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It was late at night, and the unextinguished candles in the house kept dancing in the wind. Except for a few disciples who were extremely tired, it seemed that everyone was not sleepy.

The moonlight is like water, and the breeze is like wine.After brushing away the messy and fluttering hair in front of his eyes with one hand, Xie Yan, who was squatting on the roof alone, gently stroked the cold surface of the broken water knife with his cold fingertips.The bright and clean blade against the bright moonlight reflected a pair of eyes full of confusion and nostalgia.

"Dare to give away my things? See if I don't give you some color—thank you, please stop!" The pretty woman whipped a long whip, waving the air.

Xie Yan tried his best to dodge the whip and jumped up and down in the sect. A bright yellow paper crane fluttered and flapped its wings, and hid with his master: "Oh, it's just two bunches of candied haws... I, I take it." Go give it to your brother!"

The disciples who had just started gathered together in twos and threes, watching the excitement curiously, but most of the disciples were not surprised, and looked indifferent: Oh, brother Xie has caused trouble again.

"Do you still know how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?!" Lan Yue smiled angrily.

"Yue Shi! I was wrong! Spare me! Big deal—big deal, I promise, I'll just buy a bunch for you next time." Xie Yan ran away with his head in his arms, and the bright yellow paper crane beside him nodded in agreement. .

Lan Yueshi sneered twice, and whipped the whip in anger: "No. 20 has guaranteed it three times."

Before he could turn his head to explain, Xie Yan felt his head hit a solid wall, the pain made him gasp, and he took a few steps back while clutching his forehead.

The other party also covered his forehead, grinning his teeth in pain: "Brother, your head is so hard——"

Not to be outdone, Xie Yan also glared at him: "To each other."

"Could it be, Your Excellency—" Lan Yueshi put away the whip, glanced at the dark purple school robe and the extraordinary long knife at the waist of the visitor, and then tugged at the corner of Xie Yan's clothes uneasily, "A distinguished guest from Tiandu Yunhai?"

"No, no, no." The other party waved his hands again and again, "Under Liu Gudeng, he is just a sweeping disciple of Yunhai Sect in Tiandu, not some distinguished guest."

Xie Yan, who was covering his forehead, finally let go of his hanging heart: "Hello, I am a water-carrying disciple under Xuanyin's sect."

Lan Yueshi: "..."

At this time, the paper crane next to Xie Yan circled around for a few times, and then suddenly approached Liu Gudeng's side, and for some reason suddenly exploded.Sparks splashed in mid-air, and the faces of the two were ashamed.

Xie Yan touched his face, the ashes in one hand, and squeezed out a gritted smile: "Haha——I really don't know each other, welcome to Xuanyin!"

As a result, in the main hall of the sect that day, the man who claimed to be a sweeping disciple bowed in front of Cang Shen, respectful and humble: "Junior Liu Liao, by my father's order, brought Boli to Lingshan to celebrate the senior's birthday."

"Liu Shi-nephew, what's the matter with the bag on your forehead? Could it be that someone bullied you?" Cang Shen subconsciously glanced at the disciple who had kept his head down and was too quiet.

"No, no." Liu Gudeng naturally saw a certain water-carrying disciple with his deep gaze.The corners of his eyes twitched, and he waved his hands again and again: "Thank you for your concern, senior. It's just a bite from a mosquito. Xuanyin Mountain has tall trees and big trees, and even the mosquitoes are bigger than the mosquitoes in the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and their heads are iron—"

After the tea party, for fear of being caught and questioned by Cang Shen, Xie Yan rushed out with his head covered, but was patted on the shoulder, and a voice hidden behind a smile sounded: "Mosquito, what's your name?"

"Putting a knife cuts off the water and the water flows more..." Liu Gudeng had shown off to Xie Yan in the past, his knife was so sharp that he could cut off the water, and Xie Yan even joked about it at the time.After years of separation, people are gone, the water will flow even more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow will be even more worrying with a toast.Is Liu Gudeng, who has turned into a sword spirit, really still there?Xie Yan sighed, it would be great if Pu Xinjiu, who knows about ghosts and spirits, was here at this time.

When he was thinking, his eyes went dark, and two figures, one big and one small, sat down beside him.

"Any clues?" It was Jian Suyu's voice.

Seemingly noticing anything, Xie Yan shook his head, turned to look at the young man beside him, with some concern in his eyes: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm having a nightmare—" Lan Yin bit her lower lip, and her voice was a little lower than usual, "I——I dreamed that they were chasing me and scolding me, saying that I was a child with parents but no mother... "

"Nonsense!" Xie Yan retorted sullenly, "Behind you are the Chu family, the Lan family, Pu Xinjiu, your master, and——there is a whole school of teachers." And me, in the bottom of his heart Silently add a sentence.

"But they're right." Lan Yin looked at him innocently, "I really don't have parents."

Xie Yan suddenly fell silent, yes, Chu Ge and Lan Yueshi passed away for many years.The grievances and grievances of the previous generation, in the end, are always owed by a child like Lan Yin and a gray-haired old man like Si Yao.

Standing in front of the Yunhe ice coffin in the main hall of Xuanyin, Xie Yan, whose eyes were red from killing, severed the meridians of a disciple's limbs with a sword, and sneered: "Want an antidote? It's better to ask God and Buddha than to ask me?"

Elder Si Yao, who had met once, rushed in front of him with his gray hair, and knelt down under Xie Yan in front of everyone.He called Yunhe's nickname with tears in his eyes, pointed a sharp short dagger at his neck, and said bluntly that he was willing to exchange his life for Yunhe to come back.It must be false to say that there is no touch, but Xie Yan, who was sober for a moment, had no choice but to do nothing. He is not a god, but a monster in the prophecy, not only cannot save everyone, but will also kill them all.He felt sorry from the bottom of his heart, really sorry.

Jian Suyu saw that Xie Yan's complexion was not very good, and said softly: "It's not your fault." For a moment, he himself couldn't tell who he was comforting.

"Actually, there is no difference. Although they have been absent for so many years, I have grown up." Lan Yin glanced at Xie Yan's expression and smiled easily, as if to comfort Xie Yan, "It's just Sometimes I wonder what they look like."

"Your father was born in a family of generals, but his temperament was gentle and refined, while your mother was just the opposite. She was as enthusiastic as a red pomegranate flower, and she was a well-known beauty in Yecheng. They are all very nice..."

"Really? That's fine." Lan Yin lowered her head, "As long as I can hear a few words about them from other people, I'll be very happy... I'm really happy..."

This is Yun Xi's urgent call suddenly from under the eaves: "Uncle Master, some younger brother said that the path we entered has disappeared..."

In the middle of the night, there are bamboo shadows on the ground, and the whirling sound of mother-in-law rang in my ears.Then an unusual gust of wind hit, directly extinguishing the candles in the house, and immediately everyone fell into darkness.

"Xie Yan, we seem to be trapped here." Liu Minghong's voice sounded from under the eaves in the darkness.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, Lan Yin subconsciously leaned towards Xie Yan's side.

"Facts have proved that sometimes it is useful to not do business properly." Xie Yan chuckled, took out a dozen talisman papers that he folded in his spare time from his Qiankun bag, and scattered them around.

In an instant, clusters of red flames suddenly lit up in midair.Jian Suyu took a closer look, and saw a bunch of flaming paper cranes floating in the air, flapping their wings around them, illuminating most of the roof.

Looking at Xie Yan's tall back, Lan Yin curiously stretched out her fingertips, and cautiously poked the flaming paper crane that was stuck in front of her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yan seemed to have eyes behind him: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you."

As soon as the words were finished, the paper crane that Lan Yin had poked gently pecked Lan Yin's fingertips with its soft paper beak.

Jian Suyu looked sideways slightly, staring at a paper crane in front of her that was fluttering its wings to attract his attention. The phantom fire on her body seemed to be alive, blowing on the wings with the wind.Suddenly, after circling a few times, the origami crane seemed to have finally mustered up its courage, and swooped straight down, touching the silver-gray sword pattern between his eyebrows lightly.

Just like the kiss that Xie Yan gave him when he fell asleep at the foot of Zixiao Mountain that day.

As if feeling the fire, the surrounding dense bamboo forest swayed more violently, and the voice became louder, as if the original whispering had become the current high-spirited talk.

"These bamboos seem to be moving!" In the panic, someone gave a low snort.

As if to confirm what he said, the bamboo forest in front of him became taller and taller—it was because they were alive, slowly gathering from all around.In the process of moving, if they encounter obstacles such as houses, door panels, and fences, they will step down these obstacles without hesitation.

Liu Minghong's surprised voice was particularly striking amidst the flustered exclamations: "Isn't this the attack formation in Youhuangli? Xie Yan, can you understand this?"

The formation in Youhuangli?Xie Yan rolled his eyes.In the past, Yue Duo only told him meaningfully that it was very simple to break the formation in Youhuangli, and there were only four words: piercing bamboo and beating leaves.How could Xie Yan ask about specific details like which bamboo to wear and which leaves to cut off?

He looked at the encirclement of bamboo forest that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly remembered that Liu Minghong had sworn before that he had seen Liu Gudeng.That phantom even sent a letter to Liu Minghong asking him to "be merciful". Could it be that the person behind this has some connection with You Huang Li, which has long since disappeared?

A flaming paper crane slowly turned around on the side of Xie Yan, reflecting his increasingly dignified face.

Without waiting for him to think too much, the answer is yes.

"Blowing leaves is a skill that everyone in Youhuangli has learned since childhood. Blowing leaves should be done while the leaves are green. There is a sentence later, I will tell you when you learn how to blow leaves." The man in Tsing Yi stepped on the flying leaves, turned around and folded a leaf from the top of the bamboo, put it to his lips, and then seemed to think of something, "Forget it, forget it, according to your melodic attainments, let's go harm Jian Suyu."

Suddenly someone whistled with a leaf in their hands from the sky, and a stream of smooth, smooth, melodious music wafted from under the sky.The surrounding bamboo forest seemed to have been ordered, more bamboo branches grew from the bamboo joints, and they approached at a faster speed.

"Xiao Yin, close your hearing." Jian Suyu turned around and saw Xie Yan's dilated pupils, her complexion changed, "Xie Yan, don't listen!"