Chapter 64: return

Shen Zhixian has been very irritable lately.
The first is that the demon cuts monsters and fights too much, which will inevitably be affected; the second is that Yan Jin has no information and the contract can not be sensed, and his heart is disturbed; the third is ...
On that day, he tried to communicate with the broken sword spirit of Lord Wen, and saw a picture vaguely.
Jo Mo is the scene where the lord Wen went into a demon while retreating. He saw half of the figure in the picture.
Holding the sword, the man set Wen Zongzhu's bodyguard and dazzling array, thus destroying it lightly.
After all, it's just a ray of broken sword remnant. The screen flashes and disappears.
Shen Zhixian clenched his fist, his heart was cold—this half of the sword, he recognized it, was Song Yong's sword.
Wen Zongzhu's fall really related to Song Yan!
If it was said that it was only a vague suspicion, now Shen Zhixian almost recognizes Song Xi's bad intentions.
In the beginning, Song Zheng was just an ordinary disciple. After Shen Zhixian was taken away from his house, Wen Zongzhu saw him as a diligent and diligent, and then accepted him as an apprentice.
But who knows ...
Wen Zongzhu was afraid that it was only at the last moment that he could clearly see the heart of the wolf's ambition and the scorpion under Song Ya's gentle and elegant face.
Shen Zhixian and Pingxing hurried away for a few days. When returning to Yunzong of Qing Dynasty, the night was just getting dark. He was well acquainted with the restrictions of Qing Yunzong, and Wen Zong opened the back door deliberately. He did not alarm anyone and entered the Zong door silently.
He didn't go back to his own peak first, he went to Trial Mountain after Mountain first.
This place, the last time, was designed by Yan Jin, accidentally knocked in and rushed in. Right now, he revisited the place, and his mood was complicated.
This is where he naughtily ran over when he was a kid. The monster is more powerful here, and it is usually not open to new disciples for trial, and when he was a kid ... in the mouth of Wen Zongzhu, it was a little jumping cat.
Wherever the excitement jumps, I want to go wherever I do n’t want to go, relying on my own cultivation, good and clever, so daring, I slipped into this mountain quietly.
The monsters here are much more powerful than the little monsters outside, but Shen Xiaotiao Cat observed it secretly for a while, and felt that he could still fight, so no matter how many, he caught the monster and stunned.
He stayed in there for a few days, crackling a group of monsters and babbling into tears. Wen Zongzhu found that he didn't retreat properly, but came here quietly, and took him out in a bad manner. When he was taken out, all the monsters and beasts hurriedly told each other and celebrated for three days.
However, when Lord Wen found out that he was not injured, he relaxed and didn't restrain him: "Those monsters are quite resistant. Since you are not afraid, it's also good to go and move your muscles."
So the monsters who had just been away for a few days were not happy enough, and Shen Xiaojuo fluttered his tail to look for a fight.
Monsters: "........."
Over time, the monster here ran around when she saw Xiao Shenxian. Xiao Shen Zhixian brought too many nightmares. Even after a few years, Yu Wei still existed, so when he and Yan Jin came here last time, the monsters kept busy avoiding him.
He thought he was wearing a book at that time, and that was Yan Jin's protagonist's halo glowing.
Shen Zhixian remembered all the past, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, a loose hand, and a big tiger demon who was rubbing his hair all the way, almost balding, whispered in a low voice, and ran away.
Shen Zhixian walked all the way to the place where the remnant of Lord Wen was found last time. This flat land was also a place he liked that year. Sometimes he was tired after fighting or practicing, so he likes to rest here, be quiet and not be disturbed by anything. .
Lord Wen knew this place and even visited him several times.
Shen Zhixuan recalled the place he liked to spend most of the year. Sure enough, he found several illusion stones.
The illusion stone was still locked with a restraint that only he could unlock. Shen Zhixian unlocked it three or two times, and a glimmer of light flashed. The voice of Wen Zongzhu appeared in front of him, slightly transparent, like a mist.
Shen Zhixian's eyes were slightly moist, and he could not help murmuring: "Master ..."
When Shen Zhixian left the mountain behind the trial mountain, the night was dark.
When he came out with a calm face, his heart was almost depressing.
He has never hated a person so thoroughly, half-devil robbed him, he just blame himself for his poor academic skills and insufficient strength, but Song Yan ...
Shen Zhixian punched a tall tree next to it, and the tree shook and fell leaves. He didn't protect his hands with spiritual power, the bark was hard, blood droplets came out of his fingers, and a drop dropped slowly to the ground.
Shen Zhixian was totally disregarded, and the pain was far less than the pain in his heart.
Suddenly, he understood that Xiao Yanjin had wanted to leave him several times and did not want to drag him down.
If it wasn't for him being taken away by the half-devil, why would the Master have half-white hair for his work, and why would Song Ye take the opportunity to calculate, death would not be peaceful!
Shen Zhixuan's hand trembled and retracted, pinching tightly.
He was very confused at this time, and wished to kill Song Yong immediately, but the remaining reason told him that he could n’t find out all the truth, whether it was Song Yong who calculated Wen's lord or Yan and Yan in those years. Jin's, piles and pieces, he has to let Song Yan pay back one by one!
Shen Zhixian stood there for a while, and suddenly raised her hand to sacrifice, transfiguring the face of Lord Wen, and striding out.
...
The main peak of Qingyun.
This was the place where Wen Zongzhu lived, and Song Kun lived right now.
The night was dark outside, and there was only one candle burning in the house, and the candle extinguished without wind.
Song Xun was sitting in front of the case, his face was cloudy, and the candlelight cast his shadow on the wall. The shadow was superfluous, as if there were two shadows.
"What to do now? Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin haven't seen each other for a long time. They didn't force them out even before such a big noise, but they forced Yan Shen to death." Song Yan's voice was angry, "Now the demon Hengsheng, busy killing demons and removing demons, dilutes the seriousness of the incident. "
"What is there to worry about, that Yan Jin was born with a demon body, as long as he was attracted to the demon, are they afraid that he will kill him? As for Shen Zhixian ..." Song Yan closed her mouth tightly, but there was another hoarse and cold The voice emanated from his body: "I want this body. I have never encountered a body that fits me so well, only to blame the nosy person ..."
Song Ye was annoyed when he heard this voice. He couldn't help but hit the case with a punch. The hard case made a muffled sound, and he said coldly, "You can't go and stay with other young disciples? What do you do to me? "
"Oh ... I lost Shen Zhixian for so many years, and then you have the opportunity to take the position of the master, and you should be grateful to me." The hoarse voice made a weird laughter. "You are good, too. I can't go back, it would be nice to stay here with you. "
Song Yan's face showed an impatience, reprimanded "roll", and was about to continue talking, the candlelight suddenly flashed, and a candle flower burst. Song Yan jerked his head and looked out the window: "Who!"
The closed window squeaked and was pulled open from the outside. The wooden bolt that originally fastened the window was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground, making a dull sound, which made Song Huan's heart jump, and suddenly there was an ominous Hunch.
However, something more terrible was still behind him. After the window was fully opened, he saw people standing outside the window!
Maybe that's not human.
For a moment, Song Yan was terrified, suddenly stood up, shouted with a trembling voice: "Master ... No, Master Zong ..."
The familiar face that had disappeared from the world for many years, but always haunted in his dreams at midnight, in this way, unexpectedly appeared to him again!
Song Yan fell down when his forehead was cold and sweaty. The half-demon hidden in his body did not speak. The half-demon naturally recognized Wen Sovereign. When Wen Sovereign was still alive, it was even facing Shen Zhixian's body. Also dare not make trouble.
Wen Zongzhu stood outside the window and didn't come in. He just glanced into it with a icy look. He looked at Song Yan slowly for a long time, and suddenly ticked his lips, and said softly, "I'm back, Song Yan."
The voice was exactly the same as that of Wen Sovereign, and Song Ji took a step back subconsciously, bumping his back against the hard case, he couldn't care about the pain, clenched his teeth, and watched Wen Zong quietly drift away, half a moment Only a word was squeezed out from the teeth: "He, he is back ..."
...
After transfiguring the appearance of Lord Wen to "see" Song Yan, Shen Zhixian did not disturb several elders. The four elders rescued him with the Lord Zong that year. Most of his situation can be guessed. He will talk to the four elders tomorrow to discuss the follow-up matters. Tonight, it will not bother him.
Tired all the way, knowing these many truths, the mood is ups and downs, Shen Zhixian only feels tired from the heart.
When he returned to his room, he looked around silently.
He declared a retreat, so no young disciple dared to come up to bother. There was a ban here, but it was probably destroyed when Song Ye discovered the clues before and came to the Alder.
So all kinds of objects fell.
Shen Zhixian looked for a while. In the empty room, he was alone, without Yan Jin, no grass buds, no sound at all, and very lonely.
There was only a cup of cold tea on the table that had not been poured for a long time.
Shen Zhixuan went out and gently brushed on the nephrite couch set by Yan Jin, brushing off the fallen leaves and lying down tiredly.
The stars flickered all over the sky, and he opened his eyes for a while, and the sad mood appeared again.
Shen Zhixian is actually a person who can regulate his own mood. He never let himself be too addicted to certain emotions, but this time it was really uncomfortable. Various emotions rolled in his heart, making him want to talk to others. .
But at this time he was not alone.
Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, spit it out slowly, and closed her eyes.
This sleep was also very uncomfortable. The dream was strange, all sorts of past events turned into a mess, and in his dreams, the scissors continued to be tangled and chaotic, which made him frown uncomfortably in his sleep, very disturbed.
The last dream breaks in the evil heart's claws, and the final scene is the anxious and worried face of Wen Zongzhu.
Shen Zhixian suddenly awakened, his chest was violently undulating, he panted quickly, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
At this time it was the darkest time before dawn, and he opened his eyes and stunned, feeling that there was a person standing in front of the couch.
Very familiar figure. The man was holding an outer shirt in his hand and was about to put it on him.
Shen Zhixian grabbed the opponent's wrist violently, and saw a pair of red eyes in the dim, he murmured: "Ajin."
Yan Jin paused. He seemed to remember his own situation, and tilted his head uncomfortably, not wanting Shen Zhixian to see his eyes.
But Shen Zhixian suddenly let go of his hand and turned his arms towards him. In the dimness, Yan Jin could not see his look very clearly, but could hear him choking and said aggrievedly, "Hug."
The author has something to say: The manuscript box is written with tears, and it says the next one will be on Tuesday.