I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Yi Xuefeng wiped away the tears from his face indiscriminately, and laughed while running: "Hahaha, I said that he can't bear showing weakness, and you also said that he has been cold-blooded and ruthless. Look, won't you take it back?"

Qie Yun seemed to want to pour cold water on him again to wake him up, but he finally escaped from the clutches of that big devil Ning Yu, and he was in a very good mood, so he quickly echoed: "Yeah! Daddy is right!"

The father-son relationship between the two, which was on the verge of being broken, was once again as strong as an iron wall.

Yi Xuefeng was afraid that Ning Yu would catch up madly again, so he ran so fast that he flew directly to the wall, tiptoeing on the wall tiles like a cat and dodging silently.

A while later, the two flew from the southernmost edge of Hanhuai River to the northernmost edge, and after making sure that Ning Yu would not catch up again, Yi Xuefeng stood on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Qie Yun escaped from the sky, and immediately turned into a human form happily on the spot, threw himself on Yi Xuefeng's back and hung it, his feet were still wrapped around his slender waist.

"Father! Why are you so courageous!? Qie Yun likes you the most!"

Yi Xuefeng was still out of breath, when Qie Yun, who had been transformed into a human, was caught off guard, and his body swayed violently, staggering on the wall for a long time, and finally couldn't hold on and fell down towards the wall.

Hearing only two screams, Yi Xuefeng and Qieyun fell straight into the grass under the wall, arousing the two squirrels who were fighting for food and fled to the tree without even the fruit.

With dead leaves all over Yi Xuefeng's body, he sat up, covered his head and gritted his teeth: "Yi Qieyun!"

Qie Yun also had a bad fall, he was afraid of being beaten, his body was so soft that he leaned on Yi Xuefeng's body like a snake, humming and coquettishly: "I didn't mean it."

Yi Xuefeng pushed his head away, and said, "Who did you learn to act like a baby from?"

Qie Yun said truthfully: "Follow you."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Qie Yun imitated his pitiful appearance just now, and said softly: "Father."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng said sincerely: "I don't think Ning Yu has left yet, I'll return you back."

Qie Yun: "...I was wrong."

Yi Xuefeng pointed Qieyun's forehead with his hand, and reprimanded: "It's worthless."

Qie Yun: "I also learned from you..."

Yi Xuefeng: "Huh?"

Qie Yun didn't dare to speak immediately, and smiled flatteringly at him.

Only then did Yi Xuefeng take back his hand, but glanced at Qieyun's black hair from the corner of his eye, and frowned: "Where's the sword tassel on your head?"

Qieyun raised his hand to straighten his hair, and found that Jiansui was gone, he was stunned for a long time, then stretched out his hands to touch his head back and forth twice, and after confirming that Jiansui was really lost, he suddenly "wow" cried out.

"Ahhh my little Jiansui!"

Yi Xuefeng was almost deafened by his voice, raised her hand to cover her ears, and frowned, "Where did it fall on Ning Yu?"

Qieyun cried so hard that he couldn't speak a word.

Yi Xuefeng brushed his messy hair, and comforted him: "I'll find you another one, don't cry, be good."

Qie Yun choked with tears all over his face: "But...that was the first gift my father gave me, and no one else had it."

In the eyes of the world, non-human things are aliens.

Even if a weapon has a weapon spirit, it is still a cold dead thing. To a monk, a weapon is a companion at best, but a tool at worst. Few people have any feelings for a weapon spirit.

Just like the relationship between beast master Daoxiu and contracted spirit beasts, no matter how beautiful and human-like the spirit beast transformed into is, in Daoxiu's eyes, it is always different from human beings who think they are superior to others.

When Yi Xuefeng was young, she was taught by Qiumanxi in Hongshan, and she has an extremely gentle and kind-hearted temperament. Even when facing sword spirits and beasts, she respects them very much, and never feels that they are inferior.

Qieyun is considered extremely lucky among thousands of weapon spirits.

In Qieyun's first memory, it was the child who hadn't grown up holding the little sword ear and smiling at him while playing with his eyes.

Yi Xuefeng was silent, he looked at Qieyun who was crying non-stop, sighed softly, and said, "I'll get it back for you when I have a chance, okay?"

Qie Yun's face was full of tears, he sniffed and choked, "Do you use the method just now?"

Yi Xuefeng was a little annoyed: "You don't care about me? As long as it works!"

Qie Yun had no choice but to nod, he stretched out his hand towards Yi Xuefeng, and looked at him eagerly: "Father, I want to hug."

Yi Xuefeng sighed, and skillfully stepped forward to wrap his hands around his shoulders, patted the back of his head lightly, and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

When he was young and frivolous, Yi Xuefeng often used the Qieyun Sword to fight against others. It is the sharpest magic weapon, and it is inevitable that he will feel severe pain when colliding with other weapons.

Qieyun is afraid of pain, but is warlike. After each fight, he almost cried and cried. Yi Xuefeng would always hold him and pat his back, comforting him and saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Qieyun's mind is pure and clear, and he can see emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy at a glance, and he never hides it. Even though he has lived for so many years, he has not seen the slightest improvement.

Qie Yun gently rubbed against his neck in grievance.

Yi Xuefeng patted him, beckoning him not to be coquettish, and was about to pull him to stand up, when a low voice suddenly came from the corner.

"……how much longer?"

Yi Xuefeng frowned, instinctively felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it before, he pressed Qie Yun's shoulder and pushed him down, and the two of them fell back into the grass together, and the dense vegetation would Their figures are completely covered.

Qie Yun: "Father..."

Yi Xuefeng quickly covered his mouth, and said via voice transmission: "Hide my breath."

Qieyun didn't know why, but he obediently propped up the barrier to envelop the two of them.

Qie Yun said via voice transmission: "Father, what's wrong?"

Yi Xuefeng: "Shh."

Qie Yun immediately stopped talking.

On the long corridor not far away, no one was seen, only a light voice could be heard.

"After the Immortal Dao Ceremony."

this voice...

Yi Xuefeng's hand trembled.

The deep voice sounded again: "I can't wait that long."

"Lin Fuyu is the Little Immortal Lord of Hanhuai River, and he has a special status. Taking him to the wilderness rashly may attract criticism from others. If your lord can't wait for these few days, the previous hundred years..."

"A mere human, are you provoking me?"

"Don't dare."

After a while of silence, the man said: "I'll wait for you for another month, if Lin Fuyu doesn't come to Manhuang, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Yes."

Yi Xuefeng straightened up slowly, and saw a woman in a blue shirt at the corner of the corridor through the dense leaves.

Yi Xuefeng's face suddenly sank.

It was Song Jingsheng.

Song Jingsheng seemed to bend down and bowed to a person who couldn't see his face clearly. The person instantly turned into a dark room and dissipated on the spot. Looking carefully, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Yi Xuefeng's eyes became darker, he patiently waited for Song Jingsheng to leave, and then quietly led Qieyun back to his residence.

Qie Yun shrouded the entire barrier in the courtyard, ran over quickly, and looked at Yi Xuefeng in horror: "That woman! That woman is a bad person!"

In Qie Yun's world, as long as he and Yi Xuefeng are kind to him, he is a good person—for example, Ning Yu, because he was very protective of Yi Xuefeng when he was young, even if the whole world said he was cruel and cruel, Qie Yun would feel that He was a rare good man;

On the other hand, those who have ill intentions towards him or Yi Xuefeng are all bad people.

Yi Xuefeng walked to the window, looking down at the spirit flower that had been changed again at some point.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Qie Yun became a little anxious: "Father! Lin Fuyu's body is yours now. If that demon cultivator asks that woman to send you to the wilderness, nothing good will happen! You stay in the wilderness. After so many years, how could it be possible not to know what kind of place it is? How much is the magic cultivator easy to get along with? I am afraid that your current cultivation level can't even beat the lowest succubus, let alone that barbaric king? "

Yi Xuefeng raised his hand to touch the petals that were in full swing, and said softly, "I know."

Even if he wanted to go back to the wild to find out the truth about his death, he would not want to use this controlled method to "dedicate" himself to an unknown barbaric king.

A hundred years ago in the wilderness, there were brutal killings regardless of right and wrong and dirty intercourse regardless of time and place. The reason why Yi Xuefeng lived alone in the sea of ​​flames at the edge of the wilderness was partly related to these.

He gently placed his bony fingers on the petals, and suddenly he closed his palms, and the petals were directly crushed by him, and the juice slowly dripped down from his fingertips.

"If you really want to go back to the wilderness to investigate what happened back then, it's easy."

Qieyun doesn't know why.

Yi Xuefeng looked down at her palm, put her juice-stained fingertips on her lips, and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

The poisonous flower liquid was rolled by the tip of his tongue, and a few drops remained on his lips, making his eyebrows even more beautiful.

"I said before, Ning Yu's heart is very soft."

Ning Yu, who was calculated without knowing it, had returned to his residence at this time, looking down at Jiansui at his fingertips in a trance.

On the table next to it, a small paper crane with a red string tied to its wings seemed to be jumping alive in place, waving two paper wings, looking a little out of breath.

"Ning Yu! Did you hear what I was saying?"

Ning Yu put the sword ear on the lapel of his heart, glanced at the jumping paper crane, and said coldly: "No."

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Ning Yu said: "Say it again, stop talking nonsense."

Mr. Qingchuan was completely convinced, and the two small wings of the paper crane that carried the message hung down, and his voice was a little tired: "I just said, I already have a clue about what you asked me to investigate before."

Ning Yu's eyes trembled, and he immediately said, "Say."

Qing Chuan-jun: "Your Majesty's death is indeed related to Lord Zhongxin, but when you saw the death of Lord Zhongxin back then, you went crazy and killed Zhongxin-jun without hesitation, and some clues were all broken. Even if you suddenly wanted to investigate Extremely difficult..."

Ning Yu became impatient: "What else do you want to do? Don't talk nonsense and focus on the key points."

"Okay." Lord Qingchuan said, "it was indeed Lord Zhongxin who entered the wilderness in the right way, but at that time Lord Zhongxin had been taken away. After his death, the ghost came out of the body, but the serious injury did not dissipate. I am waiting for the opportunity to find the body that is most suitable for Zhuoshe."

Ning Yu was startled.

"All in all, someone else wants to kill Your Majesty."

"That ghost is also in the wild now."