Sweet as candy

That night, Mu Yunyi who had already left quietly came back again.

Xue Shiji was shocked when he heard the words. The day was so chaotic that he forgot to tell the guards at the gate that Mu Yunyi was not allowed to enter this place from now on.

He was afraid that Xiao Lang would make trouble again if he found out, so he had no choice but to go into Mu Yunyi's original room and take a look around without telling him.The house still maintained the appearance before he left, and everything was completely in its original position. Xue Shiji couldn't figure out what he was doing when he came back, but Xiao Lang had already heard the news.

When Xue Shiji was about to go out, he ran into him head-on, saw his expressionless face, and was so flustered that he didn't know where to put his hands.

Xiao Lang glanced at him, didn't ask why he kept it from him, and went into the room to scan around.

Xue Shiji watched him move the same as before, but he found nothing, so he cautiously asked, "Brother Xiao, what did he come back for?"

Xiao Lang closed his eyes.

The bamboo hat on the table was gone.

"It's okay, just come and get a little thing of no importance."

Since that day, the name Amu has become a tacit taboo for everyone.I don't know how Xue Shiji told everyone, but no matter whether it was whitewashing or telling the truth, no one mentioned the news of this person again.

After Xue Shiji listened to Eleven's words that day, he didn't show any abnormality. Brother Xiao was still ahead of Brother Xiao and Brother Xiao was short every day, as if there was no gap.After Shiyi woke up, he refused to reveal the news of the first-line fame, and committed suicide by taking poison.

Xiao Lang had no choice but to focus on the unsolved strange case. Since Mu Yunyi left, the smile on his face has become less and less day by day. Every time the county master heard that he was coming, he could not help showing a look of fear. look.

At this moment, Song Fengqing sent a letter from Feige, calling him back to the headquarters of the Wulin League.

Xiao Lang counted the time, and before he knew it, there was only less than a year left before the next martial arts conference.

Song Fengqing had high hopes for him, and it was indeed time for him to enter the headquarters in advance to prepare.Xiao Lang thought for a moment, and then told everyone the news. Xue Shiji only felt that Jiangnan was a place that only added to Xiao Lang's sadness, so he was naturally overjoyed when he heard the words.

He wished he could pack up his things and leave immediately, but Xiao Lang held him down: "Wait another two days."

Xue Shiji looked at him puzzled, Xiao Lang smiled: "I want to go to a place first, and we will set off in two days."

Seeing him finally smiling again, Xue Shiji felt much happier, and obediently helped Aunt Zhang pack his things without asking where he was going.

Xiao Lang rode away after handing over the task. No one knew where he was going. He didn't bring a package or even any silver with him, but his expression was rarely relaxed.

The magic altar.

The morning fog hadn't dissipated, and the drowsiness hadn't disappeared, and the demon disciple on duty in front of the gate was drowsy.

Just after yawning, a gust of fresh wind blew by, the disciple was startled, and turned around, saying, "Who!"

A man in blue was standing in front of him with picturesque eyes.

"If you're so lethargic early in the morning, aren't you afraid of someone taking advantage of your loopholes to break in?"

When the disciple saw the face of the other party clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then beamed with joy: "Master!"

Xiao Lang smiled faintly, and patted his head: "Where's my brother?"

"The leader will talk to Feng Xiao later." After Xiao Lang traveled abroad, he rarely had the chance to go home, so the disciples in the sect were eager to chat with him more when they saw him.While showing him the way, the disciple asked attentively, "How is the young master recently? I heard that the young master helped put down the locust plague in Pingyi before. We all want to go up and help."

Xiao Lang smiled and said: "It's still the same, it seems that the church has been very quiet recently, you all want to run outside."

The disciple laughed and said, "Where is it? I'm all worried about the young master. But we all know that with the young master's ability, such a small matter must not be a problem!"

While the two were talking, they had already reached a small courtyard, and the disciple made a "please" gesture to him and retreated.

There were occasional voices in the courtyard, Xiao Lang supported the courtyard wall with one hand, lowered his head to sort out his emotions for a while, then smiled again, pushed the door open and entered.

There were two people sitting opposite each other in the courtyard. Seeing someone enter through the door without reporting, they looked over in unison.

Seeing Xiao Lang, the man in red on the left was taken aback for a moment, then stood up with a smile: "Hero Xiao is coming, why don't you say something in advance."

Xiao Lang smiled lightly: "Brother."

The man in red has the same face as Xiao Lang's, he is Xiao Lang's twin brother Feng Ji.

"It is said that there is no need to go to the Three Treasures Palace, so what kind of trouble has our hero Xiao encountered?"

Another man at the side nodded towards Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang sat down in front of the two, poured himself a glass of water freely, and said after drinking, "Can't it be because I miss you?"

Feng Ji stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "You smile really ugly."

The man next to him paused, seeing that the two of them fell silent together, and retreated out tactfully.

Feng Ji poured another glass of water for him, and said slowly: "Tell me, put on a smiling face uglier than crying, who bullied you?"

Xiao Lang rubbed his face, helplessly said: "No."

"Just don't talk about it." Feng Ji snorted: "I told you already, the seat of Wulin League is a big trouble, you insist on meddling, now you know how uncomfortable it is?"

The twin brothers of the two have the same mind, Xiao Lang knew that this was his brother's unique way of making him happy, he smiled softly: "I can't help it, didn't you say it, I'm a stubborn ass."

Feng Ji chuckled, looked at him for a while, and finally reached out and rubbed his head: "How many days do you plan to stay when you come back this time?"

"I can't hold it anymore, the leader told me to leave immediately for the headquarters of the Wulin League, and I will go back later." Xiao Lang said: "I just came to talk to you, so that you won't worry."

Feng Ji narrowed his eyes, not really believing his words.Xiao Lang propped his chin, regardless of his probing eyes, talking to him about the family affairs.

He stayed in the Devil's Cult for lunch, and stretched himself until the sun was setting: "I'm going back."

"I'll see you off." Feng Ji stood up, but was stopped by him: "Forget it, it will be troublesome for others to see."

Feng Ji said indifferently: "I can wear a mask."

Xiao Lang shook his head: "You should stay here."

He unloaded his sword from his waist, coughed, looked like he was afraid of being scolded for doing something wrong, and whispered: "That... Dichen will stay here for now..."

Feng Ji immediately knew something was wrong, pulled out Dichen in front of him and looked at it, and frowned: "What's going on?"

Xiao Lang rubbed his hands uneasily, Feng Ji stroked the scratches on the sword with his fingertips, his eyes forced him: "How did you hurt it like this?"

Dichen was the magical weapon he sent out on Xiao Lang's 16th birthday. Xiao Lang has always cared for him extremely, and he has never seen the sword wounded like this.

No wonder he would go home, so he was really in trouble?

Seeing him checking the blade repeatedly, Xiao Lang sighed: "When stabbing into the cliff wall, I accidentally drew it."

Feng Ji put the sword back into its sheath, and said coldly: "The cliff?"

"I accidentally fell down during the fight, and I relied on it to support me for a while." The more Xiao Lang said, his voice became lower and lower: "Fortunately, Sichen is strong enough..."

Feng Ji's eyes could already eat people, he looked at his precious brother, and repeated word by word: "Fall?"

Xiao Lang smiled wryly, he knew well that Feng Ji would not let it go if he knew the reason, so he could only say: "Didn't I appear in front of you alive and well?"

Feng Ji said coldly: "Xiao Lang, I have told you many times, if you encounter difficult things, the Devil's Cult will always be your best choice."

At this time, the more he resisted, the stronger his anger became, so Xiao Lang said along the way: "I know, next time... no, this kind of thing won't happen again."

Feng Ji snorted, Xiao Lang's temper has always been extremely stubborn, even if he said thousands of times, he would not obey obediently: "Put the dust here, I will go to visit the person who made it in the first place. But ugly words Up front, I don't know if I can restore it to how it was before."

Hearing his tone loosen, Xiao Lang secretly laughed in his heart and said: Regardless of whether it can be repaired or not, this test at home is considered over.It is better to confess as soon as possible, if he finds out in the future, he will have to be taught a lesson.

No matter what happened outside, returning to the Demon Cult always gave him the most at ease feeling.

Xiao Lang stayed in the Devil's Cult for a long time, and felt much better.On the contrary, it was Feng Ji who stayed in the courtyard to carefully inspect Dichen, recalling what Xiao Lang said when he came, he couldn't help but said angrily: He said he was fine, obviously he just caused trouble for me.