After more than 3,000 years of condensation, Fan Xueyi's scattered souls have gradually become complete, and she has begun to recover the ability of a divine practitioner, and because of this, she was able to summon a ghost sacrifice in a hurry, so as to be instantly perceived by the demon, and in the same way, now she sees the soul fragment after Dong Han's death, the soul fragment with the thought of her.

"Xue'er, what's wrong with you, what do you see?" Shang Zao asked.

Fan Xueyi suddenly felt a headache and fell into Zao's arms.

"Cher?" Shang Zao called out with some concern.

Divine Practitioner...... Soul Fragments......

Fan Xueyi vaguely remembered something, but like a TV set with a bad signal in the nineties, the picture was extremely blurry and fleeting, just as she remembered medical science, and she should have remembered that the soul of a divine practitioner was quite different from others, but because she was a divine practitioner, she couldn't remember it.

When the headache was slightly relieved, Fan Xueyi gently pushed it away, shook her head and said, "I'm fine." ”

Shang Zao was a little uneasy, and wanted to ask carefully, but a maid's knock sounded outside the door: "Young master, are you up?"

Shang Zao let go of the hand that was ringing on Fan Xueyi's waist, and Fan Xueyi took two steps back and flew up the beam.

"Come in!" After confirming that Fan Xueyi had already hidden, Shang Zao shouted outside the door.

The maid pushed the door in with Qing Shui, and just put it down, she said early: "Go out!"

"Yes. The maid obediently agreed and withdrew.

Shang Zao turned his head to Fan Xueyi on the beam and said, "Come down and wash up." ”

Fan Xue flew down, came to the basin, looked at the towel folded on the edge of the basin, and hesitated. After he found out earlier, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A basin of water, a towel. Fan Xueyi stretched out her finger and pointed at Shang Zao and then at herself, "Two people." ”

Shang Zao smiled suddenly, and said indifferently: "What is this?"

Fan Xueyi also chuckled at her own formality and said, "If you don't care, I don't care." After finishing speaking, he took off the mask on his face and put it aside, picked up a puff of water and began to wash his face, and then opened the towel and wiped his face.

Fan Xueyi opened the towel into a long strip and handed it to Shang Zao, pointed to the dry side and said, "Here, I'm useless." ”

Shang Zao took the towel and put it aside, then washed his face, picked up the towel and wiped it, and did not deliberately divide which side was used by Fan Xueyi and which side was useless.

"The maid will bring breakfast in a while, and last night's bathtub should be cleaned up, so you can go and hide on the beam for a while. ”

"No need. Fan Xueyi refused, "Although I have a seven-day appointment with the owner of Shang Zhuang, what if Fan Qingyun does not die after seven days?

Shang Zao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Fan Xueyi: "What do you want to do?"

"I can't put all my hope in your father. Van Xueyi stared into Zao's eyes and gently pushed his hand away.

At the moment when Fan Xueyi turned to leave, Shang Zao hurriedly spoke: "Will you come back tonight?"

The words were a little ambiguous, Fan Xueyi immediately stopped, a little embarrassed, and said after adjusting her emotions slightly: "If there is a safer place than here." ”

After Fan Xueyi finished speaking, she didn't stop anymore, and after opening the door, the smoke disappeared, leaving Shang Zao alone to stand at the door and feel the oncoming autumn wind, and smile incomprehensibly.

September is already autumn twilight, and the wind is getting sharper and colder.

In the early morning, the busyness that Fan Xueyi heard had long passed, and the Liuyun Sect was a little deserted at this time, when sneaking in the Liuyun Sect, suddenly, Fan Xueyi saw a figure coming in front of her, she immediately hid in the corner, and then cautiously leaned out, and came in front of a disciple of the Liuyun Sect with a white cloth belt...... Bunraku.

Fan Xue thought slightly, suddenly appeared in front of her, and covered Wenle's mouth with lightning speed and pulled him aside.

Bunraku reacted very quickly, almost at the same time as Fan Xueyi grabbed him, he reached out and grabbed Fan Xueyi's wrist, and broke it hard, Fan Xueyi was in pain, couldn't help frowning, biting his lip and holding back a cry of pain.

Just when Wenle turned around and was about to perform spiritual magic, he recognized that the person in front of him was Fan Xueyi, and quickly stopped, fortunately Wenle was not a disciple who firmly stood on Fan Qingyun's side and obeyed, if so, he directly captured Fan Xueyi to see Fan Qingyun.

For Fan Xueyi to appear in the Liuyun Sect, Wen Le was obviously very surprised, "Second Miss, how are you?"

"Shhhhhh

"Okay. Bunraku opened his mouth and agreed, "I'm just going to see Senior Brother." As he spoke, he looked at his empty hand, and quickly looked back, and where Van Sheila had walked away from him just now, there was a bamboo basket, a bamboo basket with incense, paper money, and books.

Wenle looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no one, he walked over and picked up the bamboo basket on the ground, glanced at Fan Xueyi who was hiding in the dark, and walked straight out.

Fan Xue understood and quietly followed.

Even if I understand in my heart that what I said is true, what I buried in the earth is just the body of the cold winter, but just like the people in the world who know that all the prosperous power is an empty place that life does not bring to death, but they still flock to it, the tomb of the cold winter, Fan Xueyi must go to worship, otherwise his heart is uneasy.

They exited the Liuyun Sect through the side gate and followed the mountain road to an open place in the forest.

Under the shadow of the tree, the two newly piled graves were close together, and there was not even a tombstone, but in front of the grave on the left, a shiny long sword was inserted, and a few dead leaves were scattered on the grave, which looked very desolate.

Fan Xueyi's eyes couldn't help but moisten, she choked up and asked, "Wenle, which of these two is the winter cold and which one is the one managed by Mr. Xu?"

"This one with a sword, I recognize this sword, this is the first sword that the master gave to the senior brother, the eldest brother's baby is tight, and he is reluctant to use it on weekdays. Wenle said and stepped forward, knelt down in front of the grave, took out the incense from the bamboo basket, and began to burn paper money for the winter cold, and muttered endlessly when he burned it, "Senior brother, this is your favorite book to read, I brought it to you, and these paper money, junior brother, I can't cut it well, make do with it, don't be surprised......

Fan Xueyi stepped forward slowly, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of sadness, but before she reached the grave, she felt a strange aura, and she immediately looked around vigilantly.

A group of Liuyun Sect disciples dressed in blue cloth shirts and holding long swords descended from the sky together, surrounding Fan Xueyi and Wen Le.

At the same time, a burst of arrogant laughter rang out in the forest.