It was already the early morning of the next day when Sikong Haoran returned to Cloud Shadow Peak.

Yesterday, Senior Brother Gu Yulin told him exactly what happened in the Sword Sect more than half a month ago.

Master Ye Chaoyang was in retreat at the moment to heal his injuries, and suffered a lot of internal injuries due to the backlash of the Five Elements Killing Array.

When he heard these news, Sikong Haoran was in disbelief for a while.

It turned out that the source of the Sword Sect's catastrophe this time turned out to be him, no wonder on the way back to Cloud Shadow Peak, the people of the other four peaks in the inner gate all cast strange glances, and there was clearly a little fear, jealousy, and hatred in the depths of their pupils.

The dark night murder is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and feared like a tiger in the Hengduan Continent, in Sikong Haoran's mind, grandpa and their good friends have always been the heroes in his heart, but he didn't expect everyone to look at it like this.

However, it is no wonder that the head of the "Second Killing" has always acted ruthlessly and ruthlessly, and when the disappearance of the Sword Sect was destroyed, everyone in the Sword Sect was shocked, from the initial fear to the trembling in the soul.

Sikong Haoran doesn't care about other people's accusations, nor does he care about the remarks of people with hearts, at this moment he cares about whether his grandfather is injured and whether they are okay.

There was also a piece of news that also made Sikong Haoran a little surprised, in order to get rid of him, Dan Hong actually betrayed the Sword Sect, causing Yang Qing, the peak master of Shuangshi Peak, to suspend all duties and accept investigation.

According to Senior Brother, Danhong has been taken away by the Cave Heaven Blessed Land Adjudicator, and according to the rules, immortality will also be abolished.

Sikong Haoran didn't feel the slightest guilt, but gloated a little, if he hadn't used the evil blade mirage at the end, it was estimated that he would have been lying on the bed dying at this moment, or he had entered the six realms of reincarnation.

"Sword Sect, Hidden Sword Tower, Hunting Guild. Sikong Haoran slowly opened his eyes, his fists suddenly clenched, and the murderous aura that burst out of his ten fingers made his knuckles crack again and again.

Even if the Sword Sect was destroyed, Xiao Tian was still alive in the world; Murong Qiu, the owner of the Hidden Sword Tower, had his body destroyed, but his soul was also alive and well; with Sikong Haoran's current understanding of the soul, he knew deeply that the strongest person who had reached the level of the Sword Saint would be difficult to kill without special means.

"Demon Sect!" two difficult words roared out from the depths of the soul, the words splashed with blood, and the words were full of murderous intent.

In the earth-shattering battle of Tieling in the Western Regions, the man in the black and white robe, Sikong Haoran could not forget his hatred, hatred for him, and pain for him... It has long been carved into the bone marrow.

"Strength, the Sword Emperor is far from enough!" The gums were hideous, and the suddenly shrunken iris was blood-red.

The churning soul of the waves could not be calmed for a long time, strength, he needed strength, so that he could protect himself and protect the relatives who loved him.

His enemies were too strong, too powerful to be matched, so powerful that a single finger would be enough to pinch him to death. Whether near or far, there are countless hidden evils.

Jun Yue, Murong Yingxue, and Soul Refining Ding, he always felt that there was a strangeness between these three names, and it was far from being as simple as he imagined.

Now that the master is in retreat to heal his wounds, he can't solve the doubts in his heart for a while, and he learned from the mouth of the senior brother that he also knows very little about the news about the Taishang Elder Jun Yue, only that a major event happened three hundred years ago that caused a sensation in the entire Sword Sect.

And this earth-shattering event is inextricably linked with the Soul Refining Ding, and he instructed Sikong Haoran to go to the Sword Pavilion classics to find out if there is any record of this.

Sikong Haoran made a decision, a decision to leave the Sword Sect, he needed the baptism of blood, he needed the experience between life and death, but before that, he needed to go to the Sword Pavilion.

Squeak!

The door was gently pushed open, and a petite figure with two ponytails and eyebrow bangs peeked out of the crack in the door.

A pair of phoenix eyes bent into a crescent moon, and she raised her head slightly, and saw a familiar figure looking at her at this time.

Ye Ziying was taken aback, she was worried that she would wake up the little junior brother, but she didn't expect to be discovered as soon as she came in, and her green five fingers patted her little chest.

"Senior sister, why are you here? Sikong Haoran hid the coldness in his eyes, and looked at Ye Ziying with a smile with a bowl of millet porridge in front of him.

I saw her red lips spit slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief, the slightly undulating crisp breasts made Sikong Haoran's eyes unconsciously drift downward, I haven't seen her for a while, and the little senior sister has grown up.

"Senior Brother Haoran, there is something on my face. A soft voice came from between Ye Ziying's white and flawless lips and teeth, and the green five fingers shook in front of Sikong Haoran's eyes, and then wiped towards his face.

Yesterday, after she saw Sikong Haoran and Senior Brother Gu Yulin finish talking, she silently returned to the courtyard alone, and the distant figure made Ye Ziying feel inexplicably distressed.

So I got up early this morning and prepared millet porridge, just to make him feel better.

"There's a little flower cat. Sikong Haoran smiled deeply, hiding his wandering gaze just now, and wiped some faint marks on her face.

Only when facing Ye Ziying, the defense in his heart will all turn into tenderness.

Looking at the millet porridge on the wooden plate, the fragrance that came to the nose, and the coldness in the heart and soul were all wrapped in warmth.

"Isn't it fragrant, but I spent a morning preparing it for you, senior sister. Ye Ziying's cheeks were slightly red, and she could vaguely feel the long-lasting gentle caress under her eyes, her smart eyes closed slightly, and she pulled Sikong Haoran to sit at the wooden table.

With both hands, he took the wooden bowl, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, put it to his lips and blew it. ”

"Senior sister, I'm not injured. Sikong Haoran looked at Ye Ziying, who wanted to feed him millet porridge, and couldn't laugh or cry, this is treating me as a patient with upper body failure.

From childhood to adulthood, in his impression, in addition to his grandfather, only Xiaoxiao, who often followed behind his ass, did so.

Her every move, every word and deed reminded Sikong Haoran of the warm time in the past, since in the decisive battle of the grand event, the third senior sister Qian Lulu cut off the demons in his heart, whenever he thinks of it, he is no longer so painful, but the familiar memories slowly flow in his heart.

"I know you're not hurt, this wooden bowl is hot, hurry up and open your mouth. Ye Ziying's red lips pursed slightly, her beautiful eyes were lightly condensed, and a pair of big eyes stared at Sikong Haoran, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't feel like she was angry.

Sikong Haoran repeatedly shirked, but Ye Ziying just didn't give in, and finally lost.

Ye Ziying swallowed her saliva: "Isn't it delicious!"

"It's delicious," Sikong Haoran's face changed: "Senior sister, do you have a lot of medicinal herbs in the millet porridge?" ”

"Shhh ”

No wonder it tastes different, Sikong Haoran, who is well versed in the Begonia Medical Codex, knows what the medicinal materials are when he tastes it.

Two completely different medicinal materials, when matched with each other, it has its own proportion, more or less will change the medicinal properties, if the ratio is out of balance, not only will it not be beneficial, but it will even become poison, not to mention that these multi-flavored herbs are mixed together.

If it weren't for Sikong Haoran's profound mystery, breaking through to the Sword Emperor and eating a few more bowls, it is estimated that he would not be able to get out of bed for several days.

"Senior sister, senior brother and second senior brother may also be hungry, or... You send them to taste it

。 Sikong Haoran operated the Xuan Qi in his body and dissolved the medicinal properties in his body, and Ye Ziying did not find the slightest abnormality in the whole process.

Ye Ziying snorted softly: "No... It's all for you. ”

Sikong Haoran had a bright smile on his face, drank the last mouthful of millet porridge, and nodded and praised: "Senior sister, your craftsmanship is getting better and better, and this medicinal material can be less in the future..."

Ye Ziying's craftsmanship is indeed much better, the burnt smell is far away, but there is another one that is even more ruthless than the burnt taste, Sikong Haoran's heart is trembling fiercely. But... I don't know when I will be able to eat such an unforgettable delicacy again.

Before Sikong Haoran could finish speaking, Ye Ziying spoke up: "Is it too little?" Then I'll go to Yunju Peak to get some back." ”

"Ahem... Enough, enough!" Sikong Haoran stretched out his hand to grab Ye Ziying, who was about to leave, with her character, Yun Jufeng didn't know what earth-shattering events would happen, his eyebrows condensed slightly, and then slowly said: "Senior sister, I will leave... I'm going to the Sword Pavilion. ”

I wanted to tell Ye Ziying that he was going to leave the Sword Sect for a while, but he was afraid that if he said it, she would be unhappy, lost, and sad.

sighed in his heart, even if he couldn't bear it, he had a reason to leave.

"Oh," Ye Ziying seemed to notice something, but she didn't take it to heart, and said: "Then I'll go with you, Grandpa Wuxuan is good to me, what do you want, I want him to find it for you." ”

The Sword Pavilion Secret Technique is the supreme treasure of the Sword Sect, anyone who wants to bring it out privately, once it is discovered, it will be severely punished, not to mention that he is looking for the secret of the Soul Refining Ding, the less people know about this matter, the better.

He didn't want to cause trouble to Ye Ziying, and he didn't want some rights and wrongs to surround her, everything was caused by him, so let himself bear it, and he could afford it.

Sikong Haoran got up slowly, and said with a smile: "I'm not looking for secret techniques, but to consult some classics, don't worry, if there is something that can't be solved, I'll tell the beautiful and lovely little sister." ”

"Oh well. Ye Ziying's lips were curled, and her eyes were a little unhappy: "If Grandpa Wuxuan embarrass you, tell me, I will definitely pull off all his beards, hum!"

Sikong Haoran nodded hurriedly, and then walked in the direction of the outer door under her reluctant gaze.

Ye Ziying held the wooden plate, looking at Sikong Haoran's distant back, and a trace of imperceptible stubbornness flashed in the depths of her smart pupils.

She deeply knew that what happened during this time was related to the little junior brother, and she also knew that this series of changes would leave a very heavy shackle in his heart. The only thing she could do was to do something within her power for him, to erase the irrepressible sadness in her heart, even if it was only a little bit.

In a place in the forest of Yunying Peak, the breeze blew her covered green shirt, and the three thousand green silks also flew with the wind, and the cold phoenix eyes were filled with the slightest ripples, so she stood still in place, looking at the back that disappeared from sight, and did not move her body for a long time.

The moment she looked back, the breath emanating from her body was intoxicated, even the falling leaves and the wind blowing.

Her gestures don't need any facial gestures, but they naturally release the charm of the soul. The undescriptive eyebrows and the red lips that are not dotted and vermilion, in the light of the gaze, seem to easily break the will of any man, igniting the charming desire to burn the soul.

With just one glance, there will be no clouds and rain in Wushan.

The faint call of the wind is the whisper of the leaves, the murmur of the mysteries, the whispers of the elements, as if to tell... May time stand still forever.

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