Aunt Zhou and the Taoist priest in the courtyard were stunned when they heard Yan Hui's words.
Silence lasted for a long time.
In the end, Aunt Zhou was awakened by Mrs. Xiao's uncontrollable coughing, and Aunt Zhou shouted, "Oh, my God, this little hoof dares to say such a thing, it's going to go against the sky!" Twisting his butt, he took the first two steps, "I will clean up your little hoof for Mrs. Xiao today..."
Before she finished speaking, Yan Hui sneered, and before she made her move, she saw Aunt Zhou suddenly sprained her foot and fell to the ground inexplicably. .
Yan Hui's brows moved slightly, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a stone rolling to the side.
She had planned that if the traffickers really rushed to her and grabbed things, she would teach her a lesson... but this stone gave her the upper hand.
Yan Hui turned his eyes and looked at Tian Yao, who just lowered his eyes and supported the somewhat bewildered old lady Xiao, really like a fool who didn't know anything.
The fake Taoist priest was going to help Aunt Zhou who fell to the ground screaming and screaming in pain. This time Yanhui kicked the stone and hit the Taoist priest directly in the knee.
Yan Hui looked at them with contempt: "Hehe, since the Taoist priest is so powerful, he can prolong a person's life by ten years, so now you should recite a spell to heal the bones of you and this shrew."
Aunt Zhou cursed continuously.
The Taoist priest didn't speak anymore, got up in silence, dragged Aunt Zhou to the outside of the courtyard, and muttered in a low voice, "Let's go, this little girl is not easy to mess with."
Seeing the two stumbled out, Yan Hui disliked and snorted coldly, and turned his head, only to see Tian Yao in the courtyard helping the coughing old Mrs. Xiao into the room, without even looking at Yan Hui.
He didn't say a word from start to finish. But Yanhui saw a small stone pit on the ground where he stood.
Yan Hui was actually surprised, she didn't expect this monster to help her at such a time.
At night, the two lived in the same room, and Tian Yao sat in the corner and slept as usual, without mentioning anything about the day. On the contrary, Yanhui lay on the bed for a while, and couldn't help asking: "I found out today that you monster is not an unreasonable master... Although you cursed me in the steamed bun."
There was no response from Tian Yao in the corner, and the room fell into silence.
Feeling the silent nature of this monster, Yan Hui didn't care, just opened his eyes to the darkness in front of him, and asked, "What kind of disaster did you endure in the first place, and how did you become such a virtuous person?"
Yan Hui still didn't hear an answer, just when she thought she was going to sleep in silence like this today, a self-deprecating voice suddenly came from there: "I have survived the calamity, but I haven't survived the heart."
At this time, Yan Hui, who was so sleepy, no longer had the leisure to listen to his story, so he rolled up the quilt and turned over and said, "If I ask you something, a simple and rude answer will suffice. What kind of literature and art are you pretending to be? It's easy to be provocative…”
"… "
After a while, the even breathing sound of Yanhui's whirring came from the bed.
"It's a big heart." Tian Yao's voice dissipated in the silent night with the night wind blowing in from the window.
A ray of moonlight fell in front of him through the window, he looked at the bright moonlight and closed his eyes, and the sound of killing could not be dispersed day after day in his mind.
The next day, Yan Hui followed Tian Yao, who was going to work in the fields, and discussed with him: "I was too tired to say yesterday, I will discuss it with you today, you can work on your own, and I will investigate the snake demon. Anyway, I won't run anymore, and you don't have to look at me, it may be faster."
After saying this, Yan Hui saw a person sitting on the ridge from a distance before he even walked to his own field.
Silk and white clothes, delicate face, still has a bit of dull eyes.
It is the real man of Qiyun.
How did she find it here.
Yanhui walked over in small steps and crouched down beside Master Qiyun: "Why did you come here by yourself again?" Knowing that Master Qiyun was very different from before, Yan Hui felt much more relaxed when talking to her. .
"That snake in your house... No, what about that lame man? He's so tight on you that he can't let you out alone, right?"
Immortal Qiyun did not answer her. Yan Hui thought about it for a while: "It's just right, I'm going to find him, so I'll take you there together. Do you remember the way back?" Yan Hui stretched out his hand to help her as he spoke, but he never thought that his hand had just touched her. On the arm of Master Qiyun, Master Qiyun suddenly grabbed Yanhui's hand as if he had been struck by lightning.
Yan Hui was surprised: "Why..."
She looked at Master Qiyun's eyes, but seeing Master Qiyun staring at her with wide eyes, her eyes were both startled and fearful, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.
When Yan Hui was urinating, some little ghosts had exercised a lot of courage than ordinary people, but at this moment, seeing such an intimidating gaze from Master Qi Yun, he still felt a chill on his back at this moment.
She opened her mouth.
Yanhui saw her pale lips trembling violently, as if she wanted to say something, but her teeth were clenched so tightly that she started to tremble a little.
"What’s wrong with you… "
Yan Hui felt uneasy in his heart, only to feel that Qiyun Zhenren was really like some kind of evil.
"Hui..." She finally loosened her teeth and squeezed out a word, "Go back." When she said this, she grabbed Yanhui's hand even tighter, so tight that Yanhui thought she wanted to see her fingers All the bones were broken.
In addition to the pain, Yan Hui also felt a chill coming from Master Qiyun's hand, eroding the back of her hand little by little...
The other arm tightened suddenly, and someone pulled Yanhui back. When Yanhui staggered back and almost fell, he finally broke free from Qiyun Zhenren's hand that was holding her tightly.
Qiyun Zhenren was also brought to the side by this force, and fell between the fields.
Then, like a lifeless puppet, it stopped moving at all.
Yan Hui didn't even look at who was pulling him away from behind, he just stared blankly at Master Qiyun, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. She covered the back of her hand, and on the back of her hand, the frost formed by the cold air was slowly melting.
Yanhui knows what kind of magic this is...
Tian Yao loosened Yan Hui's arm and stood in front of her. After a while, he squatted down and helped Qiyun Zhenren up from the field.
At this time, Zhenren Qiyun had closed his eyes tightly, completely unconscious and unconscious. The breath she exhaled was cold, and it swirled in the air into a white mist that slowly drifted away.
What kind of magic does Yanhui make that make people like this
It's the Frost Flower Art. In the whole world, anyone who can use this art to hurt Qiyun Zhenren so far, apart from her former master Ling Xiao, I'm afraid there is no one else who has this ability.
Thinking of this, Yan Hui's face was a little ugly.
Thinking about it carefully, the time is also right. Although the Immortal Cultivation Conference in Chenxingshan came to an end three months ago, it was not all over, but those who were the most important cultivators would usually stay until the last day.
But Zhenren Qiyun left early. Immediately afterwards, she had no news. And then, everyone searched for his fairy all over the world, but they had to meet again...
When Yanhui saw her the day before yesterday, she only fell to this point when she was injured by some monster.
But looking at her now...
Yan Hui involuntarily held the broken jade on his neck.
Although she reminded herself 10,000 times that she was no longer from Chenxingshan and Ling Xiao's apprentice, she still had no choice but to pay attention to him and Chenxingshan, because for so many years live for it.
Those involuntary noticing had almost become a part of her life.
"It's the frost technique." Tian Yao said, "But Wenchen Xingshan Daoist Lingxiao is proficient in this technique." He turned his eyes and looked at Yanhui lightly.
"It's not my master..." Yanhui bit her tongue and was silent for a moment, "It won't be done by Ling Xiao." She said, "Since Xianzun Qingguang lived in seclusion a few years ago, Ling Xiao has become the head of Chenxingshan. However, all matters of the sect are up to him, no one in Chenxingshan does not acquiesce that he is the next immortal. Nong. At such a moment, Ling Xiao has no reason and will not attack the Immortal Master Qiyun who is also a cultivator...
"Furthermore, although Ling Xiao is indifferent, he... won't hurt people so much. In short, there must be a misunderstanding." At the end, Yan Hui only said.
"not him."
Seeing Yan Hui like this, Tian Yao didn't say much.
When the two were silent, they suddenly heard a strange rubbing sound coming from the ground, from far to near, and quickly.
Yanhui raised his head and looked at Tian Yao. The two of them didn't speak yet, as if they had understood their minds. Tian Yao suddenly pushed the fainted Master Qiyun towards Yanhui, and Yanhui hugged Master Qiyun with both hands. Catching it, she fell back, Tian Yao stepped back, and when the two of them were no more than a foot away, they only heard a "swoosh", and a forked thick snake tail slammed from the ground. extracted from.
If it wasn't for the two of them hiding in time, they would have been drawn into the air at this time.
The snake's tail waved in the air, and the dust was raised.
Yanhui fell to the ground and hugged Zhenren Qiyun, and before he got up, he heard a woman's sharp cursing from a distance: "What kind of soil is being raised in the daytime! Whose dead is going to dig a hole!"
It was Aunt Zhou who stood up in another field.
When facing the monster, Yan Hui almost subconsciously shouted: "Get down!"
However, it was too late to say this, and Aunt Zhou had already stood up.
Just in time, she just saw the snake with the thick bucket lifted from the ground, the snake head raised and lowered, just stopped in front of Aunt Zhou, and the letter spit out passed through Aunt Zhou's ear, and the fishy wind that it brought up was almost enough. Blow out her gray hair.
"Yao..." Aunt Zhou opened her mouth wide and inhaled into her stomach one by one. "Yao Yao..." Before she could finish her words, she rolled her eyes, fell straight back, kicked her legs twice, and disappeared. movement.
Before I could see whether Aunt Zhou was dead or alive, the snake twisted its head and turned to stare at Yanhui.
Yan Hui immediately held Qiyun Zhenren to his chest like a shield: "People are still alive! Calm down! Don't be angry! If you have something to say, talk about it!"