It is said in the book that Yan Buyi was brought to the Xuanchi Sect by the Yan family from a very young age, repeatedly preached and brainwashed, making him desperate for his sect, but never mentioned that Yan didn't know how to come to the Yan family.

Who would have thought that that amazing genius sword cultivator was once locked in a cage like an animal, shackled for people to choose.

Yin Qingle covered his mouth, his throat seemed to be burned, painful and numb. She knew that she was in the illusion of the past, and she couldn't do anything, so she forcibly stabilized her emotions and half-squatted beside Yan Zhi.

The little boy was pulled by his hair, his head was forcibly lifted, and his back was straight. He was only four or five years old, and he looked childish, and the baby fat on his cheeks had not yet faded.

A pair of dark eyes were half-open, their gaze was misty, and their complexion was sickly red.

He was burned and looked sleepy. is obviously so cute that he can be called "cub" at an age, but he has become a chopping board fish in a cage.

"Why is this guy covered in wounds?" Yan Jiaojiao smiled and asked the yellow-clothed monk.

The monk hurriedly said, "Earlier, he tried to escape with the people in the cage, but he was beaten. Fairy rest assured, don't look at his half-dead appearance now, he is a Qi cultivation cultivator, and he will be able to recover soon. ”

"Since you want to, I'll tie you up?"

"No need." Yan Jiaojiao showed a look of annoyance, "You wait for me here for a while." ”

After speaking, she turned around and walked towards Yan Xun.

Yin Qingle squatted on the ground and stretched out her hand, and after her hand passed through Yan Buzhi's body countless times, she knew that she couldn't help him. Gritting his teeth hard, he got up from the ground and followed behind Yan Jiaojiao.

Yan Jiaojiao came to Yan Xun's side and saluted: "Father, I have checked it, and it is indeed the person in the portrait." ”

Yan Xun shook his head: "In this case, take it back." ”

"Yes." Yan Jiaojiao lowered her head, "In that case, I will give him the position of the young sect master." ”

Yin Qingle continued to get closer, wanting to know more details, but only heard Yan Xun's cold drink: "Kneel." ”

"Who said that the position of Young Sect Master is yours?" Yan Xun heard Yan Jiaojiao's off-string sound, raised his foot and kicked it over, kicking the girl to the ground with one kick.

"The position of the young sect master, these three hundred years are his, the future is mine, you are just a female cultivator, don't daydream."

Yin Qingle's three views on this world have been refreshed again in a short period of time. She didn't expect that she was already a fairy with a Xianxia background, and there was even a patriarchal position.

Yan Jiaojiao was prostrate on the ground, she had long been used to beating and scolding, she coughed a few times, and asked: "Father wants to give that person a name?" ”

Yan Xun was careless: "What do you think?" ”

"My daughter doesn't know ......"

"Then let's call it not knowing." Yan Xun said, he glanced to the side, "This place is really dirty, leave quickly after receiving someone." ”

As he spoke, the monk couldn't wait, grabbed the chains and walked towards the two of them.

"Do you still want him? Five hundred high-grade spirit stones, good seedlings for practicing qi to take home. ”

The little boy was pulled and stumbled, he staggered behind him, his eyes seemed to be open, the yellow-clothed monk pulled hard, Yan didn't know that he didn't stand firmly, and fell down the steps.

Yin Qingle stood a few steps away, forgetting that he couldn't touch anything, and took a few steps forward, opening his arms to catch him.

Naturally, nothing was touched, and when the two staggered past, Yin Qingle rushed to a strong force, she fell backwards, flipped her body and rolled down the steps.

She suddenly felt pain. When she opened her eyes again, her hand holding the ground was not her own, but a small short hand that was still a little fleshy.

In front of me was scattered sand and gravel, footsteps came, and a pair of beautiful red boots entered the field of vision.

Yan Jiaojiao came to her and stretched out her hand with a smile. She held a glass of wine, the water in the glass was rippling and blue, and there was an eerie gentleness between her eyebrows.

"I've found you, good brother, and I've made you suffer. Come, drink this toast and go home with me. ”

Yin Qingle straightened his neck in a daze, and suddenly reacted. In the moments of intertwining, she entered Yan Ming's perspective. The picture she saw at the moment was the scene when the Yan family found Yan Buzhi and took him out of the cage.

If she didn't know about it, she should have reached out and taken the wine glass now, drank it all with gratitude, and returned to the sect with Yan Jiaojiao and Yan.

Once I realized this, my head "buzzed" and all kinds of noises sounded.

"The grace of saving lives, the virtue of recreation. There is nothing to repay, there is no way to repay. ”

"Bastard, you've been in a high position for three hundred years, but I didn't expect you to be a complete impostor."

Among them, her own voice was also mixed, crisp and crisp: "Xuanchi Sect is squeezing!" It's they who are sorry for you. ”

Countless people's voices and countless ideas came one after another, almost drowning Yin Qingle's consciousness. She used Yan Zhijiao's body to raise her eyes with difficulty, and saw Yan Jiaojiao smiling and handing over the wine glass.

"Come, drink it, and we'll go home."

Yin Qingle opened his mouth and didn't make any sound.

In Yan's memory, is the development of things like this?

He was locked in a cage, traveling with monks who were comparable to human teeth, and when he was tortured and seriously injured and comatose, he was taken back to Xuanchi Sect by the Yan family on the pretext of finding his own son.

As far as he is concerned, it was the Yan family who saved him, it was they who saved the wrong person, and let the biological child continue to wander away to give him a chance to breathe.

Therefore, when the Yan family changed their attitude and punished him with death, Yan didn't know how to atone for his sins, although he didn't want to hand over his life.

He didn't know that Yan Jiaojiao and Yan Xun were specially looking for him, he didn't know that someone in the dark had been eyeing him early, he didn't know that everyone treated him as an object, and even his name was thrown to him at random in idle conversation.

Yin Qingle's fingertips were wrapped around dark demonic energy, and intense emotions fluctuated in her heart, she seemed to have become Yan Ming, like a dazed child, helpless and didn't know what to do. Yin Qingle's words to him made the confusion in his heart even more serious.

Yin Qingle closed his eyes, raised his hands, hugged his shoulders, and indirectly hugged the poor child.

Yan Jiaojiao's persuasion continued, Yin Qingle Huo Ran opened her eyes and raised her hand to knock over the wine glass. She was pressed to the ground by the monk, glared at Yan Jiaojiao with her head held high, and asked, "Who asked you to come here?" ”

"Who gave you your album and told you to come to him?" She broke free from the shackles of the little boy's body, and walked forward step by step against the noise in the sky, grabbing Yan Jiaojiao's clothes.

The probe hand was like fishing for the moon in the water, as soon as he touched Yan Jiaojiao, the girl figure in front of him shattered and turned into a point of light and dispersed.

Yin Qingle stepped out, and as soon as her feet landed, the illusion shook a few times, and began to crack and collapse from the soles of her feet, and her surroundings turned black again.

Yin Qingle groped around blankly, and was suddenly grabbed by an invisible force, forcibly dragging her away from the sea of consciousness that Yan didn't know.

This time was different from before, after leaving Zhihai, Yin Qingle did not feel dizzy from being restrained, and the fresh air stimulated her five senses and made her regain her senses.

In front of her was swaying water vapor, she maintained a prone position, unable to ease her mood for a long time.

A clear male voice sounded in his ears: "Are you better?" ”

Yin Qingle let out a confused "um", and suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he was not lying on the ground or pillowing on a snowdrift.

She lay on the man's chest, and reached out in a daze, and the palm was warm, full of wet crystal water droplets.

The robe was lined with waterproof and dustproof, and her tears naturally did not penetrate into it, and all of them were blocked out.

"You've been crying since you entered my Purple Mansion, what have you seen?" The voice continued.

Yin Qingle raised his face and looked at Yan Yan's dark eyes. She thought of the little boy in the realm of sea fantasy again, three hundred years later, the immaturity on his face had faded, and the eyebrows and eyes became deeper and deeper, and he could no longer see his inner thoughts.

He raised his right hand flat, and sacrificed his spiritual power to block the falling snowflakes. The light in his eyes returned to calm, and the demonic energy that was churning before disappeared without a trace, and he was temporarily suppressed.

The dark shadow reflected in the moonlight, and Yin Qingle was hugged all over, although Yan didn't know how to return to normal, but the sense of oppression was not completely gone.

"I see you." Yin Qingle sniffed, looked at Yan Zhizhi with red eyes, didn't hold back, and wanted to cry again.

Yan Buzhi pursed his lips lightly: "I think so." ”

When Yin Qingle entered the sea of knowledge, he also fell into a coma. Yan didn't know that he dreamed about the days of his youth again, and the dream of being rescued from the cage by the Yan family and brought back to the Xuanchi Sect was vague and unclear.

He understood that this was Yin Qingle's sea of knowledge, turning out the memory that was pressed in the depths.

"You've seen it......" His gaze drifted into the distance.

Thinking of the girl's words before, remembering Yin Qingle's repeated defense of him, the blood on his body was cold inch by inch.

"In that case, what shall you think of me?" He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Yin Qingle, "A person who came from an unknown place and was rescued by the Yan family is also worthy of revenge and debts to them?" ”

She didn't know him, he was just a villain who escaped death by using the thunder of the sky to survive.

The degree of collapse of the Purple Mansion eased slightly, the killing intent and evil thoughts slowly faded away, and in the heavy snow, the bitterness in the heart and the cold poison in the body together, like hundreds of snow-bright daggers, frantically stirred Yan Zhi's internal organs.

With tears in the corners of her eyes, Yin Qingle got up from Yan Zhizhi's waist and looked down at the ground. Hearing Yan Buyi's words, he immediately raised his head, shook his head vigorously, realized that his meaning was wrong, and nodded again.

I had a lot of things to say, but I was stuck in my throat, and I didn't know how to organize my words. Yan didn't know that he was different from her, he didn't know anything, and now that they were in the dome abyss, he didn't have a chance to slowly explain it to Yan Zhi.

She heard Yan Zhizhi sigh like the wind: "Miss Yin......"

Yin Qingle wiped away her tears, straightened up, and looked up at him.

Yan didn't know and said: "You are relieved, die from the throne, and the main position of the heart binding spell will not be affected." What's more, with Heguang following you, the road ahead will be much easier. ”

He pushed Heguang to Yin Qingle, his original intention was to protect her, but he didn't expect Yin Qingle to find another way and chase after him with the fairy sword.

Yin Qingle didn't respond, Yan didn't know how to smile silently, he put away his hand to block the snow for Yin Qingle, and pressed his lower abdomen hard, intending to dissipate the pain caused by the cold poison.

Just as he was about to continue talking, gravity was suddenly exerted on his body, and Yan was caught off guard, and his body, which was easy to prop up, was crooked, and he fell back into the snowdrift.

"Miss Yin?" His tail trembled.

Yin Qingle still ignored him.

The girl shrunk into his arms, her teeth clenched, and her pretty face flushed. The crumpled robe was paralyzed on her body, she hugged Yan Zhi's neck, thundered and rained together, and cried loudly on the spot.