Estranged

Xu Jingxian came back from a walk empty-handed.

Yunhai put his hand down.

Xu Jingxian saw it and blinked.

As if nothing had happened, Chang Ming teased her: "Didn't the fairy see any magic weapon?"

Xu Jingxian said quietly: "Except that Wushan is not a cloud, with the Donghai shark silk promised by the suzerain, do I have anything else to look at?"

In fact, she also took a fancy to one or two good magic weapons, and she was a little tempted, but others took them first, and if she wanted them, she had to do it. Xu Jingxian didn't want to make too much noise. A small loss is a big deal.

Chang Ming laughed and said, "How do you know that your Sect Master Zhou is not painting cakes for you?"

"Aren't you giving me hope?" Xu Jingxian rolled his eyes at him, "Just now the attendant asked us to report the number of the sect, and said that they would arrange a guest room for us to rest here at night, so I reported the three of us, here—"

She turned her palm over, but there were only two signs on it.

"Three people, two rooms, which gentleman wants to spend the spring evening with me?"

Yunhai picked up a sign.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Xu can only guard the empty boudoir alone."

Chang Ming touched his nose: "I can also make do with Xu Xianzi for one night."

Xu Jingxian sighed: "I want to compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, that's all."

After finishing speaking, she gathered her palms together, took her own sign and turned around and left without looking back.

Yunhai smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Changming, please?"

Changming: …

Xu Jingxian refused to reveal their identities, and only said that the three of them were casual cultivators, and they deliberately hid the magic weapon on their bodies. The attendants at Qixing Terrace couldn't help being a little neglectful. The three of them gave two rooms, and they were all ordinary rooms. The location was remote, damp and cold .

Chang Ming meditated in the room for a while and opened his eyes, the sea of ​​clouds had disappeared.

The room was empty, the fog was thick outside and the moon was hidden, and the night clouds were red and bright, but they couldn't penetrate the fog.

In the dead of night, he had a moment of free time to think about the many secrets about Yun Hai.

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer.

He hasn't seen this unscrupulous apprentice for so long that his memory has begun to blur.

In the blur, some fragments are still vivid.

When Yun Weisi first entered the teacher's school, it was a rainy night.

He was seriously injured, but he knelt on the bluestone slab outside for a whole night.

Chang Ming didn't intend to accept it at first.

The most ideal student in his mind should be one who concentrates on learning the Tao without distraction, and has both talent and hard work. Such a person will have the most hope of gaining a glimpse of the realm of heaven and man in the future.

But Yun Weisi was full of blood and deep hatred, and he wanted to become a teacher only because he wanted to take revenge.

Those who are swayed by hatred are destined not to go far.

The gate of Jade Emperor Temple was closed tightly, showing no intention of accepting Yun Weisi.

It was just dawn in the morning when the enemies of the Yun family came after him, wanting to kill him on the spot in front of the Jade Emperor Temple.

They thought that the people of Jade Emperor Temple would not care.

There was a commotion in front of the Jade Emperor, Yun Weisi desperately refused to bow his head.

Blood was everywhere on the wet bluestone slab.

Can't tell if it's his or the enemy's.

Chang Ming finally took care of it.

Or do it yourself.

After getting rid of the enemies of the Yun family, the troubles that couldn't be shaken also entered the Jade Emperor Temple.

Yun Weisi studied very hard, and he is indeed very savvy. His understanding of Taoism is beyond ordinary people, and sometimes he can often find other ways to draw inferences. The mental method of this sect has been cultivated to the highest level, many things Chang Ming told other disciples of Jade Emperor Temple, most of them were confused, but Yun Weisi not only understood it, but also took it for his own use.

Once Changming thought that even if he left the Jade Emperor Temple, Yun Weisi could continue on this road until he became the first great master of the Taoist sect to ascend in daylight.

But now, he is actually in Jiuzhongyuan.

Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes!

A pair of eyes were close at hand, watching him quietly.

Seeing him turn around, Yunhai straightened his waist and smiled, "I called out a few times, but you didn't respond, I thought your soul was out of your body!"

Chang Ming: "Yun Dao is friendly and interested. He stays up in the middle of the night and wants to have a long talk with me?"

Yunhai: "Sure!"

Changming: …

Yun Hai: "As soon as I saw you, I felt kind. I asked you before, did we meet somewhere, and you said it was in a dream, but I have never had a dream, so that is the previous life?"

Chang Ming didn't know if he was really crazy or just pretending to be stupid, it's fine to hide his identity, and he was still talking like crazy, since we met at the seaside, he seemed abnormal.

He couldn't help poking it out: "Do you know Yun Weisi?"

The other party was surprised, and then smiled: "Why is there another surnamed Yun? First Xiaoyun, then Yun Weisi, are there really so many people surnamed Yun in this world? Or is it said that Fellow Daoist Changming fell in love with me at first sight and admired me?" , did not dare to reveal it, and deliberately found an excuse to strike up a conversation?"

Chang Ming said lightly: "Yun Weisi, how long do you want to pretend?"

Yun Hai's smile remained unchanged: "Fellow Daoist Changming may have misunderstood the person. My name is Yun Hai, not Yun Weisi."

Chang Ming said: "There is a scar on your neck near your left shoulder, which is covered by your collar. It was the injury you suffered when you entered the Jade Emperor Temple to practice kung fu at the beginning of the year. Later, you said that you would teach yourself a lesson, but you never erased it. , should still be there.”

Yun Hai moved his fingers.

He looked at Chang Ming.

The crimson moon shone through the slits of the window and reflected on the side of the latter.

The corners of the lips are pale, and the lines are slightly pursed, which is the manifestation of a stubborn illness and enduring the pain.

But for some reason, Yunhai actually saw a rock-solid and unshakable feeling.

How ridiculous, obviously just a weak person who can be killed at any time, dare to step into the Jiuchongyuan and deal with all kinds of monsters and ghosts.

He could kill someone with one hand, no, one finger, and he was still pretending to be calm, talking and laughing happily.

So, why didn't I make a move?

Yun Hai rummaged through his memory, but couldn't find the answer.

He couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

"Instead of caring about whether I have a scar on my shoulder, you might as well care about my identity."

Yunhai said slowly, curled up the corner of his mouth, and rolled up the sleeve of his right hand.

Chang Ming's gaze moved down naturally, and then froze suddenly, even his waist was slightly stiffened.

A red line started from the elbow of his right hand, winding down, slender and zigzag, more than two inches long.

To ordinary people, this red line seems to be drawn casually with cinnabar, without any rules, and can be erased as long as you stretch out your hand.

But Chang Ming knew that not only could it not be wiped off, it would also grow on its own. As time went on, the red thread would become longer and longer, eventually wrapping around the wrist and covering the palm, and then—

Become a demon.

"Does your old friend also have demon blood?"

Yun Hai looked at him with a smile, and there was a bit of demon-like temptation in his smile.

impossible.

Chang Ming's heart trembled slightly, and three words appeared in his mind.

But he also knows that nothing is impossible in this world.

Chang Ming raised his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​clouds.

"what happened?"

Yun Hai: "It seems that the old friend of Changming Daoist has no demon blood."

Chang Ming: "How did you become like this?"

Yunhai raised his eyebrows: "Why, you still refuse to admit it, am I not your old friend?"

Chang Ming: "You are Yun Weisi, and Yun Weisi is you."

Yun Hai smiled: "Fellow Daoist Changming is really stubborn! How about this, I'll take you to a good show, maybe I can help you gather all the monks from Seven Star Terrace, and let you find that old friend."

After all, he didn't wait for Chang Ming's approval or disapproval, he directly grabbed the person and walked out.

Chang Ming involuntarily followed the void, there were people patrolling all over the Seven Star Terrace, Yun Hai easily led him away from the eyes and ears, and came to the backyard of a magnificent mansion, passing through the forest, the two stood halfway between the windows The outside of the house.

Chang Ming didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything if he wanted to, because he was silenced by Yunhai.

The other party squeezed his hand and wrote a word in his palm.

Wait.

What are you waiting for?

Chang Ming glanced at Yun Hai, who smiled at him, unwilling to say more.

The breath of the two of them should also be blocked by Yunhai, and the people inside did not realize that they were outside the house.

Chang Ming quickly recognized who the two people in the room were.

The sad tree who just defeated Tailuo and became the new owner of Qixinghe.

And, Zhang Mu.

"My lord is very majestic tonight, and my subordinates are really happy for you. The Seven Star River is the first abyss of the Jiuchongyuan. It is not as dangerous as the latter, and the spiritual energy resources are more abundant. The Lord is in charge of the Seven Star River, which is equivalent to holding a dragon in your hand. The sect that is not inferior to Wanjian Xianzong is at your disposal, I am afraid that the suzerain of Wanjian Xianzong is not half as good as you!"

Chang Ming had never heard Zhang Mu speak like this.

Gentle and affectionate, sincere and enthusiastic.

In Huangquan, Zhang Mu is one of the few people who can talk to him. This young man from a small sect is used to living a well-behaved life. Going to Huangquan for experience should be the most daring decision in his life. Breaking through oneself, even if the marksmanship has improved compared to the outside world, the upper limit bottleneck is still there.

Chang Ming originally wanted to find a chance to give him some advice, but at the time when the evil spirits attacked, Zhang Mu couldn't get rid of his human weakness, so he pushed him out to fight for his own chance of escape at a critical moment.

From that moment on, Zhang Mu had already been given up by Chang Ming.

It's just that I didn't expect that this person would appear here.

Through the cracks in the window, Chang Ming heard Sad Tree's laughter and also saw a horrifying scene.