[System] Where is my vest?

"What a beautiful white-haired beast."

Jiang Lan watched coldly as a lunatic practitioner in ragged clothes walked towards him with a long sword in hand.

"I don't know if this fur will stay after you die."

Xia Yan who was following Jiang Lan's face darkened, raised his sword and passed Jiang Lan, rushed forward and kicked him to the ground, pointing the long sword at his neck.

"I..." The cultivator was pointed at by the long sword, and when he found himself touching the iron plate, he showed a frightened expression.

Jiang Lan stepped forward and said condescendingly, "There is no distinction between humans and animals? Crazy?"

The practitioner shook his head wildly: "No, I'm not! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!"

"It seems that this madness is really contagious." Jiang Lan didn't seem to hear the other party's words: "In order to prevent more people from being infected, Xia Yan, do it."

"No, I was wrong——!!!" The man didn't even have time to scream, and Xia Yan killed him.

Jiang Lan watched the corpse in front of him turn into powder until it disappeared. He didn't expect that his preventive measures would provide some people with ideas.

The insanity that discriminates between humans and animals is like a plague spreading among the cultivators. Human blood is flowing on the sword, but they say that they are killing monsters and livestock.

What's even more frightening is that some people hope that they will suffer from such a madness, or even pretend that they have been infected with such a madness.

Jiang Lan raised her hand and put the hood on herself: "Let's go."

Xia Yan raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips and followed.

"Xia Yan, have you thought about forming your own faction or taking a few apprentices?" Jiang Lan suddenly said as she walked, "This is a very good opportunity. Regardless of talent, character is the most important thing."

"If you want to..."

"I'm not suitable to be a leader." Jiang Lan interrupted Xia Yan, "I don't feel comfortable entrusting important things to others. I can't trust others. Maybe I could do it before, but I can't do it now .”

Xia Yan said in a deep voice, "I understand."

The turbid waves were monstrous and the floods were raging.

"Please...Gulu...help...uh...help this child."

Song Ping knelt on the wooden boat, leaned out, stretched out his hands, and was about to hug the infant child who was lifted out of the water by a pair of hands.Just when his hands were about to touch the child, a spiritual force hit the bottom of the water, and he watched helplessly as the hands supporting the child lost strength.

The child fell into the water.

Song Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared unwillingly: "You guys are not as good as beasts——!!!"

Not far from the wooden boat, a huge monster was driving steadily on the water.

It was a big ship full of formations.

Another burst of spiritual power shot out from the big boat, smashing the wooden boat under Song Ping's feet.

Exhausted, Song Ping fell into the water, and the violent current squeezed out the oxygen in his lungs. Just when he thought he was going to die, he plunged into the water with one hand and grabbed the front of his shirt. , and lifted him out of the water.

Xia Yan looked at the person who was lifted out of the water, his eyes were half-closed, but he was alive anyway.He carried the man and flew towards the big ship.

Song Ping was being carried in a daze of consciousness until a baby's cry came to his ears, and he instantly woke up.He reversed his vision and saw a person, a person covered in a white cloak, holding the child he hadn't saved in his arms.

The man's face was covered under the hood. Although Song Ping couldn't see his face clearly, he felt that this man must be beautiful, like the only bright and gentle color in this dark world.

"Huh?" Xia Yan let go, he watched Song Ping lying on his back and fell to the deck, and said in a bad tone, "What are you looking at?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Ping coughed several times, clutching his chest, "Thank you two seniors..."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the person rescued by Xia Yan, Jiang Lan turned around and walked into the cabin with the child in her arms.

The baby's swaddling clothes were drenched with sewage and needed to be changed quickly.And since Xia Yan wanted to establish his own power, he couldn't overshadow Xia Yan.

This big ship was originally a spiritual boat used by cultivators for transportation, and it could fly in the sky.

The original cultivators on this boat regarded ordinary people as ants. When they met ordinary people struggling in the flood, not only did they not help them, but they were also afraid that they would not die enough. When it was their turn to sacrifice blood, Jiang Lan would clean them up.

The system that was busy in the control room stood up straight, clapped his hands, "It's done."

The original invalid formation started to work again, and the movement created shocked Song Ping on the deck. He did not forget the cold-blooded and brutal behavior of the people on this ship.

The system on the deck looked at Song Ping and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Yeah, it's you, what a coincidence."

Song Ping looked at the childish appearance of the system, feeling at a loss for what he said in his heart, and still had a guarded look on his face.

"Don't be nervous, this ship is ours now." The system didn't explain much, he nodded to Xia Yan, "We have enough spirit stones, and we can make it fly, but it's not necessary."

With this ship, more people can be saved, whether they are mortals or practitioners.

The system rubbed its chin: "We can get more ships like this..."

Knowing Xia Yan's identity, Song Ping finally couldn't help asking: "Senior Xia, where are we going?"

Xia Yan didn't speak, but the system answered his question: "Go and pick up people first."

After a few days of getting along, Song Ping found that although the system looked small, it had extremely high attainments in formations. Seeing that he was always able to produce various pills, Song Ping suspected that he was also an alchemist. , so he is also respectful to the system whose height is only up to his waist: "Senior... Listen to what you said before, have we met?"

The system admitted: "Yes, you were not a demon cultivator at that time. You were, um, let me think about it, right, a disciple of Fenyin Pavilion, and the same sect as Yang Wenqing."

"How do you know?!"

After hearing this, Xia Yan put down the hand that was resting on the back of his head, looked at Song Ping and asked, "You know my master?"

Song Ping waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I haven't seen Guhan Sword Master before."

When Xia Yan introduced Jiang Lan, he only said that he was his master. Contacting Xia Yan's identity, Song Ping thought that it was Shen Zhuo, the Guhan Sword Master.

"It's because I didn't make it clear before. He is not my master, but my master. I have already become a teacher from the master, and he is my current master."

Song Ping was a little dizzy by Xia Yan's explanation, "Then who is Senior Xia's master?"

System Qiang answered first: "His surname is Jiang."

Song Ping was taken aback, he recalled for a while, and suddenly realized: "Senior Jiang!"

Xia Yan saw that Song Ping had indeed been in contact with Jiang Lan, and his face showed a bit of displeasure.

He emphasized: "My master, compared to my master, is not bad at all!"

Unexpectedly, this senior Jiang was actually at the same level as Guhan Sword Master. Song Ping was flattered when he thought that he had spoken to him and received the elixir from him.

And Xia Yan got into the cabin and found Jiang Lan who was feeding the child: "Jiang Lan, do you know that Song Ping?"

"Huh?" Jiang Lan held a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, and looked up at Xia Yan: "Who is that?"

"It's the one I rescued." Seeing that Jiang Lan couldn't remember, Xia Yan wanted to stop the topic, "What are you going to do with this child?"

"Anyway, I have a lot of free time, so I'll take care of it first."

"Song Ping wants to save this child." Xia Yan suggested, "Let's leave it to him."

……

"Wow--!!!"

"This! How to hug?! Why is he crying so much?!" Song Ping frantically adjusted the posture of holding the child, and kept looking at Jiang Lan for help.

Jiang Lan sighed: "Let me do it."

After handing the baby to Jiang Lan, Song Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked at the baby who had stopped crying in Jiang Lan's arms after not much coaxing, "It's amazing."

When Xia Yan saw this scene, he was thoughtful, and there was often an imperceptible in him. In fact, newborn children are the most fragile and sensitive, but Jiang Lan will not let this child feel Fear.

There is indeed a saying of returning to the basics and returning to the true in cultivation, but Xia Yan felt that Shen Zhuo must have reached this point, or returning to the basics does not depend on strength, but on mentality.

Jiang Lan made the child laugh. Seeing the child's innocent smile, he laughed too.

Looking at Jiang Lan's smile, Xia Yan's heart beat like a drum.

"Xia Yan." The system's voice rang in his ears, and he thought Jiang Lan didn't hear the system's words, so he knew it was a conversation between the two of them.

The system continued: "Lanlan is not a person who will not be influenced by the outside world at all. He has seen too many bad, depressing, and dark things, which will make him feel uncomfortable. Song Ping's behavior, this The rescued child can make him so happy. So, do you know what you should do and how to gradually increase your power?"

"He doesn't say it, but he actually has extremely high expectations for the people he cares about. Sometimes his expectations are too high, and the gap with reality will hit him hard." The system paused Ton: "Of course, you're the first to hit him like that."

Xia Yan lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles were innocent: "What expectations did he have of me?"

"He hopes that you can become an excellent person. This kind of excellence does not only refer to cultivation and strength, but also something deeper, such as character."

Xia Yan was in a complicated mood: "Why did you tell me this?"

"Let me tell you the truth, I will leave one day. I don't worry about Lan Lan, he is too easy to get hurt. And you are not worthy of him now. So I hope your thinking is, for the person you like, let yourself become It's better than others, understand?" The system's tone was a bit warning: "I don't want you to be dangerous to Lanlan."