Lu Haoran and his superior, Wan Zhiquan, a partial general of the Chinese army, applied for a single room.

This made Luo Shixin feel particularly surprised.

"What's wrong? Do you think my feet stink? Luo Shixin took off his socks and put his feet under his nose, "It tastes good." ”

This scene happened to be seen by Lu Haoran, who entered the house to pack his luggage.

Lu Haoran frowned slightly, didn't speak, just silently began to clean up.

Luo Shixin stood barefoot on the ground and pointed at Lu Haoran: "I said Lao Lu, you can't abandon me because of the disparity between our two backgrounds!" ”

Lu Haoran turned around and said, "When did I think there was a huge difference between our two backgrounds?" ”

Luo Shixin wanted to pat Lu Haoran on the shoulder, but was dodged by the other party.

"You still don't dislike it?!" Luo Shixin asked rhetorically.

"Think about what your hand just touched?" Lu Haoran did not show weakness.

Luo Shixin smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so excited." ”

Fu laughed again: "Seriously, why did you want to leave me?" Originally, because you like to be clean, only you and me were arranged in this room, and I usually treat you well, right? Do you think I'm from a civilian background?"

Lu Haoran said disdainfully: "You pull it down, do you really think that I don't know that you are the grandson of the old man Luo Tianlu Luo of Xuantian Sect?" ”

Luo Shixin was stunned for a while, and then landed on Lu Haoran again and again: "It turns out that you already knew that you were hiding so deeply!" ”

Lu Haoran said without looking back: "I don't know who is hiding deeply." ”

Luo Shixin looked outside the room and made a silent movement: "Only Zhu Guogong knows about this here, even Lao Wan, who cares about us, doesn't know." ”

"How many generations are you from the Xuantian Sect?"

Lu Haoran packed his bags and sat on the edge of the bed.

Luo Shixin hugged his fists and said: "Officially introduced, the thirty-fifth generation of the Xuantian Sect, the scholar generation, Luo Shixin." ”

Lu Haoran hugged his fists and saluted back: "The twenty-first generation descendant of the Demon Suppression Sect, Haozi, Lu Haoran." ”

Luo Shixin wiped his hand on his pants, and then patted the latter's shoulder under Lu Haoran's disdainful gaze.

"Yes, yes! You are the first person to be promoted to the realm of the famous Demon Suppression Sect, and you are still the Red and Green Twins!

At that time, I saw that you suddenly appeared in the crowd from the moment you 'swooped' on the horse, so I immediately went to find Zhu Guogong.

I said, I want to be with you, and he asked me why, and I made it clear to him, and he immediately agreed. “

Lu Haoran frowned: "What did you tell him?" You want to stay with me? ”

Luo Shixin laughed: "Yes, of course the heirs of the two major sects in the world have to live together." ”

Lu Haoran sighed lightly: "You just say that you can live together, what do you say together." ”

"Doesn't that seem affectionate?"

"Kiss a ghost!" Lu Haoran's face was slightly red.

Luo Shixin sat down in front of Lu Haoran: "Seriously, why did you move out to live in a single room, is it related to the fact that you went to peek at Mo Ran before?" ”

Lu Haoran replied: "It is precisely for this reason that Mo Ran is actually brewing his soul......"

Before Lu Haoran finished speaking, Luo Shixin shouted and jumped up: "Soul Brewing?!" It can't be the soul I thought of, right?! ”

Lu Haoran nodded slowly.

Luo Shixin clapped his hands: "I understand!" So when you peeked at him in those days, you just found that he was secretly brewing souls, no wonder his cultivation level had improved so quickly! ”

He approached Lu Haoran again, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out: "So the reason why you left me is that you want to find a place where no one is to upgrade and break the mirror?" Because the self in your heart who does not admit defeat does not want to be surpassed by others. ”

Being asked by Luo Shixin, Lu Haoran fell silent.

Seeing that he was silent, Luo Shixin took him as a acquiescence in his heart.

The awkward silence lasted for half a tea time.

Luo Shixin patted Lu Haoran on the shoulder: "Actually, I think that although Na Mo Ran has a higher ranking than you, he may not be able to beat you in actual combat." ”

Lu Haoran sighed: "I can beat ......"

Luo Shixin was stunned for a moment, and also sighed: "Ah, this...... Okay, brother, I won't stop you, after all, you're the one on the list, and I'm just a mess. ”

Lu Haoran didn't pick up, but carried the luggage behind his back: "Let's go." ”

Then he walked out the door without looking back.

Luo Shixin looked at the backs in front of him without hesitation, and his face changed from a smile to a serious one: "If it weren't for the old man not letting me show my true strength, how could there be no me on the list."

If I hadn't been ordered to spy on you, I wouldn't have been in the same room with you for so long. Every day I spend alone with you, I can't wait to compete with you, but I can only pretend to be crazy and stupid, and gag. Now that you're gone, I don't have to worry about it. ”

Suddenly, an old whisper came from his soul sense: "Shixin, I know that you really want to compete with the Chiqing Twins, but as a disciple of the Mirror Moon Division, you can't expose your true strength, you know what I mean, yes or no?" ”

Luo Shixin sighed secretly and replied in his soul sense: "The disciple naturally knows, grandpa...... No, Sect Master. ”

The old man said, "And if you touch the true face of the red and green twins, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Luo Shixin hugged his fists and said, "The disciple obeys." ”

The old voice no longer replied.

……

……

Unconsciously, Mo Ran's state of mind cultivation in the Soul Serving Domain reached the three hundred and thirty-seventh day, but there was no progress.

Sikong Zhuo looked at Mo Ran, who was wrapped in a soul qi mass, with a solemn expression.

Once again, he entered the sea of souls of Mo Ran.

Although the soul sealing lock in the soul sea was subjected to the impact of the soul qi of the five great ancestors, it still did not move at all, but it spontaneously emitted golden light.

The cultivation of the state of mind is divided into three steps.

The first step is to use the soul qi of the five ancestors to break through the soul lock.

The second step is to use the mind to drive the soul qi of the five ancestors to gather into a group.

The third step is to disperse the soul qi of the five great ancestors and form a sea of stable soul qi.

These three steps are relatively simple for ordinary martial artists who only have one or two ancestor souls.

Rao is like this, and it also requires a martial artist to pay at least five to ten years of cultivation.

Because every time the Ancestor Soul Qi increases, the difficulty of reconciling increases exponentially.

At the same time, being the soul of the five great ancestors is both a blessing and a tragedy for a martial artist.

Because you may not be able to achieve the integration of the five soul qi in your lifetime.

However, the time flow in the Soul Serving Domain is much slower than that of the outside world.

Before I knew it, three hundred and thirty-seven days had passed in the Soul Serving Domain, and the golden soul sealing lock was still motionless.

"There must be something inside that binds Mo Yan's state of mind."

As a last resort, Sikong Zhuo decided to take the initiative to intervene.

So his heartstrings surged, invading the river of memories suspended above the sea of souls.

The stream of memories is formed by the convergence of memory highlights, and then under the influence of the state of mind, each highlight takes over and flickers.

The brighter the bright spot, the more memorable it is.

Passing through the river, Sikong Zhuo suddenly found that the light of three huge bright spots turned out to be dark red.

It represents these three memories painfully and profoundly.

"What kind of memory is so painful?"

Sikong Zhuo flew to one of them, and used his hands to unfold the highlights into the size of a picture scroll.

Mo Ran above is still two years old, seems to be seriously ill, and his head is oozing with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

Mrs. Mo, Ye Xinlan, complained to a domestic servant.

"Does the master still refuse to come back?"

The servant shook his head again and again, his face embarrassed.

Ye Xinlan complained: "Could it be that the Demon Suppression Division and Guo Mingda are more important than their own sons?" ”

Two-year-old Mo Ran closed his eyes tightly, his face was like earth, and he said nonsense: "Daddy, daddy, I miss daddy." ”

Ye Xinlan had tears in his eyes: "Dye'er, your father will be back soon, soon." ”

Fu shouted to the servant again: "Order someone to find the master again!" If you don't come back, don't come back! ”

The servant nodded and stepped back.

……

Sikong Zhuo shrunk this memory back to the size of a bright spot, and walked towards the second dark red bright spot.

The second dark red memory highlight was also exhibited by him as the size of a picture scroll.

The Mo Ran above is already five years old.

At this time, he was under house arrest in his room.

"Let me out! Mo Datou! Mo Ran banged on the door desperately, "Let me out!" You have wronged me! ”

The guards outside the house seemed to be unconscious.

Mo Chengzong appeared in front of the door and shouted at Mo Ran inside: "You little rabbit cub! I'll send you to Xuantian Sect tomorrow!" ”

Hearing this, Mo Ran in the room shot even more fiercely: "Mo Datou! I don't want to go to Xuantian Sect! Going to go, you're going! ”

Mo Chengzong didn't answer, but told the guards on both sides: "You guys take a good look at this little rabbit cub!" Don't let him run! ”

The guard bowed and clenched his fists: "The last general listens to the order!" ”

Mo Chengzong turned to look at the sky in the distance, his expression was complicated, and then slowly left.

Leaving Mo Ran still slapping and abusing in the house.

……

Sikong Zhuo was silent, but he already had some plans in his heart.

He decided to look at the third dark red memory before making a plan.

Therefore, the third dark red memory was exhibited by him as a picture scroll.

At this time, Mo Ran was sixteen years old and was in a cage.

He sat alone in the shadows, muttering to himself.

"Mo Chengzong! You dead old man! Lock me up from childhood to adulthood! First the family was closed, then the Xuantian Sect was closed, and now the prison is closed! When I go out, I will cut off the father-son relationship with you!" ”

Sikong Zhuo floated to Mo Ran's side in the cage and found that Mo Ran's eyes were cold and full of anger.

"Sure enough, this son has been at odds with his father since he was a child, and he doesn't know that his father's harshness to him is actually out of protection."

Sikong Zhuo withdrew from the stream of memory, and his mind had been decided.

"We must first untie the knot between the two masters."