When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a wooden bed, the wooden door of the east balcony was open to breathe, and the sunlight was shining in from the outside, so that he could clearly see everything in the room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The room is beautifully furnished, the bead curtain is gorgeous, and there is a golden incense burner on the three-legged red sandalwood table, and the sandalwood wafts out of the incense burner, and the whole room exudes a smell of arrogance.

There was some painful feeling in his mind, and he vaguely remembered that although Yuan Hao had injected his soul into Wan Yun's body last night, he still felt as if he had experienced nine deaths, and then fell asleep.

Evil Zisheng got up from the bed, and there was a bronze mirror on the cabinet not far from the bedside.

On the smooth mirror surface of the bronze mirror, the appearance of a young man appeared, with a round face, bright eyes and silkworm eyebrows, and a handsome appearance.

Evil Zisheng still seemed to be a little difficult to believe in such a bizarre fate, and his hand was weak for a while, and the bronze mirror in his hand fell to the ground.

Evil Zisheng was about to pick up the bronze mirror on the floor, when he heard what seemed to be a gust of wind blowing outside the attic, and a figure had appeared on the balcony of the attic, and was walking into the room.

It is a young man of the same age as Wan Yun, with a flat face, a high nose, two sword eyebrows full of heroism, and a sword in his hand, this young man, the evil self-born has known last night, called Wan Shun, listening to Yuan Hao, is an orphan adopted by Wan Jianfeng in his early years, a little older than Wan Yun's age, the two have a good relationship on weekdays, Wan Yun calls him a senior brother, and the person who waited here last night is him.

As for Wan Yun's father Wan Jianfeng, he did not stay here, when Wan Yun was born, the fetal position was not correct, which led to Wan Yun's mother dying in childbirth, Wan Jianfeng did not wait to see this son on weekdays, but Wan Yun's mother had an entrustment before she died, and Wan Jianfeng was naturally not easy to disobey.

Besides, Wan Yun is his own flesh and blood after all, although his cultivation talent is a little worse, otherwise Wan Jianfeng would not have gone to the Yuan Shen Dao Mountain Gate for Wan Yun's matter.

Wan Shun walked in from the outside, and said with a smile on his face: "Senior brother, you have finally woken up, how are you?" ”

Evil Zisheng didn't know what kind of tone Wan Yun usually spoke, so he could only reply casually: "It's okay." ”

The voice of the voice turned out to be exactly the same as the Wanyun soul that he heard before, which made the evil self-born mind reassured.

"It's good to wake up, but you won't die this time, you will have to be more restrained in the future, I'm afraid you don't know, since I learned the news of your death, the master was furious, and went directly to the mountain gate of the Yuan Shen Dao, if it wasn't for the Yuan Zhangjiao who promised to save you, I'm afraid that the two factions would have already killed a river of blood by now." Wan Shun said.

Evil Zisheng said a little unconcernedly: "Yes, I'm afraid my father wishes I had died early, so as to save his son from embarrassing him." ”

"What are you talking about, how can there be a father who doesn't care about his son, but he is just busy with the affairs of the Supreme and can't spare time for a while. Wan Shun said with relief.

"There are no outsiders here, so you don't have to comfort me, I have a few pounds and taels in his heart, I still know it. Evil Zisheng sneered, making it impossible to detect that he was acting.

Wan Shun sighed, knowing that the knot between the two fathers and sons could not be untied by him alone, and said: "Master Wan took a few senior brothers to Yaozhou this morning, and it is estimated that it will take more than half a month to come back." ”

"So long?" Wanyun asked.

"Originally, Shunzhou and Yaozhou shouted, the road is only tens of thousands of miles, with the ability of the master of the sword to fly, it can be reached in three or five days, but the most suitable cultivation in the red dust, the head of the house took a few senior brothers to travel, presumably also hope that the realm of several senior brothers can break through. Wan Shun replied.

"What are you doing in Yaozhou?" Wan Yun asked again.

"I heard from the head that it was the Treasure Refining Sect in Yaozhou. I heard that it was the Bao Guangming couple of the Treasure Refining Sect who had a genius son who had cultivated to the Bigu Realm, and the Treasure Refining Sect sent a congratulatory post, and the head of the sect was going to congratulate the Treasure Refining Sect. After Wan Shun finished speaking, his eyes glanced at the evil self-born again.

Evil Zisheng naturally understands what Wan Shun means by looking at himself, he is also the son of the head, why is this gap so big, other people's children are geniuses, but their own is a waste.

Regarding this point, I heard Yuan Hao say that for more than ten years, Wan Yun didn't know how many heavenly treasures and rare elixirs he had taken, and it was taught by the words and deeds of the strong man in the Guanfu Realm, even if it was a pig, his cultivation could progress by leaps and bounds, but this Wan Yun still stayed in the realm of primitive qi refining.

Evil Zisheng moved his eyes to the outside of the attic, outside the attic is a round forest-style courtyard, small bridges and flowing water, rockery stone forest, and pleasant scenery.

"I'm in Shunzhou every day, tens of thousands of miles away from the Treasure Refining Sect, and I haven't heard much about my master and uncle, but it's really strange that the Treasure Refining Sect suddenly came to invite me? Could it be that after I woke up, I forgot some things from the past. ”

I haven't heard Yuan Hao talk about this matter, and the reason why Xie Zisheng said these things is to make excuses for some things he doesn't know in the future.

"It may be that the Supreme Master of the Sect made friends during his travels, and I haven't heard the head talk about it. Wan Shun replied.

"But do you feel amnesia?" Wan Shun asked with some concern.

Evil Zisheng nodded and said: "The headache is tight, some things make me have a headache when I think about it, Yuan Yaobing, that little slut, dares to kill me, this revenge, I must revenge." ”

Wan Shun shook his head helplessly, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said, "Since you have woken up, then I will leave first." ”

After Wan Shun finished speaking, the sword in Wan Shun's hand made a buzzing sound, and then a sword light suddenly appeared, and a sharp sword was already out of its sheath and suspended in mid-air, which was very magical.

Wan Shun jumped lightly and landed on the back of the sword, and the sword flew out of the pavilion with Wan Shun and disappeared into the vision of evil self-generation.

"Presumably this is what Yuan Hao said, the third layer of the Dao Technique of the Sun-Chasing Sword Technique, the Imperial Sword Flying, is only one step away from being able to fly the sword and pass the book, and step into the fourth layer of the Sun-Chasing Sword Technique. ”

Taoism is different from the realm of cultivation, Taoism is the supernatural power of self-cultivation and self-preservation of cultivators, and only in the realm of cultivation can they become immortals.

Seeing Wan Shun's figure disappear on the courtyard wall, Evil Zisheng took his gaze back, and next to the bedroom, there was a study connected to it, and Evil Zisheng walked straight over.