Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Feng Danqing rushed to the hall, and after inspecting more than a dozen corpses, he saw a familiar Fuchen next to an inhuman corpse, and couldn't help but bowed his head and cried bitterly: "Master! Master! What's going on, what's going on! !"

Someone went to the altar where Wu Yue'er was suppressed in the back mountain to check, and quickly turned around, saying: "The altar was also destroyed. The things below were indeed taken away!"

Xiao Yihe was dazed and injured again, at this moment he just wanted to lie down and rest, he didn't want to hear these at all, and he didn't care about the Songfeng School and the Plum Blossom School.

But the surroundings were too noisy, so he forced his eyes open to take a look. As soon as the front mountain and back hall of the Songfeng School came into view, before he could take a closer look, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, like a sharp needle piercing his mind.

He had a sudden pain in his head, as if he had been drilled in by something.

Immediately, another memory emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. Perhaps it was because Wu Yueer had borrowed her body, so Xiao Yihe was especially able to empathize with her. Or perhaps, this was the last message Wu Yueer left him.

He didn't want to look at it, but he couldn't shake it off, so he suppressed his patience.

The memory unfolds in an instant, but fortunately it is not long.

——At this time, Wu Yue'er hadn't learned the "ghost realm" yet, and she was still suppressed—under the altar, she lived a gloomy, boring life and was robbed by others.

But from a certain day, she somehow heard a man's voice outside the altar, that voice was clear and gentle, full of smiles, calling her: "Yue'er, do you want to hear a story?"

"From now on, I will come to tell you stories every day..."

He talked about the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the loneliness in the north; he talked about the swan geese on the top of the mountains, and the magnificent blue sea;He said that the ferret fur coat in the north is so warm in winter, and Yue'er must be cute and beautiful in it; he also said that the coral in the East China Sea is as red as fireworks, and he can personally put one on for her in the future.

In the story, there are small bridges and flowing water, two brothers and sisters, the peace and tranquility of Taoyuan, and the happiness and carelessness of unknown ages.

Listening to this man who had never met before told stories became one of the few expectations in Wu Yue'er's memory; it became her motivation to absorb the earth spirit, strengthen herself, and hope to break free from the shackles as soon as possible and regain her freedom.

At this time, Xiao Yihe, who was "Wu Yueer", was also forced to immerse herself in this warm memory.

"Yue'er learned the 'Ghost Realm' so quickly? It's amazing..."

"Yue'er, when the formation is broken, you can see me—"

Suddenly, a white light radiated from the memory, and the eyes that had been sleeping under the altar suddenly saw light.

The floating world in the ghost world brought about a powerful shock of spiritual power, which would inevitably loosen the formation that suppressed her.So on this day, the array was finally broken, and a pale hand reached in, towards her, towards the treasure box containing her bones in the eyes of the array.

She heard the man's voice as promised, and she regarded him as a reliable elder brother and benefactor in the future.Just about to rejoice, he heard that although he was still smiling, there was no enthusiasm at all, as if the poisonous snake that had been lingering for a long time finally spit out his cold letter.

"Yue'er, you did a good job. But the story is over, I should take my reward."

A sharp cold light flashed.

"……?No……"

"Don't, don't...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Immediately Xiao Yihe also felt that kind of heart-piercing pain, as if a sharp knife cut open the limbs and plucked the soul out of the bones.It was not only the pain of tearing the soul, but also the heartache of being betrayed again.

"Don't..." He was trapped in Wu Yue'er's remnants, almost choked with pain, "No, stop..."

Xue Xuanwei suddenly felt the twitch of the person in his arms, and immediately grabbed his hand, only to see that his eyes were already wide open, endless rays of light were projected in, and the glazed pupils were frighteningly bright.

He immediately discovered that there were bits and pieces of light in the air melting into his body, which was the same thing as when Wu Yue'er's spirit body dispersed in the ghost realm, but because it was a sunny day, he couldn't see it clearly.

He pointed at the side of Xiao Yihe's neck, held down the frantic pulse flow under his finger, and calmed down his soul.

"Chao Wendao! This is for you to handle."

"Ah, yes, suzerain—" Chao Wendao turned around, but did not ask.

Cun Xin arrived without hesitation, and saw Sect Master Xue frowning deeply, with a pair of thin arms tightly wrapped around his neck, it was "Song Yao" who was almost shrunk into a ball, he suddenly rose up with his sword, and flew down the mountain The direction of Daichuan City.

After leaving for a while, Chao Wendao came back with a gust of wind behind his ears.

Xue Xuanwei stepped on the sword, and his big sleeve covered half of Song Yao's sweaty face: "Shengyang Pill, Healing Dew."

"..." Chao Wendao stared blankly for a moment, then quickly reacted and touched his body, took out two porcelain bottles, one green and one white, and handed them to him.

The sword went without looking back.

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Xue Xuanwei rushed into the inn at the foot of the mountain, not caring that Dai Chuan had just experienced a disaster at this time, and the shopkeeper didn't plan to open for business, so he threw a whole bag of silver, and boarded the Tianzifang with Xiao Yihe in his arms.

The shopkeeper was holding the money bag, so he couldn't say anything more, so he followed up flatteringly: "Guest officer..."

Xue Xuan said coldly: "Go out."

The shopkeeper took a step back in fright, glanced at a half-dead figure lying on the bed, and hurriedly ran down, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

He wanted to put Xiao Yihe on the couch, but the pain caused by the soul-stripping memory made him hug something tightly subconsciously, even though he didn't realize it, what he was hugging was Xue Xuanwei's neck.

Painful breathing hit Xue Xuanwei's ears and cheeks one by one, he was so uncomfortable that he opened his mouth and bit a piece of clothing in front of his face.

"Let go." Xue Xuanwei seemed to recall something, felt sour in his heart, paused, and said, "Don't bite."

In fact, Xiao Yihe was not sober at this time, he just groaned and couldn't cooperate naturally.

Xue Xuan sighed slightly, and softened his tone a little: "...be obedient."

After coaxing for a long time, he only trembled his eyes a few times, half exhausted the strength of the dispute, half being forced by Xue Xuanwei, he slowly loosened his teeth, spat out his wet sleeves, and his arms were pressed at the side.

The spiritual power from Xue Xuanwei's fingertips flowed continuously, dispelling Wu Yueer's remnant spirit adhering to his soul and primordial spirit layer by layer, but "Wu Yueer" is not an ordinary evil spirit after all, but can be regarded as half assimilated with the earth. Fairy spirits are extremely closely bonded to human souls.

Xiao Yihe was attacked by yin energy before, and he was already weak. This move was like picking out a grain of dust from a piece of broken porcelain. Xue Xuanwei was afraid that he would accidentally hurt him by pointing at the wrong force. After a while, a layer appeared on his body. thin sweat.

On the pillow, Xiao Yihe's face was pale, and there was still a faint green coldness between his brows that had not been brushed away. He was a little bit cold, so he hid himself in the quilt, arched his back and curled up into a ball.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, he flinched instinctively, opened his eyes and looked dissatisfiedly, but closed them again before they could gather their eyes.

Xue Xuanwei cruelly dragged him out of the layers of soft shell, pried open his teeth, and pressed two Shengyang pills into his mouth.

After a long time, Broken Spirit was almost finished picking, and there were only a few sporadic Yin Qi left. Xiao Yihe's complexion improved slightly, but he was not optimistic either.

Drowsy, he seemed to be dreaming of his youth, and he was still leaning against the master, and he couldn't help muttering a few words: "...Master, it's cold... I want to vomit..."

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, and poked inside his collar, only to find that this man was scalding all over, the yin qi was violently dissipated, and the emptiness could not be replenished, and the medicine of Shengyang Dan was too strong, causing him to burn.

"...It's not cold anymore."

"It's not cold anymore." Xue Xuan held his right hand slightly, while slowly channeling his spiritual power, he whispered, "...Brother."

The other free hand, dipped in healing lotion, tried not to disturb him as much as possible, and slowly untied the hem of his clothes, smoothing the wounds on his ribs and left hand.

As waves of warmth poured into his limbs, Xiao Yihe's consciousness sank downward amidst the ups and downs, and fell into a dream again——

This time the cold gradually dissipated, and the warm sun gave off a soft heat. On the peach blossom branches, warblers and swallows were singing.

A young man was sleeping in a very strange and narrow place. He didn't sleep very comfortably. After moving a few positions, he was not satisfied. He also felt that the outside of his eyelids was too bright, and he didn't want to open them.

"Yihe, why are you sleeping here again?" A kind and gentle voice sounded from above his head.

One hand brushed away the broken leaves that fell on his shoulders, and lightly brushed his broken hair.

He opened his eyes, and saw the top of the Sanqing Palace in the Chujing of Yunshan Mountain from a distance. The sunlight was dazzling, and it was the Sword God Mountain.

Immediately, he raised his back and turned his legs, turned his face inward, raised the big sleeve at hand to cover his face, and complained twice sleepily, but finally said to himself: "...Master, I didn't drink."

The voice sighed, still in a friendly voice: "Get up, it's cold here."

"It's not cold." He had no choice but to turn over and sit up, squinting his eyes to measure the Taoist with a lotus crown in front of him.

No one knows how old this generation of Sword God Mountain Master is. Except for Sword God Mountain disciples, no one in the world has ever seen the true appearance of the master. It is only said that he is solemn and dignified, and he is full of righteousness.Some people also say that he has white hair and a childlike face, simple and hearty.

——Actually, it is not, at least in Xiao Yihe's eyes, the master still looks like a young man, with a clear and clean body, as clear as the moon, and as lingering as the wind.A pair of long cloud suspenders hang softly behind his shoulders, the sleeves are covered with mountains and rivers, and the cloud robe is flying blue.

He is the most gentle person in the world.

The Master of Sword God Mountain may have a name, but Xiao Yihe didn't know it. He pestered his master to ask about it before, and all he got was a mysterious answer: "Name" is the invisible bond of a person in the world. To him, it is the most important thing. Useless things.

Xiao Yihe called him from the beginning to the end: "Master."

"Then why did Master give me a Taoist name?" He asked persistently.

Daoist Yunyi rubbed his cuffs with his fingertips, stared blankly for a moment, turned his head slightly, seemed to be embarrassed by this question, and asked in a gentle tone after a long time: "Otherwise, how should I call you as a teacher?"

Just as Xiao Yihe was about to open his mouth, he saw waves on the face of the gentle Taoist. Before he could speak out, he raised his hand to silence him, and said in a half-angry way: "If you want to talk nonsense, go Copy the Heart Sutra."

Of course he knew about this apprentice, it was nothing more than things he couldn't utter.

After breaking the silence, Xiao Yihe didn't dare to speak any more, but grinned and laughed.

On the way back to the dormitory, Xiao Yihe couldn't stay idle, and roguely grabbed his sash, and said with great interest: "Master, let me tell you, I went to Lanju City a few days ago, and there was a..."

He doesn't understand human feelings very well, he is an innocent jade outside the world of mortals, and he is only accompanied by the mountain wind and sword intent all his life.

But when it comes to what his disciples chatter about outside the mountains, he can always sit down and listen softly - even though he can't understand those mundane things, even though he will look at him with disapproval with pursed lips after listening, and use nothing In a soft tone without deterrence:

"Don't go down the mountain again."

After a long time, I slowly remembered what I was going to say before being interrupted by my disciple's "Lanju City Experience".

"Yihe, you broke the drinking commandment again today. You will be punished."

"I know I was wrong, Master!" Xiao Yihe sniffed the smell of alcohol on his clothes, and immediately admitted his mistake sincerely, "I copied the scriptures myself... three times, okay? Three times."

He bunched up three fingers, waved them flatteringly before his eyes, and then tugged at Master's sleeve.

Knowing that he was perfunctory, but there was nothing he could do, Grandmaster was coaxed by his few words, and sent him back to the dormitory, the wind sent bamboo waves slowly entering the room, half a piece of sharp bamboo fell into the white porcelain fish tank, disturbing fine ripples.

Stretch out your hand to hold it, as if you can still pick up a good time.

The master seldom set foot in his inner courtyard. In the past, he would only stand in front of the courtyard for a while before going back, but today for some reason, he followed Xiao Yihe and walked straight to the door of the room, only then barely stopped.

There is a reason for him to name his yard "A Thousand Gold Doesn't Change".

——His interior is both luxurious and messy, and it's really hard to replace it.

All kinds of decorations are piled up on the window sills, the treasure cabinet is too crowded to put any new gadgets, and the East China Sea glazed lamp is hung above the head; the pillows and bedding are all embroidered by Jiangnan embroiderers stitch by stitch with silk thread, and the construction period is limited. For more than half a year, the entire house is covered with brocade carpets of the West Wasteland, which are worth a thousand gold inches, and it seems to be floating on the clouds when stepped on.

The master glanced at it, then frowned, and didn't set foot inward again: "Okay, I'm going back for the master."

He stared at the back of the master leaving, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

In fact, if he took another step inward, or looked sideways at the inner room, he would find that—at this moment, a big secret was hidden in his bed.

But the master has been immersed in ruthless swordsmanship for many years, his mood is flat, he is not very sensitive to human feelings, he is extremely dull, and he can't find his cleverness and modesty from the face of today's apprentice.Therefore, he left his "a thousand pieces of gold will not be exchanged" in this way.

If the master could find out today, or if the master was so stubborn and forced Xiao Yihe to send this "secret" away from Jianshen Mountain, perhaps many things that followed would never have happened.

It's just that Xiao Yihe back then couldn't have predicted such a long-term thing.

He tiptoed, stepped across the soft blanket soundlessly, turned into the inner room, and opened layers of curtains to block out the cold and sun, revealing the true content of the bed.

Inside lay a juvenile child impressively, with red nose tip and eye tail, sleeping peacefully, almost even the sound of breathing was inaudible.It's a pity that after being poisoned by Gu, there are still some scary vein patterns on her body, otherwise she must have a cute appearance of Yuxue.

This is his secret, a "little trouble" he picked up, an unfinished "little cause and effect".

He had hidden the child in his room for ten and a half months, and he didn't dare to speak out, the master was dull, and he didn't suspect it.

Although it was almost exposed today, it was just "almost".

——After a long time, Master discovered his existence, and wanted to say something, but it was already too late.

All the masters of Sword God Mountain have accepted only one disciple in their lifetime, this is a rule that has not changed for thousands of years.But at that time, the master looked at this child who was full of respect for him. Although he resisted and repelled him, his heart softened in the end and he acquiesced in allowing him to stay.

But at the moment, when Xiao Yihe hadn't figured out how to open his mouth to his master, he just hid him secretly like a treasure.

"Xiao Xuanwei, ahaha! Master almost found you!"

Xiao Yihe laughed twice, breathed a sigh of relief again, slapped himself on the forehead twice, straightly said "drinking is a mistake", then continued to sit on the side of the couch, holding the little hand of the child, performing the technique of exorcising Gu and pulling out poison.

Although the child is small, he has a strong heart and rarely complains of pain.

Just like at this time, his little eyebrows shrank into a ball, the cold pain caused by the poison made his hands and feet feel cold, and he unconsciously wanted to crawl into Xiao Yihe's arms, but he just yelled softly:

"cold……"

Xiao Yihe rubbed his cold little hands while combing his meridians that were disturbed by Gu poison: "Senior brother warms you up, it's not cold anymore!"

Even before the master agreed, he had already boasted brazenly, calling himself a "senior brother".

After the daily detoxification was over, he patted Xiao Xuanwei on the shoulder to lull him to sleep.

"Sleep, brother is here, don't be afraid..."