Far Lands.

In the evening, the wind was strong, and the dust and sand on the ground were whistling through the sparsely populated town.

In the whole alley, there are not many people passing by, and only one inn reveals some dim warm light, which makes it a little popular.

This border is not the border of the other, it is the junction of the demon world and the human world, not the so-called border between countries and cities.

The farther away you are from Kyoto, the more chaotic it becomes. Because the residents who live there are all old, weak, sick and disabled, the best opportunity for Qi refining period cultivators to kill people and take treasures and take revenge is here.

The border between the two ethnic groups is blocked by Yunhai Peak, falling to the bottom of the valley, and the time and space are disordered, causing the residents of the two realms to run around at will, causing malicious smuggling incidents to be the norm.

And when it comes to the Midyear Festival, the enchantment will become extremely weak, and the demons and monsters can act recklessly and domineeringly, and the people in the border areas will rush home in the evening to paste the yellow talisman of exorcism to keep safe.

The lights in the hall flickered on and off.

"Let's say that the head of this faction of salvation, she has helped us too much in the past few years, first sending food and water in drought, and then in the face of demons, the monks came to kill. It's so much better than today's saints. ”

The person who spoke was wearing the owner of the pipe, he was dressed in black linen, holding a folding fan in his hand, swaying and smiling. Because of his cheerful personality, everyone calls him "Brother Zhang Xiao".

A strong man who was eating wine wiped the corners of his mouth, and he raised his voice: "Brother Xiao, you can save some snacks, if you are heard by someone who cares, you will have good fruit to eat." We are rough people, don't talk about the affairs of the court. lest you get into trouble. ”

Brother Zhang Xiaoge blinked, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and he said out of tune: "This place has long become a dead city!" How can the emperor care about our life or death? ”

Of course, he knew that the emperor had also bothered to help them, but this was a long-term thing, not overnight, over time, the emperor didn't care much about this place, and the young and strong dragged his family to move away, which became the current situation.

"Tick-tock-"

It was drizzling outside, everything was damp in the dark night, the skin of the trees and dirt was beginning to fester, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

A sigh sounded slowly: "Your Majesty, he is a human being and not a god, how can he save the common people with the power of one person." The world is suffering, and the only way to save yourself is to save yourself. ”

When everything was silent, everyone looked back at the monk sitting by the window, drinking steaming tea. A faint silver halo envelops the body, and the placket of the plain white robe is embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which is ingenious and exquisite. There were two pale blue flower prints hanging from his shoulders, and the flawless transparent palace feathers fluttered in the wind around his waist, showing his elegance and dust.

He faced the crowd with composure, allowing all kinds of eyes to converge. His calm look, like a clear breeze and a bright moon, made everyone's heart instantly bright as water.

"What do you call the little brother?" Brother Zhang Xiaoge made a round.

The monk crossed his legs to the stool and said with a smile: "Ye Shen, the word Jinhua." ”

"Ye Jinhua?!" When the strong man heard this, he showed a sudden realization, but unfortunately he became at a loss again after a while, "Aren't you the ...... Whose apprentice is that? ”

"Under the master, it is Fuyao Immortal Monarch." Ye Shen's smile became thicker, he picked up the saber placed on his side, the gorgeous white tassel on the sword hung straight to the ground, he clasped his fists and saluted simply, and kindly admonished, "Tonight is restless, please let everyone be wronged here for the time being." ”

"Today is the Midyear Festival, and it's rare if there are no ghosts." When someone heard the music, he looked up to the sky and laughed, playing with the two dice in his palm.

"I'm just making a suggestion below, you've heard it."

Ye Shen is as quiet and leisurely as moonlight flowing water. His expression was so calm, calm and gentle, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

He drank the rest of the tea, grabbed his sword, and walked alone into the quiet forest, the tassels of the sword swaying like water with his steps.

"This Ye Gongzi is like his master, I almost thought he was Fuyao Immortal Monarch."

"When he went down the mountain to practice, he heard that Fuyao Xianjun had deliberately retreated for a year. The two of them may not know what to hide. ”

The rough people in the hall looked at each other, knowing that he was a disciple of Xianjun, and it was not easy to say anything, so they picked up the wine bottle and poured it into their stomachs, so that they would not get drunk.

How did he know that Ye Shen, who had left the restaurant, had the original gentleness and smile on his face, and was replaced by gloomy and complicated.

It's been three years, and he has been training down the mountain, and he has been thinking about Shizun almost all the time, thinking about her smile, and thinking about her unintentional tenderness, like a honey poison, eroding his nerves.

But he still endured it and didn't come back to save the world.

Ye Shen's purpose of going down the mountain is very clear, improving his cultivation is the main thing, and secondly, he will find the approximate location of the Soul Killing Sect. As for his enemies, those who can release immortal fire are at least half-immortals.

With this cultivation of your own, don't try to kill God.

But if there is a strong man who can ...... for him

Somehow, the first strong man Ye Shen thought of was Cong Ran.

Then he hesitated.

Thunder slammed down from above, depicting an involuntary fate, causing the night to quickly fall apart. The scenery turned pale for a moment, and quickly went black, and the weeping ghost had no way to escape, and the soul was naked and stiff.

It frightened the emperor, who was not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Ye Shen patted his chest and beat his heart wildly, and said speechlessly: "I'll go, is it the negative man who has abandoned the chaos or the femme fatale has hooked up with Lord Shangguan again?" ”

There was a sound of bones tearing all around, and he didn't have the heart to continue to joke, he drew his sword and "Xun Wei", and his spiritual power was wrapped in a shield.

The dead tree, which was as rotten as white as bones, was beheaded, and its hands were stretched out to the sky, speechless to complain. The horizon flickered, blurry white dots of light, overlapping huge black shadows, tearing through the night in despair.

What was chilling was that there were four figures on the ground at the same time.

No, it can't be said to be a human figure, there is no one around the dead tree.

Only the bitter wind whistled with raindrops, blowing the robes flying.

Then black insects flew up from the ground, and they were so numerous that they made people's scalps tingle when they saw it. Ye Shen lost his breath and watched the group of Xuan Butterflies fly by ignoring him and follow behind.

In the previous life, the Soul Killing Sect did not have a so-called Xuandie, but it was a poison forbidden technique, and there were all kinds of demon sects.

This world is obviously a little more difficult to deal with.

The butterfly stopped in the brightly lit restaurant that passed through the alley, and bared its teeth outside. Ye Shen was afraid that they would rush in, so he looked left and right on the ground, found a stone, and threw it at the ceramic jar next door.

The jar shattered, and the brewed wine inside flowed out and dripped, and Ye Shen threw out sparks very unceremoniously. In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and Xuandie no longer lingered, and continued to fly forward, as if someone had ordered it.

The startled dreamer, who didn't even have time to put on clothes and shoes, ran out scolding.

"Whose baby! What are you doing smashing my jar! ”

Ye Shen touched his nose weakly, said "sin" in his heart, and hurriedly followed Xuandie.

The steps were one step and two steps, two steps and three steps, and at the end, Xuan Die's flight speed was getting faster and faster, forcing Ye Shen to chase after him with light power. Seeing the familiar picture in front of him, he realized that he had followed him to the foot of the mountain of the Salvation Sect.

Twelve years ago, the spirit stone that he had destroyed when he first came to the world was replaced by a towering spiritual tree. Xuandie bit the fruit on the tree, and hurriedly wanted to fly in to save the world. However, the realm stopped them outside, and even if they broke their heads, they couldn't score another half a point.

Just when Ye Shen was about to burn them all to death, Xuandie turned a corner, flew around the salvation world for a long time, and rushed up from the back mountain.

- Lin's ancestral tomb mountain

Ye Shen watched as Xuan Die tore through the realm and flew in, and the palm-sized hole made him dumbfounded. He once argued with Xie whether there was a fine work to save the world, but the other party denied it at first. Because there are demons in the salvation world, it is impossible not to find out.

I didn't expect that stubborn enchantments could also be destroyed.

Especially the Houshan realm, where the yin qi is the heaviest and weakest.

It's a hell of a thing!

Ye Shen suddenly felt that he had lived to the bottom of his ass in his previous life, and he didn't even know this place!

"Idiot, you've been followed and you're coming back?"

An angry voice came from the rockery, and then a blazing fire burst into flames, burning the nearly fifty butterflies to ashes.

The salvation sect, there really is an inner ghost!

Ye Shen simply removed his disguise, and he stabbed over without saying a word about "Xunwei". "Poof", the voice was a little thin, not the sound of piercing the flesh, and in the middle of confusion, white pieces of paper exploded in the air, and ...... A grimace mask that falls to the ground half-joyed and half-sorrowful.

It was he who escaped from the flames and rushed to his mother's house to see the mask on the face of the arsonist hiding behind the wall!

He trembled, his mouth was half open, and he let out a hoarse exclamation that felt like a knife slicing open his chest.

"No ——!"

"Ye, Jin, Hua!"

The scolding behind him pulled back Ye Shen who was on the verge of collapse, he turned around in despair, his eyes that had lost focus looked at it for a long time, and finally recognized that the person who had just called his name angrily was Xie Fangfang.

Ye Shen defended: "Senior brother, there are internal ghosts to save the world, and I didn't kill Xuandie." ”

"The physical evidence is there, what else do you have to explain?" Xie Fang obviously didn't listen to the explanation.

Both are young and promising monks, and if they really fight, it is not certain who will win and who will lose, anyway, every grass and tree here will be destroyed.

Ye Wan, who was belated, was stunned when she saw Ye Shen, who had not seen her for three years, and immediately ran over and said, "Senior Brother Xie, Xianjun asked you to come here to find the corpse of the young master." It's not for you to fight, Xiao Shen can't be a meticulous worker, how can he harm the salvation of the world if he treats him so well. ”

"How can there be so many impossibilities?" Xie Fang shook off Ye Wan, who was holding his hand, and sneered, "Your Demon Sect is originally a pair of pants, and what you do is disgusting, and the master is crazy to harvest you as an apprentice!" ”

"The deity is not crazy."

The simple four words made Xie Fangfang, who was originally full of words, speechless.

The comer's expression is leisurely, as if all the worldly hustle and bustle are separated from the door of the heart, quietly as if he is outside the world, prosperous and withering, unstained with dust.

She came to the wind like a thousand trees blooming.

Ye Shen worshiped her door for the first time, and sincerely praised her for her good looks, which grew to his heart.

Cong Ran said indifferently: "How can he come to the world, he is just a layman in the world." ”

A stroke of beautiful women, shocked into the eyes, eyebrows seem to meet three years ago, now as an old man to see.

The past comes to light.

Returning to the silence, the surrender of all the immortals, from the breeze from the ran, falling from the sky, falling flowers, floating flowers like rain, plain white robes, knee-length black cloud hair gorgeous and grand pouring out, shocked by the eyebrows of the heavens, indifferent and cold eyes, Yingluo light dance, dark fragrance floating.

Let him be abused by the disciples of the salvation of the world and stay out of the matter.

The screen turns.

From the appearance of Ran desperately protecting herself behind her, her mean words have a somewhat caring tone, which is really existing.

Ye Shen couldn't tell the difference all of a sudden.

What is true and what is false.

"Master, in the three years since he left, nothing has happened to save the world, as soon as he came, he attracted these butterfly insects, you say he is not suspicious!" Xie Fang pointed at Ye Shen's nose and said viciously.

Cong Ran bowed slightly, and said something completely different: "This matter was not done by him, you are so aggressive, do you have a ghost in your heart?" ”

“……”

Xie Fang has a kind of called dumb eating coptis, and he can't tell if he suffers.

From Ran's sleeves, he scattered the dust of the insects: "You go back to the room to rest, it's not too early, Ming'er will go to find Yi'er's corpse again." ”

Ye Wan replied "yes", Xie Fang snorted, but still went down the mountain and went back to the residence to rest.

On the hill of the grave, the two stared at each other awkwardly.

Cong Ran coughed lightly and talked about Lin Yi's corpse in general. Three years ago, the body was found and continued to be buried in the coffin, and after a long time of stability, the body disappeared again.

He listened absentmindedly, thinking that when he came down the mountain, he was the same height as Congran, and now standing beside her, he was already more than half a head taller than her. Looking down at the cold face of the little master, he was all distant, and he couldn't say anything to his mouth.

"Got something to say?" Cong Ran Qing raised his head and looked at Ye Shen's eyes.

Yes, there's a lot to say. I want to ask you if you have thought about this seat in the past three years, I want to ask you how you have been doing in the past three years, and I want to ask if you are afraid of the cold and wear a padded jacket coat every winter solstice......

With so many words, how could he finish asking in one breath, and his little master, who loves to get angry and take rattan weaving anytime and anywhere, would answer his words at one time?

"I heard that a year after the apprentice went down the mountain, the master was in retreat, is he in poor health?"

Still is......

The mind is in turmoil, and I need to find a place to meditate.

His eyebrows are distinct, and his eyes are pure pitch black, as black as the end of the endless abyss at the end of the universe, and after looking at it for a while, he has the illusion that he is about to be sucked in.

"There is a sign that you want to break through your cultivation before you retreat and cultivate." Cong Ran glanced at him, his face did not change, and his heart did not beat.

The sable hidden in her cuff made a disdainful sound.

In exchange for the biting cold, it immediately hugged Congran's wrist, and then there was dissatisfaction, holding back.

How could Ye Shen not notice this abnormality, his depressed mood was swept away, and he followed behind her like a dog's skin plaster: "Master believes in me like this, Xuandie was not brought or killed by me?" ”

Cong Ran said honestly: "You dare to lie in front of your teacher? ”

Don't you dare to give him a hundred guts!

"No...... Can't. Ye Shen wanted to cry without tears, and in a blink of an eye, he bumped into a touch of red from the top of Ran's head, "That master, the apprentice has a question, how long have you been wearing this hairpin?" ”

……

Day 2

Ye Shen met Cong Ran again, and the hairpin on her head was changed to plain white, as for where the red hairpin went, she replied casually: "The deity thinks that the hairpin looks good and wears it more, but the deity still thinks that the red is too picky and not suitable." ”

Ye Shen held back his laughter throughout the whole process, he wouldn't tell Cong Ran himself that he had asked the Salvation Disciple before he came, what was wrong with the master in the past three years.

What the disciple said is more mysterious, the only difference between the immortal monarch is that he often wears a red hairpin on the top of his head, and he is very eye-catching wherever he goes.