When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

Chapter 43

In the small attic, Xie Shi didn't hurry to go to the housekeeper to take a task, but stayed where he was thinking about what Xie Zhiwei had mentioned earlier.

As he thought about it, he frowned slightly, with a worried expression on his face.

Brother Xiuling wants to kill the Immortal Wenyuan, and he has to kill many times, and the scene is also echoed with what happened thousands of years ago.

Xie Shi knew Yan Yu's temper.Although he is not a person who must take revenge, he can be regarded as revenge.

In the previous life, the Immortal Wenyuan used Yan Yu and murdered him.Then according to his behavior style, after he became stronger in the last life, if he wanted to seek revenge, he would probably have taken revenge on Immortal Wenyuan long ago.

In this life, Yan Yu suddenly came to the secret realm and wanted to kill Immortal Wenyuan repeatedly.The behavior is a bit weird this time.

Thoughts appeared in Xie Shi's clear eyes, and a word gradually appeared in his mind, and it became more and more clear.

Could it be that Brother Xiu Ling wants to... prove the Tao?

Xie Shi's pupils trembled, and there was even more worry in his eyes.

As he thought more deeply, he felt more and more that this might be the purpose of Yan Yu's coming to the secret realm.

In the long years in the world of cultivation, monks often killed their wives to testify to the Tao, and now Yan Yu may also kill his father to testify to the Tao. What he wants may be to cut off the good thoughts in his heart, cut off the past of karma, and finally enter the Tao by killing.

Yan Yu is a demon cultivator, so this possibility is even greater.

This way of proving the Tao seems cruel and bloody, but Xie Shi did not object to Yan Yu's approach.

On the one hand, Immortal Wen Yuan owed Chen Yu in his previous life, and on the other hand, it was Xie Shi's unconditional trust and support for Yan Yu.

No matter at any time, in any matter, he will never hinder Yan Yu from doing what he wants to do, and will silently support him in his own way by the side.

Therefore, what Xie Shi thought of at this time was the difficulty and danger of Yan Yu's process of proving the way. He was worried that Yan Yu would lose control at a critical moment, resulting in the failure of the way of proving, serious injuries, and even death.

This kind of bad result is what Xie Zhi does not want to see no matter what.

"Brother Xiu Ling, I hope you are well."

Thick and curly eyelashes drooped down, casting two small fan-like shadows on Xie Shi's fair cheeks, black and white distinct, covering up the dark and unclear emotions in his eyes.

Up to now, Xie Shi's concentrating pills refined with any natural materials and earth treasures are inferior products, and the effect is far from the perfect finished product, which is far from being able to alleviate the loss of control of the demon seeds.

Over time, he also realized that this difference in materials cannot be made up for by the alchemist's ability and talent.

He is so useless... Xie Shi thought dejectedly.

Proving the way is dangerous, but he can't provide the best medicine for brother Xiuling.

Xie Shi clenched his knuckle-boned hand tightly, made a secret decision in his heart, and his eyes were firm.

Afterwards, he concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips, and bits of white light spilled out, forming a colorful lotus flower that bloomed leisurely in front of him.

The petals are crystal clear, and a faint brilliance flows on them, showing a pure and dirty atmosphere, full of vigor and vitality.

Xie Shi gently turned the wrist of the other hand, and took out the ingredients for refining the Concentration Pill from the storage space.

He once again used spiritual power as a furnace to condense flames and refine medicine pills.

It's just that the medicine used this time is the petals of this colorful lotus.

It is also a part of his natal spirit.

Half an hour later, the flame of spiritual power was slowly extinguished, and the fragrant medicinal fragrance permeated the small attic.

Ningshen Pill was successfully refined, and the effect is the best.

At this time, Xie Shi was already dripping with sweat, his originally fair and tender cheeks were a little pale at the moment, but his eyes reflected the light of joy, brighter than the stars.

Xie Shi called Xie Zhiwei again in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, begging him to give the bottle of elixir he just refined to Yan Yu.

When Xie Zhiwei's figure appeared in the attic, he smelled a very pure medicinal fragrance around his nose, and caught a glimpse of Xie Shi who was panting and almost exhausted, and he was keenly aware of something.

But he just closed his eyes, suppressed the doubts in his heart, kept a calm expression, remained silent, and didn't say a word.

The conversation with Xie Shi just now made him deeply understand one thing.

Xie Shi is Xie Shi, he is him.Even if the two have a relationship between past and future lives, they are still two independent individuals with their own thoughts and judgments.

What's more, Xie Shi is now 16 years old, just like a young adult.

He wanted to use the natal lotus to refine medicine for Yan Yu, so he had to think about it a lot.

Xie Zhiwei can only respect his choice, and at the same time knows that he can't persuade him at all.

Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Meditate well and adjust your breath."

Hearing this, Xie Shi suddenly raised his eyelids and looked forward.But Xie Zhiwei's figure in white has already left, and the small attic is empty, with thin dust covering the floor, showing a bit of desolation and loneliness.

After a long time, Xie Shi came back to his senses and sat cross-legged on the same spot, relying on meditation to recover his blood.

In the dim light and shadow, the handsome young man raised his hand, touched the beads on his neck through his clothes, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, outlining a slight smile.

On the other side, Xie Zhiwei unfolded his consciousness again and successfully found Yan Yu's location in the secret realm.

His figure teleported over, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the Wenyuan Mansion where people came and went, luxurious and luxurious, not at all like the vicissitudes and decay of today.

From time to time, carriages from the Xianxiu family passed by on the smooth stone road, and groups of well-dressed servants walked in the same direction with lacquer trays. Pleasant, like the sound of nature.

The prosperity of Wenyuan Mansion in the past is vividly presented before our eyes.

Xie Zhiwei stood by the road, but the people around him seemed not to notice him, either concentrating on doing his own thing, or chatting happily with his companions.

It seems that this is an illusion, and people in the illusion cannot notice the people outside the illusion.

Xie Zhiwei's eyes flickered slightly, listening intently to everyone's discussions.

"Hey, have you heard? Immortal Wen Yuan recognized a son not long ago. He is already 13 years old, but his cultivation is only Qi refining."

"So what if the cultivation level is low! This time, he defeated the beast at the golden core stage, and surpassed two levels!"

"Immortal Wenyuan made a serious face once. I used to think that he was a talkative person who talked nicely and did few things. Now it seems that he still has one or two skills in teaching apprentices."

"Is it because he teaches well? I don't think so. Maybe Chen Yu has great potential."

"Half and half, the master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual."

"Chen Yu must be powerful, and the Immortal Wenyuan who gave birth to this son and taught this apprentice must also be very powerful."

"My child's talent for cultivating immortals is also a bit poor, but if he is sent to study with Immortal Wenyuan, he might be as majestic as Chen Yu!"

"You have to wait in line. Many aristocratic families have sent their children here. The number of admissions in Wenyuan Mansion is very high right now."

"Then why don't we compare? Let's see whose family the Immortal Yuan will accept first?"

"No comparison. What's the use of competing here? It's better to search through your own warehouse and find a good gift for Immortal Wenyuan to send over."

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Xie Zhiwei stood in place, watching the figures of this group of people gradually go away, their discussion became smaller and smaller, and finally they could not be heard at all.

All of them are wearing fancy clothes and jade crowns, and their bodies are very coercive. It is estimated that they are famous immortal cultivators thousands of years ago.

Xie Zhiwei recalled what they said before, and vaguely noticed something strange.

If Yan Yu simply wanted to kill the Immortal Wen Yuan, why would there be a phantom here that reproduced the scene from that year?

Does he want to...

Xie Zhiwei glanced at the bustling road, turned around, and walked towards a secluded place opposite to the hustle and bustle.

After going through many paths and pushing aside the lush grass, he finally saw Yan Yu's figure in a desolate and dilapidated hut.

The other party was still young, wearing a black robe, his back was slender and thin, and his long hair fluttered left and right like thick clouds.

A servant walked slowly into the dilapidated hut with a black lacquer tray, presented the contents on the tray, and said respectfully: "My lord, the immortal knows that you are tired from fighting, and just ordered the kitchen to boil a bowl of hot water for you." Porridge."

I saw the steaming hot rice porridge in the exquisite porcelain bowl, which was filled with various nourishing medicinal materials. The aroma was tangy and could easily arouse people's appetite.

Since Yan Yu's back was facing Xie Zhiwei, he couldn't see Xie Zhiwei's expression clearly, he could only vaguely judge from his back that Yan Yu lowered his head and took a few glances at the bowl of hot porridge.

"Ah!"

A chuckle was clearly audible in the quiet atmosphere.

Afterwards, Xie Zhiwei saw Yan Yu's hands turned into claws, directly strangling the servant's neck.

The tray fell from the hands of the servants, the porcelain bowl fell heavily to the ground, the body of the bowl was torn apart, sticky rice porridge was scattered everywhere, and it was still steaming.

In the chaos everywhere, Yan Yu snapped off the slave's throat, killing him.

Same as last time, there was no corpse left on the ground, only a pool of dark water-stained things.

Xie Zhiwei came to the door and looked at the hot porridge spilled on the floor.Being slightly obsessed with cleanliness, he didn't go in, but stood where he was talking to Yan Yu.

"You're here again?" Yan Yu turned around and looked at him, "Did something happen to Xiaoshi?"

Xie Zhiwei shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that he asked me to come and deliver something to you."

Before he finished speaking, he dragged and lifted the pill with his spiritual power, and handed it to Yan Yu through the air.

Yan Yu took it, pulled out the cork, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and commented in surprise: "It's not a defective product, it's a perfect concentration pill. It's even more effective."

He re-corked the bottle, held the bottle of elixir, couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and praised: "Xiaoshi's alchemy talent is indeed very high."

"He will be very happy to hear you praise him." Xie Zhiwei said aside.

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, a little surprised that he would say such a thing.

After all, Xie Zhiwei never liked him being too close to Xie Shi.

Xie Zhiwei was embarrassed by his surprised eyes, coughed twice, and said calmly: "I will convey your appreciation to Xie Shi."

As he spoke, he nodded to himself, emphasizing that he would definitely do it.

Although Yan Yu was at a loss, he also laughed dumbly, and said politely: "Then thank you Xianjun for your hard work."

Immediately afterwards, Xie Zhiwei's eyes fell on the messy ground, and he asked aloud, "This porridge..."

Yan Yu followed his gaze and looked over, smiled lightly, with a sarcasm on his face, and said, "It's just some hypocrisy."

In the previous life, although Immortal Wenyuan looked down on him as the son of the demon seed from the bottom of his heart, he also understood that naked use would only scare him away, so from time to time he sent some insignificant gadgets to connect father and son and weave a love story for him. The illusion of a warm family.

He occasionally came to visit Chen Yu, who was exhausted after fierce battles, but most of the time he didn't bother to waste time on him, and would only send his servants to bring a bowl of steaming rice porridge to the scarred him as a symbolic expression of his own strength. Care about his child.

From a logical point of view, if Immortal Wenyuan really cared about him, he should at least send some wound medicine and supplements, or, from the very beginning, he should not be allowed to fall into the vortex of fighting beasts.

Chen Yuhui, who was once lonely and innocent, would be grateful for this little bit of warmth, and tried his best in the beast fight.He thought he was finally in pain.

But now Yan Yu's eyes were filled with coldness, and he was not moved by it at all.

In the secluded hut, he slowly clenched the porcelain bottle containing the Concentration Pill in his hand.

The elixir in the bottle was just out of the oven, and it was still slightly hot. The body of the bottle was as warm as warm jade, just like the feeling that well-behaved and docile boy gave him.

He has seen sincerity in this life, and will no longer be deceived by those false warmth.

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