I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Yi Xuefeng came back to his senses the moment he fell, forcibly steadied his body and staggered to the ground.

Qie Yun screamed something in his ear, he couldn't hear it clearly, there was a buzzing in his ear, and he could only know that he was staring at the young man not far away.

How can it be?

that face...

How could it be so similar?

Even a person who knows a little about Yi Xuefeng here can almost recognize the person in front of him at a glance, even in appearance and temperament, they are all carved out of the same mold as Yi Xuefeng a hundred years ago.

But Yi Xuefeng knew that it was impossible.

That person couldn't be his body, his original body had already disappeared without a trace in the Demon Slayer Formation in the wild sea of ​​flames, not even half a bone remained.

Yi Xuefeng thought that he had seldom violated the way of heaven in his life, and had never harmed innocent people even when he was possessed by demons. Even so, he ended up dead without a whole body in the end.

There is no grave after his death, not even a cenotaph for him.

He seems to be able to accept lightly all the injustices and pains imposed on him by the Dao of Heaven. Even if he wakes up from another body for no reason, he has never complained about it.

But when that familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of him, Yi Xuefeng suddenly couldn't help but feel a tsunami of resentment and depression gushing out in his heart.

This person...how dare? !

Yi Xuefeng seemed to be uncontrollably touching the Qieyun sword at his waist, and his amber pupils seemed to be ignited by the flames beside him.

The next moment, his hands covered in cold sweat directly touched a icy object, which shook him violently, and his dizzy mind regained consciousness for a moment.

He looked down in bewilderment, for some reason, Qieyun, who had always been unwilling to show his human form in front of others, was standing in front of him, holding Yi Xuefeng's trembling five fingers together in his slender hands, and exerting force—but the sword was still It's a sword, even if it has a beautiful human figure, its body is still cold.

Qie Yun called him: "Xuefeng."

Yi Xuefeng took a breath, and the frenzy in his eyes dissipated like an ebbing tide.

Only then did Qie Yun heave a sigh of relief.

Although Yi Xuefeng usually looks obedient and harmless to humans and animals, but if he gets ruthless, even ten Qieyun can't stop him.

When he was in the Wilderness back then, Yi Xuefeng's too beautiful appearance would always be coveted by brave demon cultivators who did not know how to live or die. Some even made fun of him openly at the Wilderness event. Stained with blood, I always solve those people silently by myself.

Until one time, a wild elder served Yi Xuefeng wine at a grand event, forced him to drink the poisonous wine, and dragged him to his side to play with him wantonly.

Everyone in the huge wild hall was laughing wildly, staring at Yi Xuefeng who was half undressed.

Qie Yun was so angry that he was trembling all over, and just when he couldn't bear it any longer, Yi Xuefeng, who was blushing, softly climbed onto the body of the wild elder, put his hands on his neck covered with demon tattoos, and stared at the demon with absent-minded eyes. The disgusting desire and possessiveness in the eyes.

Since Yi Xuefeng became a demon, he was as noble as a flower on a high mountain, and he was incompatible with the dirty and dirty wilderness around him. This was the first time the demon cultivators saw him in such a deceptive manner. They thought he had figured it out. Xiu, even if you were a noble and cold person before, since you have fallen into the way of magic, you should honestly be that low-level monster that is hated by everyone.

Yi Xuefeng was different from everyone else, even though his body was full of terrifying demon breath, he never did anything against his conscience - he didn't even drink alcohol.

People in the world have always hated aliens, and Yi Xuefeng is also like this, which makes him rejected by both the Dao and Demon Realms.

All the magic pupils were staring at the glamorous beauty who seemed to be planning to fall into the dirty swamp with them, wanting to taste the taste of the number one beauty in the whole wilderness.

The next moment, the beauty stretched out her slender fingers, and gently pinched Moxiu's neck.

The entire hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The corners of Yi Xuefeng's eyes were flushed, because his body was scalded by the poisonous poison, and the hot tears that could not be contained slowly rolled down from his eyes.

He gracefully sat back on his seat, tilted his head slightly, and said softly, with a somewhat seductive hoarse voice, "Who else wants me?"

He is like a glamorous flower blooming in blood stains, seductive, but no one dares to blaspheme and play with it.

Since then, at every event, Yi Xuefeng still sat quietly at the head of the three monarchs drinking tea, without the slightest thorn as a reserved and precious ornamental plant, but no one dared to covet and humiliate him openly.

Qie Yun held Yi Xuefeng's hand again and shook it reassuringly, and said, "Don't be afraid, that person must be a counterfeit, I'll eat him for you when I find a place where no one is around."

Yi Xuefeng was amused by him, but just as the corners of her lips were raised, they fell down silently.

That's right, no one can remain indifferent when faced with a face exactly like his.

And now, Yi Xuefeng finally understands where the strange feeling he felt when he saw the counterfeit just now came from - not only the appearance, but also the behavior of that person, every frown and smile, is actually similar to him back then. Subtle similarities.

Qie Yun seemed to have noticed it too, and couldn't help shivering.

While the two were talking, Ye Fangcao had already seen them, and ran towards them happily: "My surname is Lin, why are you here? I finally found you!"

Yi Xuefeng forced a smile at him: "I was teleported to the northern border, and I just arrived."

Ye Fangcao looked suspiciously at Qie Yun who was baring her teeth aside: "Who is he?"

Yi Xuefeng said: "Qieyun."

When Ye Fangcao heard it, she immediately said, "Oh, it's Qieyun Sword Spirit, I've never seen it before—can I touch it?"

Qie Yun bared his teeth at him, making a gesture to bite him.

Even if human monks walk around the world relying on sword spirits and beasts, they still refuse to give even the slightest bit of respect to those inhuman things. Behind him, he said with a half smile but not a smile: "If you want to touch it, come and try to touch me. After touching it, see if your hand is still alive."

Ye Fangcao immediately retracted her hand.

Qie Yun complacently held Yi Xuefeng's arm and made faces at him, Ye Fangcao was so angry that she didn't dare to offend Yi Xuefeng, she could only look at him angrily, and didn't bother to understand him.

Ye Fangcao said: "By the way, I saved a little beauty just now, and I am planning to take him to find other people."

He took Yi Xuefeng to the counterfeit.

Qie Yun kept holding his hand and refused to let go, Yi Xuefeng frowned slightly, not wanting others to treat Qie Yun as a dead thing without dignity again, said: "Go back, I'm fine."

Qie Yun still grabbed his hand and refused to let go: "I don't, what if that person bullies you, I'll help you get stronger!"

Yi Xuefeng couldn't laugh or cry, but her mood, which had been gloomy all the time, improved a lot.

"Hey, go back quickly, I can handle it myself."

Qie Yun looked at the impostor with dissatisfaction, and reluctantly went back after a long time: "If he is bad for you, I don't care about other things, let's kill him first."

Yi Xuefeng said helplessly, "Okay."

Only then did the irritable little sword spirit be calmed down.

Ye Fangcao had already run over and was talking to the young man, curiosity flashed in the young man's eyes, and he looked at Yi Xuefeng with his slightly reddened eye tails.

Yi Xuefeng stepped forward, met her familiar face, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

The young man's face was pale, he covered his lips and coughed, and said softly: "So it's the little Immortal of Hanhuai River, I've admired him for a long time."

Yi Xuefeng didn't speak.

The young man keenly sensed the alienation and disgust in Yi Xuefeng's body, and blinked his long eyelashes, seemingly innocent.

Ye Fangcao was careless, not aware of the disharmony between the two, he blew a sharp whistle, a falcon screamed from the dark sky, the spirit beast spread its wings and flew down, lightly landing on the night sky On Fangcao's shoulders, the wind driven by the wings blew the boy next to him, shaking his body twice, barely standing still.

The spirit beast of Yefangcao rubbed against Yefangcao very affectionately, spit out the two flower snakes in its sharp beak, and barked twice in favor.

Ye Fangcao patted its head: "It's amazing—keep searching to see where Senior Brother Jiang and the others are now, and go back and feed your little snake."

The spirit beast raised its head and rubbed against his palm, and flew into the sky again with a scream.

Ye Fangcao extinguished the fire next to it, and rekindled a new pile under the tree. Yi Xuefeng was afraid of the cold, so she took the initiative to sit by the fire, and the boy in white leaned against the fire very unceremoniously. He walked over and sat next to him with his knees hugged, his thin body trembling slightly.

Cultivators have always been immune to cold and heat, but in this Yunhu City, the coldness seems to penetrate a person's meridians bit by bit, even if they use spiritual power, they can't resist it much.

Everyone in Hanhuai River knows Xiaoxianjun's coquettishness. Ye Fangcao was afraid that he would do something wrong again, so she took out a cloak from the Lingfen jade and wanted to hand it to him, but she froze to the side from the corner of her eye. The trembling boy, his heart softened inexplicably, and he passed the clothes over.

The boy froze for a moment, then took it with a smile: "Thank you."

When he smiled, Ye Fangcao, who never cared about other people's appearance, was taken aback, and the base of her ears suddenly turned red.

Yi Xuefeng watched coldly.

Qie Yun said angrily: "Speech! Foxy!"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

He didn't know how to answer this sentence, so he could only say in a word: "Good boy, don't swear."

Qie Yun was very angry: "Smiling so seductively, you don't know what a good person you are!"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Although Yi Xuefeng was famous in the Three Realms for his beauty back then, there were as many beauties in the Three Realms and Four Realms as there are geniuses in the river. No one would bother to remember a vase that was useless except for its beauty, even if he became a demon and died in the Immortal Dao Ceremony After gaining the limelight, not many people remember him after his death.

Those who came to participate in the Immortal Dao Ceremony were all teenage monks, and they didn't even know who Yi Xuefeng was, so the one who had seen Yi Xuefeng's face and knew his name must be his old friend a hundred years ago.

But Yi Xuefeng thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of anyone who would pretend to be herself in the Immortal Dao Ceremony.

If the identity is special and inconvenient to be exposed, anyone can easily sneak in without being discovered, so is it worth using such an eye-catching appearance?

Yi Xuefeng threw a branch into the fire, and looked at the boy with drooping eyes through the burning flames.

"Qie Yun, are you sure he's not a demon cultivator?"

Qie Yun was also extremely puzzled: "No, his aura is very strange, I can't distinguish it, if Ning Yu's cultivation level might be able to see something here."

Yi Xuefeng frowned: "But we have to stay here for a year, I can't wait so long."

And Yi Xuefeng didn't dare to imagine, if Ning Yu saw someone with the same face as him, he didn't know how he would react.

Ye Fangcao has been talking to the young man, that young man is extremely well-behaved and docile, even if Ye Fangcao asks some presumptuous questions openly, he will not get angry, and he will answer with a good temper and a gentle voice.

The more Qie Yun looked at it, the more angry he felt, and secretly blew a big breath towards the fire in front of him, and the tongue of fire was blown with a "huh" and rolled towards the boy opposite.

The young man let out an exclamation and was taken aback. He stretched his arms and took two steps back. He stared at the fierce flames in shock, his little face pale as paper.

Ye Fangcao hurriedly supported him, but when she touched his shoulder, it felt as if she had touched a block of cold ice, and she shrank back suddenly after being provoked.

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at him uneasily, with a little fear remaining in his eyes.

"Yes, there is wind."

Only then did Ye Fangcao come back to her senses, seeing the young man trembling with fright, he fiercely said to Yi Xuefeng: "Lin Fuyu, what the hell are you doing?"

Yi Xuefeng was staring at the fire in a daze, when he was attacked at first, he looked up blankly for a moment.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ye Fangcao seemed to be looking at her ignorant child, and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know, you were the one who secretly fanned me just now, even if you don't like others, you can't play childish temper like this, are you three years old? "

Yi Xuefeng looked at the wind that was still beating uncontrollably, and heard Qieyun's sniggering, and finally understood what was going on, he couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't intend to argue, so he said: "I'm sorry, I'm Unintentional."

Ye Fangcao snorted: "Don't give it to me, apologize to Xuefeng."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

After such a short time, the two actually called each other by name.

Yi Xuefeng looked at the opposite "Xuefeng" with a half-smile, when the gaze of a young deer met him, he seemed a little red in a trance, but it passed away quickly, leaving only a clear and bright piece.

"No, no, no." The young man waved his hands a little shyly, "It's not hurt, there's no need to be like this."

Ye Fangcao glared at Yi Xuefeng, her eyes were full of "Look at others before looking at you!"

Yi Xuefeng, who was several hundred years old, did not have the same knowledge as teenage children, shook his head in a good-tempered manner, and did not speak again.

The surrounding area was quiet, and from time to time there could be the roar of spirit beasts not far away and the sound of fierce flames burning in front of the fire. Ye Fangcao and "Xue Feng" talked a few words from time to time, their voices were as inaudible.

Yi Xuefeng leaned against the tree, resting her elbows on her bent knees and supporting her chin, looking lazily at the tenderly smiling boy.

Qie Yun looked at it for a long time, and said with difficulty: "Father, he..."

Yi Xuefeng: "Huh?"

Qie Yun tentatively said: "He is too...too similar."

Although he didn't finish speaking, Yi Xuefeng understood what he meant.

so similar.

Whether it's a frown, a smile, every move, or the small movements of gently placing two fingers on the knee and tapping a little bit when he doesn't want to deal with people, they all resemble Yi Xuefeng to the extreme.

Yi Xuefeng's brows became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't help pinching the fabric of the cuffs with his fingers while thinking.

The more Qie Yun looked at it, the more frightened he became: "Father, who do you think he is?"

Who can understand Yi Xuefeng to such a small state?

The two of them were thinking about it, when a cry came from the sky, Ye Fangcao's spirit beast flapped its wings and flew back lightly, landed on Ye Fangcao's shoulder and cried a few times.

Ye Fangcao, who was roasting snake meat, suddenly shook her hands and said happily, "Did you find Senior Brother Jiang?"

The spirit beast screamed again.

Ye Fangcao's expression became more and more serious, she stood up immediately, and said to Yi Xuefeng, "Brother Jiang and the others are in the sword ditch in the northwest, but fortunately they are not injured, I will take Yinghong to pick them up, and they will be there soon." return."

Yi Xuefeng made a gesture and stood up: "Then I'll be with you..."

Ye Fangcao said: "Forget it, you might as well add trouble to me, just wait here, and you'll be back in a quarter of an hour—ah! Don't bully others like you were in Hanhuai River, let's go."

He hastily warned him a few times, jumped onto Yinghong who had turned into a form, and roared away.

After the birdsong dissipated in the distance, only the sound of burning fire remained. Yi Xuefeng looked at the silent boy with his head down, tilted his head slightly, and spoke first.

"who are you?"

The young man was taken aback, raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes in doubt, and said obediently, "I...my name is Yi Xuefeng."

Yi Xuefeng suddenly found it funny, and said with a half-smile: "Really? 'Yi Xuefeng' has been dead for a hundred years in the barbaric sea of ​​flames. Are you a lonely ghost from the barren land?"

The boy's body trembled, his two fingers pinched the cuff unconsciously and kept twisting it, as if he was a little flustered.

Qie Yun almost screamed: "Father, that's exactly you!"

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that he had said the wrong thing, because Yi Xuefeng's hand was already unconsciously gripping the hilt of Qieyun's sword, and his body tensed up unconsciously.

Qie Yun immediately wanted to make amends, but before he could say anything, Yi Xuefeng said, "If he were me, then..."

He slowly got up and walked forward, looking down at the young man who resembled him to the extreme, holding the hilt of the sword tightly.

"...Then who am I?"

Although Qie Yun also wanted to swallow this fake product whole, but just now the young man's almost perfect resemblance to Yi Xuefeng made him feel a little terrified, and he unconsciously said via voice transmission: "Father, calm down, he... ...He is weird, we can't kill him right now...Father!"

Yi Xuefeng didn't wait for him to finish, and pulled out the Qieyun sword directly. After a muffled sound as the blade sliced ​​through the air, the cold blade landed an inch from the young man's neck. The strands of hair flew back as they blew.

The young man lowered his head and shook his shoulders slightly.

Yi Xue looked at him intently, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

A moment later, Yi Xuefeng raised her hand and brushed her long hair behind her ears, and a smile suddenly appeared on Lin Fuyu's icy face.

Qieyun doesn't know why.

The shoulders of the boy who had been hanging his head down seemed to be very nervous, his shoulders moved slightly, and a weak voice came out of his throat, and the voice became louder and louder, until he heard it clearly, he was surprised to find that it was him laughing low.

When the boy laughed out loud in Yi Xuefeng's obedient and gentle voice, Qie Yun had goose bumps all over his body unconsciously.

"Yi Xuefeng" raised his head slowly, a smile like a ghost suddenly appeared on that exquisite face, his pale lips were half hooked, and his eyes were also bent, both the smile and the expression were exactly the same as before , but it made Qieyun almost scared out of the human form.

Yi Xuefeng's smile deepened.

"Yi Xuefeng" tilted his head slightly, and smiled strangely: "Of course...not."

The Qieyun sword was trembling slightly, and the blade of "Yi Xuefeng" was rubbing gently against the smooth neck. Even if it touched it, no blood flowed out at all, and a layer of it formed due to the chill frost.

"Yi Xuefeng" laughed lowly, he raised his slender hand to his lips and tapped it lightly, his curved eyes opened suddenly, slowly revealing a pair of scarlet evil eyes.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, someone still remembers this name." The demon cultivator said lightly, "And he is still a boy under 20 years old, Lin...Lin Fuyu..."

He got up slowly, not paying attention to the sharp blade on his neck at all. Yi Xuefeng didn't intend to kill him for the time being, and raised the sword in his hand following his posture.

Moxiu looked at him with great interest: "As expected of the little fairy of Hanhuai River."

Yi Xuefeng looked at the frost on Qieyun's blade, his eyes turned cold.

"Are you a savage?"

Moxiu shook his head, looked at him softly, and said indifferently: "You haven't known my details, Lin Fuyu, in this world, the more you know, the faster you die. You are a smart person, you should know I mean, huh?"

His low "hmm" voice was unfamiliar yet familiar, which made Yi Xuefeng's heart ache instinctively, and she took a step back unconsciously, looking at him with some confusion.

The Qieyun sword in his hand was lightly pinched by the demon cultivator, and the ice spread and slowly formed.

Yi Xuefeng: "You..."

The next moment, the spirit beast screamed, and Ye Fangcao fell from the sky, roaring: "Lin Fuyu, give me the sword... put it down!"

Qie Yun: "Father! Be careful!"

He instantly transformed into a human form and threw Yi Xuefeng who hadn't recovered from his senses to the side, narrowly avoiding Ye Fangcao's blow.

After Ye Fangcao fell to the ground, she protected the demon behind her back, and a long feather in her hand flicked towards Yi Xuefeng, as if to flick him away.

After Yi Xuefeng was thrown by Qieyun and stood firm, her body almost instinctively grasped the hilt of Qieyun's sword that had instantly turned into its true form, and swung the sword away without blinking.

Seeing the flash of the sword light, he actually shaved off the oncoming feathers in an instant, leaving only a bare feather shaft.

Ye Fangcao: "..."

Ye Fangcao didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to push him away and talk better, but Yi Xuefeng shaved a good magic weapon in an instant.

Master Ye was pinching the bare magic weapon, his fingers were trembling, tears were about to fall.

Yi Xuefeng carried the sword on his back in a graceful manner, only then did he realize what he had done.

Xu knew that the man was disguised by Moxiu, Yi Xuefeng completely let go of the boulder that had been hanging in his heart, and he was relieved that there was no trace.

Ye Fangcao finally came back to her senses and cursed angrily, "Lin Fuyu! Are you crazy?!"

Yi Xuefeng said indifferently: "He is a demon cultivator."

Ye Fangcao said angrily: "I didn't ask you this, what did you do to cut off my magic weapon without saying a word, this is the best feather on Yinghong's body, after you cut this off me... Wait? You Who is the magic cultivator?"

Yi Xuefeng pointed to Moxiu behind him.

Ye Fangcao looked back.

"Yi Xuefeng" looked pale, shrunk his shoulders and trembled slightly, the scarlet magic pupils had changed back at some point, and the amber eyes were already filled with tears, looking quite frightened.

Looking closely, there was actually a scar on his slender neck, blood dripped out densely, slightly staining the collar of his white shirt red.

——No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pitiful little being bullied, not to mention Yi Xuefeng's pitiful appearance, which makes people feel distressed.

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

This demon cultivator... seems to have changed his face a little too quickly.

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