Chapter 13: Haven't seen each other for three years, have you ever thought of this seat?
Borderland.
A strong wind came in the evening, whipping up dust and sand on the ground and whizzing past the sparsely populated town.
There were not many people passing by in the entire alley. There was only one inn and restaurant that gave off some dim and warm light, making it a little popular.
This border is not the other border. It is the border between the demon world and the human world, not the so-called border between countries and cities.
The farther away from Kyoto, the more chaotic the place becomes. Because the residents living there are all old, weak, sick and disabled. For monks in the Qi Refining Stage who want to kill people and seize treasures or take revenge, the best opportunity is
It's here.
The border between the two ethnic groups is blocked by the Yunhai Peak. When it falls to the bottom, time and space are disrupted, causing residents of the two realms to wander around at will. Incidents of malicious smuggling are common.
During the Hungry Ghost Festival, the barrier will become particularly weak, allowing demons and ghosts to act as they please and run rampant. People in the border areas rush home in the evening and put up yellow talismans to exorcise demons to keep themselves safe.
The lights in the restaurant flickered on and off.
"Let's talk about the head of this savior sect. She has helped us a lot in the past few years. First, she sent food and water when there was a drought, and then when there were monsters, the monks came to kill them. It is much better than the current saint.
"
The person who spoke was the owner of this pipe shop. He was dressed in black linen, holding a folding fan in his hand, swaying with a smile on his face. Because of his cheerful personality, everyone called him "Brother Zhang Xiao".
A strong man who was drinking wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a loud voice: "Brother Xiao, please save your worries. If someone with a heart hears about it, you will have something to eat. We rough guys, don't talk about the affairs of the court."
.To avoid getting into trouble.”
Brother Zhang Xiao blinked, and the smile on his face froze for a moment, and he said something out of tune: "This place has become a dead city long ago! How can the emperor care about our life and death?"
Of course he knew that the emperor had also tried his best to help them, but this was a long-term matter. It did not happen overnight. Over time, the emperor did not care much about this place. The young and strong man took his family and moved away, becoming a miserable person now.
situation.
"L--"
It was raining lightly outside, and in the dark night, everything was damp. The skin of the trees and soil was beginning to fester, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.
A sigh slowly sounded: "Your Majesty is a human being, not a god. How can one person save the common people? The world is full of suffering, and we can only save ourselves."
Everything was silent, and everyone turned to look at the monk sitting by the window, drinking steaming tea. A faint silver halo enveloped the whole body, and the hem of the plain white robe was embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which was ingenious and exquisite.
One or two light blue flower prints hang down from the shoulders, and the flawless and transparent palace feathers flutter in the wind around the waist, making it even more elegant and elegant.
He faced everyone calmly, letting all kinds of eyes gather on him. His calm expression was like the breeze and the bright moon, making everyone's heart instantly brighten.
"What do you call the little brother?" Brother Zhang Xiao tried to smooth things over.
The monk raised his legs on the stool and said with a smile: "Ye Chen, whose courtesy name is Jinhua."
"Ye Jinhua?!" When the warrior heard this, he looked suddenly enlightened, but unfortunately he became confused again soon after, "Aren't you that...who's apprentice?"
"My master is Immortal Fuyao." Ye Chen's smile grew stronger. He picked up the sword placed by his side. The gorgeous white tassels on the sword hung straight to the ground. He cupped his fists and saluted briefly, and kindly warned, "No tonight.
Ning, please stay here for one night."
"Today is the Ghost Festival. It would be rare if there were no ghosts." Someone was amused. He looked up to the sky and laughed, playing with the two dice in his palm.
"I'm just giving you a suggestion. You guys should listen to it and think about it."
Ye Chen was as peaceful and leisurely as the moonlight and flowing water. His expression was so calm, calm and gentle, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
He drank the rest of the tea, grabbed his sword and walked alone into the quiet forest. The tassels on the sword swayed like water with his steps.
"This Mr. Ye looks so much like his master, I almost thought he was Immortal Fuyao."
"When he came down the mountain to practice, I heard that Immortal Fuyao had gone into seclusion for a year. The two of them couldn't tell if there was any hidden secret."
The rough people in the restaurant looked at each other, knowing that he was the disciple of the Immortal Lord, so they didn't know what to say, so they picked up the bottle of wine and poured it into their stomachs to keep them drunk.
Who knew that when Ye Chen left the restaurant, the original gentleness and smile on his face were gone, replaced by a gloomy and complicated look.
After three years of training down the mountain, he thought about his master almost all the time, her smile and her unintentional tenderness, which was like a kind of honey poison, eroding his nerves.
But he still endured and did not come back to save the world.
Ye Chen's purpose for going down the mountain was very clear. The main thing was to improve his cultivation. Secondly, he wanted to find out the approximate location of the Soul Killing Cult. As for his enemy, the one who could release fairy fire was at least a half-immortal.
With your own level of cultivation, don’t even think about killing gods.
But if there is a powerful person who can take his place...
Somehow, the first strong person that Ye Chen thought of was Cong Ran.
Then, he hesitated.
Thunder suddenly struck from the sky, depicting the involuntary fate, causing the entire night to quickly collapse. The scenery turned pale in an instant, and then darkened, the crying ghost had no way to escape, and the soul was naked and stiff.
It actually shocked the emperor, who was not afraid of anything.
Ye Chen patted his beating heart on his chest and said speechlessly: "Let me go. Did the heartless man give up in the beginning or did the femme fatale hook up with Lord Shangguan again?"
There was the sound of bones being torn apart all around. He didn't have the intention to continue joking. He drew out his sword "Xunwei" and wrapped his spiritual power in a protective shield.
The dead tree, as rotten as white bones, was decapitated, stretched out its hands to the sky, and complained speechlessly. The vision blurred, blurry white light spots, overlapping huge black shadows, desperately tearing through the night.
What is chilling is that four figures appeared on the ground at the same time.
No, it couldn't be said to be a human figure, there was no one around the dead tree.
Only the biting wind howled with the raindrops, making the clothes fly.
Then black bugs flew up from the ground. There were so many of them, and they were so black that it made people's scalp numb. Ye Chen hid his breath and watched the group of black butterflies fly past him, ignoring him, and followed them.
In the previous life, there was no so-called Black Butterfly in the Soul-killing Cult. It was just a demonic sect with all kinds of poison and forbidden arts.
This life is obviously a bit more difficult to deal with.
The butterfly insects stopped at the bright restaurant in the alley, baring their teeth and barking outside. Ye Chen was afraid that they would rush in, so he looked left and right on the ground, found a stone, and threw it at the ceramic jar next door.
The jar shattered into pieces, and the brewed wine inside flowed out and flowed all over the floor. Ye Chen threw out sparks rudely. In an instant, the fire shot into the sky, and the black butterfly no longer lingered, and continued to fly forward, like
Someone gave the general order.
The dreamer was so startled that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes and shoes, and ran out cursing.
"Whose baby! Why are you smashing my jar!"
Ye Chen touched his nose guiltily, saying "sin" in his heart, and hurriedly followed Xuande.
The steps were from one step to two steps, and two steps to three steps. Later, the black butterfly's flying speed became faster and faster, forcing Ye Chen to use Qinggong to chase after it. Seeing the scene in front of him become familiar, he realized that he was following the butterfly.
We arrived at the foot of the mountain of the Salvation Sect.
Twelve years ago, the spiritual stone that he destroyed when he first arrived was replaced by a towering spiritual tree. The black butterflies chewed up the fruits on the tree and hurriedly wanted to fly in to save the world. However, the realm stopped them outside, even if they collided with it.
Even if I break my head, I won't be able to score another half point.
Just when Ye Chen was about to burn them all to death, the Black Butterfly turned a corner, flew around Salvation for a long time, and rushed straight up from the back mountain.
——Lin’s ancestral tomb mountain
Ye Chen watched helplessly as Xuan Die tore through the realm and flew in. The palm-sized hole made him speechless. He once argued with Xie Fang about whether Salvation had a detailed plan, but the other side denied it at first. Because there were demons in Salvation.
It may not be found.
I didn't expect that stubborn barriers can be broken.
Especially the back mountain realm where the yin energy is the heaviest and weakest.
It’s really killing me!
Ye Chen suddenly felt that in his previous life, he had lived so far that he didn't even know about this place!
"Idiot, you have the nerve to come back after being followed?"
A sullen voice came from the rockery, and then a fire burst out, burning nearly fifty black butterflies into ashes.
There really is a mole in the salvation sect!
Ye Chen simply took off his disguise and stabbed it with "Xunwei" without saying a word. "Pfft", the sound was a little thin, not the sound of piercing the flesh. Just when he was confused, white pieces of paper exploded in the air, and
There was...a mask with a half-happy and half-sad face that fell to the ground.
After he escaped from the fire, he rushed to his mother's house and saw the mask on the face of the person who was hiding behind the wall!
He trembled all over, opened his mouth half-open, and let out a hoarse scream, feeling like a knife had opened his chest.
"No--!"
"Ye, Jin, Hua!"
The scolding behind him brought Ye Chen back from the edge of collapse. He turned around in despair, his unfocused eyes looked at him for a long time, and finally he recognized that the person who had just called his name angrily was Xie Fang.
Ye Chen defended: "Senior brother, there is a traitor in the salvation of the world. I did not kill Xuande."
"The physical evidence is all there, what else do you have to explain?" Xie Fang obviously couldn't listen to the explanation.
Both of them are young and promising monks. If they really fight, it is still not certain who will win and who will lose. Anyway, every plant and tree here will be destroyed.
Ye Wan, who had arrived late, saw Ye Chen, whom he had not seen for three years. He was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran over and said: "Xie Senior Brother, the Immortal Lord asked you to come here to find the body of the young village owner. He did not ask you to fight among yourself.
, Xiao Shen cannot be a trickster, Salvation treats him so well, how could it harm Salvation."
"How can there be so many impossibilities?" Xie Fang shook off Ye Wan who was holding his hand and sneered, "You demon sect is just a pair of underpants. What you did is disgusting. Master must be crazy to kill you."
Gain a disciple!"
"I am not crazy."
These four simple words made Xie Fang, who was originally eloquent, speechless.
The visitor's expression was leisurely, as if all worldly noises had been separated from the door of his heart, and he was as quiet as if he were outside the world, with prosperity and decline following fate, untainted by dust.
She comes into the wind like a thousand trees blooming.
Ye Chen became her disciple for the first time, and he sincerely praised her for her beauty, which touched his heart.
Congran said indifferently: "How come this unexpected guest in the world is just a common man in this world."
A beautiful woman is drawn in one stroke, and her eyes are startled. Her features are like those she met three lifetimes ago, and now she is an old friend.
The past emerges.
Returning to the quiet place where all the immortals surrendered, Congran stepped on the breeze and fell from the sky. Falling flowers were in full bloom, flowers were falling like rain, her plain white robes, and knee-length black cloud hair poured down gorgeously and solemnly. I was shocked.
The eyebrows of heavenly beings, the indifferent and cold gaze, the dancing necklaces, and the subtle fragrance floating around.
He was allowed to be reviled by the disciples of salvation and stayed out of the matter.
The screen changes.
The way Cong Ran desperately protected herself behind her, and the caring tone in her harsh words, were all real.
Ye Chen couldn't tell clearly at first.
What is true and what is false.
"Master, in the three years since he left, nothing happened to Salvation. As soon as he came, he attracted these butterflies. Do you think he is not suspicious?" Xie Fang pointed at Ye Chen's nose and shouted evilly.
Congran nodded slightly and said something completely different: "He didn't do this. You are so aggressive. Is there something wrong in your heart?"
"..."
Xie Fang has a way of saying that if a dumb person eats Coptis chinensis, he will not be able to express the pain.
Congran flicked his sleeves and dusted away the bugs: "You should go back to your room and rest. It's already late. We'll look for Yi'er's body tomorrow."
Ye Wan responded "Yes", Xie Fang snorted, but still went down the mountain and returned to his residence to rest.
On the tomb hill, the two stared awkwardly at each other.
Cong Ran coughed lightly and briefly talked about Lin Yi's body. After the body was found three years ago, it was placed in a coffin and buried. Not long after it was settled, the body disappeared again.
He listened absently, thinking that when he came down the mountain, he was the same height as Cong Ran, but now standing next to her, he was more than half a head taller than her. He lowered his head and looked at the cold face of the little master.
It is alienation, and the words that come to my mouth cannot be said anymore.
"Have something to say?" Cong Ranqing raised her head and looked into Ye Chen's eyes.
Yes, I have a lot to say. I want to ask you whether you have thought about me in the past three years. I want to ask you how have you been in the past three years? I want to ask you, who is afraid of the cold, whether you wear a cotton-padded coat every winter solstice...
How could he ask so many questions in one breath, and yet his little master, who was always angry and used to weave canes to slap people, would answer his questions in one go?
"I heard someone say that one year after my disciple came down the mountain, the master went into seclusion. Is it because he was ill?"
still……
If your mind is in a state of confusion, you need to find a place to meditate.
His brows were clear and his eyes were pure pitch black, as black as the endless abyss at the end of the universe. If you look at it for a while, you will have the illusion that you are about to be sucked in.
"You should practice in seclusion only if you have signs of breaking through in your cultivation." Cong Ran glanced at him, his face unchanged and his heart not beating.
The ferret hidden in her sleeve made a disdainful sound.
The result was a biting cold, and it immediately hugged Cong Ran's wrist in fear, holding back any dissatisfaction.
How could Ye Chen not notice this strange thing? His depressed mood was swept away and he followed her like a dog-skin plaster: "Master, if you believe in me so much, I didn't bring or kill the black butterfly?"
Cong Ran told the truth: "How dare you lie in front of my master?"
Even if you give him a hundred courages, you won't dare!
"No... I don't dare." Ye Chen was about to cry, but suddenly he saw a flash of red on Cong Ran's head, "Master, I have a question, how long have you been wearing this hairpin?"
…
The second day
When Ye Chen met Cong Ran again, the hairpin on her head was changed to elegant white. As for where the red hairpin went, she casually answered: "I think that hairpin looks good. I wore it for a while, but I still feel that
The red color is too picky and not suitable.”
Ye Chen suppressed laughter throughout the whole process. He would not tell Cong Ran that before he came, he asked the disciples of Salvation what had happened to their master in the past three years.
The disciple said it more mysteriously. The only difference between the Immortal Lord and the Immortal Lord is that he always wears a red hairpin on his head, which makes him look very conspicuous wherever he goes. This chapter has been completed!