"Looking at the broken place, the twelve-year-old Wu Peak, the twilight clouds are deep. ”

This is where my name comes from, and this is where my person comes from.

Shen Xi, from now on, I will be your teacher.

- Emperor Duyun said in a deep voice

Therefore, Tingliao's words made Shen Changan directly avoid it.

Shen Changan turned around, with a chill in his eyes.

"Why do you want me back to you, I must pay it back, if you want to give it to me, I must take it?" Shen Changan sneered, "Or rather, just the wisp of the soul of the Wind Evil Cloud Crown Venerable is not enough to find out where she is, so you still want my divine soul? After all, as the sword spirit of the incorruptible sword on the wind and evil cloud crown, even if I become a god, I am also connected with her divine soul." Otherwise, I'll give you my own soul now, okay, lest you have to devise a plan to punish your heart again, so much trouble. Shen Changan's face was filled with exaggerated mockery.

"Come on, come on, I'll give you my divine soul, do you want it?" Shen Changan smiled, his expression was careless, but it hurt people. "Oh, don't you, if you don't, I'll go. ”

As he spoke, Shen Changan really turned around and walked in the direction of the underworld, without glancing at the wisp of spirit in Gu Tingliao's hand during the period.

Shen Changan walked into the deep darkness, and sadness flashed in Tingliao's eyes.

Suddenly, there were bursts of footsteps from the darkness behind Gu Tingliao, who narrowed the look in his eyes and turned to worship, "Teacher." ”

Teacher.

- he said.

Come...... It is Mr. Tingyun, the master of the underworld.

He stopped at the boundary between the underworld and the human world, looking in the direction of Shen Chang'an when he left, with doting and helplessness in his eyes.

"She always has to return to her essence, this ......" Tingyun was helpless, "Ah Ting, you say, what does it mean for her to deceive herself like this?"

Even if she didn't want to admit it, how could the fact that she was a storm change?

"But teacher, since she can be Shen Chang'an of Changle Chang'an, why do you ask to do that wind cloud with blood on her hands despite wearing a crown on her head?" "Wouldn't it be good to let her do this?"

"No, Ah Ting, you are wrong, it was always her own request that she be a wind and evil cloud, otherwise, why did she seal those memories before the age of eighteen in the first place?" Tingyun's eyes were full of sadness, and the pity in his eyes was no less than that of Gu Tingyao.

It seems like...... That's true.

So Ting Liao was speechless, this topic was a little too heavy for them, and he changed the topic a little unnaturally.

"What about Emperor Dusk?" he asked.

"The Demon Realm. Tingyun said, and then brought up the old matter again, "Ah Ting, do you think that Chang'an's words just now were said to you?"

Not.

She's ...... I'm talking to Twilight and him.

Pulau Pulau.

On the soft couch surrounded by Qiluo in the palace, the crown and the wind clothes slept very deeply. Maybe it's because Feng Xianyun is missing, or maybe the puppet Shen Chang'an set up by Dusk Yunshen is dead, and there is no one in the world to block her, Feng Ziyi's heart feels a rare light. She rested on the Langlo couch and had a rare dream of the past.

Parting from the capital, the palace of the king.

Lingxin, who has been secretly monitoring Fengziyi, dreams with Fengziyi.

Twenty-three years ago.

On the second day of February, after the court burned and made a big fuss about the thirty-three heavenly feasts.

On that day, when I first met, the impression left by the wind and clouds on Ling Xin can only be summed up in one unreliable sentence. However, although Feng Xiyun was a little unreliable, he also knew that only after going down to the thirteenth heaven, going to the first heaven, going out of the heavenly gate guarded by the monarch Jiyuan, and then traveling through tens of thousands of miles of ownerless void, and walking through the boundary monuments of the heavenly realm and the eighteen capitals of the human world, could the scope of the heavenly realm be calculated.

This February 2nd, although Feng Xiyun himself did not make trouble, but the old court Liao who came to make trouble stirred up the banquet of the Heavenly Monarch in the name of congratulating her on her coronation, and so ruthlessly lowered the face of Feng Ziyi's clothes one after another, not to mention Lingxin, even Feng Xiyun's mount Mu He was afraid that the whereabouts of several of them would be leaked, and they were cut down by the people of the Heavenly Realm and Feng Ziyi, but what made Ling Xin and Mu He particularly helpless was that as soon as Feng Xiyun came out of the gate of heaven, they withdrew the history books that could exhaust their breath, sat on Mu He's back very arrogantly, and commanded it to fly towards the eighteen capitals with extra swagger- Although the border patrolmen guarding the tens of thousands of miles of void in the heavenly realm did not stop them, and even if they saw them, they went around from a distance, but along the way, Lingxin and Mu He were still trembling, lest someone rush out of the void around them to cut them, no, come to cut down the wind and clouds. Therefore, when they arrived at the boundary monument and finally saw the range of the eighteen capitals and then saw the Fengzi clothes waiting for them at the boundary monument, Mu He and Ling Xin breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at the same time, and sighed secretly: It's finally here.

The boundary shown by the boundary monument stretches for tens of thousands of miles, but in most places there is a boundary wall that cannot be broken by the strength of ten thousand people, and the only place that can allow people to pass through is the narrow one on the side of the boundary pillar. Feng Xiyun turned a blind eye to Feng Ziyi, who was guarding the boundary monument, and she whistled to make the wooden crane smaller, and estimated that it could pass through the "door" at the boundary monument , patted the wooden crane, commanded it to fly over there, whistling from the side of Feng Ziyi, and then a wind blade chased after him from behind, the wooden crane turned sideways, narrowly avoided, and then Feng Xiyun touched the tip of the wooden crane's wings with some scratches, and even saw Feng Ziyi's face that had not changed the slightest at this moment, but sank, and then, the wooden crane who wanted to run far away with Feng Ziyun was forced to turn a circle in the void by Feng Xiyun, and finally stopped in the void that was only more than ten meters opposite to Feng Ziyi.

The wooden crane has not stopped in the void, the wind evil cloud on its back only left an afterimage and disappeared, at the same time, not far away Feng Ziyi retreated backwards at a rapid speed, but for a moment, the afterimage has not yet dispersed, the wind evil cloud returned to the wooden crane's back, even the sitting posture has not changed, as if she has never left, but clearly, her palm opened a pitch-black floating Luo, and then turned into a slender blade, not far away, Feng Ziyi's cheek appeared a thin line like a long scar, blood slowly oozing out, the hair on the side of her ear also broke together, falling to the ground。

Feng Xiyun tilted her head, smacked her lips, looked at the shallow scars on Feng Ziyi's face, and then compared the scratches on the wings of the wooden crane, although she was a little not satisfied, but felt that it was barely acceptable, so she patted the wooden crane on the back and let it continue to hurry, this series of processes flowed smoothly, but throughout the whole process, Feng Xiyun did not deliberately look at Feng Ziyi, occasionally, looking at Feng Ziyi's eyes are no different from looking at a stone on the side of the road, a cloud in the sky.

I don't know how Feng Ziyi felt when he saw the eyes of the evil clouds, but as a bystander, Ling Xin's heart couldn't help but hurt.

So, in the sound of the wind in her ears, Ling Xin's hand involuntarily rested on the shoulder of Evil Cloud, but before she could say her comforting words, she saw Feng Ziyi appear in front of them and intercept their way.

"What's the advice?" Feng Xiyun raised his head lazily as he played with a mini flying sword in his hand.

"What about Shen Yun?" Feng Ziyi's eyes were calm, she looked at Feng Xianyun and spoke, there was no longer any killing intent in her eyes when she was young, and now her gaze was the same as that of Xianyun looking at her.

"It's all a thousand-year-old fox, what are you talking about here? Feng Xiyun sneered: "You killed the person, at most I collected the dry bones of my father who exposed the corpse in the wilderness, and now you come to ask me for my father, do you ask where his soul is, or where are the bones?"

"I once went to the underworld to check the reincarnation book, and it is recorded in the reincarnation book that his soul has not been classified into the underworld, Shen Yun is still alive, you know where it is. Feng Ziyi also said: "On the history book of Tianjun Lonely Fei Cen, there is a clear record: 'Shen Clan Divine Clan, mortal Shen Yun is the current patriarch, and his status is the same as that of Feng Ziyi, the lord of the Feng Clan, and there is a daughter who is his only successor. 'Where is the Shen clan, where is Shen Yun?'

Feng Xiyun sneered and laughed, "If you don't say it, don't think that I don't know, before I was born, my name was already recorded in the history books of the Three Realms, and I am the next lord of the Feng Clan, and as my father, the Heavenly Dao should be given a divine position, therefore, his divine soul is naturally classified into the three thousand burial places within the Three Realms, he does not want to be reincarnated, and he will not be reincarnated into the six realms of the underworld, but ......"

"However, I have not found any of the three thousand places where he has been buried, so I do not know if I will find his sleeping place, but I know that my father will not want to see you again, a poisonous woman who kills her husband and abandoned her children, so he will definitely let you not find him. Saying mean words, Feng Xiyun put his hand on the back of the wooden crane and laughed happily.

"Then why...... Why is Shen Yun the patriarch of the Shen clan in the history books?"

"Oh, that's a beautiful misunderstanding. Feng Xiyun's eyes were facing Feng Ziyi, and when he spoke, he was serious and sincere, "There are only two people in the Shen family, my father and I, I don't want to be the patriarch, I can only write my father's name in the history books, and this record in that book, together with the name of Feng Xiyun, is actually to disgust you." ”

"You see, a mortal whom you despise and a mortal daughter whom you despise are both in the same esteem as you, the crown of the eighteen capitals, and you say that this is not disgusting?" her expression and tone were still very serious. As he spoke, Feng Xiyun spoke again: "I think my father owes you a word, but how can I say that sentence? ”

Hearing Feng Xinyun's words, Feng Ziyi had a misunderstanding: "Shen Yun...... What last words did he leave me?", she said with difficulty.

"Don't cry at my grave after you die, it will dirty my reincarnation. When he said this, Feng Xiyun collected all the expressions on his face, his tone was calm, and the whole person was gloomy and gloomy.

- Don't cry at my grave after you die, it will dirty my reincarnation.

- she said.

The language is malicious.