"Brother Chen, let's go to the mountains to chop wood together?" It was a slightly childish voice, with a slight hint of unease. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiao An, I'm sorry, I've already cut everything I need, you can go by yourself!" Looking at the familiar voice outside the window, Fengchen sighed softly in his heart, and at the same time, he also forcibly held back the emotions surging in his chest and declined.

"Huh? In that case, I'll find someone else to go with me! The childish voice was a little lost, but he could only turn away.

"Brother Chen, let's go to the mountains to soak in the hot springs, can I help you rub your back? Yesterday I rubbed my father's back, and he kept saying it was very comfortable! The scene seems to have changed again, but the immature voice has not changed in the slightest, only the content of the words has changed.

"Soaking in hot springs seems like a good suggestion, but I happened to be scratched by a wild beast on the mountain these days, and I don't seem to be able to do this kind of thing!" Fengchen lied with a little blush, but the meaning was still very clear: to reject the immature voice.

"Ah, Brother Chen, have you taken some medicine well, do you want me to get you some medicine to help you?" The immature voice was a little panicked, and it seemed that he was very concerned about Fengchen's injury, and he didn't suspect that Fengchen was lying to him.

"No, no need, the wounds are all places I can touch, so I don't need Xiao An!" Fengchen continued to refuse.

"In that case, Brother Chen, you should recuperate well, and I will come to play with you in a few days!" The childish voice faded away.

"Well, it looks like I'm dreaming, but I'm still nostalgic!" Looking at the scenes emerging in front of him, Fengchen was confused for a while, and then relieved: maybe he is now in a dream for a long time.

As a cultivator, the time spent sleeping is the same as the time spent meditating and cultivating. In fact, once you step into the ranks of cultivators and become a real cultivator, you basically say goodbye to dreams, because there is no chance to dream at all.

And this time, it was rare to be dizzy, and Fengchen also had a dream for a long time, dreaming of a familiar existence.

"Xiao An!" Fengchen read this name softly, very familiar, almost for the past ten years, Fengchen has to read it once in his heart every day, or the name in his mouth. It's not because of how important this person is to Fengchen, it's just because the owner of this name, the child who is two years younger than Fengchen, is entangled in Fengchen almost every day.

"Anyway, when I left, I didn't say goodbye to Xiao An!" In retrospect, when he left the phantom array, the only thing he saw was Zhou's mother, who was the biological mother, but Xiao An disappeared completely with the appearance of the phantom array.

"It seems that I haven't agreed to it once, but what about his invitation!" Thinking back to everything in the past, thinking of this child who always loves to be around him, comes to his cabin every day, wants to go out to play with himself, or is working, Fengchen has an inexplicable sense of guilt: Xiao An, probably the person who has deceived Fengchen the most in his life.

And it is the person who has deceived him the most, but he is the one who believes in himself the most, inexplicably ironic.

"Perhaps, give me another chance, and I'll agree to that kid's invitation!" Fengchen can only reverie, but it is useless, after all, "It was just an illusion, and now it is completely gone!" Fengchen laughed at himself.

"I said, although I don't mind listening to it any longer, if you knew for yourself that I heard your dreams clearly, I am afraid that you would have the heart to kill me, right? So, you better get straight up! An unfamiliar voice appeared in Fengchen's ears.

"Huh? Who! The nerves suddenly tensed, after all, what he heard was an unfamiliar voice, and under this startle, his divine sense immediately noticed that right next to him, an unusually powerful figure existed, but it was unusually strange.

Suddenly opened his eyes, not bothering to confirm the true identity of this figure, Fengchen slammed his left hand.

"Ouch!" A strong sense of powerlessness struck, and his left hand didn't even have the strength to support his body, so he just softened directly. Because of this, Fengchen fell into the ground and ate a stomach full of dust and gravel.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I won't do anything to you!" A soft spiritual power appeared under Feng Chen's body, helping Feng Chen, who was lying on the ground and almost unable to move, while barely sitting up, the unfamiliar voice said with a slight smile.

"What the hell are you? How could it be you?!!! Just at the mercy of spiritual power, Fengchen opened his mouth and was about to ask about the identity of the other party, but his body was slowly straightened by spiritual power, and the figure of the other party slowly appeared in front of Fengchen's eyes, which surprised Fengchen.

With thick long fiery red hair, a cold appearance, and involuntary wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows, he is not angry but mighty.

The person who appeared in front of Feng Chen at this moment was the young master of the Yan family in Yanlun City, Yan Potian, the cultivator of the Seven Transformation Cultivators of the Gathering Spirit.

"Why can't it be me?" Yan Potian smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked Fengchen rhetorically, which immediately made Fengchen speechless.

Why can't it be a flame? Since Yan Potian is also a participant in this third level test, it is naturally not completely impossible for him to appear here. It's just, "You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here, yes,"

"It's that idiot young master from Tianhai City, right?" Yan Potian directly grabbed the wind and dust and said it.

"That's right, it's that idiot young master from Tianhai City! Wait, have you seen him? Fengchen nodded without thinking, and then reacted to something, the corners of his eyebrows furrowed, and asked Yan Potian a little tentatively.

And the news from Yan Potian's mouth was also very simple: "That's right, I did see him!" ”

"So you saved both of us?" The corners of Fengchen's eyebrows furrowed again, and he asked a little unnaturally.

Although it seems that this is indeed the case, Fengchen does not really want to accept such an outcome. After all, the relationship between them and Yan Potian is not so clear, and it is really a bit troublesome to be saved by the other party at this time.

Speaking of this, Fengchen also suddenly realized another question: "By the way, picking stars?" Where is the star? ”

I didn't care about listening to Yan Potian's answer, after all, the answer was already obvious, but Fengchen was very concerned about Caixing's current situation: although he had not recovered, he had just been investigated by his divine sense, and no trace of anyone else was found around.

This means that the star picking, which should have been with the wind and dust, is gone.

However, without waiting for Fengchen to turn his head to look at the surrounding situation, he only heard a "card rub", a crisp sound of bone twisting sounded, Fengchen sprained his neck very tragically, and the whole person screamed in pain, and he rolled his eyes when he saw it.

"You're still seriously injured, it's best to lie down and don't move!" Although it was a word of concern, when Yan Potian said this, it felt awkward not to say it, and the tone was quite stiff, and it couldn't play its original role at all.

"If you want to say it, you should have said it earlier, now that I'm like this, where can I move around?" The neck was sprained, and what followed was a sour joint pain all over the body, which almost made Fengchen faint in pain, and he couldn't help but gasp, squeezing out such a sentence from between his teeth, expressing his innocence to Yan Potian. But at the same time, Fengchen has not forgotten the problem of star picking.

"Have you seen the stars? He should be nearby! Although he was a little reluctant, Fengchen still asked Yan Potian. Compared with some meaningless insistence, this time is more important than the life of a companion! Although this companion can't be completely counted as a part of Aochen, if he doesn't save himself from seeing death like this, Fengchen himself can't help it.

"Picking stars? In your mercenary group, that half-elf archer, right? I haven't seen it! Yan Potian replied.

"Could it be that he was taken away by that guy?" Hearing Yan Potian say that he hadn't seen Caixing, Fengchen couldn't help but think about it. If Yan Potian wasn't lying, that is to say, when Yan Potian came here, he didn't find any trace of star picking.

It wasn't certain how Yan Potian met the young cultivator when he arrived here, maybe it was when the young cultivator had just imprisoned Cai Xing and was about to take himself away. Therefore, Yan Potian only saved himself, but did not notice the existence of Cai Xing, so naturally it was even more impossible to save Cai Xing.

After thinking of this, Fengchen did not hesitate to ask Yan Potian for confirmation, but the answer he got surprised him?

"Taken away by that idiot young master? That's impossible! Yan Potian directly vetoed Fengchen's opinion.

"Why can't it be, you don't know if he has this means, do you? How can you be so decided... Thinking that Yan Potian was just saying it casually, Fengchen said in a hurry, but halfway through the words, he was directly blocked back by Yan Potian's next sentence, and he couldn't say a word: "Impossible is impossible, even if that idiot young master has that kind of move, it's the same!" Because, that guy has already been killed by me, even if he has this kind of move, he will definitely not be able to take people away! ”

"Kill, you killed him?" Fengchen was a little dumbfounded, and some couldn't believe his ears.

Although he didn't know much about the young cultivators, Feng Chen at least knew that Yanlun City had come to such a scourge from the second-rate city of Tianhai City. And this scourge, where he lives in this Yanlun City, is the Yan family of the overlord family of Yanlun City.

In other words, a young cultivator can almost be equated with the Yan family, and the two are inseparable.

But under such a relationship, now the young master of the Yan family, Yan Potian, told Fengchen that the young cultivator was killed by him, how could this make Fengchen not surprised? He even blurted out a question: "Killed?" Are you crazy? ”

As soon as he said it, he immediately blocked his mouth, and Fengchen almost had the urge to slap his mouth: this is completely kicking his nose in the face! Yan Potian was just a little polite to him, but he didn't even dare to say such a thing. If Yan Potian is unhappy, he doesn't need to trouble at all, and he can easily solve him in this state.

Of course, what Fengchen didn't know was that even if he was in his heyday, it would be easy for him to do it under Yan Potian.

"Crazy? No, that guy won't die, and I won't have the face to go back to Yan's house! To Fengchen's surprise, Yan Potian was not angry, and said such a sentence very plainly, which made Fengchen a little unexpected, and his face calmed down.

"Probably, that arrogant guy, when he lived in the Yan family, he didn't die less!" After thinking about it for a while, Fengchen figured out the mystery clearly: according to the character of the young cultivator, it was hard to imagine that the people of the Yan family would not be tortured at the hands of the young cultivator.

"If that's the case, that's acceptable!" Out of grievances against the family, Yan Potian killed the young cultivator, and this reason Feng Chen felt that it was still reasonable, "Eh, wait a minute, now is not the time to think about this," he found that his attention had gone astray again, and at the same time that Feng Chen was excited, he couldn't help but look at Yan Potian again.

"Even if you kill that guy, it doesn't mean that the disappearance of the star picker has nothing to do with that guy, right?"

"Not really!" Yan Potian nodded very frankly, making Fengchen who was surprised by this stunned.

"But," without waiting for Fengchen to react, Yan Potian's next words made Fengchen completely shocked: "Even if I can't be sure of this, I can guarantee one thing, your companion is indeed not here!" Of course, if the companions you are referring to in your words also include illusions, then it is different! I did find a vision, but I killed it! ”

"What's going on, Vision?" Fengchen was a little dazed, and Yan Potian's words made him completely confused.

"I didn't find your companion, but I did find an illusion that was almost identical to your half-elf companion! Of course, it's impossible for you to see this vision, because I've killed it too! Yan Potian explained.

"You're saying that the star I came across was an illusion? How is it possible, the two of us are fighting side by side together, and he," finally figured out the meaning of Yan Potian's words, Fengchen's first reaction was not to believe it, and he wanted to refute it, but he was blocked by Yan Potian's other words: "I said it's an illusion, it's an illusion, those of you who are familiar with him may be mistaken, but I won't!" ”

"Then you can tell me why you can conclude that it is an illusion?" Seeing that Yan Potian was a little unreasonable, Fengchen was also angry.

"There is no real body, all of them are composed of spiritual power, this kind of illusion cannot be recognized by you cultivators who have gathered the spirit of the six transformations, but don't think that when I reach the seven changes of the spirit gathering, I will not be able to recognize it! Of course, you may not believe it, and you may even suspect that I am also a phantus or something, and that's up to you, and I'm not going to make you believe it anyway! Yan Potian didn't care about the Tao.

And the more this attitude is, the more Fengchen feels that what Yan Potian said is true. But I also have to pay more attention to Yan Potian's sentence: The Yan Potian in front of him is also fake, although this Yan Potian saved himself.

If he is true, then Yan Potian is also true, and if he is fake, then this Yan Potian is also fake.

The real criterion for judging lies in whether Fengchen himself is true or false.

"You don't suspect that you're a false illusion yourself, right?" As if seeing the confusion of the wind and dust, Yan Potian smiled.

"So what?" Fengchen said without hesitation.

"If that's the case, then I can tell you how to tell it!" Yan Potian said.

"How?" Fengchen's eyes lit up, and he became interested in Yan Potian's words.

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