Darkness, devouring everything!

Heaven and earth have fallen into an endless abyss...... There is no light, there is no existence, even time has been eroded and swallowed up, leaving no trace of existence...

In a moment, it seemed like an eternity, the darkness was no longer silent and began to roll and surge, and the endless abyss shone with a faint light!

Light, it was a strange red glow of bewitching light! Like a blood-red eye that was gradually opening...

Gurgling blood gushed out from the dark depths, turning the endless abyss into a scarlet pool of blood. Blood and light lingered in Sensen Purgatory, and the grimaces floated out like green smoke and hideous and terrifying, they choked, wailed, angry, sneered, and suddenly pounced on them together...

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Belch!

The boy woke up abruptly and sat up suddenly.

The forehead is sweaty and the ears are buzzing, and the quiet room is groggy, and the heartbeat of 'plopping and plopping' can be clearly heard.

He sat at the head of the bed and gasped for breath, looking at a pair of blue-edged scroll pens hanging on the wall, and the vigorous and powerful walking dragon was a ridiculous style of 'sword'! On the empty bookshelf that had stood in the corner of the wall outside there were a few more unknown Zhou Zhi Qiwen, and on the table there were pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and a few round fruits with an unknown fragrance.

The stone house is clean and almost spotless, and it seems that people often come to clean it carefully.

The young man's breathing gradually eased, his mouth was dry, his stomach was empty, and he couldn't afford to have any appetite when he looked at the fruit.

After probably sitting for a long time, he lifted the quilt and slowly got up, his eyes listlessly looking at the strange and somewhat familiar room. He walked forward and approached the door of the house step by step, his little hand nudging lightly.

"Crunch!" the door was hidden.

The dazzling white light poured in from the sky outside the door, and fell on the young man's white face, making it impossible to open his eyes.

The sun is warm and the sky is clear, the old snow that has not completely melted is piled up in the corners of the corridor under the eaves, and the spring breeze is blowing, and the air is slightly wet and cold.

Outside the door was a small courtyard, with two red maple trees standing in the middle of the nearby stone tan, and a bluestone path was paved from the outside of the door through the center of the two trees, leading to a jungle corner. The courtyard is surrounded by small red maple bamboos, and the spring breeze is slowly coming and the bamboo shadows are swaying.

The young man sat in front of the door, his left hand tilted and his little head tilted and stared blankly ahead, his eyes empty.

The vague impression that he seems to be called 'Yang Yifan', from ...... The eyes were moist, the tears were falling, and the nameless sorrow was irrepressibly rising from the bottom of my heart.

The empty mind was stimulated by a slight swelling pain, except for an indistinct voice that seemed to be gently calling his name, and the rest was only an inexplicable sentimentality like a tide, empty and muddy, and sure enough, he couldn't remember anything.

Forget everything, you lose your memory!

The warm sun deflected and slanted to the west, and the afterglow fell on Yang Yifan's white cheeks, warm. Or after a long time, when he was tired, he stopped crying, and the young man changed his hand and turned his head in the direction of another red maple tree.

There was the sound of brisk footsteps on the bluestone path, and when he turned the corner, a sturdy young man dressed in white and with dark skin walked quickly.

"Ah, how did you get out?"

The swarthy young man walked with a bamboo basket in his hand, and he arrived in front of the young man in a blink of an eye.

It is said that in the past half month, the swarthy young man will bring some decoction and food every night, and he looks about the age of thirty, and the corners of his dark circles are slightly red, swollen and unstable. Although the whole person doesn't look handsome, he is mature and steady, with a kind face and a smile, which makes people easy to approach and can't resist the slightest sense of evil.

In fact, his qualifications are not good, he is mediocre and even at the bottom of the Cangli Sword Sect in the Mixed Yuan Peak and even in the entire Cangli Sword Sect, and the favor of fate thirteen years ago was also a coincidence, and he was able to enter the Inner Sect of the Mixed Yuan Peak as the first disciple. Later, he was diligent and sincere, and he was deeply relied on by Elder Youyun, and on weekdays, the whole generation of teachers handled all the affairs on the mountain, large and small, and was the most handy in dealing with people.

The setting sun sank into the clouds, and the last afterglow faded on the young man's fair face, and the evening sky gradually approached and the cool breeze blew through a bit of early spring.

The swarthy young man took a few steps closer and said with concern: "Xiao Fan, your body has not healed and you can't stand the wind."

Yang Yifan was stunned and ignored it.

Seeing that he should not be and did not care, the swarthy young man lowered his body and sat beside the young man, learning the posture of his right hand on his cheek.

"Eh, Xiaofan, are you crying again?" the swarthy young man looked at the side of the young man's face, his eyes moist with tears that had not yet dried.

Yang Yifan came back to his senses, wiped the corners of his eyes and shook his head.

The swarthy young man pushed the bamboo basket in his hand closer, and said with a smile: "This is the snow ginseng soup boiled today, adding the cold wind and dew to make the soup sweet and refreshing, you should drink it while it's hot!"

Yang Yifan nodded and said "thank you", but he was empty and empty, and he had no energy, let alone any appetite.

Seeing that he didn't move, the swarthy young man said 'ah', and suddenly said: "Xiaofan, I encountered a particularly interesting thing at the bottom of the mountain today, a little rabbit met a mountain boar, and the mountain boar was hungry and chased the little rabbit all the way to the edge of the mountain stream. ”

The little rabbit had no way back, so he begged: Brother Pig, don't eat me, I can give you all the food I eat.

When the boar saw that the little rabbit was too thin, he said, "What to eat, what to eat?" Little rabbit, I will let you go if you hand over everything you eat..."

The little rabbit took out half of the carrot head, and the boar chewed it clean in one bite, but the half of the radish head was enough to stuff the belly between the teeth and not fill the belly, but more "gurgling" hunger.

The boar still wants to eat the little rabbit to fill its stomach, and the little rabbit pointed to the opposite side of the mountain stream and said: There is a radish garden on the other side, and the pig brother will stand on your back and take me with you when you go into the water.

And then...

The swarthy young man spoke, and suddenly stopped talking. Except for the faint sound of the wind, the air became quieter and quieter.

"Ah, and then?"

After all, Yang Yifan has a child's heart, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes halfway through hearing the story, and asked curiously.

The swarthy young man rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Who told Su Yao'er to be in a bad mood, I didn't stop her from kicking... Kicked the boar into the river. ”

？？？

Yang Yifan blinked in a daze, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a sweet voice came from not far ahead, with a little dissatisfied arrogance: "Nan Lifeng, Nan Lifeng!" I heard it all, and you are talking bad about me behind others' backs!"

The sound was really nice to hear, Yang Yifan looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw a crimson shadow floating out of the red maple bamboo forest at the end of the bluestone path. The figure was extremely fast, like the wind, and before he could see it, it had fallen in front of the two of them.

The girl was a little taller, a little older, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and wore a fiery red Luo skirt under her bun and shoulders. The red lips and teeth are snow-white, and a delicate face shows a little dissatisfaction, and the road is cute and beautiful.

When the swarthy young man Nan Lifeng saw the comer, his smile froze, his face unnaturally converged, and said, "Little junior sister, why are you here? The confinement has just ended, have you caught up with the homework that you left a few days ago?"

The girl in red pursed her lips and ignored it. Humming in a low voice, he turned his head to look at Yang Yifan, pointed at the swarthy young man with his right hand, and pretended to be serious: "This Nan Lifeng, don't look at the kind eyebrows and honest words, in fact, the bottom of your heart is bad and ruthless." Today I saw him chasing boars and rabbits by the river down the hill, and I thought he was going to catch them for dinner. How could this little beast in the mountains be his opponent as a monk, I happened to see that Yu Xin couldn't bear to grab his head and kicked him into the river 'accidentally'......"

Nan Lifeng whispered from behind, "So, then what?"

"The little rabbit is hurt, I'll take it back to the yard," said the girl in red, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Poof...... You don't know that Nan Lifeng turned out to be a landlubber, and his two hands kept fluttering in the ditch!"

Nan Lifeng listened to the black line of the mocking brain, and his breath was not good, but he just snorted coldly.

The girl in red didn't care, she turned around and grinned and made a super fierce appearance: "Nan Lifeng, Da Bai is injured, don't pay attention to it, if you let me know that you caught it and cooked, it will make you look good!"

"Or do you have to eat carrot roasted rabbit meat..."Nan Lifeng stopped talking halfway through, paused, didn't bother to bother with her, turned his gaze to Yang Yifan, and said, "She is Su Yao'er..."

The girl in red put her hands behind her back, leaned over slightly and put the green silk head slightly close to the young man, this graceful figure is elegant and naturally seems to be a unique etiquette, she smiled kindly: "The tasseled Su Yaohua's Yao, my name is Su Yao'er, what's your name?"

The cool breeze blew on the girl's face, Yang Yifan couldn't help sniffing when he looked lost, his clear pupils blinked slightly, and the girl's close bright eyes also blinked.

The young man said, "Yang, Yang Yifan..."

"Poof!haha, hahaha..."

Su Yao'er circled her fingers and gestured ambiguously in front of Yang Yifan's eyes, grinning with tiger teeth, leaning forward and backward with a smile.

"Nan Lifeng is still shy to see this person! red fluttering, like a little monkey's ass, hahaha..."

Although the laughter is good, the unbridled is a little exciting. Yang Yifan clenched his fists in shame and stood up to quibble, his eyes touched the delicate body of the girl who was close at hand, and the delicate body of the flower branches trembled, and the fragrance hit his face, he sniffed and breathed, and his face was blushing and hot, and it spread even to his earlobe, extending to his neck.

The young man pursed his lips and looked embarrassed, shy and timid, unable to speak for a while.

"Red apple, poof, hahaha..." Su Yao'er smiled even more happily.

Nan Lifeng seemed to be smiling, and forced a smile and shouted: "Su Yao'er, don't say it again!"

If you hadn't sued in front of Master, how could I have been locked up by his old man for half a month. ”

Su Nuan'er smiled suddenly, puffed out her cheeks and glared at him obliquely, gritted her teeth and said: "Little junior brother, he is not a good person, if he can't fight head-on, he will report behind people's backs." In the future, if anyone dares to bully you on this mountain in the future, you will come and tell your senior sister, and your senior sister will help you get angry. Except for me... No one is allowed to bully you! you know?"

Saying that, Su Yao'er put a small hand on the young man's shoulder, her slender fingers and skin were like jade, and her eyes reflected the clear waves as if they were transparent!

Yang Yifan looked up at the girl, his head suddenly went blank, and he nodded in a low voice: "Got it..."

Su Yao'er's bright eyes flickered, and she pretended to be old: "Then good, quickly call Senior Sister to listen?"

Yang Yifan responded timidly: "Yes, teacher, sister..."

Su Yao'er turned around and protected the young man behind her. The thin figure was only half a head taller than him, far less than the swarthy young man in front of him.

Su Nuan looked up at Nan Lifeng with a low head, and said with a smug face: "Do you see it, I'm no longer a little junior sister! If you dare to bully me again in the future, I have a helper, right, little junior brother?"

"Huh?" Yang Yifan was at a loss.

Nan Lifeng's face was even darker, and his originally dull face could not see any color in the twilight.

I only heard him say: "Little junior sister, you should know the rules of the sect, Xiao Fan has not yet started, you must not talk nonsense, if the master hears it, you will be locked up again!"

"Hmph! It's closed, it's less than seventy or eighty times a year, as if I, Su Yao'er, are afraid of confinement. ”

Su Yao'er pouted, glanced at Yang Yifan, and said quietly: "Hey, forget it, senior sister still left first, save this bad guy and secretly sue again, I'm not afraid, don't bother you." Senior sister, I'll come and play with you next time. ”

Su Yao'er waved her hand and the figure floated out, she came like the wind when she came, and she went quickly.

Seeing her go away, Nan Lifeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and smiled softly: "Little... The fifth junior sister has only a short time to get started, and she doesn't know the rules of the sect. I like to laugh and play on weekdays, so don't listen to her and don't take it to heart. ”

Yang Yifan nodded ignorantly.

What else did Nan Lifeng have to say, and there was a shout from afar:

"Nan Lifeng, hurry up and make dinner! It's too late, you're going to starve me, hurry up, hurry up, ......hurry up,

The voice was like a series of cannons, urging one after another.

"Xiao Fan, you are weak, go in quickly. These days, I will take some spiritual fruit decoction medicine to recuperate, and after some time, I will take you to the canteen to taste the deliciousness. ”

Nan Lifeng coughed and cleared his voice, pushed the bamboo basket, and finally said helplessly: "I'll go back first." ”

......

It's getting late.

The shadow of the bamboo is hazy, and the cold wind swaying in the distance. The young man stretched his waist lazily, and the blush on his face gradually faded and returned to his original fair appearance.

The wind was slowly thin, Yang Yifan shrunk his shoulders and didn't want to bother him in vain.

He picked up the bamboo basket and turned around and walked straight into the house.