I take my brother as the bright moon [rebirth]

Yantang returned to his own yard, but there was one more person in the originally deserted yard.

Seeing the person coming, Yantang's eyes became warmer, "Senior Brother He Jue."

He Jue was wearing an elegant blue gown, and his appearance was still very elegant. When he smiled, he always made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Yantang stepped forward, "Why are you here, senior brother? Wait for a long time."

"No." He Jue shook his head, "I haven't been here for long, but I haven't seen you, so I'm a little surprised."

Yantang hooked his lips, "Go out for a walk."

"By the way, the Yingcao you want." He Jue said, handing over a box, looking at Yan Tang in front of him carefully putting it away, and sighing, "You have used it for the past two years. Yingcao is gone, for you, half of my medicine garden has turned into Yingcao."

Hearing this, Yan Tang pursed his lips and smiled, his brows and eyes were raised, and there was a glint of brilliance in his eyes, "Brother, I have troubled you for the past two years, but I have nothing to repay."

"You don't need to say these polite words." He Jue smiled, "It's just Yingcao, it didn't take much effort, but—"

He Jue paused, "Is there still no news from Ji Changyi?"

Yantang fell silent, and there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes, but it was fleeting, "Not yet, but there will be."

He Jue looked at Yan Tang's shining eyes in front of him, couldn't help trembling his fingertips, and nodded again, "Well, I hope it's as you wish."

He Jue didn't stay on this topic for too long, and said with a smile: "You went out for a walk today, did you encounter any interesting things?"

Yantang paused, but there was nothing fun about it.

I didn't want to see it, but I saw it.

"It's nothing unusual." Yan Tang shook his head, "I just saw those two little juniors."

"Junior brother?" He Jue paused, suddenly, "The two junior brothers brought back by Master two years ago?"

"Yes." Yan Tang nodded, thinking of the bright and clear eyes of those two children, he felt a little irritable.

"Those two people are very talented. I heard by chance last time that the two of them have almost produced golden cores in just two years." He Jue said sadly, "Looking back at me, it's useless. .”

"You're different." Yan Tang said without thinking, meeting He Jue's eyes, "Brother, this is very good."

Just be clean like this, don't get involved in these things.

On Mo Chang Mountain, He Jue is the cleanest person.

He Jue was taken aback, looked at Yan Tang's serious expression, tilted his head and chuckled, "If you didn't say this, I would definitely not believe it if someone else said it."

Yantang also smiled, his brows and eyes curled up.

Seeing Ling Shan's depression seemed to dissipate quite a bit.

The two talked for a while, and He Jue was about to leave.

Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to push the wheelchair by himself, Yan Tang took the initiative to send him back, and then turned around and came back.

Yantang looked up at the sky with calm eyes.

Today is July and a half, when the ghost energy is strongest.

Yan Tang stroked the hem of his clothes, walked into the room, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

After meditating like this, it was the time when the bright moon was in the sky. Yantang opened his eyes, his pupils were clear, looked at the sky, turned over from the bed, and took out the Yingcao from the drawer.

This Yingcao does not look special on weekdays, but in the middle of the night, it emits a light blue light.

He squeezed the spell with ease, then cut his finger, let the blood drip on the yingcao, and quickly recited Ji Changyi's birthday in his heart.

He had done this set of procedures countless times, and he should have been in a calm mood, but at this moment, he felt inexplicable, as if he had a premonition, which made him a little unable to calm down.

The light on the firefly gradually changed from light blue to deep red, and the blood seemed to soak the leaves, which looked very strange.

If it was in the past, after a while, the light of the Yingcao should gradually fade, and then everything would return to calm.

But today is different.

The light of Yingcao not only did not dissipate, but became brighter.

Yan Tang only felt that something wanted to break out, this feeling was the first time in two years.

It was the first time there was such a strong breath.

A flame ignited in Yantang's heart, his eyes were astonishingly bright, he seemed to feel something, he stretched out his palm, a mirror appeared in his hand, and in the mirror, a cloud of black smoke was hovering in it.

Yan Tang's eyes widened, his chest throbbed more and more violently, almost breaking through his chest cavity. After two years of waiting, he finally had a response at this moment.

He stared at the mirror, held his breath, and watched the black mist gradually take human form.

"Ji Changyi..."

Yantang's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were moist, and he spoke again after a while, "Ji Changyi, is that you?"

The hand holding the mirror was trembling constantly. If Yantang hadn't tried his best to control himself, he would have lost his composure and smashed the mirror by now.

The shadow of a person was wrapped in the black mist, but before he could clearly see the person inside, a burst of spiritual power struck and cut off the Yingcao in Yantang's hand.

The mirror quickly disappeared, including the people inside.

Yan Tang stared wide-eyed, staring at the Yingcao that fell on the ground, the evil spirit in his heart suddenly rose, and his eyes were stained with scarlet.

The door was pushed open.

Yan Tang looked towards the door, his eyes were full of blood, "It's you..."

Ling Shan glanced at Yantang, then at Yingcao on the ground, with a sullen expression on his face, "You've been trying for two years, haven't you given up yet?"

The hands beside Yantang clenched tightly, the veins on his hands were bulging, and he rushed towards Ling Shan with killing intent all over his body.

kill him!

Kill Ling Shan!

With only one thought in mind, Yantang pounced on him, his movements were sharp and merciless.

He could see Ji Changyi immediately.

Obviously there is only the last step, and he will be able to see him.

Yan Tang was full of resentment, but his eyes were wet.

He has been waiting for two years.

It's within reach.

Yan Tang held the attitude of life and death, and Ling Shan was not in a good mood.

He couldn't understand Yantang's obsession.

Ji Changyi died.

Why didn't Yantang believe it? For the past two years, did Yantang think he didn't know anything?

spiritualism……

Even if you find it, so what?

Ling Shan's eyes were stern.

If Ji Changyi's soul really came, he wouldn't mind letting Ji Changyi's soul fly away.

Yan Tang's killing intent made Ling Shan feel restless.

He had never seen such a desperate Yan Tang.

In the past two years, he has seen Yantang's hostility towards him, but Yantang has never done anything like this.

Yantang has been forbearing, and he doesn't mind this kind of forbearance.

But now, Yan Tang really wanted to kill him.

The veins on Ling Shan's forehead twitched, and he no longer suppressed his own self-cultivation, the coercion poured out of his body, and he also started fighting with Yan Tang.

Yantang's cultivation was progressing very quickly, but he was irrational at the moment, and was quickly beaten out by Ling Shan.

Yan Tang spat out a mouthful of blood, but got up again, and rushed forward again.

After being beaten out countless times, Ling Shan finally couldn't bear it anymore, bound Yan Tang's hand with one hand, and grabbed Yan Tang's hair with the other hand, forcing him to look up at him.

"That's enough!" Ling Shan roared, looking at the person in front of him with vicious eyes, but when he saw the other person's expression clearly, he was startled.

The corners of Yantang's mouth were still stained with blood, and the lips were smudged with bright colors. From the looks, one could imagine its softness, and the slender and fair neck was extremely alluring under the moonlight.

Yan Tang's appearance is very good, Ling Shan knows it.

but--

It was also the first time Ling Shan saw Yantang crying.

Yan Tang cried.

For two years, no one has ever cried.

At this moment, his eyes were half-opened, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Ling Shan looked at Yantang in a daze, but closed his eyes again when he thought about who the tears were falling for.

No one can take away his things.

A palm split on the back of Yantang's neck, catching Yantang's fallen body, Ling Shan glanced gloomyly at the lifeless Yingcao on the ground, turned around and walked out with Yantang in his arms.

The author has something to say: Don't worry, don't worry, Ji Changyi's next chapter will come out at the latest!

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