The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

When Cui Shanxing came over with the prepared soothing soup, the purple-robed Taoist stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the sea that connected with the sky. The incense burner on the stone table was filled with light smoke, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and his expression was indifferent. I don’t know if I am watching the sea or meditating.

After getting closer, he saw that the hand behind him was holding a letter. Cui Shanxing lowered his eyes, withdrew his gaze, and called softly: "Xian Shou."

The lavender eyelashes trembled slightly, Cang opened his eyes slightly, his fingertips tightened unconsciously, and his hands dropped to his sides. The purple ribbon on his sleeve slipped down, covering the writing on the letter. Then he turned around and looked at Cuishan Xing. Putting the soothing soup on the table, he asked, "Where is Chou Farewell?"

"I heard from Miss Li that Junior Brother has already fallen asleep, so Miss Li will bring the Soothing Soup in and drink it after he wakes up." As Cui Shanxing answered, he couldn't help but think of the girl who looked angry but still held the Soothing Soup steadily. There was a smile in his eyes as he entered the house.

Cang heard the words and stopped asking. He folded the letter in his hand and put it in his arms. Then he picked up the soothing soup on the stone table and drank it. Because it was brought here after it had been cooled down, it was just right for the mouth and the soup was warm. It's hot, and it also carries a bit of the unique bitter aroma of medicinal herbs, which is just right to dispel the fatigue caused by running around and working hard.

"I'm going back to my room first."

As Cang said, he took the empty bowl to the kitchen. Cui Shanxing knew that he didn't need to be around. After saying yes softly, he went to his usual place of meditation to study Taoism.

In the house, it was getting dark. A small candle lamp was placed on the table. The warm light spread out and fell on the girl who was slowly drinking the soothing soup. Fengchou, who had already fallen asleep, said goodbye. At this time, he was half-leaning on the head of the bed, holding a crystal white crystal in his hand. Cold white smoke poured into it along his fingertips. A skull mark disappeared in an instant, and the airflow around his body was distorted, forming a natural barrier.

"Shang, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

A round figure with a ball of light appeared above the spar. I don't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the other person looked haggard and a little aggrieved, so he couldn't help but ask: "Were you beaten by Yun Fei?" Except for Yun Fei, no one in the headquarters would take action against the light ball.

"A little misunderstanding... let's talk about why you contacted me, Shang? Is it the Tiandao over there that is causing trouble for you?" Guangqiu's tone sounded serious, but he still couldn't hide his bad taste of gloating.

Feng Chou looked disgusted with this: "You deserve to be punished by Yun Fei, you really deserve a beating. It has nothing to do with the way of heaven here, but everything to do with you."

"Ah? What's wrong with me?"

"Something that... Reiji calls "father" appears and is eyeing the protagonist's body. Let me confirm whether you have rebelled. "

As soon as Guangqiu heard this, he immediately withered: "Then the result you are sure of is...?"

Fengchou touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Li Si should be...not your biological son, right?"

"...QAQ" Guangqiu was silent for a moment, then twisted into a corner and began to cry.

Feng Chou's mouth twitched when he heard it. He felt as if he knew something terrible, but now was not the time for gossip. He coughed a few times and called back the other person's attention: "Now that Reisi and that thing are facing each other, what's the matter? Is it dangerous to run into a space crack for this reason?"

"He can't die, but it's still very difficult for him to get rid of that thing on his own. Everything depends on whether Xiao Aze can untie his knot and come out of it."

"Heart knot?" Feng Chou muttered to himself, wondering what kind of knot a guy who couldn't even learn human emotions could have, and it sounded like it was related to that thing, so he couldn't help but ask again: " Is that guy really not your biological child?"

"...嘤嘤嘤嘤." The ball of light twisted into the corner again and cried.

"Okay, I won't ask this anymore." Although he was curious, Fengchou didn't have the hobby of poking people's scars, so he changed the topic: "How are the preparations for the "Great Purge"? "

"You can start at any time." The ball of light immediately stopped ringing, floated around the crystal twice, and said in a cheerful tone: "Yunfei can't wait any longer. She can't even seduce the three newcomers that Lan recently brought back. All her interests were left to Wan Huan to deal with."

Feng Chou pressed the pain between his eyebrows, and said: "You can start now, but don't be too radical, do it little by little, until the elder can only use that heart, then you can The net is completely closed.”

"Oh...ah?! Shang, do you still remember..."

The ball of light sensed that something was wrong, and was about to ask, but Feng Choubie took the lead in withdrawing his strength and broke off the contact. The crystal in his hand trembled, turned into powder, and scattered on the bedside.

Fengchou covered his sore forehead and coughed softly from his throat. The barrier dissipated immediately. The girl heard the movement and looked over. Then she came over with half a bowl of soothing soup left: "Big Brother, you woke up, why do you look so ugly? Did you have a nightmare? Here is the soothing soup cooked by Senior Brother Cui, I left half of it for you, drink it quickly."

Too lazy to complain about why the opponent's soul wanted to drink the soothing soup, Fengchou endured the bursts of stinging pain and reached out to take it. After drinking the rest, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the pain was indeed relieved.

"I'm going for a walk." I definitely can't fall asleep. My headache feels like I've been hit hard with a hammer several times. I might as well go outside to get some fresh air and wait until the pain passes.

The girl looked at the cold sweat on her forehead and looked puzzled: "Brother, what kind of nightmare are you having? You actually need to be alone?"

"Oh." Feng Chou came down from the bed with a bowl in hand and said nonsense with an expressionless face: "I dreamed that Li Si became the illegitimate son of Tiandao."

"...?" When I asked the question, it wasn't me who had a problem, it was you who had a problem!
"Wow, this nightmare is really scary~" the girl read without emotion, then rushed over to occupy the bed, turning her back and not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Although he really wanted to see the girl blow up, Feng Chou didn't know that some things should be done in moderation. If he really went too far and made up his mind to beat him up, he would be a little unable to resist.So Feng Chou shook his head with a little pity and went out with the empty bowl.

The girl who still didn't know that she had escaped unintentionally sneezed, pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep relying on the remaining body heat on the cloth.

Feng Chou was not the only one who was not sleeping. The two senior brothers' residences were also brightly lit, but one was concentrating on his cultivation while the other was reading letters.

The content of the letter was actually not much, just a page of words, but Cang read it carefully many times. Occasionally, he would talk to Dao Wuyu who was floating aside, but every conversation ended with a sigh.

"Let nature take its course. If you try too hard, it will be self-defeating. "Looking at the information on it, although Dao Wuyu was a little surprised, he was not surprised by it. In other words, he had a vague guess in his heart, and this letter just made the guess come true.

"I understand, Master."

Cang was only surprised at the beginning. Later, he read it a few more times in order to analyze the content mentioned in it sentence by sentence. The letter left by Lin Wushuang was in line with his own style. There was not a word of nonsense in it, and it was even straightforward and clear. , because of this, he cares even more.

Dao Wuyu knew that his eldest disciple had a clear mind and was capable of taking charge of his own affairs. Watching him fold the letter and put it into a Taoist scripture, he knew that he already had a plan in mind, so he said nothing more.

Putting the Taoist Scripture back to its original place, Cang did not rest there, but walked outside the house, intending to go to the pavilion to play the piano and watch the sea as usual, but first there was a burst of melodious music floating from the bamboo forest, which was not very audible. True.

"Don't worry about playing the piano." ” Dao Wuyu said, feeling a little surprised. After staying with this young apprentice for so long, he rarely saw him sitting quietly playing the piano. The only time was when he played with Cang and the others. The rest of the time, he was either laughing at Penglai or playing the piano. Fighting, in short, has nothing to do with the four words leisure and elegance.

Hearing this, Cang changed his pace and followed the music of the piano into the bamboo forest. The night wind blew by, and the bamboo branches swayed, making a crisp sound. Occasionally, he could see the pheasants kept inside walking through it, and one or two chirps came from it. , but it didn't seem noisy, and seemed to be responding.

When I got closer, the sound of the piano became much clearer, and then I heard the clear and bright singing, echoing in the quiet bamboo forest: "... It is the breath of the breath that turns into the eternal wind blowing, and it is the heartbeat that turns into the singing of birds and the gurgling spring, The morning clouds are rising above the frozen red cheeks, so what is life and death? If this body had not withered like a cold leaf, how could it have crashed into the warmest embrace? If it had not been lonely and mistreated in this life, how could it have been so generous in dreams..."

The sound of the piano is clearer and clearer, and the singing is relieved and heavy, but it also carries the previous lightness, as if it is telling a long-standing past event, or the voice of the heart, making those who hear it subconsciously stop and listen quietly without disturbing it.

"In the first dream, there were dark clouds falling back to the inkstone; in the second dream, the dead branches were irrigated by soft water; in the third dream, my body covered with frost and snow was finally covered with armor, and I was no longer afraid of waking up; it turns out that the wind and the moon are the chopsticks, and I feel happy only after I have tasted the cold and the warm. , if you accidentally step on the leaves when you come, I will hear them sound like thousands of sounds——" (Zimi's "Scorching Snow")
As the last word fell, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, leaving only the lingering sound, which was inexplicably sad.

The young man was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a jade crown and black hair. He was sitting casually on the dead leaves under the bamboo forest. The Taoist qin was placed across his knees, and his fingertips lightly touched the strings made of the shark's sinews. His face was mostly hidden in the In the shadow, it was impossible to know his emotions at this time, which made the Taoist hesitate for a moment and did not appear immediately.

After a moment of silence, the fingertips resting on the strings suddenly trembled slightly, then they clenched into fists, and the body began to tremble, as if suppressing something. A touch of red oozed between the fingers, and a faint smell of rust wafted out. up in the air.

"Chou Chou." Realizing that something was wrong, Cang walked out from behind the bamboo forest and quickly came to Feng Chou's side. When he saw a bloodless pale face with cold sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help but frown and grabbed his hand. He opened it with his hand, and there were several blood marks on his palm from his fingertips. It was obvious that the pain was unbearable and he could only endure it with this.

"Senior Brother Cang..." Feng Chou, who had recovered from another headache, felt a little guilty. He felt that he might be disturbing the people by playing the piano late at night: "Have I disturbed you Qing Xiu?" As he said this, he quietly retracted his hand.

"..." When will this junior brother grasp the key point?
Cang looked at the young man in white who looked guilty but in the wrong direction, and felt a rare sense of powerlessness. Then he grabbed his wrist and asked directly while applying medicine: "What's going on with you?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Fengchou didn't look at the movements of the purple-robed Taoist. He wanted to say that this kind of minor injury would heal quickly and there was no need to waste medicine. However, since the medicine was already applied, he didn't bother to do anything else and replied. : "It just suffered a little backlash." At the same time, half of the blood volume was removed.

"Backlash?" Cang intuitively felt that it was not a trivial matter, but Dao Wuyu remembered that Feng Chou had met Zhao Mu Zun before when he was drunk, and explained it using Taoist sound transmission, so his usually calm expression became serious.

To be honest, the difference between observing heavenly secrets and contemplating the future is actually not very big. The former can be said to be a premonition, indicating the arrival of certain people or things, while the latter is predicting the results of people or things, and the consequences of them. The relevant precise location can be linked to good or bad luck.Feng Chou's other "ability to visualize the future" is obviously a blend of the two. It is even more detailed and clear, and it is easier to make changes. The backlash will be more serious. If this is used forcefully, ability……

Thinking of the backlash that just seeing his name caused him to vomit blood one after another, and his mind was damaged and his blood was cut off, and then looking at Feng Choubie who was just pale and had some headache symptoms, I suddenly felt that "a little bit" of what he said was quite accurate. , but you can't just expose it lightly because of this. Who knows whether you will be adventurous in the space crack alone next time.

"If you really can't worry about Mr. Qiu Yu, after the strange phenomenon is successfully resolved, Choubie and I will go into the space crack to support you." Cang didn't say anything to blame. Qiuyu was Fengchoubie's support after he lost his memory. , it is not that relatives are better than relatives, it is impossible not to really care about letting others go and take risks. This behavior is expected.

"...I'm not worried."

After talking to the ball of light, Feng Chou didn't worry much anymore. After all, Lan once said that the only thing that could make that guy disappear was the ball of light, his father. Since the ball of light is still staying at the headquarters honestly , and with Yunfei watching, there shouldn't be any danger to his life.

But Cang actually offered to go rescue people with him... Fengchou didn't blink and looked at the purple-clothed Taoist who bandaged his hand. To be honest, he was a little surprised. After all, with Cang's temperament, he didn't know how to do it. Being involved in such an obscure incident, there were too many changes and a lot of hidden content, but I still felt warm in my heart.

"Does the song you played just now have a name?" Cang ignored the duplicity in the conversation (Feng Chou Farewell:?). If he was really relieved, he would not come to the bamboo forest to play the piano alone and sing such lyrics. , but he did not expose it, but changed the subject thoughtfully.

"I heard it by chance. It's called "Burning Snow."" Add the four words "modern world".

"Snow is originally a miserable and cold thing. Adding the word 'zhuo' means it is in conflict with each other and contains vitality. It actually has some Taoist connotations."

"Uh..." In fact, it is more consistent with Buddhist nirvana and rebirth, right?
Feng Chou almost couldn't help but wanted to correct him, but he thought that he was a Taoist priest now and there was no need to worry about it, so he changed his mind to nodding in agreement, but heard Cang continue to say: "It's better than the free and easy "Yun" "Zhonghe Ying" is more in line with the mood of saying goodbye to you."

...I suspect that Senior Brother Cang is thinking about me, but there is no proof.

So Fengchou didn't choose to skip this topic and asked with concern: "Senior Brother Cang, why haven't you rested yet?" Cang looked at the pale and handsome face in front of him and the eyes without any haze, lowered his eyes and raised his hand to touch him. The top of my head: "I'm thinking about something."

"Is Senior Brother Cang also worried?"

"Why do you ask that?" Cang heard the surprise in the words, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "I am just an ordinary person, so naturally I will have worries."

Ordinary people who are about to become immortals?Feng Chou said that in the world of Pili, these three words are the most unbelievable. However, he did not try to undermine him, nor did he intend to continue asking. Cang took the initiative to speak: "Actually, you know all about it, right?"

Feng Chou was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the words. He subconsciously looked at the Taoist's face, which was as calm and indifferent as ever, making it impossible to detect the emotions in it. He immediately had a guess in his heart: "What Senior Brother Cang said is, It’s about Senior Brother Zi.”

Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative. After saying this, without waiting for a reply, Feng Chou raised the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Sometimes, I still hope that I can be slower and not so sharp. ”

Cang retracted his hand, looked down at the young man's lowered eyebrows, and asked softly: "Are you worried?" Feng Chou shook his head slightly and answered truthfully: "I naturally accept the punishment I deserve, and I have no right to worry. .”

"But you don't trust me in your heart." Cang spoke slowly, and his tone was still calm, but it made Feng Chou stop being surprised and quickly denied: "I don't distrust Senior Brother Cang!" Except for the question about the taskmaster Apart from not being able to talk about or spoil the story, he almost answered whatever was asked, without showing any distrust.

"Then why do you have to mention the punishment so many times?" Cang sighed softly, with a little helplessness: "I told you on the day you were punished, you have already been punished. You don't need to commit suicide, but you can still return the favor. Remember your answer?"

"……Remember."

"Does this mean you trust me?"

"Not really, but..."

In the game plot, Shao Bai is not so quick to forgive, and even allows Shao Bai to only call "Xian Shou", and in the end he has to die in the hands of Senior Brother Cang. He definitely cannot get this ending, and it is cheating and cheating. He took advantage of the loopholes in his goodwill and reluctantly took the route of resurrecting his master, but there must be a pit waiting for him ahead. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it was better to take the initiative.

The above was Feng Chou's original thoughts. The reason for bringing up the punishment one after another was so that Senior Brother Cang could be gentle when the time came. But it seemed... Senior Brother Cang really let go of the past and chose to forgive him (Shao Bai)?Although Shaobai was really controlled and took the betrayal route at the beginning, and he suffered miserably because of it, but the progress is not too fast.

"Did Zijinyi's death make you fear me?" He didn't understand why the young man looked so entangled and complicated, but Cang didn't intend to let this knot turn into a knot, so he asked directly.

"Why are you afraid of saying that?" Fengchou shook his head and laughed at himself: "If you really want to count, I can also be called an 'accomplice'. What is there to be afraid of? And I know your true intention, Senior Brother Cang. I want the two senior brothers to be suspicious of each other, and then defeat them one by one. I have no intention of putting them to death, but it is a pity..."

"I didn't expect that the first person to kill would be Jin Liuying, who had a good relationship with Zijin Yi." Cang knew what the unspoken meaning of his words was, and his tone was unusually heavy.

"Yeah, no one expected it."

But it didn't come out of the blue, but there were signs. When both of them chose to hide some things from each other, the rift had already appeared. Cang's plan only accelerated the spread of the rift.

Thinking of this, Feng Chou couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead to relieve the faint pain, and sighed: "Human nature is the most fragile and the least able to withstand the test, but it can't help but With some expectations, even if you have already guessed the outcome.”

Such deeply touching words made his eyes darken, but his tone did not reveal anything: "It seems that in these 500 years of living alone, you have seen many people or things, and you have grown a lot because of it. "

"...Has it been 500 years?" Except for the few years when he met Xiaocha, it took Shaobai more than 400 years to descend from the Taoist realm to the miserable realm. He probably relied on the jade pendant to heal his injuries. After all, he practiced Emei. A palm does not contain any water.

"Can you tell me about your experience in difficult situations these years?"

The Taoist's voice was gentle, and his indifferent eyebrows softened as a result. He lost some of his usual seriousness as the leader of the six strings. He was like an elder who cared about his junior brother, which made people feel close to him.

Feng Chou didn't think much about it. After all, it wasn't something worth covering up, so he told all the people and things he had encountered in the difficult situation. He also explained the origin of his name. Of course, there were things he shouldn't have said. He didn't say anything, but when he talked about how he became friends with Mu Shaoai and Tan Wuyu, and how he was tempted, his face was full of helplessness, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

There was a genuine smile in the young man's eyes that could not be concealed, making those who saw it feel like they were bathing in the warm sun. They couldn't help but smile with him and feel this beauty.

"You mentioned in your words that you were misunderstood as being a member of the Demon Realm, but why was there no resentment in your tone, but indifference?" Cang asked.

Fengchou replied without thinking: "Because I know it's just acting. If you really doubt me, you will have already taken me down the moment you say it. You won't give me a chance to leave in anger." . Even if it is a true misunderstanding, it is normal. I am full of doubts and will not be affected by the demonic energy. At that time, the demonic world is watching with eager eyes, so be careful when sailing."

The first reaction when being misunderstood is not anger, but a rational and considerate overall situation. This kind of character is rare and valuable.Cang felt satisfied and pleased, and then asked: "The experience you mentioned only lasted a few years, what about other times?"

"This... I don't know, because I was rescued by Xiaocha after I woke up. Maybe I accidentally fell into a different space and was unconscious all the time." Because the game did not explain why Shaobai It took more than 400 years to arrive in the misery. Feng Chou could only make reasonable guesses. After all, the misery was a place full of wonders.

"Different space..." Cang could see that Feng Choubie was not lying. Thinking of the content in the letter, he murmured in a low voice: "I see." It is not easy to reconcile body and soul. If it takes hundreds of years, That's normal.

The last sentence was too soft, so Feng Chou didn't hear it clearly. He didn't want to disturb the other party when he saw him looking thoughtful, so he simply raised his hand to pluck the strings and played another piece of music casually. The melody was loose, light and lively.

Listening to the rather careless sound of the piano, Cang came back from his thoughts, and then suddenly took action, lightly tapping his fingertips on the spirit bead between his eyebrows, injecting the pure holy Tao Qi into it, heading towards the location of his soul consciousness.

Feng Chou's body froze subconsciously, and the dragon energy and yin bone spiritual power instinctively protected the master, strangling the Tao Qi in an instant, and then rushed out of the body, hoping to teach the offended person a lesson. Fortunately, Feng Chou didn't Recovering in time, he plucked the strings and pressed them back. Cang Ye quickly retracted his hand, otherwise there would have been an accidental mistake by a fellow student.

However, Cang still suffered some backlash, his energy and blood surged, and a trace of light red appeared on his lips.

"Senior Brother Cang, if you want to investigate, just tell me. I almost hurt you." Fengchou was not frightened by this sudden attack. He quickly put Qin aside, stood up and held his arm, saying seriously After checking and making sure that there was no dead energy left, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't help complaining: "Senior brother also said that I don't trust you. I see that it's clearly senior brother who doesn't trust me."

The dragon energy is okay, after all, it is not an evil thing, and you can just use the jade pendant to draw it out at that time, but the spiritual power of the Yin Bone, whether it is good or evil, is food when it comes, and the power it devours is not ambiguous at all.

Cang heard the worry in the words and admitted her mistake: "I was reckless, I'm sorry." Long Qi was so protective, it seemed that it was not forced, but voluntary.

Only then did Fengchou realize what he had said. He was so frightened that he retracted his hand and laughed twice: "It's okay, it's my own problem. It has nothing to do with you, senior brother." Then he immediately turned around and picked up the piano. , when thinking about how to take the opportunity to leave, the Taoist's plain words came.

"Whether you have lost your memory or you have recovered your memory, Chou Farewell, your attitude towards me is not considered close. Why is that?" Cang looked at the young man's figure who was hurriedly trying to escape, and asked in a deep voice: "Is it possible that Chou Farewell is not close to me anymore?" What future do you see, such as... a future where you die by my own hands?"

...Senior Brother Cang, have you peeked at the script? !
Fengchou almost couldn't help but complain, and then he realized that this sentence might be what Cang really wanted to talk to him about tonight, but was his attitude so obvious?It was obvious that he had concealed it very well, but he was short of self-hypnosis. Unexpectedly, he was still seen.

"Senior brother, I misunderstood, I just, just..." I just didn't want to end up in a betrayal line, so I subconsciously kept a distance!Feng Chou didn't really want to answer like this, but he could only think about it, so he looked bitter and sighed helplessly: "I just understand my current identity, so I don't dare to expect too much."

Cang didn't show any belief or disbelief in this answer, but simply said: "It seems that you have indeed seen that kind of future."

"...?"

"Is that why you despise your own life so much?"

"...???" He could understand every word, so why was he so confused when they were put together?Who despises life?He is so stubborn, how can he still be said to despise life?Brother, what are you thinking about? (ω`)
"Stretch out your hand." Cang suddenly ordered. Feng Chou's mind was in chaos at the moment. Hearing the words, he subconsciously stretched out his hand. Then he saw Cang unwrapped his hand and pressed his palm. Blood seeped out, and a slight stinging pain came. Then Cang bit the tip of his index finger, mixed with his blood, and drew a strange mark on his hand.

Feng Chou felt as if he had been burned, and shivered unconsciously. Then the seal disappeared, along with the scratches on his palms, but he felt his heart beat inexplicably, as if there was something extra. .

"Senior Brother Cang, what is this?" Feng Chou looked at the restored palm of his hand and had a bad feeling.

"Life-connecting technique." Cang said calmly, as if saying that the moonlight is beautiful tonight: "If you encounter danger again, I can detect it in time and rush to your side to help."

"..." Feng Chou asked weakly: "But isn't this something that can only be used on masters and disciples?"

"You can do it between brothers and sisters, but the effect will be greatly reduced. We can't share the damage for you. At most, it can only serve as an early warning."

...Thank you Master for your existence!

After hearing this sentence, Feng Chou hugged Dao Qin tightly in his arms. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was so frightened by the next sentence that he almost lost his breath.

"And if a person with the Life-Connecting Technique wants to hurt another person, he will suffer double the backlash, so you don't have to worry anymore that I will take action against you by clearing the door." Cang felt the trembling in his hands, He raised his eyes and looked at the boy's increasingly stiff expression, and then added: "This way, you don't have to be afraid of me anymore."

"I'm not afraid..." Feng Choubie repeated his explanation again, but in such a situation it was really unconvincing, so he simply gave up and tentatively discussed: "Senior brother, you have to be busy dealing with the vision. All the people in the world are running around and working hard, so it’s not appropriate to distract yourself from me, so why don’t you just give this to me?”

Seeing the pitiful pleading look of the young man, the pale lips smiled slightly, with the crimson marks between his eyebrows, like the moonlight, which made Feng Chou couldn't help but feel a little surprised. In the moment of being lost, he heard the ruthless rejection: "No. ."

"..." Senior Brother Cang, you have changed!
Feng Chou's eyes were full of accusations, and he seriously suspected that this shady senior brother Cang was someone else's fake. It was obviously in the game... the game?
His expression was startled, and something flashed through his mind very quickly. His palms were suddenly covered with a layer of warmth, and the Taoist's cool yet gentle soothing voice came: "Farewell, I am not trying to restrain you, but I don't want to If you see any disciple of Xuanzong die, since you have joined Xuanzong, you are naturally a member of Xuanzong, so you don’t have to worry about being ostracized."

Um?Feng Chou felt that there was something wrong in his words, but before he had time to think about it, Cang's sigh distracted his attention: "I have said that I am also an ordinary person, one of all living beings. He will also be selfish, and he will make concessions in order to preserve the remaining disciples of Xuanzong, and even..." Looking into the boy's pupils that were dilated due to surprise, he said word by word: "He will also scheme against others."

Feng Chou opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say. He shrank for a moment. Cang Wei saw his strangeness and thought he was bowing his head in deep thought, and then continued to explain: "So don't put me too high, I and I You are actually the same."

yes.Feng Chou replied softly in his heart, as if the fog was dissipating in front of his eyes, making him see more clearly.

They are all living people, not cold data.

I wrote it again and it turned out much better (~), but I accidentally wrote too much (*I`*)