The second senior brother is back [Rebirth]

Wu Dao and the three of them had been waiting for Rong Yan in Qisongyuan for a long time.

Rong Yucui returned to his original temperament, and he was full of guilt for this junior, but he still didn't say any apology, but prepared seasonal melons and fruits by himself, and brewed a pot of Yuqian Longjing, which he likes to drink without a knife.

"Brother, don't be too busy." Wu Dao held his hand and said softly, "The three of us just came to ask Rong Yan about something, and we won't stay for too long."

Rong Yu's nose dripped with sweat because of nervousness, he said, "It's okay, just talk while you eat. I won't bother you, go out and deal with sect affairs first."

Wudao said empathetically, "Brother, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to be so polite."

Rong Yucui nodded cautiously, pulled out a slightly embarrassed smile, opened the door and left.

——Compared to Wudao's calmness and casualness, he is more like a guest.

After Rong Yan returned, seeing the expressions of the three people, he immediately understood their purpose.

Shen Tianmian fastened the door of the room.

Rong Yan pulled the chair and sat down, "Tell me, what did Shen Congyue and Qu Jingxia tell you?"

He was still easy-going and lazy, but his temperament suddenly changed drastically. He seemed calm and indifferent, but he carried a strong sense of oppression.

"...I said something about you and Zhu Jianqing." Wu Dao hesitated and confessed, "Your disappearance, your appearance, and...the matter of Yangzhou."

Rong Yan hummed flatly, "Since they've said it all, is there anything else you don't understand?"

Shen Boyong went through untold hardships to straighten out his thoughts, and asked, "That Zhu Jianqing followed your trail, refining puppets, and planting hidden dangers. What exactly does he want to do?"

"He doesn't want to be an envoy, but wants to be the spirit of the Wuyin Mountain." Speaking of this, Rong Yan felt a headache, "He covets the abilities in my body. From the same lineage, he can't kill me and can't find me, so he can only keep looking for trouble based on the fluctuation of other people's ability to make and fulfill wishes."

He didn't fully wake up until he regrown his skin and regained his vision in his left eye. During this period, he was in a daze for decades, and it was the Wuyin Mountain Spirit who was using his body to do things.

Shanling had suffered from Zhu Jianqing, so he was very cunning and treacherous. He never stayed in one place for more than half an hour, so Zhu Jianqing naturally couldn't find him.

Now that he is completely integrated with the mountain spirit, he can't hide and hide like in the past and let Zhu Jianqing do evil.I wanted to contact Shen Qu and the two to find out about the situation, but Zhu Jianqing was thorough in everything, and both of them were hands-off shopkeepers. Not only did they not get any clues, but they caused them to run around and get injured.

Sui Qinglian, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, "We will drag you down."

It is true that Zhu Jianqing has not taken any action against Rong Yan so far, but he has been targeting everyone around Rong Yan with cruel methods. If things go on like this, Rong Yan is always under the control of others, and I am afraid it will not be easy.

Rong Yan sneered, "Don't be too sentimental. If one day you really become a bargaining chip for him to blackmail me, I will abandon you without hesitation."

Shen Boyong's expression froze, "Rong Yan, what do you mean?"

Sui Qinglian held down the furious Shen Boyong, and said calmly, "That's fine."

Furious, Shen Boyong broke away from Sui Qinglian's hand regardless, picked up the teapot and threw it at Rong Yan's face, roaring, "We treat you like a brother! Don't you even care about our lives?! "

The Zisha teapot finally hit Shen Tianmian's forehead, and the half-cold tea poured all over his body.

"Brother Shen!" Wu Dao took a step forward in shock, and grabbed the furious Shen Boyong, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"

Together, the two dragged the cursing Shen Boyong away from Qisongyuan.

Rong Yan looked at Shen Tianmian standing in front of him, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the tea for him, took out the wound medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and gently applied it to the red, swollen and purple wound on his forehead.

"You don't need to block me next time. He is angry in his heart. If you can feel better after beating me, let him go. I am the envoy of Wuyin Mountain. Even if I get a small injury, I will recover in a moment."

The child he raised was injured, and Rong Yan felt all kinds of sourness in his heart. The negative impact brought by the formula of embracing frost made him have to use Wuyinshan's ability to suppress it again. The blue-green luster in his eyes suddenly appeared, and the pupils gradually stood up .

"Brother." Shen Tianmian grabbed his wrist, "Don't be nervous, relax. I have rough skin and thick flesh, and this small injury will heal soon."

"Don't worry about me, I can still control it to this extent."

Rong Yan withdrew his hand, took out clean clothes from the cabinet and threw them to him, "Change clothes. I'll take you to the back mountain to learn the last form of qinggong."

"it is good."

He took off his clothes in a hurry, a white stone the size of a child's palm fell to the ground, and Rong Yan quickly picked it up.

It turned out to be a piece of immature and simple jade epiphyllum, with unclear texture, chaotic lines, and many pitted flaws, and a neat crack in the middle, implying that he was once divided into two, and was barely glued together by inferior glue. .

"You still have such a worn-out thing." Rong Yan held up the worn-out Jade Epiphyllum and shook it in front of his eyes, "It doesn't look like yours, but looks like mine."

Shen Tianmian, who hastily put on his clothes, froze when he heard the words, "Do you still remember this?"

Rong Yan didn't understand, so, "What's the matter?"

Shen Tianmian heaved a sigh of relief, took the jade epiphyllum from Rong Yan's fingertips, pointed to the one on his wrist, and half-truthfully said, "This is the one I learned to sculpt." The first piece of jade epiphyllum I made when I was young, and now there are... more than 60 years, and it is normal to break a little."

In the depths of Guiyun Mountain, there is an abandoned pavilion that has been in disrepair for a long time. In front of the pavilion, there is an apricot tree that can only be embraced by three people. Because Yanzhou is located in the north, and it is in the mountains hundreds of feet deep, it is now the end of April. The apricot blossoms are still lush and luxuriant, full of branches, and when the mountain wind blows, a shower of apricot blossoms falls.

"I planted this apricot tree back then." Rong Yan stood under the tree, stroking the rough trunk with great feeling, "The candied fruit you eat is all the sour fruit I picked from this tree. apricot."

A few apricot petals fell, and the hairpin was on Rong Yan's rolled-up hair.

Rong Yan didn't notice it, and pointed to the clear stream to the east, and said briskly, "Follow this stream, and there is a small lake. If it is too hot to collect herbs in summer, you can go down and take a cold bath."

Shen Tianmian listened carefully, trying to piece together the glory that was still safe in the past from the bits and pieces that stayed in the moment.

No one can slow down the years, only these old things can barely bear the soul of the youth who has passed away.

Shen Tianmian's Shuofeng Huixue has gone so badly that he won't change after repeated admonitions.

Rong Yan tried his best, his body was covered with sweat, but he couldn't correct his deviation from the landing.

Some movements have been done for too long and have formed a habit, and it will be difficult to change in a while.

In desperation, Rong Yan wrapped his left hand around Shen Zhoumian's waist, clasped his wrist with his right hand, and said patiently, "Relax your body, don't move, I'll take you."

Before the words were finished, Rong Yan led Shen Zhoumian up from the ground, and on the eaves of the pavilion, he turned around and landed firmly in his original position.

The body behind her was soft and cool, and it was tightly pressed against him. Shen Zhoumian was tense and stiff all over, like a young boy in love who dared not show his breath in front of his sweetheart.

"Why are you so dazed?" Rong Yan knocked on his forehead, "Did you feel the movement just now?"

Shen Zhoumian hesitated and said, "Perhaps... not yet. Why don't seniors come to me and I hug seniors, maybe the feeling will be more accurate."

"Alright." Rong Yan nodded, and slipped into Shen Tianmian's embrace.

Shen Tianmian embraced his sweetheart's slender and powerful waist, and was led to perform Shufeng Huixue again.

Whether he was holding him from behind or being held in his arms, Rong Yan's appearance made him feel a little uncontrollable.

Shen Zhoumian was thinking distractedly, but he didn't listen to a word of the tips Rong Yan said.

A crescent moon perches on Shan'a.

Regarding the teaching of Shuo Feng Hui Xue, there is still no progress.

His body was sticky from sweating, and Rong Yan touched Shen Tianmian's forehead with hatred, "Why are you so stupid? Aren't you very good at fighting? He Lan knows something at a glance, it's already dark, You haven't learned yet."

It's almost like saying that rotten wood cannot be carved.

Shen Zhoumian kept silent, bowed his head obediently to be scolded, and after Rong Yan stopped talking, he raised his head pitifully and looked at Rong Yan with aggrieved eyes.

Rong Yan's heart softened in an instant, and he compromised, "Forget it, maybe you are not suitable for this light work. Let's go to the lake to take a shower before going back."

It was late and the water was still warm, Rong Yan took off his clothes and sank into the water, sighing comfortably.

He has a small frame, a thin body, clean and smooth texture, and a bit of youthful vigor that is unique to young people.

Shen Tianmian stood on the shore, hesitating for a long time before walking into the water.

The torture scars left on Rong Yan's body have completely disappeared, but there are still dozens of old sword wounds criss-crossing. The color is dull, entrenched on the fair skin, which looks particularly dazzling.

"Senior brother." Shen Tianmian stretched out his hand, stroking the three-inch long penetrating wound on the back of Rong Yan's heart, "Do you still remember when this scar was left?"

"Huh?" Rong Yan turned around, pointing to the same scar on his chest, "You mean this?"

"……Correct."

"I don't remember." Rong Yan twitched his lips, "I spent about [-] years in a daze, with very little waking time, and didn't know anything. Wuyin Mountain Spirit used my body to make a wish and fulfill it, and what I did after that It is also relying on the instinct of the Wuyin Mountain messenger."

"How much do you remember about Qiqiong Tower?"

This is a bit difficult.Rong Yan raised his head and recalled earnestly, "I just remember that there seemed to be someone who bandaged my wound and said he wanted to support me. I killed Elder Dahuo and he disappeared... I can't remember the rest."

Shen Zhoumian froze on the spot, but suddenly burst into courage, and hugged Rong Yan tightly from behind.

With three points □ □ and seven points affectionate.

The sky is full of stars reflected in the lake water, the green grass on the shore is shining with fireflies, and insects are singing everywhere, making the surrounding environment more peaceful.

The author has something to say:

Strictly speaking, I don't know if Rong Yan is Shen Tianmian's adoptive father (?), master (?), or senior brother...

Whispering.

Anyway, as long as you know that he is a recipient, nothing else matters.

Really no one wants to guess the ending?Guess I lose.