Changyan did not go back to the room directly, but wandered on the jade pavement in the front garden, teasing the flowers and plants, teasing the caged birds, with a leisurely face.

Suddenly his shoulders were heavy, Xu is tired and the recent bad experience, Chang Yan was sensitive in his heart, and without saying a word, he directly grabbed the hand and fell over the shoulder, who knew that not only could not lift the person, but was also kicked out by him.

Changyan rolled a few bones on the ground and stopped only when he hit the rock.

He held his waist and screamed in pain, and when he saw Wusheng's indifferent face, he shouted: "Are you dumb?"

"It's not. ”

"Aren't you talking to my mother?" he said, dusting the dirt off his body, and the more he dusted it, the more evenly it was smeared, the dirtier it became, and if others didn't know his identity, they would really think he was a little beggar who sneaked in.

"That's it. ”

"Then she arranged a place for you to live?"

She said, stay with you. ”

"Live with me?!" Chang Yan said in surprise, this mansion adds up to a total of one hundred and eight rooms, even if there are many miscellaneous servants in the mansion, it will not be impossible to give him a room, he secretly thought, he couldn't guess his mother's intentions.

"Your mother said that this king will not live for long, so there is no need to clean a house again, and your stinginess of the Chang family is really in the same vein. "Wusheng said calmly, not strange.

"When my little boy came back, no one noticed me. ”

Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded, interrupting Chang Yan, who was about to refute, a blue-shirted boy walked over with his hands behind his back, he was handsome, and there was an evil aura on his eyebrows, his eyebrows and eyes were similar to Chang Yan, but he lacked his youthful spirit.

This is exactly under the sect leader of the Sword Sect, Tong Tianzhuo, the third elder of the Chang clan, Chang Yao, and the sword cultivator has just entered the "Divine Control Realm".

"Brother!" Chang Yan's eyes lit up, and he directly pounced on him with a bear hug, which showed that the two had a deep brotherhood.

This sudden pounce made Chang Yao's heel unstable, and he almost fell, he hurriedly hugged Chang Yan's back, and focused on each other one after the other, before he stood firm.

"You're an adult, why are you still so childish?" Chang Yao smiled happily.

Changyan jumped down after listening to this, and said unconvinced: "What adult, I'm only sixteen." ”

"If you go out and practice, you are an adult. Chang Yao put his hands behind his back and put on his brother's shelf, but the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Wu Sheng on the side looked at him lightly, but there was an imperceptible light in his eyes, and his brows were slightly furrowed, and he kept looking at him with the eyes of his prey.

Chang Yao was first looked down upon in the division because of the title of son of Changhuang, although he was calm on the surface, but behind his back, he heard him go to the back door with his family background.

However, real gold is not afraid of fire, Chang Yao in the annual sword test conference of the same door, even 70 people, a battle to become famous.

Tong Tianzhuo secretly favored him, but because of his identity, he avoided being rumored that he was becoming inflammatory, so he was lukewarm to him, but after that battle, he not only proved himself, but also added face to himself, so he no longer hid and hid his love.

In this way, Chang Yao is deeply rooted in Tong Tianzhuo's true biography, all veins are open, his eyes are clear, and any wind and grass can be seen at a glance, so no matter how deep my gaze is, it has not escaped his vigilance.

"The prestige of the wolf king is admired for a long time. Chang Yao greeted him, bowed his head slightly to show courtesy, and the smile on his face did not increase or decrease.

The wolf king looked at him as a dignified city lord, and he humbly called himself a subordinate, and he had seen a lot of famous sons of rich families, and it was rare to see a person like him who was from a prominent family but was humble and polite, and the greeting was simple, but it was quite polite, so the danger in his eyes dissipated, and he nodded slightly, "Hello." ”

"You two must be tired of traveling, you must be tired, so you can rest, I still have something to do, so I will go first. Changyao patted his little brother on the shoulder without too many greetings.

Wu Sheng stared at his back and asked Chang Yan in his mouth: "You two were born to a father and mother?"

Chang Yan turned his head, a little puzzled, but said in his mouth: "Of course!"

Wu Sheng looked back at him, only looked at his face, and said, "Your second sister is beautiful, and your brother is also good-looking, why are you..."

The corners of Chang Yan's mouth twitched, and he secretly scolded this person for bending and hurting himself, he puffed out his cheeks, and said unconvinced: "I'm still growing my body." ”

"Oh. Wusheng said in a disapproving tone, and said, "Then I wish you success." ”

After that, he turned around and left, leaving Changyan alone in the same place indignant, he touched the outline of his face, and said to himself: "What looks successful, am I ugly?" said with a look of disdain and dissatisfaction, and followed him weakly.

......

Chang Yan lay on the bed in light clothes and thin clothes, looking at the curtain of the bed with his arms on his pillow, his eyes were round and straight, he was tired from trekking all the way, thinking that if he returned to the city, he would sleep peacefully until dawn, but he couldn't sleep on this bed.

There had been a low buzzing in his ears for days, but he hadn't mentioned it to anyone. From time to time, there was a dull feeling in the chest, which made people breathless.

As he thought about it, the familiar feeling of suffocation returned, and he exhaled with his mouth wide open, pounding his chest incessantly, though the sensation did not slow down.

"Changyan. ”

Suddenly there was a low roar, Chang Yan calmed down in an instant, he sat up and looked left and right, and found that no one had broken into his room, and then he thought about it, the voice was dull and strange, and the sound that swayed out was like a valley echoing a little ethereal, but the voice was very close to him.

Chang Yan had a flash of inspiration, hurriedly looked at his chest, and said secretly: "Could it be... Is it it?"

A little flustered after the reverie, he knew that the monster in his body had become difficult to deal with, but the thing never gave him any feedback, and he also muttered in a low voice, trying to communicate with it: "Are you talking to me?"

“......”

Changyan looked at his chest, waited for a moment, did not answer, looked around again, and asked again after making sure that there was no one: "Are you talking to me?"

"It's not. ”

"......" Changyan was stunned at first, then rolled his eyes inwardly and said, "Is that a ghost talking to me?"

"I'm a demon. ”

Changyan, who felt that this voice made him not afraid, was woken up in an instant, he swallowed his saliva, and said tentatively: "You are... Demon Ancestor?"

“......”

This time, Chang Yan waited for a long time, but there was no response in his chest, he slowly stroked it, forgetting that the suffocation had disappeared.

He lay down slowly, stunned, staring at the sky, and secretly thought: "Mother said that she found a miracle doctor for me, and I don't know if this miracle doctor can save me, if he is helpless, then it will not stay in my body for the rest of his life, what if I fall into the devil after a long time... But then again, they won't let me cultivate immortals... That demon cultivator... Wouldn't it be nice too..."

Chang Yan was frightened by his amazing idea, hurriedly patted his face, and said to himself: "Why do I have such thoughts, no, no, I'd rather die than demons." As he spoke, he turned over, covered himself in the quilt, and forced himself to fall asleep under the lack of oxygen, and after a while, there was no movement, and I don't know if I was really asleep, or I fainted too much.

The next day, Chang Yan, who was neatly dressed, came to the main hall of the administrative place, and he was full of spirit and refreshed. It's just that in this great hall, there is no figure of Wu Sheng, and he remembers that they got up together for breakfast.

"My life is gone. Changhuang saw through what he was thinking at a glance.

"Gone?!" Chang Yan exclaimed.

"He resigned, because he was not a citizen of the Holy City, and I could not force him to stay. ”

Chang Yan pressed the absurd reluctance in his heart, and complained: "This guy promised to stay temporarily when he got up in the morning and hunt with me during the autumn equinox, so he would say goodbye without saying goodbye." ”

Seeing that Chang Yan was contemplative and his face was gloomy, Chang Huang turned to talk about business to distract him: "I called you over today to let the divine doctor take a look at the pulse." ”

Chang Yan really gathered his mind and looked at his mother, and glanced around, and found that there was no one alive, thinking that the miracle doctor had not yet appeared.

Changhuang gestured with a look, and the attendant beside him clapped his palms with both hands, and suddenly a stream of air rushed down from the zenith, the zenith was not porous, but it was filled with wisps of dust and smoke, and the smoke wafted down and there was a smell of medicine. With a bang, a person suddenly appeared next to Chang Yan, which had to make him startle.

Chang Yan turned his eyes in horror, the person in front of him had a goatee, his hair was black and white, most of his white hair was white, his face was round and pointed, like an upside-down egg, his facial features were very small, as if there were a few moles on the eggs at random, and on his side was a small sword with a rusty scabbard, and a small bag woven of withered bamboo on his back, all in all, it could only be described by the word "peculiar".

Changhuang saw that her young son was staring at him and looking too much, so she knew what he thought, and she snorted a few times, wanting to remind him that it was rude.

Mother and son connected hearts, Changyan really collected his attention, and saluted him with a fist: "I've seen... Miracle Doctor. He didn't know who he was, so he had to call it that.

"This is Zhen Shi'an, the divine doctor of the Sword Sect, not only through the blessing of the cause, the art of resurrecting the dead, but also the celestial phenomena, the art of yin and yang divination, and the medical immortal Zhang Jingchen in the same lineage, in terms of generation, Zhang Jingchen also has to call him the sound of the uncle. Changhuang introduced, Xu because she is also from the Sword Sect, and there is still a little pride in her language.

"Eh~" Zhen Shi'an raised his tone, waved his hand, and said, "What you said is just a small skill of carving insects, I will have a lot." ”

His tone is casual, although Changhuang is the lord of a city, strictly speaking, he is still his junior.

Changhuang Xu is used to his temperament, and it is not strange to purse his lips and smile. However, Chang Yan felt that this person's mouth was really angry, and secretly thought: "Resurrection from the dead can bring the breathless person back to life, but in his eyes, it is just a small skill of carving insects, I want to see how capable this person is." ”

After thinking about it, he said: "Without further ado, then please... Doctor Zhen will take my pulse and heal my illness. As he spoke, he took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and stretched out his wrist to him.

But Zhen Shi'an didn't move, only stroked his beard lightly, looked at him with a smile, and said, "You are hopeless." ”

As soon as these words came out, even Chang Huang couldn't help but open his eyes, Chang Yan was stunned, and said strangely: "You didn't take the pulse." ”

"I don't need to take the pulse, I can see it at a glance. Zhen Shi'an looked confident.

"Looking, hearing, asking, and cutting" is the program of medicine, but he has cultivated to the extreme, looking at people with qi, channeling the soul with spirit, uniting qi and spirit, and knowing the symptoms of the disease throughout the body.

Changhuang knew his skills, and he didn't say anything else, but asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Zhen Shi'an turned around and said: "The demon spirit in his body has awakened, and the spirit of the demon ancestor has long been absorbed from the power of the Chang family's lifeline when it is constantly inherited and circulated, and the explosion of Duqing Spring proves this, and now it is invincible." ”

"Inheritance circulation..."Chang Huang muttered, and then asked, "You mean, maybe this spirit was passed on to him by me?"

Zhen Shi'an stroked his beard again in thought, and his tone was hesitant: "Maybe, maybe... It's intergenerational inheritance, or maybe... It's not that the inheritance is circulating, it's just that the spirit drifts and absorbs the spiritual power, and finally finds the host. It's all speculation, and I can't give you a definite answer. ”

"Then in your opinion, what should we do now?" Chang Huang's heart was worried, and even he was helpless, just afraid that this catastrophe would be inevitable.

"Fight poison with poison. Zhen Shi'an said it lightly, but everyone present didn't understand what he meant.

Seeing this, he continued: "Let him practice, gain spiritual power, and stop demons." ”

When Chang Yan heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, the word "cultivation" was simply a dream for him, he begged for it, and was opposed by all the Holy City and the Holy Sect, etc., and now the divine doctors have opened their mouths, thinking that these people are not good to say anything.