I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

A while later, Yi Xuefeng was wearing a snow-white sable fur, holding an umbrella with a pale face, and was led by Huai Chen to the front hall.

Hanhuai River is surrounded by plains on all sides, with smiling spring mountains, beautiful lakes and mountains, gurgling water winding through exquisite wooden bridges, and green trees and red flowers spreading everywhere.

Yi Xuefeng walked across the Changchang Youqiao all the way without looking sideways, and when he was about to turn a corner, he caught a glimpse of the lake not far away.

In the haze of mist and rain, several girls in white shirts were standing on the stone steps of the long pavilion with their umbrellas in their hands. Facing Yi Xuefeng's pure eyes, Zhong was startled, and put down the umbrella in a panic.

Those bright eyes were full of warm broken light.

Yi Xuefeng withdrew her gaze without showing any signs, and thought to herself: "Didn't you say that the little fairy has a very surly temper, and beats and scolds people when he doesn't agree with him, and even a female cultivator admires her bad temper, really... "

Tsk, do all of you righteous people have such strong tastes?

As he walked through the bamboo forest, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, he also looked at others with that kind of admiration.

And that person is as cold as a bamboo, just standing there alienates people thousands of miles away.

Yi Xuefeng clearly remembered that when she showed her love to him in front of everyone with her heart in her heart, she only got an extremely indifferent look from him.

and that sentence...

"Tao and demon have different paths."

It completely crushed Yi Xuefeng's budding love.

Thinking of this, Yi Xuefeng curled his lips into a smile.

Now that I have been reborn as a Taoist cultivator, if I go to look for him again, I probably won't get that cold "Tao and Demon Different Ways" again.

Thinking of Ning Yu, Yi Xuefeng recalled in a daze that in his last life he was trapped in a demon-killing array, and his last glance before he died seemed to see Ning Yu running towards him recklessly.

The man's frosty face seemed to be full of panic and despair.

Thinking of this, Yi Xuefeng smiled helplessly, thinking that Ningyu was hard-hearted, and never cared about being involved with herself, how could she appear in the wilderness, and how could she show that look?

It's just like……

She has a deep-rooted love for him, Yi Xuefeng.

Just an illusion before dying.

Moreover, he was deeply involved in the demon-killing formation back then, so he might have something to do with Ning Yu.

He was thinking wildly, Huai Chen suddenly said: "Little Xianjun, we are here."

Yi Xuefeng withdrew her thoughts and raised her head slightly.

Linfan Jun's family in Hanhuai River has a great business, and the front hall connecting people is also very elegant and unique. Yi Xuefeng had just walked up the wooden steps when he heard the sound of quarrels in the front hall.

"...The Immortal Dao Ceremony is coming soon, and the spirit sword can be stolen under the noses of so many monks. If it gets out, where will we put the face of Han Huaichuan?!"

This person's voice was like a bell, almost deafening the ears of the people around him.

Then, Song Jingsheng's disapproving voice came: "If you growl louder, everyone in Hanhuai River can hear it."

"Then tell me, how to find the sword? Before leaving, Xianjun entrusted you and me with the spirit sword, and now it is lost for no reason. Our face has long been lost to the wilderness. Are we afraid of being ashamed again?"

Song Jingsheng had no choice but to speak louder than him: "Keep your voice down!"

"If it spreads, spread it. Who dares to say anything against me in Hanhuaichuan!"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

It was really lively.

He was about to step in when he glanced at the promenade not far away from the corner of his eye, and saw a man sitting lazily on the wooden railing, and a smile curled up on his lips when he heard the sound of the explosion that hurt people's ears.

Xu Shi sensed that someone was looking at him, so he tilted his head and met Yi Xuefeng's probing gaze.

The man had a handsome face, his long hair was tied half behind by a red headband, and he was tall and tall. Although he had a smile on his face, his scarlet eyes made people feel cold all over his body.

Yi Xuefeng frowned, Moxiu?

He still doesn't quite understand what's going on in the Three Realms at this time, how can the demon cultivator appear in the right way in an open and honest way?

Seeing that the guards next to him didn't seem to be screaming, Yi Xuefeng began to think about how long he had slept.

Could it be that the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the demon cultivators have shaken hands with the Taoist cultivators?

The quarrel in the front hall was still going on, Huai Chen stepped forward with some embarrassment, and whispered: "Master, Xiao Xianjun has arrived."

As soon as this remark came out, the two quarrelsome talents died down.

Yi Xuefeng withdrew his gaze and walked in calmly.

The huge front hall is already full of people.

Sitting on the soft chair on the left was a man with black lines all over his face. His body was burly, and his whole body revealed the ferocity of "If I punch you down, you will surely die" - the ear-piercing voice just now came from him.

Song Jingsheng was sitting opposite, with an elegant posture, holding a white jade fan to cover his lips, and his beautiful eyes glanced at the man with disgust.

Behind the two of them stood disciples from different sects, looking at Yi Xuefeng with some unkind eyes.

When Song Jingsheng saw him coming in, he stood up, and withdrew his fierce and cursing attitude just now.

"How is the injury on Xiao Xianjun's body?"

Yi Xuefeng remembered that she was the one Huaichen called to save Yuanshen, and he didn't touch her face, so he nodded slightly: "It's much better, thank you for worrying, Sect Leader."

For a moment, everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a ferocious beast. They probably never thought that a person who has always been arrogant and domineering, even the head of the sect, would start talking human one day?

And yesterday, the disciple who saw how Yi Xuefeng cut the neck of a fierce beast with a dagger, saw him now being well-behaved and docile, harmless to humans and animals, and couldn't help but feel a little numb all over.

Song Jingsheng was also a little surprised, and after thinking about it, he still warned: "Little Immortal has a noble status, and the forbidden area is full of dangers. They are all evil beasts that have lost their minds. There is no possibility of being subdued. Don't be so impulsive in the future. If you want spirit beasts, you can wait until a year later and go to Beixi..."

The man at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and snorted: "There are many spirit beasts in Beixi, but those who can subdue them and use them for themselves must be strong people, little fairy... Oh, let's forget it."

Song Jingsheng turned around and gave him a hard look: "Nan Zong, shut up!"

Young people are already proud and arrogant, how can they tolerate being ridiculed for their cultivation in full view, the Immortal Dao Ceremony is coming soon, if the little Immortal Lord causes any trouble in his anger, it will be Han Huaichuan who will be ashamed.

Song Jingsheng hurriedly said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, Xiao Xianjun is still young, and his cultivation level can be regarded as a good spiritual talent after reaching Foundation Establishment..."

Nan Zong's yin and yang added fuel to the flames angrily: "Yes, he is indeed the son of Immortal Lord Linfan, and his spirit veins followed his father's."

Song Jingsheng really wanted to slap him to death.

Yi Xuefeng didn't seem to notice Nan Zong's malice, and said seriously with blinking eyes: "Everyone in the three realms knows who my father is, so don't bother the boss to always talk about it for me. .”

Song Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether he was serious or trying to piss people off on purpose.

Nan Zong's fiery temper immediately exploded: "Who the hell..."

Before the explosion of Nanzong was over, Yi Xuefeng covered his shoulders and coughed a few times.

He was injured and hadn't healed yet, and his face was pale even more because of his sable fur. At this moment, he frowned and coughed lightly. Even though everyone knew that this person was arrogant and violent, they didn't feel pity for this weak state.

After all, in the eyes of the world, it is easy for a wicked person to do good, but it is difficult for a beautiful woman to crush an ant.

Song Jingsheng loved Lin Fuyu because he was the son of Lord Linfan, but when he saw him being yelled at by Nan Zong like this, he couldn't sit still.

"Nan Zong, you're not too young anymore, what kind of ability is it to catch a child and bully you all day long?"

Nan Zong's eyes widened: "I...I bullied him!?"

Yi Xuefeng pretended to cough a few more times, thinking that a good-looking skin can not only gain a firm foothold in the wilderness, but also avoid troubles in the righteous way without any effort.

The world is really...

Outside the window lattice of the main hall, Moxiu, who was sitting on the railing, tilted his head slightly, his eyes just caught a glimpse of Yi Xuefeng's lips that seemed to be smiling but not a smile, he froze for a moment, and rolled his eyes.

This young man is different from the rumors.

"Let's get down to business." Song Jingsheng was too lazy to quarrel with Nan Zong again, she gave Nan Zong a hard look, and then said: "The Treasure Pavilion in Hanhuai River was stolen yesterday, so..."

She glanced at Yi Xuefeng, found that his face had not changed, and then continued: "...The spirit sword left by Lord Linfan has disappeared, the Immortal Dao Ceremony is approaching, and the number of people entering and leaving Hanhuai River is countless, who are the thieves? Still unknown."

Nan Zong flicked his fingers with a cold face, and a spiritual power poured out from his fingertips. After hovering around the sky for a few times, it exploded into shattered light and fell slowly.

Yi Xuefeng took a look, not knowing what he was doing, he thought that the spirit sword was lost, why does this man still have the mind to play with fireworks?

Huai Chen at the side asked in surprise, "How could this happen?"

The disciples behind the head also looked like they had seen a ghost, and said one after another: "Impossible!"

"How is this possible?"

"How could this happen!?"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Well……

What is it like?

Nan Zong withdrew his fingers, looked at Yi Xuefeng with a sneer, and said, "Xiao Xianjun, what do you think?"

Yi Xuefeng said, "The fireworks are beautiful."

He didn't know what kind of formula this was, so he could only forcefully repeat what everyone said just now in a flat and unwavering voice: "Ah, how could it be like this?"

Everyone: "..."

Nan Zong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth: "Xiao Xianjun never cared about the matter of Linfan Xianjun, the loss of Qieyun sword is of great importance, maybe Han Huaichuan has already been mixed into the wrong person Man, you still treat him with such indifference..."

As soon as he raised his eyes, he rushed towards Yi Xuefeng with overwhelming pressure.

Although Nan Zong has a bad temper, he can be selected by Linfan Xianjun before his ascension, and his cultivation must be one of the best in the entire Three Realms. When the vast spiritual power was released suddenly, Yi Xuefeng felt as if a huge stone was pressed on his chest, forcing him to almost out of breath.

Song Jingsheng saw it, and immediately said angrily: "Nan Zong, stop! Do you want to murder the little fairy?!"

Nan Zong ignored her, and said coldly: "Little Xianjun, you don't want Hanhuai River to become a wasteland of ruins one day, do you?"

Yi Xuefeng raised his head.

Unexpectedly, there was no fear or resentment in his eyes at all as everyone thought, and his slender body was no longer stable, but his eyes were still indifferent.

"I don't need to worry about this..."

Just as he said a word, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and it landed on top of his head impartially.

Everyone only heard a loud bang, and a big hole was cut out of the roof.

When the thunderbolt was about to fall on the top of Yi Xuefeng's head, it suddenly turned into a gust of wind, gently brushing over the top of his hair, like a gentle caress.

Nan Zong's spiritual power was directly hit back by the thunder, and he took a few steps back, his face a little ugly.

Yi Xuefeng probably guessed something, the smile in her eyes deepened, and she lightly continued to speak.

"...My father has a spirit in the sky, and he will definitely protect Huaichuan from the cold."

Everyone: "..."

Little, boy?

Your father is Feisheng, not the funeral.

The author has something to say: Mr. Linfan: Hey, I would have hacked it if I knew it earlier!

Ning Jianzun: Continue to wait.