"Xiao Cezi, you're here. "Yuntian long wide robe with wide sleeves, gentle and elegant. He stepped on a flying sword with his hand in his hand, and was looking at Xiao Cezi with a smile.

Xiao Cezi looked at his familiar face and listened to his kind voice, and couldn't help but want to run over and hug Yuntian and cry. But thinking that he had failed to live up to his husband's expectations and was separated from Miss Yun'er, he had no choice but to bow his head guiltily, and his face was like charcoal. Neither dared to look at the gentleman, nor dared to answer his words. He was afraid that his husband would inquire about the whereabouts of Miss Yun'er and the Dream Fairy Pillow.

"Xiao Cezi, what's wrong with you?" Yun Tianchang's voice became softer and softer, and Xiao Cezi felt like a spring breeze. But the more this happens, the more guilty I feel. He lowered his head and replied, "No, I, I'm fine......"

"It's okay. Yun Tian breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded. Then he looked at Xiao Cezi expectantly: "What about Yun'er, why didn't I see her?"

Here he became! He began to ask about Miss Yun'er! Xiao Cezi felt that the string that was tight in his heart was finally broken.

Xiao Cezi finally collapsed.

He trembled and knelt on the ground, bowed his head and cried: "Sir, Xiao Cezi, Xiao Cezi is incompetent, and Miss Yun'er, lost, lost!" After speaking, he slammed his head on the ground, as if only by doing so could he alleviate the guilt in his heart.

"You shit! Are you just crying! I handed over Yun'er to you, how did you promise me in the first place?!" Yun Tianchang shouted loudly.

Hearing the gentleman who had never lost his temper with him scolding himself like this, Xiao Cezi couldn't help but raise his head in a daze and looked at Yun Tianchang. But as soon as his gaze fell on Yun Tianchang's face, Xiao Cezi couldn't help but be shocked.

Sir, sir's face is covered in blood!

Yun Tianchang's eyes were bloody and tearful, staring at Xiao Cezi with hatred. He was full of blood, and his voice was a little indistinct: "Waste! What are you crying for? Can you get Yun'er back by crying?" After speaking, Yun Tianchang was furious, and with a "poof" sound, he angrily spit out a bloody sword and shot straight at Xiao Cezi.

"Smack!" The blood slapped directly into Xiao Cezi's eyes, and his vision blurred instantly. When he opened his eyes again in a trance, he saw the lightning that burst through the clouds and the dense rain curtain in the sky.

It turned out to be a dream.

He looked around and realized that he was hanging from a large tree. His robe turned into strips of cloth, and his whole body was blue and purple. The arm of the right hand had also been cut through a small opening, and the wound had been washed white under the rain.

He struggled to get up, but his hands were limp and weak. Looking at the small tree hanging from him, he gritted his teeth, relentlessly, and stretched out his left hand with a little strength towards it.

He tried five times with all his strength, and when his left hand began to ache, the tree about the size of a child's wrist was broken, and then—

"Plop!" he fell straight from the tree, lying on his stomach and falling into a puddle on the ground. The wound on his chest that had been pierced by Ding Chunfu's sword qi cracked open again, and he almost fainted in pain. Venus was shaking in front of him, his head was drenched by the rain, and his mouth and nose were full of sediment.

He felt that he was really going to die this time.

It's okay to be dead. If you die, you don't have to feel guilty.

But what kind of face do you have to go to see your husband? Is it just like Ding Chunfu said, that he is just a waste of dance grinding?

He was not reconciled!

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the huge pain made him sober up a little. Then, he supported his body with his left hand and turned over little by little.

His chest heaved violently, and his pale face was a little more bloody. With his mouth open and the raindrops in the sky, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

Unfortunately, before he could laugh, he choked on the rain and coughed. The cough was so intense that his breathing began to be rapid, as if he was about to break his hand.

Just then, he saw a corner of a cyan oil-paper umbrella. Then he saw the old face under the umbrella, the face that he remembered for the rest of his life, but hated for the rest of his life.

"It's him, Dongmei, Zhuqing, you two go and help him up. The old voice came from under the umbrella, not sad or happy, not impatient or impatient.

Listening to this flat voice, for some reason, Xiao Cezi's heart also calmed down. He shrugged his eyelids, his vision blurring.

"Yes, sir. The two scholars beside the old man responded in unison, and then grabbed Xiao Cezi from the puddle. "Sir, he fainted. The scholar named Zhuqing glanced at Xiao Cezi, and then turned to Mr.

"You take him back to the carriage first, I have something to do. Seeing Xiao Cezi fainting, the old man's originally calm and waveless eyes fluctuated slightly. After a moment, he didn't look at Xiao Cezi anymore and walked towards the woods.

The old man stepped on the muddy forest path unhurriedly, casually avoiding the puddles and mud puddles on the path, and before he knew it, a dilapidated mountain temple appeared in his field of vision.

Along the way, he used his divine sense to quietly sense the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth in the vicinity, and when he arrived here, he finally had some traces. The old man's heart moved, and he was about to step over, but a strong black gas suddenly swept over his head.

What a strong demonic aura!

The old man's face changed slightly. He threw the paper umbrella away, and then flipped the palm of his right hand, and a small sword that was not an inch long was thrown into the air by him. That little sword grows when it sees the wind, and it has a long time. The old man jumped up, jumped on the back of the sword, and whispered in his mouth: "Hurry!" Suddenly, the flying sword under his feet was like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, leading the old man all the way to chase forward.

The owner of that demonic aura obviously also discovered the "tail" behind it. She kept going around and around, but she couldn't get rid of the old man. Suddenly, the black gas was closed, but a beautiful woman was revealed.

The woman stood in the rain, but the rain could not fall within three feet of her. She frowned and glared at Qiushui's eyes: "You old man, why are you following this girl if you have nothing to do?

"Evil demons and demons are punished by everyone. The old man ignored the woman's questioning and said lightly. He pinched the Dao seal in his hand, and silently recited the law in his heart. Suddenly, the light in his eyes was shocked, and he shouted loudly: "Taiyin subdued the demon slash, break it for me!" In an instant, a crescent-like sword broke away from the flying sword under his feet and slashed straight towards the woman!

"You, you, you are Gongsun Xuan!" Looking at the sword that shot out, the woman was so frightened that her face was pale. The name of "Taiyin Demon Slash", she is like thunder. Knowing that the comer was invincible, she gritted her teeth and waved her wrist, but a crystal clear scale suddenly blocked in front of her. The whistling "Taiyin Demon Slash" suddenly slashed at it, making a piercing grinding sound.

The woman looked at her natal scales with a painful heart, and a small gap was cut out on them, and she didn't know how many years of penance it would take to repair it. She glanced at Gongsun Xuan angrily, and said with hatred in her mouth: "The coming day is long, I Qingxue doesn't believe that I can't beat you in the future, hum!" Before the words fell, she hurriedly turned into a demon wind and ran away.

Gongsun Xuan wanted to chase again, but it was late, and it was twilight all around. He hesitated for a moment, then flew towards the ruined temple with his flying sword.

When he arrived at the temple gate, he jumped slightly, then casually collected the flying sword, hid it in his cuff, and concentrated his divine sense to sense the traces of the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

"It should be here....... He looked around carefully and muttered to himself. I chased the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi all the way here, but unfortunately the heavy rain disturbed the Qi here, and the traces of the Yuan Qi fluctuations were already imperceptible.

Then he saw a corner of white in the muddy soup.

"It's ...... Private school textbook?" He picked up the scroll with a branch, and when he saw the words "Zhang Xifan" written crookedly on it, his indifferent face couldn't help but smile: This must be another prank by a naughty scholar. Shaking his head, he was about to turn away, when his steps suddenly stopped, and then slowly crouched down again.

"It's far away from the village, and the scholar shouldn't come to such a remote place...... It's like a place where shepherd boys often come to visit, but what does this book mean?

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly again - he is a private school master, a diligent student who can read while grazing, and he has not met one yet.

"Maybe there are such diligent students. Seeing that he was confused, he didn't want to investigate it in detail. Throwing away the branches, he clapped his hands casually, this time preparing to really go.

"Hmm, that's not right!"

His face changed drastically, and his steps froze.

Just now, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi near the mud soup suddenly fluctuated sharply!

He turned suddenly, then was stunned.

The private school textbooks in the muddy soup are gone.

......

......。

The carriage drove slowly on the bluestone official road of the town, and the horse's hooves made a "da-da" sound on the ground. Xiao Cezi opened his eyes groggily, he felt like a puppet that had been put back together, and his hands and feet were not his own. He tried to struggle to sit up, but his whole body was aching and weak. He had no choice but to stretch out his left hand and lift the curtain on the car window.

At this moment, it is already the beginning of the lanterns, and the field of vision is far or near, and there are all sporadic lights. Gusts of wind came from time to time, blowing into the car through the window, Xiao Cezi's drowsy mind couldn't help but feel clear, and even the pain in his body seemed to be a little better. He squinted at the buildings around him, and secretly sighed at the ingenuity of the mortal houses. At this moment, I could only hear the coachman shouting, but the carriage stopped.

Xiao Cezi looked up and saw that the carriage was parked at the door of a college. There is a large plaque with gold characters and a black background hanging on the tall gate, with the words "Tianhong Academy" written on it. Seeing this, Xiao Cezi couldn't help but feel relieved, it seemed that he was saved by Mr. Gongsun Xuan, a friend of Mr. Gongsun Xuan.

When he was at ease, he wanted to lower the curtain and lie down. But at this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the academy. A chubby little scholar rushed out of the academy and hurriedly ran towards Gongsun Xuan, who was standing at the door. He was holding a dusty thing in his white and chubby little hands.

Looking at that thing, Xiao Cezi was dumbfounded.

Gongsun Xuan, who was at the door, took the thing from the scholar's hand, but after a while, he suddenly turned to look at the carriage. Xiao Cezi was startled, hurriedly lowered the curtain, closed his eyes and lay down. But his mind was full of what he had just seen. His heart felt like he had been suddenly electrocuted, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

That dusty thing is the corner of the clothes that Yun Tianchang tore off!