Everyone has a place to return, including the fallen Yanbei Desert.

In other words, after leaving Chilian Mountain, Yan Beimo directly took Yan Qingshan back to the previous city.

Blood loss and loss of essence, Yan Qingshan was very weak, but Yan Beimo didn't mean to worry too much at all, found a place to live, and left him there, three meals a day, coarse tea and light rice, rarely talked to Yan Qingshan, and rarely showed his face.

On this day, Yan Qingshan couldn't help it, and when he saw Yan Beimo alone in the courtyard in a daze, he cautiously approached it.

"Master...... what's wrong with you?"

"Hehe, Qingshan! Come, come and sit together. ”

Yan Beimo smiled lightly and patted the bench on one side. In fact, many times, he is still relatively gentle, but the gentleness in the severity makes Yan Qingshan feel that he is too bad to meet the master's requirements, so the master will be silent. Thinking of this, this young man who regards the master as the sky is even more unhappy in his heart. After thinking about it for a moment, he obediently walked over and sat aside.

"Master, when you came back from Chilian Mountain, you were like this, did you disappoint you during that trip?"

"Qingshan, are you blaming the teacher?"

"No, no, no, how can Qingshan blame Master?"

"Hehehe, Master wants you to be Jackie Chan very much, and he has always been too strict with you......

Yan Beimo looked at the young man in front of him, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he ......, if you knew the truth, would you blame me?"

"By the way, Master, I can already control the Demon Slaying Sword, and in time, I will definitely become a qualified Demon Hunter!"

Yan Qingshan's thin face showed anticipation for the future, and he covered up the slightest reluctance in his heart tightly, because he understood that this was what could make the master happy.

"That's a good thing! It's rare that Qingshan has ambition, come, let's get drunk tonight. ”

Let's say it, Yan Beimo entered the house, took out a jar of wine from it, and shook it at Yan Qingshan.

"Master, when did you hide the wine? I remember you haven't had a drink in a long time! ”

"Hahaha, if you have wine in your heart, you will hide it."

"Hahahaha, Master is not at a loss, it is Master's ......."

After a burst of laughter, the master and apprentice drank freely in the courtyard. Yan Qingshan had never touched wine, this was something Yan Beimo knew, but today, he let Yan Qingshan drink it vigorously.

Therefore, after a while, Yan Qingshan drank half of the jar of wine alone, and the whole person began to sway, but Yan Beimo didn't drink much.

"Master......, it's not a loss to Master's ......, hehe......."

Yan Qingshan stared at the majestic Yan Beimo, trying to make himself speak clearly, but this was the first time he drank alcohol, how could he know the stamina of the wine, so his words were vague, his body was crooked, and he couldn't tell the direction.

"Qingshan, get a good night's sleep, after you wake up, you won't have any troubles."

Yan Beimo helped Yan Qingshan to the bench and let him sleep on the table, while he picked up the demon sword and walked outside. As soon as I walked to the door, there was a "Master" behind me?

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Beimo still turned around, it turned out that Yan Qingshan shouted in a dream. A hint of softness suddenly crossed his grim face, and his steps were even more hesitant.

"Aoyama ......,"

"Master..., Master......."

The muttering in his mouth was getting lower and lower, and it seemed that he was completely drunk.

"Qingshan, the cause planted by the master is for the master to harvest this fruit, you are still young, if the master can come back alive, he will no longer force you."

After that, Yanbei Motou left without looking back.

His cause and effect come from his selfishness.

A certain village is the wanton and lawless demons, and there is the place where Yanbei Desert goes.

When he arrived there, almost all the people in the whole village were brutally poisoned by monsters, young children, women, and old people, and they couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Yan Beimo knelt in a pool of blood, letting the blood of those innocent people soak him and the Demon Slaying Sword.

Suddenly, there was a long roar, and a silver light streaked through the air. Immediately afterwards, a powerful force struck towards Yanbei Desert, and at the last moment, the Demon Slashing Sword attacked, entangled with the silver light.

Seeing that the silver light took over the points, a strange and familiar figure jumped out, pointed at Yan Beimo and said angrily:

"Yan Beimo, you are not dead yet?"

"You have turned into a demon, and you have forgotten even the most basic human nature, today, I will do the right thing for heaven!"

After speaking, Yan Beimo clasped his hands together, silently recited the incantation in his mouth, the demon slashing sword became more and more powerful, and in a few clicks, the silver light was cut with nowhere to go.

"Hehehe, yes, it seems that today, my afterimage must fight with you!"

"You're wrong, it's not you fighting with me, it's me taking you."

"Hahahaha...... laughed to death, you accept me? Yan Beimo, take a good look at it clearly, you yourself are not the same person you used to be, the Yan clan no longer exists, and you are just a demon hunter who does not give up. ”

"It's not important, the important thing is that you're a demon or a demon."

"So what? I and this silver dragon are destined by nature, and the combination of the two is just to make us strong together, whether the demon is a demon or not, it doesn't matter for a long time! ”

The afterimage hammered his chest, and he was ashamed. If a person is evil in his heart, then he is a demon, which is vividly reflected in him.

Yan Beimo no longer talked nonsense with him, and he no longer had any worries. If he hadn't deliberately lost the afterimage and let the Soul Snatcher Needle hurt him, Qingshan would not have gone to the Red Refining Mountain, and the fox would not have used the red water to release the evil dragon. Although, his original intention was to force Yan Qingshan to grow up .......

Now it's too late to regret it, only by doing your best to subdue this monster can you make up for your mistakes and have an ...... for the lives of these hundreds of people.

When the morning glow of the new day came, Yan Beimo came back with a bloody body, at that time, Yan Qingshan had not woken up, under the reflection of the morning glow and blood, the immature and unworldly face was exceptionally pure, Yan Beimo slowly walked to his side, and gently set up the demon sword, for fear of waking him up.

Maybe it was because he dreamed of something, the corners of Yan Qingshan's mouth rose slightly, and he let out a few pleasant moans.

Yan Beimo looked at him deeply, thinking to himself, in fact, he can be a happy child, but he is ...... Give him all the pressure. Alas, the human heart is really selfish.

After laughing at himself, Yan Beimo struggled to get up and walked towards the kitchen, he wanted to cook a meal for Yan Qingshan.

After a while, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and a forty-year-old man, a demon hunter, was ...... cooking.

"Master, you are a ...... cook, Qingshan really doesn't dare to compliment! ”

Yan Qingshan didn't know when he woke up, covered his head, and leaned against the kitchen door.

"You... When did you wake up? ”

Yan Beimo was holding a shovel, a little at a loss. Accustomed to a stern appearance, suddenly so easy-going, I actually made myself a little uncomfortable.

"Just now, Master entered the kitchen, and there was too much movement, so I was woken up."

Yan Qingshan replied honestly. But then, he couldn't help but laugh.

Yan Beimo's apron is reversed.

"Look at what, you don't cook when you wake up!"

Yan Beimo scolded sharply and threw down the shovel, the wound on his arm was tearing because of this action. Seeing this, Yan Qingshan immediately ran over to support Yan Beimo.

Only then did he realize that the coarse cloth apron had been soaked with blood, but the color was too dark for him to see.

"Master, you are... What's wrong? ”

Carefully helping Yan Beimo to the bench, Yan Qingshan asked worriedly. He thought that Yan Beimo had a hangover with him last night!

"It's okay..., just recuperate for a while."

"Master, are you hiding something from me?"

Yan Qingshan felt strange, from his cognition, Yan Beimo was stern, but it would not be so abnormal, especially if he was so seriously injured.

"Ahem, I'm ......, I'm going to look for the afterimage."

"What? Did he hurt you? Master, why don't you let me go with you? ”

"Hehehe, your cultivation is still shallow, take you there is not to let you go to seek death!"

"But Master ......."

Yan Beimo waved his hand and stopped Yan Qingshan. After a night of fighting with the afterimage yesterday, he was exhausted, and now, he didn't even have the strength to speak. I just want to lie quietly and stay motionless.

Yan Qingshan didn't know what to do for his master, so after thinking about it, let's go cook. This is also the only thing he is better at than Master.

Soon, Yan Qingshan cooked and set up the dishes and chopsticks. Wait for Yan Beimo to wake up. He didn't wake up Yan Beimo, who was sleeping, but just looked at him quietly, his own breath along with Yan Beimo's breathing.

Time suddenly went back to eleven years ago, the snow was falling, and the four-year-old Maruko, shivering in the snow, had the only clothes on her body that could be covered, like tissue paper. I heard my mother say that if you give a person a good name, then he will live as well as his name, because the scholar says that a person is like his name.

In the poor people's homes, they can't eat meatballs once in two or three years, so his mother gave him a "meatball" hopefully, hehehe, who knows that readers will also deceive people. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to eat a hug meal......

"What are you waiting for in the snow?"

A tall and handsome man walked up to Maruko and took out two hot steamed buns from his arms.

The little person, maybe he was very hungry, or maybe he was frozen stupid, and he didn't know how to take it to fill his stomach, but he just looked at it like that, and his weak pupils were full of that person's .......

After a long time, the snow gradually became smaller, Maruko felt that he was in a furnace, and the warmth that he had never had before, surrounded him fiercely, he was afraid that it was a dream, and he did not dare to open his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he would return to the heavy snow, and ...... like this, he would rather die in a dream.

"Remember, from now on, your name is Yan Qingshan."

"And what do I call you?"

"Call me Master."

In a big house, one tall and one short, now looking at each other in the courtyard, the small one is full of joy, and the big one is solemn and .......