When it was raining lightly, Xiao Qingjue was lying on the collapse and supporting his feet, his eyes were full of smoke and water, and his thoughts in his eyes were clear at a glance.

Holding the book in his hand, he didn't see how to turn the page, half a ring, coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, and his thin white and warm fingertips lingered across the door of the book, and brought a picture out.

"The secular disciples of the Immortal Sect have gone to Sifan Pavilion!" Before Xiao Qingjue could pull out of his thoughts, he heard a slamming sound of the door, and Ah Yang frowned and said with displeasure in his eyes.

"Didn't anyone tell the man where he shouldn't go!" Xiao Qingjue stood up expressionlessly, hooked the corners of his mouth coldly, threw the book in his hand casually, and stepped out of the door to meet him.

"Xuanrong, don't do it." Ah Yang was rushing behind, still having some sense, and couldn't help but call.

Outside, others call Xiao Qingjue's son, and in the temple, they call each other the Dharma name, the Xuanzi generation.

When everyone heard the sound and stepped into Sifan Pavilion, everyone was confused to see that Xiao Qingyu was holding a dagger against Su Gongzi's chest in one hand, and holding a thin thread in the other hand and wrapping it in the man's hand, and drop by drop of blood fell on Xiao Qingyu's bright white clothes.

With a light cough, the crowd got out of the way, Mrs. Shi looked at Xiao Qingyu with a solemn face, Xiao Qingyu saw the blood, his eyes gradually became clearer, he lowered his eyes, and obediently withdrew to stand up, looking a little helpless.

Ah Yang stood aside, looking like he was about to cry, waving his hands and feet and pointing at the person who had never been sad or happy. "He, he trespassed on Sifan Pavilion."

"Take Xuanrong down!" The master instructed, and went back to the house without looking back, and the people who were training in the temple along the way did not know the severity, and ordered that no one should come in the future, and asked people to lock it up non-stop.

Xiao Qingjue did not resist, and his gestures were no different from usual, and everyone couldn't figure out why he was sick again.

As soon as he took the first step, Xiao Qingjue couldn't help but look back at Sifan Pavilion, which had been burned by the fire, and then glanced at the person who had always been motionless and expressionless. I still wonder why that person didn't resist, isn't it a stupid cultivator.

Closing the door, Mrs. Shi looked at Xiao Qingjue helplessly, couldn't help but rub her brows, and couldn't help but worry again. "Being in the royal family, you can't leave such a fatal flaw, how can you be born."

Xiao Qingyu lowered his eyebrows, and said in a dry and dry voice. "It's a coincidence, I just had a nightmare yesterday and saw her again, and today I heard that someone trespassed into Sifan Pavilion."

"Don't worry about it, Buddhism is important, and it is advisable to cultivate purely." Mrs. Shi sighed helplessly, and stepped forward to touch Xiao Qingjue's head with boring and warm warmth. "Let's go and apologize to Mr. Su tomorrow."

Xiao Qingjue nodded, and then didn't say a word.

Before leaving, the master was too worried, and gave Xiao Qingyu a few bottles of medicine.

The moon stars are scarce, Xiao Qingjue tossed and turned, couldn't help but put on a dress and climbed out of the wall, and saw that the dilapidated Sifan Pavilion was locked up, so he took out a needle from his arms, and within half a moment, the lock fell off the ground. Xiao Qingyu swaggered in.

Looking at the courtyard under the dark night sky that had been burned by fire for fifteen years, there was a trace of pain spreading between the smiling brows, and the water in his eyes was so sad that he didn't want to vomit out his liver and intestines.

Xiao Qingjue's eyes flashed the warm pictures of his childhood, it was also night, he ran out greedily and couldn't find his way back, it was raining heavily and hid in a dark corner and kept crying, my sister came to look for it in the rain, and the majestic rain was mercilessly left on my sister's shoulder, but my sister tilted the umbrella on her body, and comforted herself with a smile and said goodbye.

In the end, along with the fire, it was a mocking smile that fell from her gentle eyebrows, and she couldn't see the beautiful face of her sister outside the burning house with her bewildered eyes open.

"We are obviously twins, why did the queen mother choose you, why do I always lower you everywhere......"

"Why are you born to the queen mother, and you are always so partial to you, just because you were born to be three points better than me since you were a child......

"Why did I hurt you, hahaha, isn't it because you deserve to die......"

"Do you really think I'm good to you, I wish you were dying early, you forgot how the scar on your forehead came from......"

"Do you think they will save you, do you think they will blame me even if they know the truth......

"No, the queen mother only needs one son, and whoever she chooses is the same, no, you are left with me...... So that the queen mother will only be me......"

When the day dawned, Xiao Qingyu opened his eyes, looked at the warmth of the sun touching his fingertips, and smiled expressionlessly, muttering to himself in a trance. "Sister, every word, every thought, remembering the past, really heartbreaking."

The person who cried heartbreakingly and desperately in the fire in his dream gradually left his mind, and was replaced by a Xiao Qingjue with clear eyebrows, no smile on his lips, sharp edge, and full of hypocrisy, which was also the shadow that the queen mother had been looking forward to.

Only by becoming what others are most looking forward to in their hearts can they stay in their hearts for a long time.

The fire was hot, but it made people's hearts cold to the bone.

A large burn on his right arm and back burned in his heart, in every bone and blood pain.