The villain is reincarnated as sick and weak Bai Yueguang

Madam Xie turned her head, stretched out her hand to stroke Xie Shuyu's wedding dress carefully, and finally landed on Xie Shuyu's face.

Then, Mrs. Xie's sick body slowly stood up.She held Xie Shuyu's hand, and based on her memories over the years, she led her to sit down in front of the dressing table in the room.

"Aniang, can you get up now?" Xie Shuyu asked in surprise, almost standing up from the stool.

Mrs. Xie pressed her shoulder tenderly and helplessly, and said: "Don't move around, Auntie won't be able to marry you tomorrow, so let's comb your hair again now."

Xie Shuyu sat down obediently.

A brand new mahogany comb was taken out from under the dressing table by Mrs. Xie, as if it had been prepared for a long time.

She sat down behind Xie Shuyu, the comb in her hand fell gently into her daughter's hair, and softly hummed a few small tunes with a local accent: "One comb to the hair, my girl is free from illness and worry, and the second comb to the hair." Tail, my girl is happy and long-lived..."

The minor tune seemed to be coming to an end, and Mrs. Xie's voice gradually became less real.

She sighed lightly, as if blowing it away: "I originally wanted to accompany you to the wedding, but it seems that I can't..."

The comb in the long hair stopped at the end of the hair and stopped moving.

Xie Shuyu looked at the makeup mirror, and it seemed that after a long time, she called out in a slightly trembling voice: "Aniang."

Mrs. Xie didn't answer again.

She lowered her head gently, leaning on her daughter's shoulder, leaving a quiet and gentle smile.

Mrs. Xie passed away.

More than a hundred years old, with both sons and daughters, his life span has come to an end steadily.

According to the customs of Los Angeles, this is a happy funeral.

Children, relatives and friends will not cry, but will send the deceased away with a smile, so that the next life of the deceased will be safe and happy, with good fortune and longevity.

Lu Guixue stood in the courtyard with a dazed expression.

Xie Shuyu's eyes were red, but she still tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth, not wanting to cry.

Lu Guixue didn't know how to comfort her, so she had to hand Xie Shuyu a brocade handkerchief.

Xie Shuyu covered her eyes with a brocade handkerchief, hid her tears, but still tried her best to smile and said: "You can't cry at a happy funeral. Auntie will definitely be reluctant to leave when she hears me cry."

Xie Zhefeng, who was standing aside, had a very calm expression. If it wasn't for the fact that his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, it would almost make people think that he was really emotionless.

"Combin the rain, you go back to rest, I'll watch over here." Xie Zhefeng lowered his eyes, looking at a last letter in his hand, "Aniang said, no matter what, you can't delay your wedding, this is her last I got my wish."

Mrs. Xie had already prepared all the funeral affairs and left them in the last letter, not wanting to disturb too many people.

"I..." Xie Shuyu was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Go." Xie Zhefeng's tone was light, but it seemed that people could not refute.

Xie Shuyu hesitated for a while, but finally went back.

After she left, Xie Zhefeng planned to follow Mrs. Xie's last wish, only to stay in Xie's home, not to publicize it to the outside world, and wait for Xie Shuyu's wedding to be successfully completed, and then hold a banquet to entertain relatives and friends according to the custom of happy and funeral.

But just as he took half a step forward, he felt a little dizzy.

Xie Zhefeng hasn't felt this way for too long.

At that moment, my mind seemed to be empty, I didn't know what to do or where to go.

"Brother." Lu Guixue stretched out her hand to support him, feeling a little uncomfortable, and tried to ask, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Xie Zhefeng's hand held Lu Guixue's arm, and gradually tightened it.

He stared at Lu Guixue with clean and piercing eyes, as if in a daze, and did not move for a long time.

Lu Guixue didn't dare to move, she just blinked her eyes puzzled.

After a long time, Xie Zhefeng let out a soft sigh from his thin lips, and his palm went down along Lu Guixue's arm, all the way to his wrist, and finally brushed over the thin callus on his right hand.

That hand once held Yidao Jinghong, learned swords from him, and fought against him.

After today, Xie Zhefeng clearly realized that even if a mortal body is protected by a panacea, it cannot be reversed in the face of longevity.

"Junior brother." Xie Zhefeng raised his eyes, there was a faint pain in his eyes, and he asked word by word, "Can you really not practice swordsmanship again?"

Lu Guixue did not expect that Xie Zhefeng would bring up this matter again at this time.

He originally wanted to find a reason to prevaricate like last time, but seeing Xie Zhefeng's expression, Lu Guixue suddenly realized that Xie Zhefeng remembered this matter because of Mrs. Xie's death.

Mortals are mortal, Xie Zhefeng doesn't want to experience it again.

In fact, if Lu Guixue breaks the seal and turns back into a mermaid, he will actually have a long lifespan, but now Xie Zhefeng doesn't know, and Lu Guixue can't tell him.

So Lu Guixue thought for a long time before trying to say: "At least...not now."

"Then tell me, when can it be." Xie Zhefeng still looked at Lu Guixue, frowning slightly, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word after letting go.

Lu Guixue always panicked when her senior brother frowned, so she gritted her teeth and temporarily compromised: "Five years later."

Anyway, after waiting for five years, all the things he has to do are almost done.

What kind of life to live at that time, Lu Guixue actually hadn't figured it out yet, anyway, let's wait until the time to talk about everything.

"Okay, I will remember." Xie Zhefeng said, "Don't lie to me."

Afterwards, although Lu Guixue wanted to stay and help, Xie Zhefeng drove her back to rest.

When returning to the room, Lu Guixue saw Shen Louhan curled up slightly, sleeping on the bed with a feeling of insecurity, even with his eyes closed, he still frowned.

Lu Guixue approached quietly, and stretched out her hand to cover him with the quilt, but Shen Louhan stretched out her hand to grab him.Lu Guixue had to try to lie down halfway to make her posture not so awkward.

Shen Louhan half-opened his eyes, as if he was in a bad mood.

The memory fragments that made his mind sting unceasingly before were scattered and entangled, but they could not be pieced together.

Only the extreme fear of losing remained.

Shen Louhan held Lu Guixue's hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, can you stay with me for a while..."

Lu Guixue remembered that at the Huachao Festival, Shen Louhan almost lost control once, so she lay down quietly and let Shen Louhan hold his hand.

But tonight Lu Guixue couldn't fall asleep no matter what, so he simply used his spiritual consciousness to activate his heart, and was going to check on Xie Zhefeng's situation.

Based on the experience of the previous life, Lu Guixue knew that Xie Zhefeng's condition would not be very good.

Otherwise, he would not have been depressed for such a long time, so that the way of swordsmanship was also trapped by his state of mind. He could have broken through to the next level within ten years, but it took a full 30 years.

Lu Guixue closed her eyes and stepped into the psychedelic galaxy-like world of consciousness again.

During this period of time, he has taken time to read books, and the bunch of bodhi seeds given by Venerable Jialan also has the effect of stabilizing his mind, so this time Lu Guixue used his determination to turn his consciousness into long-tailed snow I feel a little more flexible than last time when I was breastfeeding.

The last time Lu Guixue used his consciousness to accompany Xie Zhefeng, he had entered his sea of ​​consciousness once, so this time he didn't spend much time and found the sea of ​​consciousness with snow mountains and ice lakes.

Xie Zhefeng's subconscious still didn't stop him.

Lu Guixue turned into a long-tailed snowfinch, fluffy and fluffy, and landed on the treetops. After looking around for a long time, he saw Xie Zhefeng's figure on the frozen lake.

Xie Zhefeng sat on the ice, surrounded by countless broken blades.

Whenever he is confused and unable to solve it, the thousands of sword blades in the sea of ​​consciousness will show a broken state.

Lu Guixue fluttered her wings a few times, and landed on the nearest broken blade beside Xie Zhefeng, but the sword's fracture was a bit rough, and Xueque's little claws couldn't stand firm all at once, almost slipping along the blade down.

Xie Zhefeng's white sleeve raised up, supporting the snow sparrow.

"It's you again." Xie Zhefeng felt the fluffy touch in the palm of his hand, and recognized this snowfinch that entered his sea of ​​consciousness from nowhere when he was retreating last time, and gave him a thought.

That thought turned into a vague figure holding a sword, and fought against him in the sea of ​​consciousness for three days and nights.

After Xie Zhefeng successfully comprehended the last sword of the Taixuan Dao, and leapfrogged directly to the perfection of the cave in one step, the snow sparrow and the figure disappeared without a sound.

It's as if it's never been here.

"What the hell are you..." Xie Zhefeng gently placed Xueque in front of him, with a hint of bewilderment in his tone.

Xueque didn't answer, just jumped forward a few times, and flew back to his hand with flapping wings.

Lu Guixue pulled out another memory from her previous life.

It was supposed to be 30 years later, when he and Xie Zhefeng went to the mortal world, passed by Xijing Wangcheng, and met the reincarnation of Mrs. Xie by chance.

Afterwards, Xie Zhefeng was able to untie his stagnation, and his mood was clear, and then he achieved great success in swordsmanship to the stage of crossing the catastrophe.

Well, even though it was a coincidence, it was actually a plot written by Lu Guixue himself in his previous life.

Snowbird suddenly lowered its head and pecked at his fingertips with its beak.

Xie Zhefeng felt his fingertips being touched, but it didn't hurt.

Then, a gentle and harmless thought spread from the fingers, and when Xie Zhefeng raised his eyes again, the surrounding sea of ​​consciousness had already transformed into another appearance.

This time, it was a place Xie Zhefeng had never been to, and it looked like a mortal royal city.

The snow sparrow lying on his palm just now disappeared again, replaced by that nearly transparent blurry figure, standing beside him, it seemed like an old friend of many years, walking with him under the scorching summer sun.

There are noisy cicadas in my ears.

Xie Zhefeng followed the figure and saw a palace built with carved railings and jade.

In the courtyard, there is a lady with gentle and bright eyes, and a pair of children under her knees are pestering her to listen to the story.The man next to her is luxurious, but he lowered his head seriously to help her peel the ice grapes, and served a cup of plum soup to cool off the heat. He was very affectionate.

Madam raised her eyes inadvertently, walked through the courtyard, and saw two figures stopping.

She seemed to be smiling from a distance, just polite, but still extremely gentle.

Although the appearance has changed a bit, Xie Zhefeng still recognizes that this is the appearance of his mother after reincarnation.

In the palace, the madam lowered her head, as if she was telling the maid beside her something.

Two maids came out from the palace, holding two cups of plum soup on a silver plate, wrapped in crushed ice, emitting wisps of cool air, as if dispelling the scorching sun.

The maid bowed to the two people in front of her, and said: "Madam said, passing by is just a visitor. The summer is bothersome and hot, and the two of you seem to have something on your mind, so I bring you two cups of plum soup, maybe it can cool off the heat." .”

Xie Zhefeng raised his hand to pick up a cup of plum soup, and the blurry figure beside him also took another cup.

The maid left after delivering the things.

Xie Zhefeng looked at the cold plum soup in his hand, seemingly in a daze.

It wasn't until the teacup in his hand was touched lightly, making a crisp sound, that he raised his eyes and saw that the vague figure beside him seemed to clink a glass with him.

The figure drank the plum soup and seemed to say something.

Xie Zhefeng obviously couldn't hear the voice, and couldn't see his mouth shape, but he still knew what he said.

He was talking about Mrs. Xie's reincarnation.

A smooth life, peace and joy, no illness and no worries.

After Xie Zhefeng heard it, his heart suddenly became clear, and he raised his head and drank the cold plum soup in his hand.

Xie Zhefeng turned his eyes to the side, the blurry figure seemed to have completed the task, and gradually began to dissipate like after the last time he fought with him.

"Who are you?" Xie Zhefeng asked softly, but still did not get a response.

In the middle of the night, Los Angeles gradually became quiet.

Tomorrow is the wedding of the eldest son of the city lord, and many guests and congratulatory gifts have already arrived in the city lord's mansion ahead of schedule.

Luo Chuan arranged for the guests to stay, and asked the housekeeper to count the gifts, then hurried back to his courtyard.He lives in a relatively secluded place, and usually doesn't like to be disturbed by others, so he lives alone in a Nuo Da other courtyard.

Luo Chuan closed the courtyard door and walked into the room.

He took out a stack of account lists from the drawer under the bed, and threw them into the brazier to ignite, as if he didn't want to touch these things for a moment.

After seeing these things completely incinerated into ashes, Luo Chuan buried all the ashes under the trees in the courtyard.

After finishing this, he took out the sword amulet that he asked for from Xie Zhefeng today, and pasted it on the door.

The aura on the sword talisman spread and turned into a small sword array, hidden in the courtyard.

Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that the sword talisman would be useful.

Luo Chuan closed his clothes and fell asleep. The first half of the night was relatively peaceful, but in the second half of the night, he began to hear ear-piercing neighing, and the shadow of a strange bird appeared in his sleep, as if clamoring to tear him to pieces.

It has been going on for many days, and every night, the strange bird comes along with the nightmare, making it difficult for Luo Chuan to sleep peacefully.

The fangs and claws of the strange bird seemed to have reached out of the window.

Luo Chuan was drenched in cold sweat, but he could only frown and struggle, unable to open his eyes.

His mind is full of those "businesses" he has done and the images he wants to forget.

"Jie Jie——!" The gray strange bird outside the courtyard gate was concentrated by the sword energy in the sword talisman, as if it was in pain, it suddenly neighed, a few feathers fluttered down from its body, and hesitated to go forward again.

The power of the strange bird diminished, and Luo Chuan was able to take a breath and opened his eyes.

He sat stiffly on the bed, until the sound outside seemed to have completely disappeared before he dared to stand up, open the door, and look out.

Luo Chuan's eyes widened slightly.

The sword talisman at the gate of the courtyard has disappeared, and the sword energy shattered into pieces, gradually turning into a stream of light.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, sat a man with gray-purple eyes, his face was handsome but evil.At this moment, he lowered his head slightly, holding Luo Chuan's account list that had been burned to ashes just now.

If Luo Chuan had inquired more about the news of the demon world when he was doing business in Beihuang, he might have recognized the man with gray and purple eyes in front of him as the demon lord Feng Yuanjun.

The gray strange bird with its teeth and claws, like a cowering quail, squatted at Feng Yuanjun's feet and dared not move.

"You, what do you want to do...?" After Luo Chuan said these words, his face was pale as if he had exhausted his courage.

Feng Yuanjun closed the ledger and looked at Luochuan.

He said: "You may not believe it. I'm just bored recently, so I want to see what the human race who dares to make deals with Jiu Sha's group of mad dogs look like?"

Luo Chuan heard that this person came from the Demon Realm, and his back was sweating like rain, but he still insisted and said: "The last batch of goods was paid off three days ago. I have already told Master Jiusha, and I will not buy it in the future." will again..."

"Oh? So you have washed your hands, but it looks like this ghost bird doesn't want to let you go." Feng Yuan-Jun stretched out his hand and touched the ghost bird's neck.

The ghost bird trembled and did not dare to move.

Feng Yuanjun then stood up again, walked towards Luo Chuan, and touched Luo Chuan's neck with the same movement.

Immediately, Luo Chuan felt as if his brain had been opened, and the memories in it were randomly drawn out, completely irresistible.

Feng Yuanjun showed a meaningful smile, as if he had seen many interesting things.He seemed to have changed his attitude suddenly, and said to Luo Chuan: "You're getting married tomorrow, then you have to prepare well, go back and sleep well."

Luo Chuan's mind was blurred, he walked back to the room in a daze, and when he closed his eyes, he couldn't remember what happened tonight anymore.

Feng Yuanjun turned around and looked at the hideous but trembling ghost bird.

He chuckled lightly and said, "What are you afraid of? I have no intention of preventing you from taking revenge tomorrow, but Xie Zhefeng from Qiongshan is here, so it might be a bit difficult for you to get things done."

The ghost bird bowed its head, as if praying.

Feng Yuanjun seemed to like the way others prayed. He drew a space rift out of thin air with his fingertips, took out a magic weapon and threw it to the ghost bird.Said: "Take it, it can help you temporarily trap Xie Zhefeng."

The ghost bird grabbed the thing, neighed and flew away.

Feng Yuanjun turned around and stood in the courtyard for a while, recalling the face he saw in Luo Chuan's memory just now—that slightly changed face that turned into a woman was two parts unfamiliar and eight parts familiar.

It was Lu Guixue.

He couldn't help gritting his teeth back and forth, the Gu worms in his body that had been suppressed for a long time were about to move.

I didn't realize that this snow cat is quite good at playing.

I am a monster who cultivates six desires and has been forced to be pure and ascetic for so long, but this little guy is hugging left and right, and his life is quite nourishing?

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[Yes, that's right, hot man, Mr. Feng Yuan is back]

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Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Dang., Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow, 1 Xiaochou;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Lusen; 1 bottle of summer;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!