A little crying.Feng Lingxuan looked at her from head to toe a few times, and couldn't help asking, can you be scared like this?
Xie Lan surprisingly didn't refute him, his fingers twisted the placket of his clothes, and he said entangledly: Maybe it's not crying, the rain is too heavy, I can't hear clearly, and I don't dare to go over.How can this not look like a ghost, Ji Xingmian was about to ask, but Feng Wutian next to him suddenly spoke one step ahead of him, how many people were in the room?
Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: Two.Feng Wuday asked, how do you know it's two people?
I heard them talking.Xie Lan said dryly: I remember their voices, the two we met together before.Now even Ji Xingmian feels that something is wrong, didn't you say that it was raining so hard that you couldn't hear it clearly?
It hadn't rained when I first arrived.Xie Lan hesitated for a while, and simply gave up struggling, okay, in fact, I saw them go in, but their state at that time was a little strange, I think Xie Lan said this, his eyes glanced at Ji Xingmian and Feng Wutian respectively, and whispered: I think they seem to have just quarreled and then, the relationship is also a little bit When she said this, she suddenly felt that Feng Wuyan looked up at her inexplicably.That glance was fluttering, but Xie Lan was scared out of a cold sweat, instinctively swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach, and changed his words: It's a little strange.Ji Xingmian didn't understand what this strange thing was about, but everyone else except him seemed to understand, he wanted to ask, but seeing Xie Lan's embarrassed expression begging you not to ask, he had to put his curiosity back and change the question again, and then, did you see anything else?
That's all, really nothing!
Xie Lan reacted quickly this time, her tone was firm, and she almost swore to the sky, I really didn't go in, I didn't see anything!
What are you afraid of.Feng Wuxi glanced at her lightly, and said lightly: Even if you see it, he won't get up and settle accounts with you.Feng Lingxuan on the side pieced together the truth, coughed lightly, and looked away.It's really a wonder that the heart is sealed without daylight, a normal person learns from outsiders that his ancestor may be a broken sleeve, and he will probably not be very happy, but this person is not happy at all, and he cares about what others see with interest.Seeing that Xie Lan couldn't ask anything more, Feng Lingxuan took the initiative to explain: What I saw here was some things in his sect.When he first found that he was scattered by everyone, Feng Lingxuan didn't care, and casually chose a direction to continue walking, and it didn't take long for the white mist to appear.The boundary after the white fog still belongs to Changchun Peak, but it is not the one where Feng Tu and Wen Jing live permanently, but the other peaks next to it.Feng Tu came to the morning class with the crowd, and Wen Jing was not with him.From the looks of it, it seems that the time in this dream is a few years later than before.The boys of the past have grown a lot taller, and their silhouettes have gradually become prominent.It wasn't early, and there were already a few disciples in the study, who were gathered in twos and threes to talk about something, and when they saw him come in, they all lowered their voices, and their eyes were focused on him.Those gazes were like substance, but through the illusion, Feng Lingxuan felt the disdain and disdain in those eyes, as well as some hidden malice and unwillingness.But Feng Tu, who was in it, seemed to be unaware, walked to his place with a calm face, and sat down peacefully.Loud whispers kept ringing out, some of them really avoided him and lowered them, while others didn't hide it as if they were deliberately trying to let him hear it, was he?
You keep quiet.Another person grabbed him, I heard that Uncle Mo was very fond of him, a few days ago when Senior Brother Wen took him down the mountain, he accidentally injured him, just broke a little skin and bled a little, Uncle Mo was very angry, and punished Senior Brother Wen to the back mountain, and he has not been released until now.The man snorted lightly, his face was angry, but he was just a beast who didn't know which deep mountain he picked up from, and he didn't know if he opened his wisdom or not, and he dared to say it with Senior Brother Wen.No one dared to respond to this, but their expressions betrayed their thoughts.Feng Lingxuan looked around, probably understanding the psychology of these people, and couldn't help but chuckle.Obviously, they have the same strength cultivation, and these people praise Wen Jing a lot, but they don't care about sealing the road.In the final analysis, it is inseparable from the word jealousy.Wen Jing was born in a famous family and a big family, and they couldn't afford to be jealous, so they subconsciously felt that no matter what the other party obtained, it was what he was born with, and it was the shadow of his ancestors.And as a control group, Feng Tu is obviously from a similar background to them, or even worse than them, but he stands in a higher position than them, how can he make them agree.What's more, the closure is still not of my race, which makes these people find reasons and excuses to isolate him with peace of mind.Although the two clans did not hate each other 10,000 years ago, the relationship was indeed not as close as it was 10,000 years later.The origin of the Fengtu Demon Clan is enough for him to be subject to many restrictions in the realm of the human race.These voices were unreserved, not to mention that the cultivator was already deaf and clear, and it was impossible for him not to hear them, but he always sat there quietly, lowering his eyes and folding the rice paper in his hand, as if he had not heard it.Seeing this, those people became more and more open-mouthed, and gradually shifted from the cultivation of the closed path to his appearance, and even began to arrange the relationship between their master and apprentice.Uncle Mo is so good to his apprentices, when I wait for the next apprenticeship ceremony, I will be sweeter, maybe I can coax Uncle Mo to open a small stove for me?
These words caused everyone to burst into laughter, and one person laughed out of breath, so you have to grow that face.Before he could finish speaking, the sound of breaking the air suddenly came from outside, and the sword light was so bright that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.There was a muffled sound, and the table cracked, and sawdust rose one after another.Everyone exclaimed, looked in the direction of the door, Wen Jing's figure appeared in front of the door, stepped in, looked around the room coldly, and then let me hear that someone had an unclean mouth, so I pulled out his tongue.The young man seemed to have just been released from confinement, and the hem of his clothes was wet with the morning dew, and the faint fragrance peculiar to the silk flowers of the back mountain trees.His face was slightly pale from having slept for many days, but his eyebrows were so cold and angry that everyone did not dare to raise their heads.There was silence in the room for a while, and everyone was afraid to speak, and they all shrunk their heads into quails.Or Feng Tu got up from his position first, walked closer, pulled out the sword on the ground, and handed it to Wen Jing, senior brother.Wen Jing turned his eyes to look at him, habitually pursed his lips, looked unhappy, didn't take the sword, and walked directly out by pulling the person's wrist.The two of them walked far away, and the peak of Changchun Peak was almost buried in the clouds, Wen Jing finally stopped, turned around and asked the person behind him, why didn't you tell me?
He asked this with a fierce attitude, almost a little fierce.Feng Tu asked, what?
It's not the first time those people have said that about you.Wen Jing repeated it again, why didn't you tell me.It's just a couple of words, and it doesn't matter.Feng Tudao: Besides, I don't go to the school every day, and I don't meet a few times a year, but I happened to bump into it this time.In the past, he paused before continuing: In the past, when Senior Brother was here, they would not take the initiative to come to me.Wen Jing snorted lightly and stopped talking.He didn't say anything, he didn't speak, let the silence continue to stretch, and in the end, Wen Jing couldn't help but speak, don't you have anything to say to me?
Well?
Feng Tu tilted his head, and suddenly laughed, Well, I forgot to say thank you to my senior brother, thank you senior brother for helping me out of the siege.There was nothing wrong with this, but Wen Jing frowned when he heard it, but he couldn't find anything wrong, and he could only change the topic after holding it for a long time, pretending to mention it inadvertently, Qiong'er wrote to me a few days ago, let me remind you not to forget to prepare a birthday gift for her.Good.When the time comes, I will have to trouble my senior brother to help me transfer it to her.Wen Jing was obviously stunned for a moment, aren't you going?
I'm not going.Feng Tu seemed to be deliberately reminding him of something, senior brother, Xiao Qiong'er is already a big girl, and I should already avoid suspicion with her.My Wen Jing's eyebrows were furrowed, her thin lips tightened and loosened, and after repeating it a few times, she whispered, with our relationship, do you want to avoid suspicion with her?
What are you talking about, brother?
Feng Tu looked at him quietly, his tone was still gentle and gentle, but it seemed to be something else, what is the relationship between us?
Feng Tu chuckled, slowly and calmly, we are the same door.Chapter 52 Feng Lingxuan stopped when he said this, Xie Lan couldn't help but ask, is it gone?
Nope.Feng Lingxuan glanced at her lazily, what else do you want?
I don't understand.Xie Lan pursed her lips, her expression was very confused, according to what those people said, that Uncle Mo, oh is the master of the two of them.Isn't he very painful to seal the way?
Why is there still someone saying that, what age group he came from, he can't know it, right?
No one answered her, and they were all distracted by the high-speed white mist around them.When the fog began to retreat before, Ji Xingmian and the others thought that this dream was about to disperse, and they didn't care about it, but now it seems that this white mist is not dispersed, but gathered and condensed together.The originally fluffy white mist swirled rapidly, shrinking and gathering into a clump, condensing an ink-colored puff, and it seemed that as long as it was squeezed slightly, it would ooze out a thick ink.Obviously, there were still a few steps between them, but everyone had already felt the heavy depression in the inky mist, which almost overwhelmed people.Xie Lan clutched her chest and coughed a few times, gasping for breath with difficulty, what was going on?
I still have to ask you.Feng Lingxuan didn't have a good breath and said: What did you do before to make it start to move?
I didn't do anything.Xie Lan thought about it desperately, I heard an explosion in the room, as if something had been broken, I was frightened and thought I was going to be discovered, so I quickly hid away, and then you came.Everyone was speechless, they just entered the illusion, and they were afraid of being discovered.But at this point, it is useless to say more.They each withstood the hurricane and tried to hold on until it passed, but the situation took a turn for the worse.With a crisp sound, the sky and the earth changed color, the hurricane howled, and the sky seemed to be torn apart by something, revealing the deep ink color behind it, and falling patches of bizarre light.Ji Xingmian was the first to react, and pulled Feng Wutian to his side with one hand, and his speech was fast, changing back.At this time, it is most taboo to disperse, and Feng Wuday's intention will be his intention, and he will turn into a prototype and drill into his sleeve.The wind approached in the blink of an eye, roaring and drowning the crowd.Their hearing was obscured, their vision was blocked, and the huge disparity in cultivation caused the barrier they had opened to burst like foam.In the darkness, Ji Xingmian felt that something was wrapped around his body, covering his whole body tightly.He faintly heard a phoenix chirping, as if it was far away.The light of the fire came from afar, brightening his vision slightly.Before losing consciousness, Ji Xingmian saw a black figure entwined like a mountain, and a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils that looked down on him and were as magnificent as gems.* Brother, brother.Ji Xingmian struggled to wake up, and after a short period of dizziness, he saw Feng Wuday's worried face clearly, Wuday, he coughed a few times, and the nausea caused by the dizziness that penetrated into his heart subsided slightly, have you been injured?
I am fine.Feng Wuday gently patted him on the back, is my brother okay?
I cough, I'm fine.Ji Xingmian held his arm and stood up, looked around, frowned slightly after seeing the environment clearly, are we dreaming again?
Although the surrounding scene layout was not the same as the Changchun Peak they had seen in the Fengtu Dream before, judging from the trend of the surrounding peaks, they should still be within the range of Changchun Peak.It should be the Sealed Dayless Road: I was here when I woke up.After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Xingmian again, and said softly: Brother, I think this should not be an ordinary dream.I know.Ji Xingmian responded, this should be a nightmare.Nightmares are derived from nightmares, which are nightmares that people can't avoid, but are buried in their hearts for a long time, and it is difficult to get out.This time was no more cautious than before, and after finding no trace of Feng Lingxuan and the others nearby, they changed directions and went towards Feng Tu and Wen Jing's residence on Changchun Peak.Both of them cheered up, but they didn't expect that the road would be calm, and nothing unusual happened until they arrived at the residence where they were closed.It was late at night, and the yard was quiet, except for the rustle of the wind through the leaves.Feng Wuxi came closer, shook his head, and was not inside.It's so late, where can I go if I'm not in the room?
Ji Xingmian frowned slightly, and was about to propose to go out and find a try, but suddenly there was some movement at the courtyard gate.A black shadow came in from the outside holding on to the door frame, the night breeze blew, and Ji Xingmian smelled the faint bloody smell on his body.The clouds covering the moon moved away, and Ji Xingmian saw the face he heard clearly, and was slightly stunned.This man is a sealed path.His face was overly pale and weak, and the bruises on his fingers holding the door frame stood out, and a little blood slid down his arm all the way to his fingers, leaving a few shallow finger marks on the wood.Feng Tu leaned against the door frame to catch his breath for a moment, propped himself in, carefully erased the marks on the door frame, and poured a few jars of wine nearby, before closing the door and entering the house with his backhand.The smell of alcohol in the room was much heavier than outside, and there was some aroma of fat powder mixed in it.Ji Xingmian was choked and sneezed several times as soon as he arrived at the door, and had to temporarily seal his sense of smell.This delay caused them to go in a little later than Feng Tu, and when the two of them entered, Feng Tu had already loose his hair, and sat in front of the couch in his robe, his eyes down to take care of his injuries.The marks seemed to have been bound for a long time, and they were unusually noticeable on the excessively pale skin, and even more striking was the lower position of his wrist.It was a neat row of densely packed holes, spiraling upwards along his forearm, sinking into the snow-white sleeves of his coat, and no longer visible.For the places closer to the wrist, the handling of the sealing road is also meticulous, and for the places that are not easy to be seen upward, his attitude is obviously much more perfunctory.Ji Xingmian stood outside the dream, only to feel that he was cold, and he couldn't stop palpitating.Although the time was very short, Ji Xingmian still saw that those traces were new and old.The cultivator's body recovery ability is strong, and with the assistance of various medicines, the traces can be retained forever, and only frequent tears can cause such an effect.A disciple of his own lineage, a young genius.Those who can do this kind of thing in front of people's eyes and make Feng Tu completely unable to resist it, except for that one person who doesn't think about it.A few blood-colored blurry images flashed quickly in Ji Xingmian's mind, he was shaken and blinked, came back to his senses, anxious to confirm something, and nervously lifted the sleeve of the dayless.Without Ji Xingmian muttering, his mind was in a mess, and Zhihai felt a faint pain, unable to remember what he had seen just now, and what he was looking for in Feng Wuxi.The sound of Feng Wuday's voice kept coming from his ears, but Ji Xingmian couldn't hear what he was talking about, only to feel that the buzzing sound in his ears was getting louder and louder, covering everything.Ji Xingmian felt as if he had had a long dream, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything, he only felt a dull pain in his chest, as if it had been torn open and something was put in.