On how heartthrobs can save the world [system]

Bai Xuhua did not hesitate at all.

On the second day, he packed his luggage and set foot on the journey back with Mingtai.

Mingtai sat back on the frame again. He knew the truth this time, so he opened the curtain to look outside, and asked curiously, "Is this... a special trip to take you back?"

Is it something that sent him back to the demon palace from the mortal world, from the world of cultivators?

Bai Xuhua paused, but still agreed.

At that time, he was thrown outside by Nan Changyin, and he was not angry.

Although he found what Nan Changyin had left for him, he had no intention of going back.

——Throwing him outside without an explanation, do you still want to ask him to go back? !

Think beautiful!

With such a mentality, Bai Xuhua never went back.

This time, he came back to detoxify Mingtai.

——It can be said that it is very vengeful.

When the two returned, the speed was a little faster.

When they returned to the original place, they found that many people were still there. They all showed joy when they saw Mingtai restored to normal. Happy to recover.

Everyone stayed here for a while, and then they all dispersed. The chaos in the world still had no intention of stopping. Naturally, Bai Xuhua and his two friends continued to slay demons everywhere.

It wasn't until early autumn that he received a letter from his senior sister, An Li.

In the letter, he said that there was something urgent to tell him, and he wanted him to go back quickly. When Bai Xuhua received the letter from his senior sister, he naturally would not delay, and hurried back immediately.

But when he returned, he was stunned.

From the outer gate of Qingyun Gate, countless disciples' corpses were lying on the ground.

The Qingshi Road was stained red with blood, and even the corpses of the disciples were still warm.

It was like a picture of hell.

Except for the blood splashed outside, there was no trace of blood left in the corpse. Bai Xuhua searched the corpse with a pale face, but he didn't see a single survivor.

He hurried back to Wendao Peak almost in a panic, and saw his senior sister waiting for him in front of the door.

This is really an abnormal picture.

When all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect were slaughtered, as a disciple of Wendaofeng of the Qingyun Sect, how could he not be aware of it?

How could it be possible to be so calm and calm after realizing it, as if the tragedy that happened outside was just an extremely ordinary and trivial matter that shouldn't occupy her mind at all?

Bai Xuhua's face was as pale as the first snowfall in winter.

He called out in a low voice: "Senior Sister."

An Li raised his eyes to look at him, and responded softly: "Junior Brother."

She is wearing a blue gown.

She has long hair, held back only by a plain wooden hairpin, and the hem of the skirt and the hem of the clothes are embroidered with plain light-colored patterns.

It's like a plain green lotus, blooming there quietly, making people feel extremely at ease just looking up.

With a calm expression, Bai Xuhua was brought to the inner courtyard by Anli, and drank the tea she brewed herself.

Then he took advantage of An's departure to pick up fruit snacks, quietly entered her room, and groped all the way to the innermost part.

Then he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He lifted the bed curtain, and saw his senior sister, who was like a green lotus, was lying stiffly on the bed with her eyes closed and her clothes disheveled.

A large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed on her chest, and there were bruises on her neck from being pinched out by someone. She looked like she had been bullied.

Bai Xuhua gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes slowly turned red, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak, in the end he just stretched out his hands to pull up the clothes for the senior sister, seeing that her outer clothes were torn, he took off his own The robe covered An Li's body.

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"

Fake Anli was holding tea fruit, still smiling, with a gentle and amiable appearance.

Her voice sounded like a woman's and a man's, and her face was constantly twisting and changing, making it hard to tell what kind of character she was, whether she was a man or a woman.

Bai Xuhua didn't speak.

He endured neither sobs nor tears, but drew his sword and attacked the fake Anli.

........................

Jian'an two years.

Bai Xuhua, the third disciple of Qingyunmen Wenfengfeng, rebelled.

He killed all the remaining disciples of Qingyun Sect, and the daughter-in-law killed his senior sister An Li, and in full view of everyone, he killed his senior brother with his own hands.

People who came from nowhere tried to subdue him, but he resisted and fled.

When Bai Xuhua fled, he suffered 21 minor injuries and six serious injuries. There was something wrong with the tea he drank before, which left him with nothing to use for his cultivation, and he was almost surrounded and killed by everyone. .

He fled all the way down Qingyun Mountain, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know how to hide his tracks. Before the first injury healed, he had already fought against others again.

He didn't want to hurt others. After escaping this time, there were dozens of wounds on his body.

Bai Xuhua was in a daze all the way, not knowing where to go.Although there was no dirt on his body, he still looked dusty.

He is already notorious now, and it can be said that he is the enemy of the whole world. If he shows his face, people will find out the first time.

Winter's No.20 The second snow is huge.

Bai Xuhua had just escaped from the pursuit of the crowd.

Holding his breath, he hid the bloody smell on his body, and tried his best to lean against the colorful wall.

Bai Xuhua's whole body felt intermittently cold. He was obviously a monk, but now he was as weak as a mortal.

The injuries on his body were numerous and serious, and there was even a long and narrow bloodstain on his jade-like cheek.

While talking, the searchers talked about many deeds of him, the "abandoned disciple of Qingyun". After searching this place, they didn't find anything unusual, so they also left slowly.

Bai Xuhua couldn't hold on any longer, and half fell into the snow.

The injuries on his body didn't heal, and he didn't have time to deal with them, so he didn't heal all the time. At this moment, his body was weak and his blood was weak, and coupled with such a deep coldness, he was burning badly.

His forehead was like a burning coal.

Bai Xuhua stopped his dizziness and reluctantly moved a few steps aside, but he really overestimated himself.

He only walked a few steps before he completely lost consciousness and lay down in the snow in a dazed state.

When you wake up again, you will be in the bright red hibiscus beauty tent.

Bai Xuhua woke up in a daze, and before he could react, he was discovered by the woman guarding the couch.

She carefully helped Bai Xuhua up, brought him the soup, and fed him to swallow it down.

Bai Xuhua was in a trance, feeling like he was in a dream.

He reluctantly asked: "You..." Who are you?

Where did he come from, why did he save him, do you know that he is—he is a notorious outcast?

The woman didn't answer.

She only fed him the medicine gently, and then brought a wet towel to wipe Bai Xuhua's body.It's really embarrassing to ask a woman to do this, Bai Xuhua struggled to avoid it, and couldn't care less about other matters, his cheeks to the base of his ears were burned red.

The woman just laughed.

She wondered what to avoid now, when she brought him back from the snow, treated his injury, and applied medicine to bandage him, didn't she already see everything?

It's just that Bai Xuhua couldn't bear the shame, so he didn't say anything.

Bai Xuhua stayed here like this.

He lived for a few days before he discovered what this place was.He was hidden in the boudoir by the woman, and she groomed herself in front of the bronze mirror every day and night, and her already beautiful face became more and more beautiful in the night.

She went out wearing a dance skirt, and after a while, Bai Xuhua would hear the faint clamor and applause from afar.

——This is a place for fireworks.

The status of a woman is not low, she only needs to go out for a while every day, sometimes, even for several days in a row, but her food and clothing are all exquisite and expensive.

She must be a very important girl in the building.

Bai Xuhua didn't know how to ask her, many girls were reluctant to do this job, he was afraid that if he asked, he would embarrass this person.

After about half a month, Bai Xuhua's injuries have healed a little, but only to the point where he can stand up.

The monks seem to have noticed that he is in this area. Although they have not searched here, if he stays any longer, he will definitely be found.

It doesn't matter if he is found, but I'm afraid that the people here... will also be implicated.

Bai Xuhua proposed to leave.

The woman showed a look of surprise, she said: "Young master's injury is not healed yet, why did you leave?"

Bai Xuhua paused slightly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman who was looking up at him.

After hesitating for a while, he finally sighed: "...you should know my identity."

"My name is... Bai Xuhua."

What he was wearing at that time was still the clothes of Qingyunmen disciples, and his body was covered with wounds caused by human swords.

He also carried a disciple's waist card with him, and his name was engraved on the waist card.

He doesn't believe she doesn't know.

But the woman looked relieved.

She said: "Yu Nu naturally knows about this, but the young master is definitely not that kind of person."

She bent her eyes, it was clearly a beautiful and charming face, but her pupils were as clear as a mirror washed by a stream.

Jade slave, Jade slave.

These two words gave Bai Xuhua an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He wanted to ask, but he didn't ask.

Knowing the name, the involvement between them will inevitably increase. For her, this is not a good thing.

Bai Xuhua stayed for two more days.

But it's only two days.

Yu Nu treats him like he treats a long-lost friend.

When the new snow fell, Yu Nu picked a red plum blossom for him. The plum blossom was fragrant and beautiful, as charming as herself.

"After this month, I won't be the oiran here."

Yu Nu sat beside him, with a joyful smile in his eyes.Seeing that she didn't seem to have any negative feelings about it, Bai Xuhua hesitated for a while, and asked her cautiously: "Are you... the oiran here?"

Yu Nu returned him generously, and said: "Yes, I became the oiran at nearly 16 years old, and now I am 21 years old, and I am getting old. My mother originally wanted me to keep the building as a caretaker. I don't want to stay, until the end of this month, when a new oiran is elected, I can live my own life."

Her eyes were full of expectations for the future, like a night sky full of stars.

Bai Xuhua smiled slightly.

He seldom smiled these days, because the emotions in his heart were too heavy and sad, so naturally he couldn't show joy.

The slight smile at this moment is like the sky is clear after the rain, and the heartbeat is as heavy as thunder.

He said, "It will be fine."

Whatever it is, it will be fine.