Pity

Birds soar in the sky and ants walk on the earth. The distance between them is no less than the distance between heaven and earth.

Sheng Fei has always been puzzled as to how Chu Yan and the seemingly non-threatening Yan, who were only in the Qi training stage, quietly eliminated a person whose cultivation level was no lower than Yuanying without being noticed.

period warrior.

If a bird wants to trample an ant to death, it only needs to look up and down. But what if it is an ant that wants to kill a bird?

"Then show him weakness and trick him down."

Chu Yan, like Sheng Pei, held his chin with one hand and spoke softly.

"Coupled with the two birds competing, there will always be opportunities to take advantage of."

He spoke vaguely, and Sheng Fei was not the one who insisted on asking for the truth. She knew that it was better not to know something than to know it.

But just these words, combined with a figure in Tsing Yi whose existence was blurred in Qijing's memories, and the deep-seated anger that continued to affect her thoughts in the dream, made her have some guesses in her mind.

"The other bird, is it Luo?"

After holding down the white-haired dumpling who was struggling fiercely, Chu Yan took a deep look at Sheng Fei and nodded.

The undisguised look of disgust in his brows and eyes was so thick that it was about to turn into reality, making people tremble with fear.

Sheng Wei was silent for a while, then thought about it and said, "He, I mean, did they do anything bad to you and your mother?"

"Not to us, but to you."

She pointed to herself, a little confused, "To me?"

"yes."

Chu Yan touched her head that was leaning towards her and said nothing after responding. However, he planned not to speak again no matter how much Sheng Fei asked.

There is no need for a group of people who have turned into ash to worry and be uneasy about this. Is it possible that they can still climb out from the bottom of the Netherworld Blood Sea?

Obviously, it's impossible.

The rest of the things are not something they can explore now, so they can just pretend they don't know.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Sheng Wei didn't continue to ask. Everyone has some little secrets that are inhumane. Even if it was related to herself, she wasn't very interested.

The truth is very simple. Based on what I learned about Chu Yan’s character after getting along with him for a few days, how could he not be willing to talk about good things?

Is it a bad thing? Sheng Fei was really afraid that after hearing this, he would have nightmares for days and nights, and he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

She reached out and pushed Chu Yan, motioning him to move to the side, then climbed up on the chair and squeezed beside him.

The armchair is actually not very spacious. It looks spacious because Chu Yan has become very thin after experiencing the dream, and Sheng Fei himself is also very thin, so the small armchair can barely accommodate two people side by side.

The moon-white plain robe and the apricot-white brocade robe are stuck together, looking particularly harmonious under the fluorescent moonlight.

Sheng Fei hugged his knees with his hands, tilted his head back, and leaned on Chu Yan's arms, staring at the full moon outside the window in trance.

"Xiao Yan, when will your hair return to its original look?"

Seeing that she didn't ask about the past anymore, Chu Yan was relieved and couldn't help but smile: "Didn't you say you don't care about appearance?"

"That's different."

Sheng Fei pulled a strand of his hair and held it in his hand, his thoughts flying to the sky.

Speaking of which, she had never seen anyone with particularly strange hair colors in the human territory of Tianxiao. Most of them were black, white and gray.

Due to the existence of the first path of cultivation, the years of the practitioners have been extended many times, and the appearance has been preserved. Excluding those who have changed their hair color due to the influence of the cultivation method, it is rare to have whiteheads.

situation.

Thinking again about the conditions for practicing "Tian Shuang Emperor Jue", the Zhiyin spirit body is not a cabbage that can be seen everywhere in the field!

Sometimes, differences that are too strange can easily become the target of public criticism for no reason.

"Axue told me that he was born with white hair and white eyes, and he was always disliked by others when he was a child."

Sheng Fei tried to tie the hair in his hand into the shape of a bow, and spoke without raising his head.

"Everyone disliked him and thought that the white-haired young boy was a heretic and unknown. Later, when A-Xue came to the Xuanshuang Sect, his life became easier."

However, it's probably not that good.

Finding that the hair was too slippery and could not be fixed, Sheng Wei thought for a while and let go.

"Everyone thinks that being the leader of Xuanshuang Sect is a very painful thing."

Chu Yan was obviously taken aback, and then he suddenly realized that the A Xue in her mouth was referring to Shuang Xue, the contemporary leader of Xuan Shuang Sect.

A sect leader who can be said to be very unique and unique.

He is the youngest sect leader of Xuanshuang Sect in thousands of years, and also the youngest and most junior leader of the force in Tianxiao in thousands of years.

But Chu Yan still remembered the records in the file and had watched some videos related to him.

That year, the Golden Pill of Frost and Snow was first formed, and the Xuan Shuang Sect, which had not participated in the Qingyun Festival for thousands of years, finally passed away.

A young man with white hair, white eyes, and a white robe stood on the vast ground paved with white jade bricks. There were crowds of people in front of him, behind him, and on his sides.

He is the only one, alone.

He has no teachers, no relatives and friends, and only the wooden fishing rod in his arms. He is also out of tune with this world.

The young man could not see anyone within more than 30 feet, and heard no human voice. He did not pay attention to the whispers directed at him in the distance.

Snow falls and frost blooms, he has his own world.

His name is Shuangxue.

When he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had already become the head of the Xuanshuang Sect.

Different from ordinary small and medium-sized forces, the top forces such as the Five Great Sects and the Four Holy Lands, which stand at the highest position of the human race, have never been easy to change the people in power.

The nine are allies of each other. If the leader of a sect needs to be replaced, it must be approved by more than half of the people.

It’s about the future of the human race, how can we not be cautious?

At that time, except for the Scarlet Sun Sect and the Giant Spirit Sect, all the remaining forces believed that it was too childish for a child to serve as the sect leader, and rejected the proposal of the previous sect leader of the Xuanshuang Sect, Shuangxue's master, Yao Yaoxian.

As a result, no one would have thought that Yao Yaoxian directly threw the sect master's seal to the young disciples he picked up, and ran directly to the fairyland with his first few disciples.

That speed, that determination, it really makes me never look back.

In this way, Shuangxue became the leader of the Xuanshuang Sect in a daze, unknowingly taking over the heavy mission of the Xuanshuang Sect that had lasted for ten thousand years, and had to bear the pressure from all major forces.

"Although that damn old man left me alone without being moral and didn't leave me a penny, but if he hadn't pulled me out, I would still be wallowing in the mud right now."

"Should I repay the kindness of my helping hand?"

It's time to repay it.

One month before leaving the mountain, Sheng Fei was sitting by the pond in Xiaoyun Mountain. Shuangxue put down the fishing rod in his hand and reached out to touch the head of the little girl who looked confused.

He seemed to be talking to himself, or answering someone's question.

"Everyone in the world says that it is not good to kill the old man. In fact, I also think he is terrible, but there is nothing I can do. If I leave, who else can come to save face for him?"

"I can't do it if I don't go."

He seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

He can't just be himself, behind him is the pride of the boundless snowfield and the pain and anger of the North Plains for thousands of years.

He is the first young cultivator in history to participate in the Qingyun Ceremony as a sect leader.

"I heard that someone wants to give Xuan Shuang Sect some color?"

The young man stood on the white jade platform.

His hair is like flowing clouds and soft mist, his white clothes are better than snow, and his voice is as clear as the early morning dew.

"Now, I'm here."

he said.

"You can come too."

He smiled happily and was extremely happy.

"Of course, if you don't come now, you can come to Beiyuan to find me later, but you have to think clearly that you may not be able to return home alive by then."

"How can a person be stupid while alive? I think it's better not to be stupid."

After he finished thinking about it, Chu Yan let out a long sigh.

"Senior Shuangxue is a well-deserved young talent and the pride of heaven. He was more than a hundred years ago and he still is now."

In fact, he felt a little awkward. In terms of age and cultivation, he should call Shuangxue his senior, but Sheng Fei and Shuangxue were peers, which made him very uncomfortable and didn't know how to call her.

People.

"Although he only participated in the Qingyun Grand Meeting once and never made a move in front of the world since he returned to Beiyuan, he was always at the top of the Qingyun Earth Ranking for decades until he ascended to the Transformation God."

Sheng Fei covered his mouth and said in shock: "So fierce? How many games did Ashue win in that Qingyun Conference?"

"Ferocious, very fierce."
To be continued...