The bell is drunk, and I don't know the sun and the moon.

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Three more days.

The morning light shines into the cave.

This time, the first to wake up was the cold night of Beitang.

He was used to the churning fog in front of him, and he was also used to his divine consciousness being blocked.

But he was not very accustomed to having a man lying with him in his arms.

The boy's breathing was steady and long, apparently still asleep, one arm resting on his shoulder, and the leg with the golden bell resting on him as if it were possessing everything.

Beitang Hanye thought of the majestic demonic power he sensed in his body before he fell into the high heat, and then thought of the powerful spiritual power and vitality that were continuously transmitted to him from the other party's body during the double cultivation.

This method of double cultivation was completely different from the killing enlightenment he was used to, but in only half a month, his injuries had been completely healed, and his cultivation had improved again.

At his level, if he wants to improve, he has to accumulate a huge amount of cultivation, and if he continues like this, in less than two months, he will be able to break through the Tribulation Period, and once he leaves the secret realm, he will usher in the Heavenly Tribulation.

Beitang Hanye was not afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation, he just didn't know why a person who had no cultivation at all when he first saw him would now burst out with such a huge demonic power.

He touched Chu Yiyang's hand and probed his spiritual power into it, and the other party's meridians accepted his power very softly, allowing him to test in this body.

Sure enough, when the vision disappeared, the young man's cultivation was still very shallow, but the demonic power of his dantian was very heavy, as if he had swallowed the demon pill alive.

But how could a person devour the demon pill raw? If you swallow it, I'm afraid that you will explode and die in an instant, and you can't live like him until now.

He remembered that Chu Yiyang's words and deeds from appearing in front of him to the present were subtly different from the people he had seen, and he didn't care about the things that others cared about, as if he had a completely different set of logic from the human race.

It's not so much that he appears in the secret realm as a person with no cultivation, but that he is a demon beast in the Aoba secret realm.

However, there are restrictions in the Aoba Secret Realm, even the heaven-level Kui Dragon who has lived for an unknown number of years has no chance to transform into a human form, what kind of demon beast is he in this secret realm, can he come to him on that rainy night, cover up the truth with lies, and stay by his side to this day?

Beitang sat up in the cold night, let the young man next to him who didn't know if it was a human or a demon beast lie in place, and then put away the torn dark heavy coat and took out new clothes from the storage ring.

A robe was draped over the man who seemed to be overconsumed and still asleep, and he himself got up and walked without a wisp in the direction of the cave pool.

……

Chu Yiyang was dreaming.

He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't get out of it because it was a nightmare.

He dreamed that his parents were on a plane crash, and his younger brother Ah Ye was still three or four years old, sitting with his parents, and when the plane crashed, he fell from a high altitude with his parents and was shattered.

Chu Yiyang's originally relaxed fists clenched, struggling in this suffocating dream, and finally opened his eyes and woke up, seeing the familiar mountain wall above his head.

He sat up suddenly, and then felt something covering his body slip down and pile up to his waist.

It was a dream.

He closed his eyes, thinking that it was a dream.

But when I think about what the situation is now, I feel that the reality is not much better.

Because he's still stuck here, and he hasn't found anyone yet.

The fire had been extinguished, the snake he had roasted had cooled, and there was no sound in the cave except the sound of the water that he had been so accustomed to all these days.

Chu Yiyang opened his eyes suddenly.

When he saw that he had changed into a silver robe, and there were still white silk threads embroidered with lotus flowers on the cuffs of his placket, showing a solemn cold night in Beitang, he saw that the black cloth strips on his eyes had not gone, but he was meditating quietly on the side, and then he was relieved.

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8.2

Chapter 17

Although the vision of the cold night in Beitang was separated from the divine consciousness by the ban on his eyes, he knew it from the moment Chu Yiyang woke up, and when he heard the sound of the robe slipping off the young man's body, he opened his mouth and asked, "Have you had a nightmare?" ”

At this moment, he has faded away from the intrusion of lust and poison, and he is the sword that is not stained with dust and has an unsullied sword heart.

Chu Yiyang saw him sitting in this crude cave, as if he had turned this place into his golden platform on the top of Kunlun.

Like him, a peerless genius who was born to cultivate swords and entered the extremely high realm early, such a thing as a dream naturally has nothing to do with him. Therefore, Chu Yiyang said, "It's okay", and looked down at the clothes covered by his body.

There is no third person in the cave except for the two of them, this robe must have been covered by Beitang for him, judging from the thousand-petal lotus pattern on it that only Kunlun Jianzi uses, this dress is also his.

With the current relationship between the two, coupled with Beitang's act of covering him with his own clothes on a cold night, it adds a bit of charm for no reason.

The fact that Beitang had a storage bag on his body in the cold night, Chu Yiyang knew about it before.

He grabbed the robe that had slipped to his waist, draped it over his shoulders, and wrapped himself in it.

It's not surprising that there was a change of clothes inside, but the owner of the bag can't be expected to be able to pull any food out of it now that he's sober.

Looking at the appearance of the cold night in Beitang, it is obvious that he has just woken up from his meditation, and he must have meditated and practiced as soon as he woke up, and it seems that the injuries on his body are no longer serious. Later, they will double cultivate, and for him, it will be a real preparation for the tribulation, and the northern realm will soon usher in their youngest Sword Venerable.

Beitang had nothing to do on a cold night, and he would soon be able to bring this world back to the established track, this realization made Chu Yiyang feel happy for a while.

This happy feeling somewhat diluted the gloom of the nightmare, and he planned to get up and go to the pool in the cave to wash up.

The launch of the demon pill is always very irregular, and I don't know how long it will be before the next launch, but he still decides to fight quickly.

It's just that Beitang Hanye is not satisfied with the answer he gave earlier, and he wants to know what this young man who has a mysterious origin and doesn't care much about many things that should be cared about has dreamed about, so that he can struggle so hard before waking up.

He sat where he was and didn't move, just "looking" in the direction where Chu Yiyang was, and said to him, "Come here." ”

Because I wanted him to come over and ask him what he saw in his dream, the idea came from his heart, so when Beitang said these two words in the cold night, he unconsciously brought the power of the blood contract.

These two words fell on Chu Yiyang like a lasso, making him feel that a layer of imprisonment was suddenly added to his body, and then he was pulled by an invisible force, changing the direction he wanted to go before, and walked towards the person sitting on the ground.

The excessively long robe made a small crumbling sound as it dragged on the ground, and the string of golden bells on the young man's feet shook as he slowly approached him.

The next moment, Beitang felt a familiar weight fall into his arms in the cold night, and then the two arms belonging to the young man also poked out of their robes and wrapped around their shoulders and necks as if they were in love.

Beitang was slightly stunned on a cold night.

It's probably because the order of acquaintance between the two is reversed, and before they know each other's identities and origins, they do what only the closest Taoist couple in the world can do, so the closeness of the young man did not make him resist and dislike.

On the contrary, the man in his arms reminded him of the cat he had when he was a child.

He was not born with a Kunlun sword, nor was he born with a killing dao.

When he was a child, he lived in a palace at the top of Kunlun, with a long night and a cold moon, and a kitten as young as him could give some comfort to a child who was also abandoned by his mother.

A cat's heartbeat calms people, and at an age when he is a child who can be disturbed by nightmares, the kitten's heartbeat is as calming as the heartbeat of a teenager in his arms at this moment.

They were so close that Beitang Hanye could hear his heartbeat very clearly, and his killing heart, which had not been calmed down for a moment after he entered the Killing Dao, was actually calmed down at this moment.

The cave was silent for a moment except for the sound of dripping water from the ceiling, and the thoughts that had called him over to ask him what he had seen in his dreams that frightened him were now unimportant.

Chu Yiyang was wearing his robe, and it smelled like his breath, a creature like this who had no cultivation would not be able to survive even if he turned into a human form in the secret realm.

He shouldn't be here.

After thinking about this for a lifetime, Beitang suddenly saw the thought that was hidden deeper in his heart-

The most important place for him in the world should be by his side.

So the killing heart calmed down, but in his chest, something else burned.

……

Human environment, Aoba Mountain Castle.

A few days ago, a supreme man came to the city, his sword replaced the original water magic weapon to suppress the Xuanyin veins in the ground, the aura in the city was restored, and the mortals in the city felt better, and the almost destroyed Aoba Mountain Castle began to be rebuilt steadily.

And the things that the heads of the various sects and elders worried about did not happen, and it seemed that after that, everything in the secret realm became smooth.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was shining on the city, which was now patrolling the real monks.

The outside of the city was still a desert, and it took three days for the snowstorm left by the sword to completely melt, and the inside and outside of the city were restored to their original colors.

The monk's spirit was stronger than that of mortals, and his body was stronger than that of mortals, so looking at the yellow sand under such a scorching sun did not make them feel uncomfortable, but in the midst of the steaming heat and making everything in the desert look distorted, a figure suddenly appeared.

The monk at the head of the city narrowed his eyes, looked in that direction, and saw that the person who had come was a luthier in a green shirt.

His hair was very messy, and the back of his head was like a dead branch that had been broken off from somewhere, and the donkey he was riding under him was also very thin, and he was dusty all the way, and every man and a donkey seemed to be stained with dust.

But despite his unkempt appearance, and his green shirt was beaten by yellow sand, he looked clean.

It was as if there was no cleaner man in heaven and earth.

He rode slowly forward on a donkey, and suddenly a child's cry came from behind him.

The monk at the head of the city was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that he was not alone.

The donkey violinist was followed by a boy also dressed in a blue shirt.

The little piano boy was holding a piano taller than him, trying not to let the tail drag to the ground, and to keep up with the donkey in the desert, so he looked very struggling.

His master on the donkey, however, had no intention of helping, and when he heard his voice, he only turned his head and smiled at him and said something.

The luthier looks like he is a certain age, but just like the contradiction between the loose and the clean in him, he gives people the impression that he is still very young.

There are fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and when he smiles, it is like the ripples of spring water being swept away by the breeze, obviously as if he has been rolling in the world for many years, but these eyes are very bright, as if he has not seen too much dirt in the world.

Such a contradictory person, even if he had an ordinary aura and a child by his side, the monks at the head of the city did not take it lightly.

They knew what had happened in the city before, and they knew why they had been transferred here from where they were stationed, so they didn't think of this person as an ordinary luthier at all, and quickly passed on the strange movements in the desert to make the others more vigilant.

However, they were fully prepared, waiting for the pair of masters and servants to shrink into inches and come to the city in an instant, but the man and his little qin boy really walked slowly for a long time before they came to the towering walls of Aoba Mountain Castle, and they did not show the fairy means that the people at the head of the city thought of at all.

The luthier and his boy came to the closed gates and looked up at the majestic city in front of them.

The little qin boy held the piano, raised his round little face, and looked at the city gate with more than a dozen of his heights, and his young round eyes showed amazement:

"This is Aoba Mountain Castle?"

"Yes." His master rode on the back of a donkey and replied gently, "This is Aoba Mountain Castle." ”

"Hey, down there!" Suddenly the voice of the monk patrolling the city came from above their heads, and the master and servant raised their heads a little, looked up, and saw the monk leaning out, and shouted to them, "What are you here for?" Now that the city is sealed, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and if it is a mortal, it will have to take a detour to the city next door. ”

As he spoke, he pointed his hand hundreds of miles away, pointing to another border town that also stood in the desert, but was not as big as Aoba Mountain Castle, and not as famous as it was.

Although they felt that this Luotuo qin master could not be a monk, after all, no monk in the world walked like this, but the middle-aged monk who stood at the head of the city and spoke to them still added an extra sentence: "If it is a monk, if you want to enter the city, you must show your identity." ”