snow every week

In the past, there were very few fairy servants on Yuheng Peak. After all, the Ninth Elder retreated all the year round and did not need to wait on him.

Now they have borrowed a few from the surrounding peaks, but they haven't added much vitality.

Because of the two masters who live here, one is indifferent and the other is depressed all day long, so the fairy servants are also cautious and silent.

In fact, it was only three or five days, Song Yuan thought silently, after he woke up, he felt that the previously closed spiritual veins were much more unblocked, and his dantian changed from being exhausted before, and surged again.

He should be very happy. Restoring his cultivation means that his illnesses have subsided and his life span has been extended.

no.

Xuexue was reluctant to leave, and had to wait until he woke up slightly before leaving.

Because of this, he heard very clearly the words of others persuading Xuexue.

Advise him not to delay important matters, persuade him not to worry so much, coax him to get married after he comes back, and allow him this or that.

Others pretended to care and asked him if his chest was still rotting.

That cold hand was always on his wrist.

But Song Yuan heard everything.

Xuexue lied to him. After going down the mountain for more than a few months, Xuexue learned to lie to him.

He was furious in the chaos, and the rage overflowed his eyelashes like magma, scalding his cold hand to the point of pain.

That hand didn't complain, but worried about his pain, and anxiously wiped it away for him.

After Song Yuan woke up, he stared blankly at the dome for a long time, and his memories circled around, but it was useless.

He thought it would be nice if Xuexue hadn't met him at first.

Xuexue is a natural creature like Xuexue, a strange species who has never had any extra curiosity, and was originally his snake god on Buzhou Mountain without any worries. This catastrophe.

It was me who broke into the snow mountain and caused trouble for Xuexue, and I was the one who was self-righteous and wanted to fall in love with Xuexue even with my broken body.

Seven years ago, it was me who should have died long ago.

He didn't know where things were going outside, and he didn't know whether Xuexue's promise was true.

Thinking becomes meaningless, and restoring cultivation is even more ridiculous.

There is no more impenetrable prison in this world than the top of Yuheng Peak. On the extreme cold peak, the best sword cultivators in the whole world gather around the body, guarded by the sword master himself, and even a ray of spring breeze is difficult to escape.

During this period, Yu Hanling came to see him once.

Song Yuan treated him indifferently and was very unfamiliar, Yu Hanling only felt that he was looking for trouble, talked for a while, got up and wanted to leave, but Song Yuan stopped him, seemed very hesitant.

"Master..."

Yu Hanling's heart lightened slightly from the sound, and he turned back to look at him.

Song Yuan didn't wait for him to ask, so he continued on his own: "Master, I have an old friend, Qiao Miao, and I want to invite him to talk about it."

Yu Hanling looked at him silently, recalling what the fairy servant reported in the past few days, saying that Song Yuan was very peaceful, silent all day long, and rarely asked.

But Yu Hanling was not stupid either, and replied lightly: "The Hehuan Sect has always been famous for riding smoke and stepping on clouds, and its ability to hide is indeed the best among the three sects."

"However, don't say that Qing Luoxiu Ji doesn't have time, even if she does, she may not be able to help you."

Song Yuan was silent when he heard the words, and Yu Hanling couldn't tell whether his pale complexion was due to his own words.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Song Yuan asked softly: "Master, when I asked the sect to find a Taoist partner for me, why did you ask me, were you threatening me?"

Yu Han paused.

Song Yuan's tone was still soft: "So what if I threaten you?"

Yu Hanling stared slightly, seeing Song Yuan staring at him, she turned her eyes away, and still said in a lingering voice: "Seven years away, that's all you learned?"

"What did you learn?" Song Yuan coughed twice, it turned out that the softness was actually weakness, "Have you learned how to tell what you discovered?"

Threat?

Yu Hanling moved her fingertips slightly: "You should rest."

Song Yuan sighed, as if he had lost all interest in life, and just wanted to vent the accumulated resentment in his heart: "That's it, Master, you are different from him."

Yu Han was silent for a while, feeling stuck in his heart for no reason: "You think..."

"I thought... I thought it was just something wrong with the retreat," Song Yuan paused, his gaze fell on the crystal ball on the table, "until... Master can't even remember it."

It is rare for Yu Hanling to search for a dead object in his memory, "Xiaotiandi."

"Yes, Master gave it to me."

"During the Xianmen Grand Competition, I took the second place. Master was happy for me and gave it to me."

"At that time, I knew that Master is the same as me."

Yu Hanling never looked down on "him", and they hardly communicated with each other. They only knew that "him" was a little childish, tired of cultivation, and longed for stability.

It's no wonder that when "he" split, it was the time when his parents doted on him and his brothers and sisters doted on him.

Because of this, later, when his parents were dismissed and he retreated, "he" was depressed, so he seldom appeared.

"It's a pity," Song Yuan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Master, I can't remember. I almost took me to see my mother. I have been waiting for many years."

"Master, do you want to say why I didn't ask?" Song Yuan smiled slightly, "It's a good thing I didn't ask, my mother...in fact, she died a long time ago."

Yu Hanling hesitated and said, "It's... because of this? You have a grudge against me?"

Song Yuan was silent, shook his head, "No, I never blame you."

"I only blame myself."

"Blame me for not speaking earlier, blame me for being too cautious, blame me for being incompetent, and always make people run away from me."

These words should have given people the peace of mind to escape the condemnation, but Yu Hanling became even more unhappy for no reason: "He treats you no differently from others, no different from Xie Dianyi, or Ruan Chengxing."

"He won't understand your thoughts, and he will never accept them."

Song Yuan paused, and then said: "My thoughts?"

"I understand, but Master is wrong." After thinking for a while, Song Yuan raised his eyes and said softly, "That was the first time I realized that I admired myself more than women..."

After a pause, he continued: "Anyway, no one listened to what I was going to confide, so I thought, after all, Xiaoxiang won't scold me."

"Later, I was lucky and thought that as long as the cure was cured, the master would come back."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I've never felt that uncontrollable towards anyone other than Xuexue."

Yu Hanling thought he was quibbling, but saw that his eyes were clear, and when he mentioned that Taoist companion, the corners of his lips were even slightly raised.

"Maybe I just hope," Song Yuan said softly, "I just hope that someone will accompany me."

This matter has been settled long ago, so there is no need to say anything, Yu Hanling calmed down and said coldly: "You don't have to..." No need to explain to me.

He stopped suddenly, the preface tumbling in his head, revealing an unbelievable conclusion.

"you..."

The blockage in his heart was even worse, and his indifferent eyes were stained with a little anger, and he walked up to Song Yuan in a few steps, even though he was condescending, he couldn't hide his displeasure.

Song Yuan looked at him, but at another person.

As the anger piled up again and again, this realization was even more unbearable for him, and dark thunderclouds appeared on his brows.

Yu Hanling sneered, almost feeling dizzy in his head, and could barely notice the difference in his tone: "It's ridiculous, I thought you had repented, but it turned out that you were still stubborn."

Seeing that Song Yuan's expression calmed down again after he finished saying those words of nostalgia, his heart became more and more difficult to calm down, and he couldn't help showing cold anger on his face.

"Who do you want to provoke? Or do you want to die for that alien species?"

"Do you know that the heart you swallowed was obtained by killing his own brother? Do you know how much temptation that heart has for him?"

Yu Hanling couldn't tell what was causing trouble in his heart, but he didn't want the person in front of him to keep his calm expression, and said word by word: "You want to die for him, have you ever thought about whether he is sincere to you? Do I really love you, or is it dictated by the heart that came out of my younger brother's chest? How do you know it's love, not instinctive temptation?"

Song Yuan's expression changed as he wished, as if he was also angry, and wanted to take out the knife and dagger in his heart to fight back: "Shut up, Master...Master would not say such a thing."

He still refuses to look directly at himself, Yu Hanling stepped forward, stretched his hand and lifted his collar, approached each word and said: "Of course I'm not your good teacher, of course I'm not that coward, why, don't you Believe it, it was he who sought death on his own initiative, he wanted to be free, so he forgot about your promise, and found freedom and happiness by himself."

He saw Song Yuan's pupils moisten, his pale cheeks gradually flushed with anger, and even though his cultivation had recovered a bit, he still couldn't refuse his hand.

"Shut up...you shut up, Master will not forget me, won't treat me...don't do anything..."

Ridiculously paranoid, Yu Hanling no longer endured, and unconsciously, the pressure was swept away.

"What do you think? He doesn't care about you, nor anyone else. He wished he hadn't appeared back then and died with them."

He no longer knew whether he was venting the past or just now, when the coldness of the tiger's mouth woke him up slightly, Song Yuan was already trembling under his coercion.

He has been ill for seven years, and his habit made him not to resist, but to curl himself up hard. To the extreme.

It's also extremely touching.

"Master...I...I can't breathe..."

Yu Hanling only felt his chest clenched, his thoughts flickered, and in a panic, he immediately dissipated the pressure on his body. The golden light protecting his body didn't hurt anyone at all, but he was at a loss for a while, so there was no body protecting him anymore .

At first, there was no need to worry, as Song Yuan's body as a sword master had not recovered to [-]%, even if he held a spirit sword, he might not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

But being so close, Yu Hanling was completely defenseless, flustered and lost, and only felt a chill in his chest.

Staring blankly, he saw a long black thorn piercing his chest.

The spirit sword is not enough, but the emperor's fingers and claws can break it.

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Isn't Snow's sense of participation coming here?

Snow, it was love at first sight.

Xue: I never thought my wife would eat a duck from that stupid snake~

Yuan: I have long known that Xuexue is a stupid snake, and I would rather bear the world than bear him

Master (vomiting blood): ...You play me

Yuan: What's wrong with acting, life is like a play, can't you act... Barabara withdraws from the sect!

Wu Yan: I am familiar with this

Xiao Yuan, who used to be submissive, is dead, and now in front of you is Niu Hulu A Yuan.