"It is true that my disciple and sister were not sent to Fang Nuan Yuan because of their poor family." Ye Chen lowered his eyes, his words were very soft, as light as a gust of wind and could not be easily brushed off, "Mother is the princess of Daxia.
Everyone is afraid of the demon clan, but because of his strength and his father being a general, he lives a good life."
"but……"
His voice stopped suddenly, and he didn't know how to continue speaking.
The weak candlelight reflected Cong Ran's side face. He looked at her, and his squirming lips tried hard to squeeze out a hoarse voice, wanting to tell the eternal sorrow, but the tears that fell from his eyes only splashed on the softest place in his heart.
.
"It is said that Marshal Ye is so majestic and famous that there is no defeat where he is. But that is a battlefield, and the sword has no eyes." Ye Chen's eyes darkened and darkened, "He was shot to death by random arrows, and except for my mother,
There was no one around me and I felt sad. The Demon Lord also laughed and shouted that it was only himself who was to blame."
The victorious general and the fearless god of war are just a label that puts him on the altar, forcing him to remember his identity at all times and never harm important things because of his own selfish desires. Since he passed away, Ye Chen
Occasionally, he would think that his father's death might be a relief for him.
"My mother lost her husband and was heartbroken. Her body couldn't bear the weight loss. Although the royal family is still afraid of me and my sister, it doesn't stop them from taking action."
The boundless fairy fire devoured the people closest to him. Everyone knew that "that demon cultivator is dead". How could he not hate it! That half-crying, half-laughing mask became the basis for his revenge.
Cong Ran opened his mouth and looked directly into Ye Chen's eyes, his dark pupils a little firmer: "Princess Xia died tragically, and many people paid attention to it, and the immortal cultivators are all concerned about the demons' every move. You are her child,
I have been looking for you as my teacher and have accepted you as my disciple."
"You and your mother are old friends?" Ye Chen was shocked.
Cong Ran looked at him and stared at the elder, smiled and shook his head: "No, it's my brother who had a relationship with her."
"No wonder..."
Ye Chen murmured, with a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. He was lucky and unfortunate at the same time. If his mother had not known Cong Rong, he would not have met Cong Ran, involved in a lot of trivial matters, and eventually became "persistent"
If you think too deeply, you will eventually become a demonic obstacle; if you have too little resentment, you will eventually become heartless."
"Have you been to Stepping Cloud Gate before?" Cong Ran didn't notice anything strange about Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's head was throbbing with pain. He endured it and asked, "Why did Master say this?"
"Can you tell at just one glance that this harp is the Lingduo harp, or have you used it before?"
Faced with the little master's questioning, Ye Chen took his time and gave a highly credible reason on the spot: "A book randomly found in the Demon Clan Encyclopedia Hall contains information about the soul seizing the piano. Look,
The appearance is somewhat similar to the picture in the book, I'm just making a bold guess."
"That's it. Do you still have your bamboo flute with you?" Cong Ran believed it was true and glanced at his waist. It was empty, not even a sword. She said with a little regret, "Forget it if you don't have it with you. I was still thinking about it."
Let me hear you play a tune."
"It's natural." The slender bones of his hands lifted up the clothes on his chest. Ye Chen took out the bamboo flute placed next to him and rubbed the hollow on the flute with his thumb, "Master, what music do you want to listen to?"
"Just don't let it be Fang Nuanyuan's song to make girls laugh."
So, this is the reason why you asked me to copy the rules 300 times?! Ye Chen couldn't argue, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with grievances.
However, from Ran Yiji's perspective, he was busy clearing away the negative emotions.
"Then..."
Play his favorite tune.
Ye Chen patted his chest confidently, holding the bamboo flute in one hand and said, "The sound quality this time is no longer making people urinate."
In his previous life, he practiced martial arts with a sword instead of a flute. After losing all his cultivation, he hated all living things in the world, and the music he composed was filled with desolate murderous intent.
The cold crescent moon hung on the treetops at the head of the village. Suddenly, a low flute sound came. It must have been melodious, and I couldn't sleep again. The sound of the flute slowly floated throughout Liangzhou Hall.
The blood-stained lips were pressed against the bone soul flute, which was so black that it was emitting black smoke. The flute had no holes, not even the most basic mouthpiece, but he could still play from that flute.
In an instant, I returned to the bottom of the Yunhai Peak Valley. It was a scarlet place with corpses everywhere. The cold wind blew the hair of the dead corpses, and for a moment you would think they were still alive. The demons, unlike the human world, are a place where the weak eat the strong.
Only with the strength can all the people surrender.
In the three years since Ye Chen left Salvation, he did not allow anyone to continue investigating the young owner of the village, which made it a lot more difficult for Cong Ran to investigate. The progress and clues were intermittent and did not match up when put together.
Recently, Xie Fangfang browsed through major books, from ancient scrolls to current scrolls, from the human world to the divine world to the demon world, and read all the books he could find.
For one thing, the art of resurrecting a dead person by borrowing a corpse really existed, and some people successfully resurrected the deceased. Later generations imitated it, but they all suffered backlash, and over time no one cared about it.
Secondly, in the "Soul Demonic Dream" in the demon world, it can be said that the demon king has asked people to find a healthy and young body when he was practicing. From ancient times to the present, there is no exception.
As for the Lingqin... as the name suggests, it can take away a monk's spiritual power. It is originally an item of the demon clan, so how did it reach the human world.
There was a lot of information provided to Cong Ran, and she was busy sorting and analyzing it, so she had no time to teach Ye Chen how to practice swordsmanship. She brought him a pile of formation spell books and pointed at his flute.
"Your cultivation level is still rising too slowly. Learn more musical spells. If you are unable to summon the sword in the future, the magic flute will be your last ability to protect yourself."
Ye Chen's eyebrows trembled. It was true that the little master treated him well, and it was also true that he used him to remove his spiritual roots. Now, when she talked about self-protection, it was probably because of the poisonous insects planted in her body that cost the lives of the two of them.
Bound together.
"Master, are you asking me to practice magic?" Ye Chen tightened his grip on the bamboo flute, his fingertips turning white.
Cong Ran poured himself a cup of tea: "There has never been an absolute right way or an evil way. No killing is allowed. In the eyes of the teacher, it is the right way."
Ye Chen felt warm in his heart. He stretched out his hand and held Cong Ran's hand holding the cup: "It's cold at night. Drinking herbal tea will hurt your stomach."
As he said that, he used his inner strength, the tea was lukewarm, and he withdrew his hand. He didn't realize that someone who had exceeded his behavior at all, looked at Cong Ran with a smile on his face: "Disciple, can you learn magic and practice forbidden arts at will?"
If this is true, his cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and with the blessing of various forbidden arts, it will take about ten years before he can return to his previous cultivation and have the power to conquer the entire world of cultivation. Of course, this time, he
You have to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, so that the murderer becomes arrogant and his whereabouts are exposed, so that he can be caught easily.
Cong Ran was drinking tea. If the tips of his ears weren't slightly red, he would have thought he was calm: "Your demonic energy has been sealed for a long time. The more you learn about demons, the greater the backlash you will receive. Just learn it briefly. As for the ban,
Skills cannot be learned!"
"Ah?" Ye Chen let out an "ouch" and slumped down on the table, "It seems that the road to cultivation is long..."
In the middle of the night, Ye Chen "consciously" returned to the side hall. He wanted to help Cong Ran tidy up the house, but she didn't appreciate it! The two were in a stalemate for a while, and she summoned the Shenwu Teng Whip. Ye Chen was most afraid of this thing.
, being whipped on the body not only caused the skin to be torn, but the key point was that no elixir could heal the wound, so it had to heal itself. In his previous life, he was punished with ten lashes, and for a full month, he was lying on the bed, unable to even turn over!
But before leaving, Ye Chen put the armor on the bed on the low bench at the risk of being beaten.
The silver armor was cold and sharp, with a lion engraved on it. Its eyes were light blue. Warm candlelight shone on it, and the alluring purple color bewitched Ye Chen's mind.
He stopped staring at the armor and turned to look at Cong Ran, who was holding a cup and staring at the teapot: "What if Master was busy and forgot to go to bed and left it alone?"
"Nothing." She was stunned for a moment and hugged the armor in her arms.
"How can everything be okay!" Ye Chen straightened up. He was now half a head taller than Cong Ran. He looked down at her and looked at her with a familiar look. The emotions of hatred and love were intertwined. He shouted at her, "You will
painful."
"..."
"Don't you feel pain?" Seeing that she remained silent, Ye Chen muttered to himself, "As your cultivation level is higher, your skin is thicker than that of ordinary people? It seems to make sense that my previous skin and flesh cannot be damaged by ordinary weapons."
He mistakenly recognized that the person in front of him was Concubine Cong, so he reached out and pinched her arm, which was soft and warm, instead of lying on the bed in Liangzhou Hall, which was cold and cold.
The "Wuqiu" held in Ran's hand made a terrifying sizzling sound.
It's broken, it's broken. How can she have the spiritual power to summon Shenwu when her spiritual elixir is shattered? Ye Chen realized in a daze that so far, she was still his master. That face instantly collapsed.
"Still not leaving?" Cong Ran said coldly.
Her face was horrifying, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, not in pain. Ye Chen swallowed his saliva, bowed politely and left, quickly moved to the door, and stepped out, fearing that he would be greeted by a few whips if he was too slow.
Already.
The strange thing is that he left the main hall smoothly and safely, and Ran never caught up with him, let alone went on a rampage. But she was just annoyed that he was doing this.
Is this still the little master he knows?
He took off his coat and stood in front of the window in only one piece of underwear. His head ached with worry. He got on the bed and tossed and turned again, without any pajamas. It was almost dawn, his eyes were sleepy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Demonic cultivation was easy for him, an old demon. However, when Ye Chen opened a book about the magic spell of controlling music and faced the crooked and crawling lines, his understanding of demonic cultivation was completely overturned.
concept view.
"So, is this book fake or is everything I learned in my previous life wrong?!" Ye Chen was shocked, closed the book and pushed it aside, trying to recall the past.
Fortunately, Cong Ran knew that he did not have the concentration to practice every day, so on the third day, she temporarily left Ye Chen in Cong Rong's custody.
Danling Mountain is a separate mountain peak, far away from Cong Ran's residence. She wanted Ye Chen to live with her brother for a while, but Ye Chen didn't feel that the journey was tiring, so he refused to move out and would come back at night.
Sleeping in the side hall of Liangzhou Hall.
Said to be……
"The dog has been sleeping for a long time, but he still finds the right place! If I don't leave, I will finally get used to the bed here!"
Congrong has never taught a disciple, Ye Wan is the first one, and now, there is another troublesome Ye Chen, which is causing Danling pheasant to panic.
In the back mountain courtyard
"Hey, sister! Look at the sword!"
"Xiao Shen, is your swordsmanship like this, or are you moving too hastily? Look at you, you can't even breathe steadily."
The two sharp swords danced like fallen leaves, the silver light suddenly rose, they were as powerful as flying dragons, like rippling water, like fire trees and silver flowers, like snakes, wandering all over the place, like eagles, flying and soaring. The sound of swords clashing with each other.
, full of pleasure.
When the two of them reached the point, Ye Chen, who had put away his sword, was holding on to a tree and breathing heavily. He saw Ye Wan walking towards him worriedly. He curled his lips and complained: "Haha, this swordsmanship is very fast.
, I’m almost exhausted after every fight.”
Ye Wan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Is Fuyao Immortal's swordsmanship difficult to understand?"
"It's difficult, it's too difficult."
"That's because you don't take it to heart at all!"
An unhappy voice sounded along with the opening of the door. The person who came was dressed in white robes, with three thousand black hair, and a face like a crown of jade, but showed alienation.
The whole world is so cold that it can freeze the surrounding people. Apart from his good master, it is my sister's master - Calm.
He was obviously very handsome and unforgiving when he spoke. When he lightly opened his thin lips, Ye Chen automatically chose not to listen.
"Using a sword is like a firewood stick, and cutting people is like chopping wood. It seems to be regular, but in fact it is brainless and reckless. You can keep your breath steady, but you have seen a ghost."
"Rotten wood is rotten wood. If you carve it again, it will at best add a layer of gold to the outside. The actual decay cannot be changed. Cong Ran is an old man and it doesn't make sense."
Ye Wan's hand wiping sweat stopped in mid-air, and Ye Chen pulled her hand down.
She thought he was angry, so she explained: "My master has a vicious mouth, but he is very kind, so don't take it to your heart."
"Okay, I'm not angry." Ye Chen released his hold on her hand.
But he stared at Calm not far away and chuckled.
He knew this man's temper very well. In his previous life, he had personally abandoned all his cultivation and became a mortal. He didn't say a word, and he couldn't help crying when he was scolded by everyone and couldn't be forgiven.
Ye Chen's memory is not very good, and people who don't care about it don't want to remember it at all, but he is the younger master's brother after all. In his previous life, he paid more attention to it. After his spiritual power dissipated, he disappeared into the vast sea of people.
meet again
It was during the Shangyuan Festival. Emperor Ye Chen felt that the Demon Palace was lifeless, so he took his concubine to the human world to search for the scent of fireworks in the world. By chance, he bumped into a lame beggar, and Ye Chen showed mercy to him.
A few pieces of broken silver.
The beggar wanted to thank him for taking it, but when his dirty hands touched the silver, he suddenly looked horrified and limped away with his crutch.
later
Ye Chen asked the locals and found out that the beggar didn't seem to have a very good mind. When he first arrived, his limbs were still intact, but he liked to talk nonsense.
"I am an immortal. I fly with a sword and kill demons. Even gods are afraid of me."
"I'm in such a miserable state now. It's hard to have enough food and clothing."
Ye Chen asked again how the beggar's legs were broken.
The locals answered respectfully.
The beggar had no money and liked to hang around in the flower house. The madam tried to drive him away several times, so she let him go. And he was not here just to see the beauties. When he saw the top lady Qiu Luoqin, the beggar would choose a corner to sit in.
Go down and watch the woman singing. If the woman is not here...
Ye Chen went to the flower house where beggars loved to go, and sat on a chair for two days without seeing Qiu Luoqin. The madam told him that the girl was having her menstruation and it was not convenient for her to come out to receive guests.
"Where is her portrait? Show it to me!"
The old bustard sent someone to take the portrait.
Handing it to Ye Chen, he opened it with almost trembling hands. The paper was a little worn and blurry. But every stroke and every trace showed the beauty of the woman.
Qiu Luo Qin, autumn... the sky falls.
The two people looked very similar. If the person in the painting had not had a tear mole, he would have almost thought that she was his mother.
Xia Min, the eldest princess of Xia Kingdom, Qiu Luoqing!
When Ye Chen suddenly realized that he was going to find the beggar, he had long since disappeared. The locals tremblingly told the emperor what the madman said.
"He said he was a god. Maybe... when he saw you trying to catch him, he flew... away, right?"
How could a person without spiritual power disappear in a blink of an eye? Ye Chen didn't believe it, so he sent people to look for him, but the result was that no one was found. The lame beggar seemed to have evaporated, and there was no more news about him.