"Meng'er!" Yan Moye rubbed the little brain seed on his chest in surprise, "Have you recovered?"

"Hmm!" Little Lori nodded with a smile, and was stunned again: "Master!"

"Huh?" I don't know why, when I heard the master, I remembered the two strange ones in my body, and I couldn't help but twitch my eyes.

"You're so beautiful!" Meng'er paused: "Like a female doll!"

“......”

"Meng'er," Yan Moye picked up Meng'er and stared at her eyes with a serious expression: "I thought of a good way!"

"Huh?"

"Don't throw away Meng'er, wrap it in egg liquid, stick it with breadcrumbs, fry it in the pan until it is golden brown and crispy, and take it out, adults and children love to eat it! The children next door are crying!" Yan Moye suddenly remembered an old stalk, and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Meng'er paused for a moment: "Does the master want to eat me? Then you don't have to do so much!"

As he spoke, he slowly untied his clothes, revealing the jade white and tender skin inside: "If you want to eat, you can come directly!"

"Wait!" Yan Moye broke his head and didn't expect the plot to develop like this, so he hurriedly put on his clothes: "I don't want to eat you!"

"Oh?" Meng'er tilted her head cutely, "What does the young lady want to eat?"

Yan Moye had a black line on his head, and talked about this again! said depressedly: "Okay, you help me tie my hair!"

After a morning of experiments, Yan Moye's hair, which was not tied last night, is now messy.

I'll see the elder later! Yan Moye leaned weakly against the side of the bed.

"Huh?" Meng'er exclaimed from the top of the door, "Why do you have blonde hair on your head?

"Huh?" Yan Moye was stunned: "Wait, how many do you say?"

"Five handfuls!" Little Lori picked up the bronze mirror and handed it to Yan Moye. Yan Moye looked carefully, it was indeed five handfuls, which could be separated, each in a different direction.

"It's weird, why did you start to grow two more handfuls?" Yan Moye was a little speechless, that means that I can't cut my other black hair, okay, wait for my long hair to reach my waist......

"Ahem, cough, cough," Yan Moye coughed awkwardly, "Remember to help me hide my blonde hair in it so that it doesn't leak out." ”

......

"Midnight, are you okay?" Deng Aowen knocked on the door outside.

"Okay," Yan Moye strode out, saw the strange eyes of several people beside him, couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Who are you, handsome guy?" Wen Jing was stunned.

Yan Moye in front of him had black hair as black as the night, the bangs in front of him were all dyed white, and two strands of hair were combed on his cheeks at will.

"I am who I am. Yan Moye was also stunned.

"Uh...... The boss ......" Yao Yi said with some embarrassment: "The elder wants you to see him...... It's almost there!"

......

In the room where De Bu Chang is burning, the fragrance is burning quietly, and De Bu Chang has his back to the door, facing a picture scroll, and he is silent.

"Master?" Yan Moye asked tentatively, De Bu changed his behavior this time was too abnormal, which really made Yan Moye feel uneasy.

"Hmm. De Bukai shook deeply at the scroll and turned his head. Yan Mo was frightened at night! I saw that De Bu changed and his face was full of sadness!

"Master......"

"Midnight. De Buchang let out a long sigh, this sigh seemed to have taken away all his spirit, and his whole body seemed to have lost his spine and collapsed softly.

"You ......" De Buyi was a little unbearable, but he trembled, but he still asked: "Are you ...... Yan Moye, the only surviving descendant of Yanjia Town. ”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and it suddenly fell into Yan Mo's heart hidden deep in the night! How could he know!

"Actually, I've known about it for a long time. De Bugai sighed: "Sixteen years old, knotted veins, long hair, and a strange fan in his hand can be used as a weapon." Saying that, he looked at Yan Moye with straight eyes, don't think I'm old and confused, and I can't understand it.

Yan Moye then remembered that the last time he waved his hand in the cultivation cave, he actually caused such a big incident!

"When you helped Wu Chuanrui, I already noticed that a sixteen-year-old boy in the vein stage would actually come to power and help his brother at all costs. ”

De Bujian smiled bitterly: "Isn't it because you once had the strength to be able to challenge others?"

As he spoke, he looked at the dream evil fan on Yan Moye's waist, "This is it, right?"

"Do you hate us?" De Bujian shook his head, his old face full of sadness: "Don't say that even you don't hate us. You see. ”

He said and pointed to the scroll on the wall. Yan Moye was stunned for a moment and looked at his fingers.

The painting is a hellish scene, where countless men, women, and children are slaughtered, rivers of blood are flowing, and corpses are everywhere!

But in the middle of the scroll, there are two familiar figures of Yan Moye-Wei Youfang!

"This is!" Yan Moye frowned and didn't say more.

"This is my former home town. De Bu Chang smiled miserably, "Dejia Town, located in the west of Datang, is a strong commercial area. ”

"Then why is this happening!" Yan Moye was puzzled, "Doesn't your family have a strong force to vouch for?

De Buyi turned his head and looked at Yan Moye: "You are still too young after all." ”

"How can the combat strength of a mere region be able to fight against a Qingyun Sect with branches all over the Tang Dynasty?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and gently touched a corner of the scroll: "What if I say that this is what someone with power in the lobby allows?"

"Your Majesty?" Yan Moye's eyes were cold: "Could it be that our Yanjia Town is also ......?"

"Nope. De Bugai said solemnly: "I only hate us, living in an era when the emperor has many sons, and these princes have a ghost child!"

Yan Moye looked at the picture scroll in a daze, and was silent for a long time, as if he could hear the screams of those men, women and children being slaughtered, the sound of the house burning, and the sound of those cries for help.

Gradually, he recalled the illusory giant sword in Yanjia Town, "Thunder Cloud, Mo Attack Evil, Great Elder Yan Qing, Third Elder Yan ...... indifferently" Familiar figures flashed in front of him, and Yan Moye couldn't help but bite his lip.

"I was still dreaming that I could live in such a wonderful place. "De Bu is a little weak," It's a pity that the dream was shattered, and there was nothing left after the fire in Dejia Town. ”

"Then how did you get out?" Yan Moye dared to be strange.

"I led the team out to deliver at that time, but when I came back, there was already smoke in a radius of hundreds of miles, and a raging fire was burning inside, and now. De Bugai pointed to his ears: "I seem to be able to hear the sizzle of the people who were burned alive in the fire, those screams!"

"Then I have been wandering, and at a certain opportunity, I entered the Qingyun Sect and became an elder naturally, and no one knows where I came from or where I am going to return. ”

"Are you going to go on like this, and don't you want to find out who made it?" Yan Mo was a little angry and slapped the table suddenly.

"Looking?" De Bujian felt a little ridiculous: "I searched for three years, but I couldn't find anything. ”

"Then have you ever gone deep into Kyoto? Have you ever gone into the Imperial City to look for clues?" Yan Mo chased and beat fiercely at night, and asked directly.

"Huh. De Buyi smiled helplessly, "The imperial capital, it's not for us mortals to enter. ”

"Could it be that all the people inside are immortals?" Yan Moye roared angrily and flipped over the table: "There are also people inside!What are you afraid of!"

"I'm not afraid!" De Bu couldn't hold back his face, and stood up suddenly, his eyes like he wanted to breathe fire!

"Then don't be here alone!, face this broken painting every day!" Yan Moye suddenly got up and tore off the scroll of the painting, brushing and tearing it to pieces!

Just as De Buyi was about to scold, Yan Moye didn't care about etiquette, suddenly grabbed De Buchang's collar, and shouted in an almost angry voice: "You think that your dream is broken, you can live like this without scruples!"

"Look at your current life, drown your sorrows with wine? Bah! You just do nothing!" Yan Moye became more and more excited the more he spoke, and he actually began to talk about his experience in his previous life: "I think that Lao Tzu was crawling on the verge of death! There was once a brother who died in front of me, did I give up!"

De Buchang was a little stunned, what was he talking about?

Yan Moye didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to roar: "Didn't Lao Tzu cry back then! Lao Tzu kept recalling the names of those brothers every night! Listen! Sledgehammer! Wine! Yun ......" said that he actually reported the names of all his brothers.

"I'm the only one now! You say that if your dream is broken, you're going to fall forever?

"If you only have yourself, you should live well! Live with the hope of those who used to be! Even find the truth! That is the real life!"

"You're like a walking corpse!

"Lao Tzu tells you, I just want to find that person! What the hell is that bastard boy who blackened my good life! Qingyun Sect!

As he spoke, he strode out in a huff, and disappeared with a puff of smoke.

"I'm ...... now Is it considered alive?" De Buchang lost his mind a little, and repeated the words that Yan Moye had just shouted out in a daze.

"Am I not alive?" De Buchang's eyes became more and more disgraceful: "If I survive, I will be the only one ......"

Then his eyes grew brighter and brighter, like two lights that had been lit: "Am I going to go on like this, and live like a coward as he said?"

"Virtue does not change, virtue does not change!" De Bukai laughed at himself, but a smile began to appear on the corner of his mouth: "You are really old and confused!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself in the direction of Yan Moye's departure: "If it weren't for him, maybe I would have spent my life blaming myself for being cowardly!"

......

"Damn, what did I just do!" When he came back to his senses, Yan Moye's body was already sitting in his room, holding the dream evil fan in his hand and involuntarily fanning desperately.

"I just ...... Scolding the elders, it seems that the scolding has gone too far!" Yan Moye felt a cold sweat on his back, "Am I too big to die......?"

"It seems to be still ......" Yan Moye looked at his palm: "It seems that he is still grabbing his clothes?"

"Hiss......" Yan Moye, the savior in the eyes of Elder De Buchang, was a little worried........

"It's almost sunset......" Meng'er looked up at the sky, "but in some places it's almost night." ”