Outside the Taixu Palace, Li Chuyi, who was sent out by the Hundred Tribulations Daoist with a palm, sat on the steps carved from white jade, and kept sighing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He's worried!

He was still in a good mood, and he felt that he could finally live a happy life, but before leaving, he learned that he had been promised a condition on his behalf, and he would help the funeral king in the future, how could he not be worried?

Although I had such a grand wish in my heart to accept the burial king as a gatekeeper in the future, it was just to think about it and make myself feel refreshed. From the bottom of his heart, Li Chuyi never wanted to see that place again.

For the Hundred Tribulation Daoist who promised on his behalf, Li Chuyi's heart was still very resentful. But thinking about such a dangerous situation, he still clearly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he saw that the Hundred Tribulation Daoist seemed to have gradually defeated the old monster of the Burial King, and if he was still awake, he must have agreed.

With a sad face, he thought of the sentence "wait until the right time" said by the Hundred Tribulation Daoist, and felt a little comforted in his heart.

What is the right time?

I don't know.

But Li Chuyi knew that according to the cultivation of the old monster who was about to turn to ashes at the fossil level of the Burial King, it was estimated that he wanted to be able to "help", and it was estimated that it was still a very distant thing. At least, there should be no problems in the near future.

Besides, he has already come out, the sky is high and the birds can fly, if he doesn't want to go, who can force him to fail?

He was happy again, and he couldn't help but fantasize about a happy life in the future. Will that big beauty Xue Qing be surprised when she sees herself? Will that little girl Xiao Yu who throws flattering eyes at herself pounce directly? There are also those other disciples, no matter how you say it, they are half of their benefactors, and they will give themselves some thank-you gifts or something, right?

Thinking of the cold-faced uncle again, it seemed that he was called Ye Zhichen, and he would have to stay with such an ice cube in the future, Li Chuyi couldn't help but feel depressed again.

"I must find an opportunity to discuss with Sister Xueqing, and let her find a way to take me out!" gritting his teeth, Li Chuyi secretly made up his mind.

The two monks on duty stood quietly beside them, silently looking at Li Chuyi, secretly guessing his origin. At first, they secretly guessed whether this little fat man was a descendant of the Hundred Tribulation Daoists, but when they heard the little fat man say "uncle" before leaving, the two immediately guessed that it should be the master of the little fat man who was the deceased of their ancestor.

Looking at Li Chuyi's face changing with joy, gritted teeth, and sadness, the two were secretly surprised that his face changed so quickly without the support of mana. Fu thought of the proposal of the Hundred Tribulation Ancestor Fang Cai, saying that he wanted Ye Zhichen of the Divine Sword Peak to take care of him, which made the two of them secretly shocked in their hearts.

You must know that Ye Zhichen is the peak master of Divine Sword Peak, and although there are many disciples in Divine Sword Peak, none of them are his. Ye Zhichen is an outlier in the Taixu Palace and even the entire Tianmen Mountain, he never says anything with a cold face, he has a cold personality, he never accepts disciples, and there are not even a few servants who clean his house. He will always be single, and no one will enter.

Now that the ancestor didn't know what to think, he actually asked Ye Zhichen to take care of a leather child, both of them felt incredible when they thought about it, and they believed that with Ye Zhichen's character, he would definitely refuse.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came, and the two of them looked back and saw that it was Ye Zhichen. Seeing that his face was cold, and his eyes were faintly revealing murderous intent, the two couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts, and secretly thought, "You won't kill anyone, right?"

Li Chuyi didn't have the cultivation of the two of them, and he didn't notice it until Ye Zhichen approached. Raising his head to look at Ye Zhichen, whose face was full of vicissitudes, Li Chuyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Big brother, have you negotiated with my uncle?" Can I go to Sister Xueqing?"

Ye Zhichen, who had already restrained his killing intent, frowned when he heard this, looked at Li Chuyi, and asked coldly, "What do you call me?"

"Big brother!" Li Chuyi rolled his eyes, "Look, your name is the Hundred Tribulation Daoist Ancestor, and my name is the Hundred Tribulation Daoist Uncle, it stands to reason that I am older than you, you should also call me Uncle Sheng or Uncle Ancestor or something, even if the Hundred Tribulation Daoist is your master or uncle, then we are also brothers." So, is it wrong for me to call you big brother?"

Looking at Li Chuyi, who was messing around, Ye Zhichen looked at his face carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had some similarities with her. Coupled with the appearance of her eyes rolling around and her stomach being bad, and imagining the eccentric appearance when she played tricks on herself, Ye Zhichen couldn't help but move his eyes slightly, revealing a little softness.

When Li Chu saw this, he was startled, and thought: "This uncle can't be a pervert, right? I am so disgusting that he doesn't get angry and doesn't say anything, his eyes are even much softer, is he born to be scolded? Well, when the Taoist priest comes, he must let him calculate!"

Gathering his mind, Ye Zhichen looked at Li Chuyi, who was looking at him with a strange face, and after being slightly silent, a smile melted on his cold face, and said, "Don't be naughty." My name is Ye Zhichen, you can call me Uncle Ye. I have had several encounters with your master, and I will take care of you before your master comes. ”

After speaking, he even rubbed Li Chuyi's head a little dotingly. Li Chuyi's hair stood on end when he rubbed it, and his face was even more weird and frightened. Looking at Ye Zhichen dumbfounded, Li Chuyi couldn't help but secretly think: "It's so disgusting that he still laughs, can't he really be a pervert?"

And the two monks on duty next to him were already stupid. After so many years in the Taixu Palace, not to mention them, in the entire Tianxu Palace and even in Tianmen Mountain, how many people have seen Ye Zhichen, the peak master of Shenjian Peak, laugh? Not only did he smile, but he even rubbed the head of this little fat man! Who didn't know that Ye Zhichen had seen blood with his hand, which of the heads that his hands had touched in the past was not cut off by him with a sword and carried in his hands? And now Ye Zhichen would even rub other people's heads like he was spoiling his juniors?

Could it be that this little fat man is Ye Zhichen's illegitimate son?

The faces of the two monks on duty did not change, but the fire of gossip in their hearts had already been ignited. There is no way, if it were someone else, it would not be like this with their cultivation state of mind, but this is Ye Zhichen! The ruthless sword saint Ye Zhichen, who is known as "Heavenly Dao has lovers and is ruthless"!

Ye Zhichen, who didn't know what the three of them were thinking, put away his smile slightly, and said in a kind way: "Shenjian Peak is quite far away from here, presumably you are tired all the way, let's set off here." When you get there, you can rest first, and I'll inform Xue Qing of your news later, so that she can come to see you. ”

Li Chuyi asked with some struggle: "Do I have to live with you?"

Ye Zhichen's face turned cold, and he glared and said, "It's not big or small, if you want to call Aunt Xueqing, or Aunt Qing, you can't call it Sister." ”

"However, Sister Xueqing is very young, and he will be angry if she calls her aunt. My master said that when a woman is angry, it is the most terrible thing, even more than the heavenly calamity!" Li Chuyi said dissatisfied.

Ye Zhichen stagnated slightly, and had a headache. He was not good at words before, and later after his personality changed greatly, he was withdrawn for many years. Now that I have met a bear child like Li Chuyi, how can I not have a headache?

So, his face turned slightly cold, he glared at Li Chuyi and said solemnly: "I said no, I don't allow! I want to call Aunt Qing, do you hear?"

"Yes, Uncle Ye. ”

Li Chuyi was originally a little afraid of this cold-faced middle-aged man, how dare he say no when he saw him with such a face. Although he secretly slandered this middle-aged man who was unsympathetic, he hurriedly put on a well-behaved face and agreed sweetly.

Nodding with satisfaction, he nodded slightly at the two monks on duty who were on the side with respectful faces but had already been in turmoil, and as soon as Ye Zhichen's sword finger came out, he saw that the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of his body, and after circling around him for a week, it quietly grew larger, floating in front like a flat boat.

Stretched out his hand and pulled Li Chuyi onto the sword, and with a slight urge under his feet, the flying sword turned into a glimpse and disappeared into the sea of clouds in an instant.

On the flying sword, Li Chuyi sat silently behind Ye Zhichen, feeling sad in his heart about the miserable life he might face in the future.

And Ye Zhichen in front of him had his back to Li Chuyi, and on Li Chuyi's face, a complex color floated on it, and tears of faint memories flashed in his eyes.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of that shadow.

"Your name is Ye Zhichen?"

"In the future, I'll call you Xiao Yezi, seeing that you are so young and have such a handsome face, how can you call Ye Zhichen such an old-fashioned name?"

"Why do you call you Brother Ye? How do you know that I am younger than you? Why don't you call me Sister Xue Ling? I call you Xiao Yezi, I am angry with you, hahahaha~~~"

The laughter like a silver bell seemed to still linger in his ears, and finally turned into that soft sigh.

"Brother Ye, farewell. If there is an afterlife, we will meet again. ”

A drop of crystal water suddenly appeared in the air, and then was blown away by the wind into countless small water droplets, floating in the air, faintly glowing with crystal brilliance.

Silently staring at the white clouds in front of him, Ye Zhichen said silently in his heart: "Ling'er, it was my lifelong regret that I couldn't save you back then. Now that your son has come to me, I will definitely take care of him. ”

"You, don't worry!"

The white clouds in the distance seemed to have turned into a white-clothed figure, smiling and nodding at Ye Zhifan on the flying sword. In the light breeze blowing, Ye Zhichen seemed to hear the familiar, silver-bell-like laughter.