It's night, and the sky is full of stars.

The wooden house was brightly lit, and Qiu Liluo leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, and his hand was gently tapping on the armrest, making a "da-da" sound.

Poria Ling'er, dressed in green, stood behind the chair, with two slender hands on his shoulders, gently pinching, and on one side was a middle-aged man holding a teapot.

"You mean, the Fa Xiang mentioned Pu Zhi's death today, intentionally or unintentionally?" Qiu Liluo's fingers were still tapping, and his eyes were not open.

Zhou Zhou Xian nodded and said: "Yes, when the various sects met today, Fa Xiang led a new generation of disciples of Tianyin Temple, specially greeted Gongzi, and even mentioned that Puzhi was 'dead' in Tianyin Temple instead of 'passing away', and Gongzi seemed to have reacted to this, and his face was ugly and tight. ”

Qiu Liluo's eyebrows frowned slightly: "What about the people of Incense Valley? Did they cause any trouble?"

"Nope. ”

Zhou Zhou Xian pondered for a moment, and then said: "But Li Xun seems to be a little nervous, but it is more aimed at the relationship between Gongzi and Miss Baguio. ”

The fingers tapped for a moment, his eyes slowly opened, and he looked down: "Leave these things alone for the time being, as long as he doesn't worry about his life, everything will go naturally." ”

"Poor Dao knows. Zhou Xian bowed slightly.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaofan, who fell into a deep sleep, frowned tightly and broke out in a cold sweat, as if he was haunted by a nightmare.

"Ahh

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded, Zhang Xiaofan woke up from his dream, and sat directly on the ground gasping for breath.

At this time, he realized that his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat.

Ever since he heard Fa Xiang talk about Puzhi in the daytime, his memory has been forcibly pulled to the bad news of his childhood, the scenes of slaughtering villages that are deep in his heart, and they are overwhelmingly used against him, as if they want to swallow him.

The crimson stick was still lying beside him, and the hand on it clearly felt a familiar slight coolness, as if everything was the same as before.

It's just that after this, Zhang Xiaofan felt that the strange magic weapon that he gave up was exuding a trace of warmth and spreading into his body.

One ice and one warm breath intersected, and he suddenly felt out of breath.

In the darkness, he quietly curled up and hugged his knees tightly.

Who knows how tired he is right now?

In the dark, everyone else was sleeping peacefully, listening to their calm and familiar breathing, Zhang Xiaofan was stunned.

In the distance, the thin sound of dreams came faintly.

The darkness cut off the line of sight, but Zhang Xiaofan felt that he could see clearly, and the beautiful woman smiled, falling asleep sweetly in the middle of this quiet night.

It's just that he knows that it is not himself in her dream, but the white figure.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

He held the "Dementor" tightly in his deep hand, put it on his chest, and clinged to each other tightly, as if it was the only one who could accompany him and never abandon him.

In a trance, he remembered that he and Baguio saw the pair of fox demons who died for love.

Two shadows flashed in his mind, and his eyes lost focus.

"If it were me, would I have the courage to die with my beloved?"

This question bothered him.

In the darkness, he hugged the "dementor" and was stunned.

The sun rises in the east, the sea breeze gusts, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

After leaving the stone cave where they lived, the people of Dazhu Peak controlled their magic weapons one after another, flying towards the depths of Liupo Mountain, searching carefully all the way, and at the same time avoiding a hill that was not very high.

Zhang Xiaofan walked in the sky and silently followed behind Du Bishu, but his eyes were looking at the hill with many figures.

He didn't know if his mother had come, and he wanted to see her now, but he didn't dare to rush forward and ask.

The identity of the young sect master of his Heavenly Dao Sect is still kept secret.

It was a pact between him and his mother.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, the disciples of the various sects of the righteous path are all in groups of three or five, controlling all kinds of retreats, whistling by, and it is very beautiful.

Zhang Xiaofan looked forward and saw that everyone was fan-shaped, spreading out to all sides, as if they wanted to search the land inch by inch.

On the left side of the people in Dazhu Peak, there are all female disciples, and Lu Xueqi is also among them, her clothes fluttering, her hair brushing her shoulders, and her cold and beautiful face, like a fairy who is not stained with mortal dust.

Zhang Xiaofan's heart moved, thinking of her that night, he didn't dare to look more, and hurriedly turned around.

He didn't know how to answer, he didn't know how he felt about her and Baguio, and he didn't know if he still had illusions about Tian Ling'er.

The wind was cold in mid-air, and Zhang Xiaofan was silently distracted.

"Little junior brother!" At this time, Song Daren on the side suddenly shouted,

Zhang Xiaofan looked up blankly: "What's the matter, senior brother?"

Song Daren stood on the long sword with his hands in his hands, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking, you are so distracted, and you are not afraid of bumping into the demon sect demon." ”

Zhang Xiaofan moved his mouth, but did not speak.

It was impossible for him to say what he thought in his heart, and anything was enough to make a huge wave in the door.

Song Daren shook his head and said, "What's the matter, don't hold it in your heart for too long." In addition, this side is close to the station of the Heavenly Dao Sect, you must be careful, yesterday, the elders of the sect and the seniors of the Tianyin Temple all suffered losses in their hands, and the reason was that they entered their range. ”

"Got it, big brother. Zhang Xiaofan nodded.

The two of them started talking around the Heavenly Dao Sect, but they didn't know that their every move was being watched by people, and the figures were also flickering rapidly, approaching a place at an extremely fast speed.

Under the shade of the tree, a girl in a white dress, carrying a long sword, her hair casually behind her head, like a pool of autumn water, stared at the light passing in the air.

Behind her, there were more than a dozen disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, both male and female, with a transcendent temperament, all holding a crystal clear gem in their hands, which was engraved with many runes, and occasionally a light flashed by.

"Senior sister, is that the young sect master?" Behind the girl in the white dress, a young man held a long sword and looked at the cyan light in surprise.

The girl in the white dress bowed slightly: "Yes, I only found out yesterday." It is rumored that the young sect master is extremely talented, and after only five years of cultivation, he is comparable to some elders in the sect. This is still the result of the sect master's forcible containment, otherwise, Qingyun Daoxuan is not as good as him. ”

The white-clothed young man was stunned, and said in disbelief: "The young sect master is so talented?"

"Naturally. ”

The girl in the white dress said, her words full of admiration: "It really deserves to be the son of the sect master, such talented, it can be said that he is the first person in the past." ”

As soon as this remark came out, it was echoed by a group of disciples, and they all knew what such talent meant.

Moreover, they were all faintly mentioned by the elders, why did the Heavenly Dao Sect stand!