Afterwards, the demon cultivator appeared several times. Jiang Fu and the others secretly ambushed and lured the demon cultivator into a trap. Following the demon cultivator's aura, they chased them to several underground palaces, and strangled all the hidden demon cultivators.
Although the demon cultivator gradually disappeared afterwards, Jiang Fu concluded that the demon cultivator definitely still had some big moves that he hadn't released yet.
He once searched Yuan Chen's body with spiritual power in front of the cultivator sect, and confirmed that Yuan Chen was just an ordinary person, so after dispelling all doubts about him, Jiang Fu immediately announced that Yuan Chen was his Taoist couple.
Although everyone was in an uproar, it couldn't stop him from getting closer to Yuan Chen.
Yuan Chen was naive and only relied on him alone. The two were almost inseparable. Within a few days, rumors that they were envious of others spread throughout the cultivation world.
As the head of the Tiangan Sect, Jiang Fu's status in the comprehension world can be regarded as unparalleled. Many sects of comprehension rushed to curry favor with him. After hearing that Yuan Chen lost his memory due to an accident, they all tried their best to find a panacea for him.
At first, Jiang Fu was afraid that Yuan Chen's mortal body would not be able to withstand those cultivation items, so he tried it himself first with half-belief every time, and later he actually restored Yuan Chen's memory.
Yuan Chen, who regained his memory, explained that he was adopted by a neighboring town. At that time, his name was written in his swaddle, but his adoptive parents were named Yuan, so they simply changed his Yuan surname. It is no wonder that Jiang Fu looked for Yuan before. I didn't find him when I got home.
Yuan Chen was deeply saddened by the cruel fact that his family was killed, and vowed to avenge his family.
Although Yuan Chen said that he didn't quite remember the promise of baby kiss with Jiang Fu before he was adopted, but he remembered everything that happened when he lost his memory. Jiang Fu's unconditional tenderness made him addicted to it, and he naturally accepted the identity of a Taoist couple.
That day they went out to look for Moxiu, Jiang Fu came back with Daoist Qingchen in the evening, he was talking in a low voice while walking to the inn, with a lingering smile on his face.
They had just wiped out Moxiu's second largest underground palace, and they also obtained the address of the largest underground palace from the captured Moxiu alive, and they were only waiting for the final deployment to wipe out Moxiu.
When killing Moxiu just now, Daoist Qingchen blocked him. Although he recovered quickly after taking the elixir, Jiang Fu had to thank him for his kindness.
Jiang Fu was about to give him the top-grade spirit stone to express his gratitude, when Yuan Chen's unhappy voice sounded behind him.
"Chengcheng, why don't you go back to your room?"
The name Chengcheng is only qualified to be called by Yuan Chen. Daoist Qingchen once practiced with Jiang Fu, and later fell in love with him bitterly for many years. He has never heard of his name.
Daoist Qingchen turned a blind eye to Yuan Chen, and touched his hand when he pushed the spirit stone back to Jiang Fu, but didn't let go, with a familiar and intimate gesture.
"Cheng Shui, you have taught me well, so it is only right for me to save you."
He smiled slightly, with a graceful demeanor, a gentle expression, and deep affection in his focused eyes.
"Not only this time, but whenever you are in danger in the future, I will try my best to save you."
It was so embarrassing.
Jiang Fu secretly glanced at Yuan Chen, who was looking ugly beside him, and took the initiative to withdraw his hand and said.
"If that's the case, then I won't thank you much. You also used up a lot of spiritual power before, so hurry up and go back to rest."
Master Qingchen's expression darkened, and he wanted to say something to him reluctantly. Yuan Chen couldn't bear it anymore and took Jiang Fu to go upstairs. The real person smiled apologetically.
Daoist Qingchen stared blankly at them disappearing at the entrance of the second floor, a little darkness flashed in his eyes, he held his long sword firmly and did not speak.
Han Li who passed by called him in surprise and patted him on the shoulder.
"Master Qingchen, I think your complexion is not very good, what's wrong?"
Master Qingchen withdrew his cold gaze, shook his head at him, and said with a faint smile.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
"Why are you being polite, we are brother sects, so naturally we will take care of you a lot."
Han Li was more cheerful than Han Yu, so he chatted with him with a smile on his face. Daoist Qingchen had just solved a bunch of magic repairs, and was stimulated by Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu's intimacy, and felt extremely tired.
After barely coping with Han Li's greetings, he returned to his room. A moment later there was another knock on the door, and it was Han Li who was holding hot tea.
After putting the hot tea on the table, Han Li comforted him with a smile.
"Our head is a person who protects his weaknesses. He has been looking for Yuan Chen for so many years and has not forgotten it. After finally finding it this time, he will inevitably lose his composure. I hope that Master Qingchen will be more sympathetic."
Although Daoist Qingchen had practiced with Jiang Fu at the beginning, he was not familiar with his two senior brothers. He only noticed from daily contact that Han Li, the younger brother, was more sensitive and careful than Han Yu.
Knowing that the other party was kindly trying to comfort him, Master Qingchen couldn't vent his grievances on him, so he drank a cup of hot tea and thanked him.
Han Li poured him another cup of hot tea, and accidentally touched the saber on the table. He moved the cup carefully and asked curiously.
"Is this the Qingfeng Sword of Daoist Qingchen?"
Daoist Qingchen nodded. This is his side weapon for many years. It was given to him by Jiang Fu after forging it himself. He has always been inseparable and treats it like a treasure.
Han Li took a few glances at the Qingfeng Sword, then looked away, chatted briefly and left.
As soon as he closed the door of Daoist Qingchen's room, he turned around and saw Han Yu, who asked him strangely.
"Why did you come out of the room of Daoist Qingchen?"
Han Li walked towards him, his smile faded slightly.
"He was hurt by the head, let me comfort him."
"We are not very familiar with Daoist Qingchen, why did you suddenly remember..."
The joking Han Yu stopped abruptly. He looked in astonishment at Han Li who was walking past him, and subconsciously grabbed his arm, feeling a little uneasy.
"Xiao Li, what's the matter with you recently, are you too tired?"
Han Li didn't turn his head back, his lowered eyes covered the emotions in his eyes, and his voice sounded a little cold.
"It's okay, where is the imprisoned Moxiu, I will change the guard."
Han Yu stopped in disapproval.
"You don't need to do these things. You have been busy these days. You must be very tired. I will go and do it for you..."
"No!"
Han Li suddenly interrupted him impatiently, threw off his sleeves and strode away without even looking at Han Yu.
Han Yu stood there in a daze, with a bit of incomprehensible grievance in his blank expression.
Ever since the demon cultivator's attack happened, Han Li has become a little strange, and he has become more and more indifferent to him.
They are twins, and they are so emotional that they are almost like one person. There has never been any conflicts or quarrels. This time, Han Li's strangeness is also the first time that their brothers have been alienated in these years.
Han Yu frowned and thought for a moment, then scratched his head irritably, and immediately chased after Han Li in the direction Han Li left.
He looked around in the inn but couldn't find anyone. Thinking of the place where Moxiu was imprisoned that Han Li mentioned just now, he walked towards the special prison at the back of the inn.
The demon cultivators captured alive were held in the prison. Han Lili stared at them intently in front of the prison. I wonder if it was Han Yu's illusion, but he could faintly see a faint redness leaking from Han Li's black eyes.
"...Xiaoli."
He murmured in a daze.
After hearing his voice, Han Li slowly turned his head, inexplicably showing some unspeakable sadness in his dark pupils, and then two lines of tears rolled down his face.
Han Yu rarely saw Han Li cry. At least in decades, this was the first time Han Li cried.
Han Yuyou was at a loss for a moment, his heart ached, and the doubts about Han Li just now disappeared. He just hurried over to hold Han Li in his arms, and patted his soft back like before. Said comfortingly.
"Xiao Li, what's the matter? Don't cry, brother is here."
Han Li buried his head in his arms, and the arms holding him tightly trembled in an imperceptible manner, as if Han Yu was his last straw.
He was weeping repressedly, begging this in a low voice non-stop.
"Brother, let's go back to the Tiangan faction, okay, I don't want to go down the mountain again."
Both of them were very active, and they didn't want to stick to the Tiangan faction's mountain, they just liked to travel around, so now that Han Li said that he wanted to stay in the Tiangan faction forever, Han Yu was stunned for several seconds.
He felt a dull pain in his chest, and he secretly scolded himself for being so focused on the magic cultivator recently that he didn't pay attention to notice that something was wrong with Han Li.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears off Han Li's face, seeing the pain on the face that was exactly like his own, it was heartbreaking.
"Xiao Li, after the matter of the magic cultivator is resolved, let's go back to the Tiangan faction and never go down the mountain again, okay?"
Han Li still hugged him tightly, almost strangling him to his bones.
After hearing Han Yu's gentle assurance, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, then he raised his head and kissed Han Yu's lips, as if he couldn't wait to seek some kind of reassurance.
Han Yu's face flushed slightly, and he quickly set up a magic circle around him to isolate the outsiders from disturbing him, and then he hugged him even harder.
At nightfall, a crack was quietly exposed in a room on the second floor of the inn, and the person who suppressed all the sound came out quietly. His cultivation was so high that almost no one in the inn could notice it.
After going down to the first floor, he paused quietly for a moment, then walked into the resting room of the various sects with the Qingfeng sword in his hand.
The next day Jiang Fu was woken up by a hasty knock on the door. Outside the door was Li Zhen's voice, panicking and nervous, hitting Jiang Fu's ears straight.
"Master! Master is not good! Master!"
Jiang Fu was tossed by Yuan Chen very late last night, and he was still nestled in Yuan Chen's warm embrace in a drowsy state. After hearing Li Zhen's anxious cry, he woke up suddenly, and immediately sat up and put on his clothes.
Yuan Chen felt that his arms were empty, and subconsciously reached out to hug him, muttering unhappily.
Jiang Fu installed a soundproof array outside the room last night, so he didn't know what happened at night. When he woke up and hurriedly dressed, he keenly smelled the extremely strong smell of blood coming from outside the room.
problem occurs.
His face changed, and he quickly opened the door and saw Li Zhen with a pale face. Before he could speak, he asked with an ugly face.
"How many people were killed by each sect?"
Li Zhenhong answered with gritted teeth.
"Nearly half."
Jiang Fu's expression froze, he passed him and went downstairs, and Li Zhen quickly followed him down.