Shen Zhixian coughed lightly, but he wasn't too panicked. He calmly got off Yan Jin and greeted the fourth elder as usual, "Good evening, Master Shi."
The fourth elder looked at him, then at Yan Jin, before he stopped talking.
Shen Zhixian said, "Uncle Master doesn't recognize us?"
The fourth elder looked blank: "You... he... what are you doing..."
He almost forgot what he was here for tonight, and all he could think about was the image of Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin hugging intimately—the little nephew and his apprentice went out, what happened? !
Shen Zhixian tilted his head and thought for a while, and said euphemistically, "Probably, the normal behavior between Taoist companions?"
Fourth Elder: "..."
Fourth Elder: "???"
The fourth elder was too sluggish to return to his senses.
Shen Zhixian thoughtfully gave him the time to accept it, went to get the tea set and other items, and brewed tea on Xiaoyu's table next to him.
Shen Zhixian didn't taste it once here. The high-grade spirit tea leaves were stretched out in the boiling hot water. The faint scent of tea finally awakened the Fourth Elder. He breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped his face: "You should consider this matter carefully."
Shen Zhixian sipped his tea for a while.
Yan Jin's hand on his knee clenched slightly.
The fourth elder said: "Although our Qingyun Sect will not interfere in the private affairs of the disciples, it is not good for you to be so nameless. If you think about it, you should choose a date and set it down..."
After the fourth elder regained his senses, the more he talked, the more he said: "There has been no lively events in the sect for a long time. Take advantage of this opportunity to be lively and lively..."
Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Seeing the eyes of the fourth elders were bright, he could only interrupt: "Uncle, we will prepare this matter well. You came late at night, what's the important thing? "
The fourth elder paused for a while, and finally remembered the business. He hesitated for a while. In the dark night, he carefully looked at Shen Zhixian and asked cautiously, "Is it you coming back? See you at Xiao Sui?"
- The fourth elder really knew that he had been taken away.
Shen Zhixian was relieved, and nodded without hesitation: "Uncle, it's me."
He stood up, slightly restrained his expression, bowed respectfully to the fourth elder, and said gratefully, "Master and uncle worked hard in those years, and the junior dare not forget it again."
This look and gesture is definitely not something that the monster who took the house can make. Even when Shen Zhixian's temperament changed a few years ago, it was different.
The four elders stopped talking. I don't know what he remembered. In the dark of the night, his eyes gradually glowed with water. He raised his hand and picked up the teacup. He didn't care about the hot tea, he gulped and drank it, suppressing the excitement in his heart, it took a long time. Choked out a sentence: "Brother Wen would be so happy if he found out..."
When Shen Zhixian had an accident back then, he was dragged by Senior Brother Wen to save people, and he saw a lot of Senior Brother Wen frowning and sighing.
Shen Zhixian is a rare genius. He was taken away. He felt sorry for him for a long time and tried his best to save him. It's just that when Senior Brother Wen left, the half-demon who took the house was no longer suppressed, and his behavior became more and more perverse. He had no choice but to ponder secretly and guard the slight hope.
Finally, his real little nephew is back...
It's a pity that Senior Brother Wen will never see this scene again.
He stretched out his hand to support Shen Zhixian, and said with relief: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back..."
The three sat down. Shen Zhixian's real experience sounds too unbelievable, if it wasn't for him who experienced all this personally, he would be hard to believe.
He didn't want the Fourth Elder to worry too much, so he picked up the easy things and explained it a little, only that he went down the mountain and found the shark scale to cure the heart disease, and completely gave the half-demon who took the house to him. drove away.
The fourth elder asked a few words to confirm that he was really back and was fine. He first breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned: "So, you have traveled all the way and have never been apart?"
Shen Zhixian nodded: "Roughly."
The fourth elder's brows furrowed even deeper: "A while ago, there was a rumor about Yan Jin... It was said that Yan Jin killed many people outside. Several small sects sent people to make trouble a few times."
"It's Yan Shen who is playing tricks." Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, and said cautiously, "Uncle, I have something to do with Master, and I want to tell you..."
…
Deep in the desert.
The moonlight is hazy, and the yellow sand in the sky is charming. The weak boy dragged his heavy steps and struggled to keep up with the tall and straight man in front of him—it was really heavy, with a deep impression on each foot.
He gasped. There was too much sand, and his lips were a little chapped and aching. Seeing the man walking farther and farther, the boy had no choice but to call out: "Wait...wait for me..."
The man didn't turn his head or stop, he just slowed down slightly, his voice was cold: "When you get out of the desert, you can leave on your own."
In the place where the man can't see, the boy's voice is still weak, but his face is so calm that he can't see a trace of worry and fear: "You saved me, I should always repay you..."
"No need."
The cold and blunt words cannot be ignored.
The young man gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to go up and beat him - what's wrong with this man, he didn't go on a good road, why did he have to come to a big desert
It's okay to come to the Great Desert, to save such a "weak and pitiful" little beauty with such an indifferent attitude!
The bald monk is right, Chen Lu is a big ice cube without emotion, and he deserves to be single for the rest of his life.
The young man murmured, and was thinking about how to pretend that he fell down and pretended to be pitiful to get close to Chen Chen's body. Not far away, the yellow sand suddenly tumbled like a wave, and a cloud of red cloud-like sand demons quickly rolled over.
As a person who is "powerless to tie the chicken with his hands" and "delicate and pitiful", the young man took the opportunity to hide behind Chen Lu and wanted to get close to him.
However, before he could successfully achieve this goal, Chen raised his hand, and the crimson whip slammed on the red cloud, smashing it to pieces.
The speed was so fast that it seemed that he blinked his eyes. The young man was still two or three steps away from Chen Ludu, and the sand demon disappeared.
After the dust settled, the two discovered that the red cloud was just a crimson shirt, and they didn't know which poor person belonged to. He died here, leaving only one shirt, which was accidentally hit by the sneak attacking sand demon. Bumped and wrapped.
The clothes were ripped apart by the whip and scattered on the ground. The wind swept the sand, and they were soon covered with a layer of sand, and the color was much duller.
I don't know where he poked Chen Lu, he suddenly raised his hand and whipped again.
Sparks splashed from the tip of the whip and fell on a few pieces of broken clothes, but after a while, a few pieces of clothes were burnt out, and another gust of wind swept through, and the ashes were blown away, all melted into the sand, and ceased to exist.
The boy's eyes deepened, and he said casually, "You hate red?"
Chen Lu ignored it.
The young man didn't give up and reached out to touch the fiery red whip: "This whip is beautiful..."
Before his hand was fully stretched out, Chen Luo swiped the whip back to his wrist, tilted his head to look at him, the ice blade could fly out of his eyes, and the boy's hand was frozen in place.
The young man looked at him and withdrew his hand embarrassedly.
But a whip, is there such a treasure... He has it too!
Long, long ago, he was also able to whip! It's not easy to beat monsters and monsters all over the floor!
The wind blew a few soft whimpers, and the two of them looked at the sound. A small group of hedgehogs curled up in a ball, huddled behind a stone, only showing half of their body, shivering.
A young little monster cub.
This desert is very strange, there are all kinds of monsters, and it is not surprising that a hedgehog appears. Looking at the solitary appearance of the little guy, most of his parents were swallowed by other big demons, leaving him alone.
A sigh flashed in the boy's eyes.
Chen Luo didn't have a good impression of demons and ghosts, so when he saw the little hedgehog demon, he immediately raised his hand.
The young man couldn't care less, and quickly rushed over and hugged Chen Lu's arm: "Don't hurt it!"
This suddenly came, Chen Lu was hugged by him, his expression was cold, he didn't care about the little hedgehog, he subconsciously threw his hand away to throw the boy away.
He didn't deliberately restrain his strength, and the boy was thrown back by him and staggered a few steps back. He fell to the ground, but it happened to fall in front of the little hedgehog.
It hurts a little bit on the gravel. The young man raised his hand as if nothing had happened, patted the gravel off his palm, and wiped off a little blood.
He ignored Chen Lu and turned to look at the little hedgehog.
The little guy was frightened and tried to get himself together, covered in thorns. But it is too small, the thorns are not very hard, and they are not piercing when touched lightly.
If this encounters other monsters, it is simply not able to protect itself at all.
The young man looked at it for a moment, and sighed silently. With the help of his body, he flicked his fingertips, and a small Forgotten Flower bloomed and fell on his fingertips, falling onto the little hedgehog.
Probably because the breath contained in this flower is very soft, the little hedgehog's trembling paused for a moment, and after a while, it carefully stretched its body, its little head stuck out, and the little bean glanced at the boy defensively, and then quickly He gathered the flower to his belly, then bent his body and rolled it up again, and rolled it into a ball together with the flower, and rolled back to the back of the stone.
The young man laughed, stood up, and turned around, only to see Chen Lu looking at him coldly: "Forgotten Flower - Si Fei?"
Um? ?
Is this guy a dog nose
Such a small flower, the breath is so weak that it is almost inaudible, so he can detect it!
Si Fei quickly retreated, dodging Chen Luo's angry whip, and with a weak tone, she said with a smile, "We've been together all the way, you should be a little emotional, don't be so fierce!"
Chen Lu didn't say a word, and swung the whip until only an afterimage was left. Si Fei had no weapons, and did not fight back, she just dodged nimbly, and raised her voice: "I am a good and good citizen, why are you always chasing me? beat?"
Chen Lu said coldly: "You demons are the most vicious and unintentional, if it wasn't for you back then—" His words stopped abruptly, but his shots were even more ruthless.
Si Fei was keenly aware of something, and was about to ask questions on this topic, but out of the corner of her eyes, a cloud of black air quietly arched out of the sand, and what she saw was about to hit Chen Lu.
And Chen Luo was chasing after him with all his heart, as if he didn't notice it.
The corner of Si Fei's eyes jumped, and she faced Chen Lu's whip almost without hesitation. With a wave of her hand, countless moon-white flowers formed a barrier, blocking the black air.
The tip of the whip hit the back of his hand, leaving a blood-soaked wound that hurts fieryly, and the black energy was also extremely violent, and it rushed into the flower formation and continued to rush towards the two of them.
Si Fei bears the brunt, and behind him is Chen Lu.
He made a decisive ah-ya sound, ducked back, and "just" crashed into Chen Lu's arms. At the critical moment, Chen Lu didn't have time to control him, and first waved his whip to block the black air.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Lu felt that a hand had touched his arms.
His expression froze, and the next moment he saw a sly smile on Si Fei's lips, holding the book in his hand, and quickly slipped aside.
"You're courting death—" Chen Lu's whole body was cold air, spitting out ice balls word by word, whip dance like a phantom, and slammed it with a murderous aura.
The wound on the back of Si Fei's hand was still bleeding. The demonic energy smelled blood and became more and more arrogant. It rushed over with claws and claws, and Si Fei cunningly led it to attack Chen Lu.
After fighting with Chen Luo many times, Si Fei is very aware of Chen Luo's strength, but this demonic energy seems to be different from ordinary monsters, it seems to be much stronger, Chen Luo was forced to deal with it for a while, but couldn't help it. .
However, the demonic energy couldn't help him either.
Seeing this scene, Si Fei took the opportunity to apply oil on the soles of her feet and turn around before slipping away.
He was still holding the bald monk's stack of destiny paper in his hand, and Chen Luo caught a glimpse of it and didn't want him to go.
Si Fei avoided the long whip and smiled, "I'll give it to you, don't worry..." He raised his hand and threw the booklet towards Chen Luo.
Chen Luo's empty hand grabbed the book subconsciously, and at this moment, Si Fei had disappeared, and the demonic energy had no target, and it became more and more difficult to deal with.
Chen Lu shoved the book into his arms, and without Si Fei by his side, he fanned the flames. Probably because it felt bad, while Chen was not paying attention, he got into the sand and disappeared.
This fight was filled with dust and sand.
Sitting in the sand, Chen wrapped the whip around his wrist expressionlessly, and took out the book from his arms.
The dilapidated book turned into a wisp of smoke in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, there was only one forgetful flower left, quietly pinched by his fingertips.
Chen Lu stared at the flower for a long time, sneered, raised his hand and wanted to throw the flower to the ground mercilessly, but before he let go of his fingers, he stopped again, and after a while, he flipped his wrist. , put the flower away, and then squeezed out a thin piece of paper from his arms.
—It was a letterless paper of destiny.
…
Si Fei didn't look back. Chen Lu was a cold mad dog, he had seen it before, and he didn't want to be caught.
In a hurry, he returned to the place agreed with the bald monk. He turned around and checked carefully to make sure that Chen Luo did not catch up. He was relieved and threw the book back to the bald monk.
The bald monk took it and his eyes narrowed with laughter: "Ah, ah, ah, my little baby..."
Si Fei had the time to deal with the wound on the back of her hand. Chen Lu showed no mercy. The wound looked hideous. He sucked in the cool air to clean it, and said angrily, "It's collected, but I won't be able to get it back next time."
Seeing that he was injured, the bald monk approached anxiously to help, but was pushed away by Si Fei, he paused, and simply opened the book.
The book was in his hand, and the pages were turned over, and words gradually emerged from the pages that had nothing at all.
The bald monk turned and said: "Shen Zhixian's soul was too weak in the last life, so he had to use the paper of destiny to open up a small world for him to nourish his soul... Now that everything is back on track, this small world should be sealed."
He turned to that page, closed his eyes slightly, and started the seal, sealing up the small world where Shen Zhixian had stayed for a short time.
This is not an easy task, after the completion of the bald monk's head is full of sweat. He let out a long sigh of relief and cautiously watched the page of the Destiny paper that had been written on gradually returning to blank before wiping the sweat from his forehead and fiddling with the booklet.
"Yan Jin is now in control of the wasteland, and Shen Zhixian is still alive and well, at least this life is saved. I hope there will be no more troubles, otherwise the monk's sin will be serious, and there will be no atonement for thousands of lives. …”
He casually flipped through the book, suddenly found something, and stopped. After a while, he raised the book in front of him and carefully looked at the inconspicuous tear marks in the gap.
"A Fei, why is your page missing?"
The author has something to say: The main text should probably have 30,000 to 50,000 words, let me grind it out slowly.
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