, the sound of heavy footsteps was exceptionally clear in the quiet and empty secret room, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed, the streamer flashed, the cold smoke floating between Feilaer's fingers dissipated, and his complexion also changed a bit point.

He slightly closed his eyes, opened his slender fingers slightly, and stretched out his mental power to explore outwards. At first, his chest was empty, and he couldn't use any mental power. Even A1's voice was intermittent, and finally disappeared in bursts. electromagnetic sound.

Feilaer looked back and immediately noticed something strange.

Walking in that dark long corridor, the atmosphere is tight, and there are tiny light spots flickering on the top of the wall. As long as he takes a step back, he will be divided into countless small stones in an instant.

This is a road with no back and forth.

It was also a big gift prepared by Yixiu for him.

There is no embassy meeting, no going out and never returning, and no openings. Their so-called clues are just bait given by the other party.

At this time, he may be watching him somewhere, waiting for more prey to fall into the net.

In the blink of an eye, my mind turned a thousand times.

Feilaer's expression remained unchanged, he restrained his mind, and walked slowly into the secret room.

On the four walls, the smiling people in the painting seem to be looking at him, with countless pairs of eyes, across the long river of history, peeping into everything.

Feilaer walked to the central coffin, a familiar feeling came from his heart, he slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked the black wooden coffin with his fingers.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and then, a sword light slammed towards him. Feral's eyes narrowed, and he sideways dodged the sword light, but the long sword kept chasing after him, and flew back after being dodged. Come over, with a sharp sword aura.

This sword was obviously the Ningshuang sword that belonged to Zi Che'an after following Feilaer for many years.

The Ningshuang sword was alive, hovering in the air, the sword body trembled, as if crying, and the next moment, it attacked him fiercely.

Although Feilaer couldn't use his mental power, his body skills were not affected. He perfectly escaped the attack of the Ningshuang sword, and held the hilt of the sword at the moment when the Ningshuang sword struck. The sword trembled violently in his hand. There were bursts of buzzing sounds, and Feral held the hilt of the sword tightly, suppressing its restlessness.

After a while, the Ningshuang sword gradually calmed down and stayed quietly in his hand.

Feral was about to check the Ningshuang Sword, when suddenly there were two footsteps behind him, one light and one heavy, and there were a few whispers from time to time, the voice was soft and the end was light, his movements stopped, and there was a rare trace of Dazed, fingers trembling slightly, he said hoarsely: "Stop..."

On the long corridor, Gun Gun heard Fei Laer's voice, his eyes lit up immediately, he grinned, and trotted up happily. He stood in front of the door and was about to rush forward, but saw Fei Laer's expression was a little strange, and he couldn't help but He stopped, tilted his head, and said softly, "Hui Lai Er?"

"So many candles."

Lori came out from behind Rolling, saw the candle in front of him, whistled, looked around curiously, saw a small button next to it, curiously leaned over it, and said, "What is this?"

As he said, he raised his hand and was about to press it down.

Feilaer's expression changed, and he said sharply: "Don't move!"

Lori blinked, turned his head to look at him, grinned innocently, and said, "Press it."

In an instant, countless bullets were fired from all directions, and their trajectory was precisely aimed at the positions of the two, with a speed that was too fast to react.

Gun Gun stood at the door, staring blankly at Ferrar whose expression had changed drastically, blinked blankly, and the gust of wind flashed by his side, and then, his body was pulled into his arms to protect him tightly, and there was a huge bang bang bang. The sound came from behind.

Gun Gun tried his best to raise his head from Feilaer's arms, his body was held tightly, he couldn't move at all, he hummed in pain, his brows were tightly frowned, "Hui Laer, I can't move anymore..."

Fei Laer did not let go of him, but hugged him even harder, his body trembling slightly, breathing heavily.

Although Gun Gun was uncomfortable, he still obediently let him hold him. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly, and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Ferrar let him go, looked at the holed door and front behind him, and looked coldly at Lori beside him.

Lori smiled brightly, shrugged, and said, "Isn't it all right? Why are you so nervous?"

Gun Gun also looked back at the wooden door that was riddled with holes, swallowed in fear, and hid behind Feral, just in time to see the sachet that fell on the ground from the corner of his eye, and squatted down. to pick it up.

Before he touched the sachet, a faint light suddenly appeared around the sachet, the aura surged, and a slit appeared on the sachet, and green streamers slowly rose from the slit, flowing upwards along the rolling fingertips Spreading, and finally covering his whole body, the green streamer seemed to be very close to him, dancing around him intimately.

Gun Gun happily opened his hand, and a little green light fell on his palm. It was warm. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and held the streamer in front of Ferrar. Looking at him with shining eyes, he said happily: "Grey hot... this is rolling..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight forward.

Feilaer was startled, quickly caught him, sat down against the wall, with a faint green light on Rolling's body, his brows were stretched, his breathing was steady, and he actually fell asleep.

The green streamer gently wrapped around Feilaer's fingertips, and some pictures appeared in the green light.

*****

The cold raindrops fell on his body, and he slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was not a secret room, but a forest. He looked around, but he couldn't find Ferrar's figure. walking in the forest.

There was a faint sound of quarreling ahead, and Gun Gun blinked his eyes in confusion, and stepped up.

On the edge of the forest is a cliff, more than a dozen cultivators dressed in Taoist robes of different sects fought with a man and a woman. The man and woman were injured and gradually lost the wind. Finally, they were pierced through the heart and fell into the under the cliff.

A Taoist holding Fuchen looked at the unfathomable cliff ahead, shook his head slightly, and said: "The two of them are also decent disciples of the aristocratic family. It is really unbearable to end up with this result."

"Daoist Lianfeng's words are wrong. They were born in the sect. They were taught to subdue demons and eliminate demons and be righteous since childhood. In the end, both of them fell into demons, causing harm to the world and killing their colleagues. Death is not a pity!" The bearded man said coldly.

Taoist Lianfeng and Wen Zhuo couple were old acquaintances, sighed, turned and left.

A man and a woman who died were named Wen Zhuo and Dai Wanrong. They were a couple. They were direct descendants of the Wen family, a powerful sect. They rebelled against the Wen family a few years ago and practiced evil ways. Dead without a whole body.

Rolling looked at the crowd in bewilderment, and there was a sobbing sound from the side. He heard the sound curiously, and saw a five or six-year-old boy squatting there behind the rocks, curled up, trembling uncontrollably, his face Full of tears, although very immature, but you can still tell that this person is Wen Lanqing.

Wen Lanqing is the son of Wen Zhuo and his wife, named "his filial friend Chunshen, standing upright and solid, with jade inside, and appearance Lanqing." 'It means that Wen Zhuo is the younger brother of Wen Fan, the head of the Wen family of the sect. After the siege on the cliff, Wen Fan took him back to the Wen family because of his blood relationship.

And because of the relationship between his parents, Wen Lanqing's life in Wen's residence was not easy. Wen Fan wanted to avoid suspicion, and basically didn't ask about him.

The mother of the Wen family had a personal enmity with Dai Wanrong, and she was not used to Wen Lanqing, and never gave him a good face. On the grounds of the son of the demon cultivator, Wen Lanqing was forbidden to practice, and she was confined in a small courtyard, no different from a handyman.

Wen Lanqing inherited Dai Wanrong's good looks. Although she is thin and small, she has delicate features, fat skin, red lips, amorous brows and eyes, and a smooth appearance.

Wen Lanqing was unwilling to be looked down upon by others all her life, and fell behind. She collected a lot of cultivation methods in private, pondered on her own, and stumbled into the way of cultivating immortals by mistake.

Wen Fan has an only son named Wen She, who is a few years older than Wen Lanqing, with excellent bones, and a good seed for cultivating immortals.

Growing up held in the palm of the Wen family's mistress, Wen She is the young master Pianpianzhuo, a representative of the family's children, but the queen is very bad, especially likes to provoke Wen Lanqing and covets his body.

Wen Lanqing saw this point, and often hung him up, obtained a lot of cultivation methods of the Wen family's own clan from Wen She, and secretly improved his cultivation.

In order to portray her kind and tolerant image, Mistress Wen called Wen Lanqing the second young master of the Wen family, but she never took him out. Only once, Wen She refused to separate from Wen Lanqing and pestered Mistress Wen to take him out together, It was then that Wen Lanqing met Zi Che'an for the first time.

At that time, Zi Che An had not yet left the sect. He was the eldest disciple of the sect master of the first sect in the cultivation world.

During the autumn hunting, he was the pride of heaven, the center of the crowd, Wen Lanqing stood behind the crowd, looking up at him, Zi Che'an happened to look up, met his eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked away, laughing with others.

Wen Lan stood quietly on the spot, looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator high up, and never moved away for a long time.

From then on, Wen Lanqing knew that the eldest disciple of Xianzong was named Zi Che'an, but Zi Che'an didn't know who Wen Lanqing was.

The second time the two met was a few years later, Zi Che'an had already left the sect and lived alone on Beiqi Mountain.

Wen She had thought of Wen Lanqing for many years, and saw that he was getting more and more dusty, with a moon-like face, and his heart itched unbearably, so he took someone out hunting with an excuse, hoping to possess him.

Wen Lanqing has endured for many years, and she hates Wen She even more. When he was emotional, he cut his things. Wen She was furious, and raised his sword to kill him. Will die there, but the last person to die is Wen She.

And the person who saved him was Zi Che'an.

He stared blankly at him, his body was covered in mud, his clothes were messy, and he was in a mess. Without saying a word, Zi Che An took off his coat and put it on him, looking at the wound on his leg that was scratched by the branch, wrinkled. Frowning for him to treat the wound, apply medicine, and then ask him: "Does it still hurt?"

Wen Lanqing came back to her senses, shook her head, and said softly: "Thank you"

Zi Che'an smiled, and seeing that he had calmed down, he went to Wen She's body and checked it out. Seeing that his body was strange, he was a little puzzled.

Wen Lanqing couldn't help panicking, and hurriedly said: "He, he was rude to a female cultivator just now, and the female cultivator made a mess when she was struggling. He lost his mind and killed the female cultivator, and he wanted to kill me. The body is right here The above... no, I didn't make it..."

Wen Lanqing was born very well, like a piece of rough jade, pure and moist, with clear eyes, she was a little anxious at this moment, but still spoke softly, because she couldn't explain clearly, she lowered her head in discouragement.

Zi Che'an smiled softly, "I believe in you."

Wen Lanqing was startled, and looked up at him blankly.

Zi Che'an went up the mountain to check again. After some inspection, he was sure that Wen She was really angry and lost his mind. Lingli sent a message to tell the matter again, and then took Wen Lanqing down the mountain.

Wen She wanted to get Wen Lanqing wholeheartedly, so in order to prevent him from escaping, he deliberately chose an independent small island as a hunting ground. Now that the two of them want to leave, they have to take a boat.

Zi Che'an is laid-back and likes a comfortable life. Even the boat is much larger than Wen She's. There are also Guqin and incense burners on board, which seems to be a leisurely and comfortable attitude.

Wen Lanqing has a gentle temperament, beautiful fairy spirit, good conversation, proficient in melody, and his thoughts are not limited to the common world. He chatted happily with Zi Che'an. The two went on a boat. name.

Wen Lanqing's sword skills were all figured out by himself, and they were out of order. Seeing this, Zi Che'an often reminded him, and after receiving his tips, Wen Lanqing practiced more seriously, and his sword skills improved a lot.

Zi Che'an loves to drink, so Wen Lanqing specially found a kind of wine called 'Dream' for him.

Wen Lanqing originally thought that Zi Che An would get drunk with this kind of strong wine, but he didn't react at all. In the end, he was induced by Zi Che An to drink a cup, and after getting drunk, he became stupid, which made Zi Che An laugh out loud.

Delayed all the way, it happened to be Wen She's funeral when he returned to the door.

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