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"Senior brother, since the Book of Heaven is in your hands, why didn't you tell them before?"

"They didn't ask me, and...... I really don't want to tell them. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It makes sense, except for us people from Feiyun Dao, no one can tell me. ”

"Yes, I told them, they will definitely come to rob, and I don't want to fight them, I said, I'm not very good at fighting, Ximen Wang, those people are very strong, it's very hard to win against them. ”

Xu Chen noticed that what Senior Brother said was not very difficult, but just hard, and couldn't help laughing out loud after being stunned.

"Little junior brother, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think you're such a wonderful person, senior brother. ”

"Oh, what's the point?"

"Everywhere is wonderful. ”

"Well, I don't understand that either. ”

"Senior brother?"

"Little junior brother?"

"How can this book of heaven be closed? You can't keep it so open, the reaction of the heavenly dome is so strong, what if someone can really find traces to catch up?"

"This kind of thing is generally divided into three steps, first ......"

"Senior brother. ”

"Little junior brother?"

"This book of heaven is strange, I took a look at it before, Zhihai was shocked too violently, and I wanted to vomit blood at this time, so I wanted to close it, and now I want to vomit blood even more when I talk to you, so can I trouble you to help?"

"Oh, I see. ”

"Senior brother?"

"Little junior brother?"

"Why didn't you speak?"

"Didn't you ask me to help? Whoever talked to me when he was a child was also very angry, at that time, just like you just now, he said that he wanted to vomit blood, and the so-called help, naturally he just shut up. ”

"I'm talking about books...... Of course, in the future, I will keep in mind the precautions for chatting with you. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

A hand reached out in the reddish firelight, and it was the hand of the senior brother. The cover of the old book was extremely heavy for Xu Chen, mixed with a sense of infinite coercion, and it was a glimpse of the afterglow that made him feel like a shock, but under the hands of the senior brother, he did not show anything abnormal, and closed it with a light lift.

As the pages of the book gently closed, the tens of thousands of clouds on the heavenly dome that were like hanging stones gradually dispersed, merged with each other, and returned to a gloomy and continuous stretch of wet cotton wool, covering the entire wasteland.

The strong men in the wasteland who sensed the celestial phenomena and looked up at the sky and clouds were silent for a long time, and then left in silence with complex emotions of emotion or confusion.

It was almost dusk, and the very faint sunset red came through from the other side of the clouds, shining on the cold forest on the wasteland, like a girl's green silk trickle, reflecting countless golden threads, the big black horse by the stream jumped like a clumsy monster sparrow, and the beautiful girl charmer in a white jacket chased behind, and the fire by the forest became darker and darker.

The senior brother put the leftover potato peel at his feet and asked slowly, "Picked up the sword?"

At the mouth of the Demon Sect Hall, Xu Chen didn't pick up the Haoran sword that Xuanwei had back then, but he knew what the senior brother really meant when he asked, so he nodded and said, "It's not a real sword, but I picked it." ”

The expression on the senior brother's face looked extremely relieved and happy, and he said with emotion: "That's good." ”

After Xu Chen was silent for a moment, he asked very seriously, "Senior brother, why did you choose me to inherit the mantle of Xuanwei?"

The Heavenly Book Ming Scroll has been in Feiyun Dao, and Feiyun Dao will certainly not compete with the worldly sects, it may only be for the mottled sword marks left by Xuan Wei and the breath that wants to return to the master. Those sword marks and breath represent the spiritual spirit and mantle of Xuanwei, because the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall has been hidden and has been out.

Decades later, the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall was opened in response to the time of day, and during this time period, the Empire and Feiyun Dao changed into the plan for autumn cultivation, allowing Xu Chen to lead the team to the wasteland, and now he naturally understood why.

"Because this is your chance, junior brother. ”

The senior brother looked at him with a gentle expression, and his clean eyes seemed to be able to directly see through his heart.

Xu Chen muttered and repeated, "Chance?"

"What is chance? In the teacher's words, it is the cause and effect that cannot be explained but naturally exists in the dark, but the teacher does not believe in chance, but I believe that in my opinion, everyone in the world is like this, and you are the same, junior brother. ”

Senior brother said: "You want to enter Feiyun Dao, so you enter, Your Majesty needs you to come to the wasteland, so you come, you can feel the breath of Xuanwei, so you go, the night is coming, the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall that has been sealed for decades is opened in response to the time, and you are there, so you enter, this is not necessary to explain with reason, nor can it be explained, but it has its own cause and effect, so this is your chance, not mine." ”

I don't know how long it took, he got rid of the inexplicable sentimentality, and when he turned around, he bumped into his senior brother's eyes that were as clean as pure water, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then he had some gloomy emotions.

When he mentioned the things in the mouth of the Demon Sect Hall to his senior brother, he didn't mention the most secret parts, which was the reason for the gloom. When he first met his senior brother in Feiyun Road last spring, he used to be afraid of the other party's cleanliness and the aura that made people so close that he couldn't hide his sincerity, but now he knew that the other party was his senior brother, and he would definitely be really good to himself, so he naturally wouldn't be afraid anymore, but he felt more and more struggling and painful.

Do you want to tell my senior brother about the demon?

It was almost night, the stars had come out, and the black was about to cover the entire wasteland, and the fire by the frost forest seemed brighter and brighter, blown by the howling winter wind, and the flickering flames illuminated Xu Chen's face uncertainly.

Xu Chen looked down at the fire in front of him, and after being silent for a long time, he finally made up his mind, and said in a slightly tight voice: "Senior brother, did Xuanwei fall into the devil back then?

The senior brother looked at him quietly and said, "Yes." ”

Xu Chen raised his head and asked, "Then I inherited the mantle of Xuanwei......"

The senior brother smiled and said, "I have also studied." ”

Xu Chen shook his head and said, "No. ”

The senior brother seemed to know what he was struggling with, waved his hand to stop him from continuing, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, if there are some things that you really don't know how to face, then you will have a chance to talk to the teacher in the future." ”

Xu Chen vaguely understood the meaning of his senior brother's words, but he was a little unsure whether his so-called understanding was really understood, and his mind became a little complicated for a while, and he became silent.

Senior Brother looked at the expression on his face, guessed his mood at this time, smiled and diverted the topic, and said, "Little junior brother, now that jade sword beside you, I don't know if you are willing to exchange it for me." ”

The night was already deep, and the fire by the frost forest became more and more dense and jumping, as if the enthusiastic red-clothed dancer in the dance, Duanmu Rong, who rode the big black horse for a walk at dusk, came back, and the big black horse's hooves were proudly and happily as if they were also dancing.

With the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and the crackling sound of firewood, the three of them spent the night in the clearing by the forest, Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong's injuries gradually healed, and with the warmth of the roaring fire, they didn't feel too sad.

When he woke up early in the morning of the second day, he was about to embark on the journey back to the south, and the senior brother found an old carriage and a few nooses out of nowhere, Xu Chen looked at the carriage in front of him and felt that it was wonderful, but thinking about the senior brother's ability, he was relieved and did not ask anything.

Only the big black horse looked at the carriage and had a very bad feeling, probably guessing the heavy responsibility on his shoulders on the long way back to the south, the horse's head lowered and kicked his hooves to be troubled, but compared to the instinctive fear and obedience to Xu Chen, it did not dare to disobey the Taoist priest who brought him here from the northern foot of the distant Tianqi Mountain.

The wheels crushed the hard frozen soil or loose snow, making completely different sounds, and it was accompanied by these dull sounds, led by the hot mist exhaled by the big black horse, the three people sitting in the old carriage gradually moved away from the cold forest and headed towards the royal court of the steppe tribes in the south.

The journey can be interesting or boring and lonely, although because Duanmu Rong was by his side, Xu Chen was inconvenient to ask his senior brother about the internal cultivation of Feiyun Dao, but he had enough time to ask his senior brother about the story of the cultivation world.

In the past, Xu Chen didn't know anything about the cultivation world, for example, he didn't know the source of the Demon Sect, he didn't know the history of the Book of Heaven, he didn't know that Feiyun Dao was the legendary unknowable place, and he didn't know that he was the legendary world Zhigo, because of these things, he made a lot of jokes, and even once said in front of Duanmu Rong's arrogant Ganyun What is it to walk in the world?

This psychological shadow made him very hungry to know the history of the cultivation world, and at this time, he finally had the opportunity to see all the pictures of the pinnacle of that world through the senior brother who seemed to know everything, where would he miss it.

In the following days, the story of the cultivation in the carriage has continued, except for the fact that he often almost fell asleep because the pace of his brother's speech was too slow, for Xu Chen, this was really a perfect journey home.

The court of the grassland tribe is already close, will the Bishui camp in the north be far away? If you go further south, you will enter the border of Chaoyang.

The cultivation story that Senior Brother told Xu Chen was not a great secret, at least for Duanmu Rong, a figure like Duanmu Rong, who was also a famous person, so it was impossible for her to maintain her excitement for a long time like Xu Chen. There are many stories that she has heard many times when she was a child, looking at Xu Chen's excited expression, she is very sympathetic to Mr. Feiyun Dao to play the role of the enlightenment teacher, and even more sighed that Mr. Big can have such strong patience.

In addition to occasional sighs, Duanmu Rong is also responsible for taking care of the big black horse's water, and most of the rest of the time, she is used to leaning against the car window with her chin in her hands, looking at the wasteland scenery outside the window. The scenery of the wasteland in winter is really lackluster, and the mind cannot be placed on the grass and clear water, so in the end the view becomes a simple daze.

One day, Xu Chen finally noticed the girl's strange appearance, looked at the faint sadness on her beautiful little face, was slightly stunned, and asked, "Duanmu Rong, what are you thinking?"

Now that the two of them have long been familiar with each other, Duanmu Rong is no longer as accustomed to hiding his slight shame and nervousness with silence or coldness in front of him, and he didn't reply to his question, still quietly looking at the thick snow outside the window, and said softly: "I didn't have a family since I was a child, so I don't know what that feeling is like." ”

Xu Chen didn't know that she was a disciple of Yuxuanmen, and he hadn't inquired about her life, and when he heard her emotion at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and remembered the rain in Linforty-seven Lane, and found that he didn't know what Xiao Zhuozi had unfulfilled wishes besides killing Ximen Wang, and couldn't help but think silently that he was unkind in this life, and he was probably not a good friend candidate.

After a while, he got rid of this emotion, looked at Duanmu Rong's beautiful side face and smiled, knowing that the reason why the girl was so emotional and sad was probably related to the pictures she saw on the seaside.

In terms of himself alone, Duanmu Rong is Duanmu Rong, and he is fully qualified to be compared with the Daoist Ye Tong and the Demon Sect girl Ye Yao, but behind those two girls each stands a powerful brother, when those people appear, no one will notice her existence at all, what kind of feelings will she have? Envy, jealousy or sentimentality?

"I've had family, but I've never had siblings, so I don't know what it's like to have an older brother, but if you ever get a chance to go to the capital and see my family, you can ask her. ”

In order to comfort her, Xu Chen said with a smile: "But if you really want to have a brother, I'll be for you, I'm not talking nonsense, even if I can't catch up with the realm of senior brother in the future, I can definitely be better than those two guys." ”

"Don't. ”

Xu Chen was slightly stunned, scratched his head and asked, "Why not?"

Duanmu Rong smiled slightly, and explained very seriously: "Because you are too weak." ”

Xu Chen looked at the girl's beautiful face, pursed her thin lips, her heart moved slightly, and then moved, secretly thinking that this sentence really hurt her self-esteem, could it be that the weakest Feiyun Dao hat in history should be worn for a lifetime?