The protagonist of destiny is online

300 years ago, Wuwang Mountain in Dongzhou was precipitous, remote and quiet, and there was only one small sect named "Qing Qiong Sect" on the mountain.

Looking from a distance, the mountain gate is not high, and the sect buildings are all built of wood and stone, rough and simple, without aesthetic feeling.

It is far from the Dongzhou Holy Land 300 years later.

Yan Xuekong's soul left his body, broke into Xie Yuchen's memory illusion, opened his eyes, and saw the mountain gate on the other side.

He looked at it for a moment, quite surprised: "This is where Brother Junyu grew up?"

A book flew out of his sleeve, and the phantom of the Dao of Heaven attached to the book said, "You are poor and have broken the Qingqiongzong, so this is the right place!"

"Ok."

Yan Xuekong raised his hand to cast a spell, wanting to fly over the sky moat in the middle, but the aura on his fingertips flickered and then went out. At this moment, not only could he not fly, he couldn't even use a small spell.

what happened?

"That, little Xuehua, I forgot to say, you can't use your cultivation in the memory illusion."

Yan Xuekong patted the book indifferently: "Excuse me, why didn't you forget to eat melons and go to the theater?"

"Cough cough cough!" Tiandao phantom was exposed the real purpose, a little guilty, explained: "That's it, everything here is what has happened before, only Tianzun is real, you can't change others, you can only change Heaven's will."

Yan Xuekong said: "I want to beat you up."

Tiandao Xuying: "You are the smartest, most beautiful, bravest and most powerful Crown Prince of Yan, this small matter will definitely not trouble you!"

"..."

Pretty good at boasting.

Yan Xuekong glanced at it, walked to the edge of the cliff, observed carefully, and saw a narrow iron bridge dangling between the two banks, allowing people to pass.

When he was four years old, Yan Xuekong went to the Qingqiong Taoist sect. At that time, there was no iron bridge.

With an idea in his mind, he jumped onto the bridge lightly and walked forward slowly.

Although the spiritual power is gone, the body skills are still there.

Tiandao Xuying watched with fear: "Little Xuehua, be careful, dying in the illusion of memory will hurt your soul."

Yan Xuekong nodded, and walked extremely steadily, leisurely, like strolling in a garden.

When he was about to reach the other side, he saw no one and said, "It's strange, isn't anyone guarding the mountain gate?"

"This period of time should be when Tianzun was 17 years old. After participating in the Zongmen Grand Competition and winning, he would represent Qing Qiongzong and compete with other big Zongmen for the place in the secret realm."

"Hey, brother Junyu who is as old as me."

Yan Xuekong was very curious. He tiptoed and jumped up the mountain. After thinking about it, he felt that trespassing on other people's mountain gates was not a good idea, so he took a detour around the path and turned under the stone wall, planning to check the situation outside first.

Speaking of which, Xie Yuchen took him through this path when he was a guest at Qingqiong Taoist Sect.

There are trees outside the wall, connected to the flower stand inside the wall, which is easier to climb than the layout 300 years later.

Yan Xuekong rolled up his sleeves, climbed up the tallest tree, lifted the branches and leaves, and saw two teenagers fighting on the martial arts stage, both wearing blue Taoist robes, but with completely different auras.

One is handsome and indifferent, chic and uninhibited, and the other is gentle, amiable and approachable.

There are many disciples around the audience, and in front of them are the elders and the suzerain of the sect.

Tiandao Xuying exclaimed in surprise: "Little Xuehua, look quickly, the one with the stinky face is Tianzun!"

Yan Xuekong couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"who?"

Some elders noticed the movement, and immediately got up and shouted loudly. Sect Master Qing Qiong, who was sitting at the head of the throne, was a chubby middle-aged man, smiling, with a kind face: "Your guest is here, please see me."

Yan Xuekong was a little embarrassed and was about to climb down from the tree.

Tiandao Xuying: "Don't, listen to me, throw on Tianzun, "The Book of Chasing People" is written, when you meet, you must draw the attention of the other party!"

"But……"

"Didn't you read the signature? Little Xuehua, this book was written by your mother. It's recommended by heaven, it's worth a try."

Yan Xuekong blinked his eyes, as if it was amused.

Just try it.

He aimed at Xie Yuchen's direction, jumped lightly, and exclaimed without sincerity: "Help—"

The phantom of the Heavenly Dao is astonishing, as expected of Hua Yuelong's son, he has a bright future!

However, from the perspective of everyone in the Qing Qiong Sect, it was another matter.

They saw a boy in white falling from the sky.

The silver hair is shining like the moonlight, and the golden eyes are shining like the morning glory.

The flower stand collapsed, and the flowers were flying, reflecting a face that was crystal clear like snow, so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it. It was really like a god descending into the world, and a fairy descending from the earth, eclipsing all things in the world.

Everyone was mesmerized, overwhelmed by the beauty, their minds went blank, and they forgot where they were and what they were doing.

Xie Yuchen was also taken aback, and when he realized that he couldn't dodge in time, he was smashed hard with a "bang".

Yan Xuekong quietly opened one golden eye: "It doesn't hurt."

Xie Yuchen: "...you!"

Everyone woke up and took three steps back. Brother Xie was hit by someone. It's not good, it's dangerous!

Yan Xuekong moved away from Xie Yuchen, turned his head to look at his young face, happily rushed over, and put his arms around his neck: "I found you, Brother Yuchen."

Xie Yuchen froze, and the sword energy rising in his hand quietly dissipated.

All the disciples gasped, looked at each other in blank dismay, showing gossip, where did senior brother Xie recruit such a stunning beauty?Prettier than Junior Sister Ye!

Is Junior Sister Ye okay when she comes back?

On the competition stage, another young man cleared his throat: "Junior brother, do you know this young master?"

Yan Xuekong turned around, Yuanchen Tianzun only had one senior brother, this person was the grandfather of the Taoist master, it turned out that the grandfather of the Taoist master looked like this when he was young!

Sure enough, since childhood, he has always been a good-natured person.

Xie Yuchen frowned: "I don't know."

The young version of Taoist Qing Qiong clasped his hands and asked, "I, Xu Changsheng, dare to ask who is the young master?"

"My surname is Yan, Yan Xuekong."

"Yan?" Xu Changsheng asked in surprise, "Are you a member of the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty?"

In 300 years, the Great Yan Dynasty had not yet unified Jiuzhou, and the power of the Great Sect surpassed the Dynasty, but compared to the silent and unknown Qing Qiong Sect, it was still a colossus.

Yan Xuekong calculated the time, and in this generation, the Great Yan Dynasty should be governed by the female emperor "Yan Mingwei".

According to his seniority, he should call grandma grandma.

Yan Xuekong smiled and said, "I am."

The chubby Qingqiong Sect Master came over and said strangely: "Silver hair and golden eyes, unparalleled elegance, I have never heard of a person like you in the Great Yan Dynasty."

Yan Xuekong sighed softly, opened his mouth and said, "I'm not talented, I can't cultivate, and I can't compare with my brothers and sisters. Of course, the suzerain has never heard of it."

Xie Yuchen stared at him, and said in a calm tone, "Not talented? You clearly have aura and are absolutely extraordinary."

"That's the treasure aura given by the elders."

The beauty lowered her eyes, which was really unbearable.

Xu Changsheng slowed down his tone and asked, "Da Yan Shenchao is far away in Central Continent, why did you come here?"

Yan Xuekong glanced lightly at Xie Yuchen, his eyes flickered, his gaze glowed brightly, and he didn't say anything, which was enough to make people think a lot.

Xie Yuchen's heart fluttered unconsciously, and his face became colder immediately, trying to cover up his gaffe. He felt that either he was sick, or this young man knew the instigmatism.

Yan Xuekong said quietly: "My family forced me to get married. I remembered that brother Yuchen said before that he would protect me for the rest of his life and not let anyone bully me. I came to him, but he completely forgot about me. .”

Xie Yuchen had never heard such absurd words in his life, and said, "Nonsense!"

Yan Xuekong snorted softly: "If there are lies, the sky will be struck by thunder."

Xie Yuchen: "..."

Everyone's eyes changed involuntarily. Did Senior Brother Xie say this?Can't tell!

On weekdays, when Senior Brother Xie and Junior Sister Ye get along, Junior Sister Ye is completely hot, and Senior Brother Xie is completely indifferent, like an ice cube.

So much so that their brothers from the same school felt that Senior Brother Xie was going to be divorced and die alone.

Yan Xuekong was watched and scrutinized, calm and composed. Anyway, Xie Yuchen did say that he didn't lie, he was very calm.

Xu Changsheng hesitated to speak: "Junior brother, you..."

Xie Yuchen: "I never said that."

Sect Master Qing Qiong thought for a while, and said: "Yuchen, the visitor is a guest. Since Young Master Yan came to look for you, you can arrange for him to stay in the sect until the teacher finds out. Let's talk about the situation."

Yan Xuekong laughed: "Thank you, Uncle Suzerain."

Hearing this, Sect Master Qing Qiong smiled more and more kindly, this child is good-looking and polite, really pleasing.

He turned around and announced the end of today's competition, and drove the people away.

Yan Xuekong looked at Xie Yuchen, Xie Yuchen looked calm: "Let's go."

Tiandao Xuying reminded in a low voice: "Xiaoxuehua, the first thing to seduce is to learn to show weakness."

Show weakness?

Yan Xuekong understood, and confidently displayed his acting skills, sprained his foot, and said, "Oh, my foot hurts, I can't walk anymore."

Xie Yuchen: "..."

This kind of trick, do you think he is a fool?

Xie Yuchen: "How old are you?"

Yan Xuekong: "Seventeen."

Xie Yuchen commented: "I think you are four years old at most."

Yan Xuekong got angry and kicked him: "What do you mean?"

Xie Yuchen said lightly, "Does your foot not hurt anymore?"

Yan Xuekong was speechless, he used to tease elder brother Jun Yu, every time he teased his brother, why couldn't he do it to the 300-year-old elder brother Jun Yu?

Could it be that Brother Junyu was deliberately pampering him before?

Yan Xuekong rolled his eyes, jumped onto Xie Yuchen's back, and said confidently: "I don't care, you have to carry me."

He has no spiritual power, if Xie Yuchen wants to avoid it, it's easy for him.

But for some reason, she didn't resist carrying him. On the contrary, there was a secret expectation in her heart.

Surrounded by a pair of hands around the shoulders and neck, and a warm breath came from his ears, Xie Yuchen froze again: "Have you ever learned the soul-hunting technique?"

Seeing his reaction, Yan Xuekong chuckled, "No."

Xie Yuchen stopped talking, and silently carried him behind his back, and walked to the place where the disciples of the sect lived. Originally, he wanted to find a guest room on the outside, but his movements were faster than his thinking, and he chose the inner courtyard.

There are several rooms in the courtyard, one belongs to Xu Changsheng, one belongs to Xie Yuchen, and one is empty.

"Come down."

Pushing open the door of the empty room, Xie Yuchen put him on the bed and cast a spell to sweep away the dust: "You live here."

Yan Xuekong sat on the bed, frowned slightly, the bed was so hard, this room was clearly the residence of the best disciples of the Qing Qiong Sect, but it was still so simple.

He sighed, it turned out that brother Junyu had such a hard life before.

Xie Yuchen noticed his discomfort, and saw that he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, full of extravagance, and he seemed to have been spoiled and raised.

Moreover, without spiritual power, I am afraid that I will not be used to the environment here.

Xie Yuchen remained calm and went out the door.

"Brother Yuchen?"

Yan Xuekong was a little strange, where did he go?

Not long after, Xie Yuchen took the blanket into the room, shook it off, and spread it on the bed. His expression was still indifferent, but in Yan Xuekong's eyes, there was silent tenderness and preference.

Perhaps, he subconsciously still remembers.

Yan Xuekong took his hand, rubbed it on his face, and murmured: "Brother Yuchen is the best."

With a "click", Xie Yuchen turned sideways, knocked over the water glass on the table, looked at him, as if looking at some kind of incredible creature, soft and terrifying.

It is more dangerous than a demagogue, but it always makes people let their guard down.

Xie Yuchen took a long time to connect the interrupted thoughts. It was rare to show kindness, and reminded: "If you don't want to be in danger, don't do this kind of action to people casually."

Yan Xuekong couldn't help laughing, blinked his watery golden eyes, and said softly and sweetly: "But, I get scared at night, can I live with you?"

Xie Yuchen: "..."

He said nothing.