026 Daredevil

At the end of the day, he was thinking like this.

When the bell rang after class, it was getting dark outside. He packed up his things and subconsciously glanced at a carved sandalwood chair on the right side of the court.

It turned out to be the place where Qinglin sat, but now it is empty. There was an unexplained melancholy in his heart.

"If your heart is not calm, you can't say it. Yang Zifan, you have a concern in your heart." An old voice behind him came to my ears. Yang Zifan's heart skipped and looked back in shock, but it was Mr. Xu, who had taught him for a year. At that moment, he bowed, humbly saluted a student and said respectfully, "Students have met Mr. Xu."

Mr. Xu looked at him with a smile and said, "Young people should be more open-minded. How many things can they have?" Today is your last day in Sichen Mansion, but you can't live without books. You should remember to read good books and read all your life.

Yang Zifan replied respectfully, "Students should remember."

Mr. Xu nodded and said, "Okay, you go back!" As he turned around, Yang Zifan watched him take two steps, but saw him stop. Then he turned around and raised his old eyes and stared at him for a long time before saying, "Yang Zifan, I will give you one last word as a teacher. You can make up for your clumsiness and remember it well."

Yang Zifan was stunned for a moment and said, "The student union has always remembered it."

Mr. Xu nodded and slowly walked into the corner.

Yang Zifan looked at him and sighed with great emotion in his heart. Over the past year, he has heard of Mr. Xu. Mr. Xu's qualification to enter Taoism at the age of eight is amazing. After two years of practice, he broke through the valley period, but he abandoned all his cultivation overnight and chose the illusory way of Confucianism to enter Tao with Confucianism. He ate every day and never killed. Now he is in his 80s, but he is not as good as when he was eight years old. Now the deadline is approaching, but he has no regrets.

How can such a character not be admirable?

Yang Zifan took a deep look, turned around and walked out of Sichen Mansion.

The night fell, and the snow on the ground darkened a little, and the snow fluttering in the sky stopped.

Yang Zifan walked far past the Tianyuan main hall. Today, the Tianyuan main hall is brightly lit, and real people are holding a practice seminar held at the end of each month.

Since the dragon roar wind released the sky fire and burned the Tianyuan Hall, every time Yang Zifan passed by this new hall, he couldn't help stopping to see and fantasizing about the power of the master and the panicked appearance of the real people that day.

This seems to be a good pastime.

The east sky and the moon came out of the darkness and lit up the world. The simple moonlight reflected the white snow, which was so pure.

He looked up at the northwest corner.

Suddenly, a dark shadow broke the moon, as if with infinite resentment, leaving an ugly color on the white snow.

Yang Zifan was shocked and thought it was an illusion and wiped his eyes. When he opened his eyes, there was no dark shadow on the eaves. He wondered, "Is it an illusion?"

Looking back at the Tianyuan main hall, the hall was brightly lit. Yang Zifan felt bored and walked out of the corner in the direction of Cuiyunping.

But just as he took two steps forward, he was stunned, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his legs unconsciously moved back a few steps.

Because there was a pair of horrible eyes staring at him on the front eaves. Those eyes were leaf-shaped, and their eyes were full of blood, but behind these blood-red eyes, there was a mass of darkness that could not be seen the edge.

Yang Zifan took a look and immediately took a breath of cold air, only feeling that his soul was about to be sucked in.

A red light suddenly burst out in the object's eyes, and the darkness spread like water, and suddenly rushed to Yang Zifan. The sound is amazing, like the electric power in the storm.

"Night Devil!"

Yang Zifan suddenly remembered the record of this thing in the book Foreign objects learned in Sichen Mansion. In a hurry, he wanted to shout out, hoping to attract the attention of all the real people in Tianyuan Hall.

But the darkness grabbed the front and wrapped Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan lost his mind, and his body slowed down in the moonlight and fell into the snow.

The night demon won, and his eyes were even more red. He immediately swept up and turned into a giant eagle to grab Yang Zifan and integrated into the night.

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I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how many years have passed. Some people are crying in the dark, sobbing low, and tears have been down, dyeing the whole earth. He doesn't know what he is crying or how long he has been crying.

Yang Zifan only felt so sad. He didn't know where it came from, with cold tingling.

But he didn't feel the slightest fear. Instead, he felt that he should cry and cry endlessly in this darkness, which was his fate.

It's strange that the more he thinks so, the more he gradually wakes up.

It seems that something cold fell on the body, surrounded itself, and turned into another flowing cold.

He opened his eyes minute by little in drowsiness.

It was a light, with a water-like luster and ice and snow-like cold. Yang Zifan looked at it with some confusion, and the light gradually expanded and finally turned into a moonlight all over the sky.

Yang Zifan shook his body and turned over. Then he woke up and said in a shocked voice, "Night Devil."

But there was no silence without any answer. He was accompanied by a little salty taste left in the corners of his eyes.

"What's going on? Why am I all right?" Yang Zifan felt his whole body and found that he was not injured at all. It's just that the dream is still chilling now,

It is recorded in Alien Records that everyone caught by the night demon will become a walking corpse, and he can't believe that he is still alive. The coldness brought by the snowflakes flying down his face told him that it was true.

"Sister, how about tomorrow?"

When Yang Zifan heard a question, his voice was crisp and glutinous, and quite familiar. Then he noticed that he was standing in a special forest at this time. The trees around him were not high, about a foot, and the branches and leaves were fan-shaped, covered by white snow but their green.

For a moment, Yang Zi was shocked and said, "Yuzhufeng, snow banana?"

Although his voice was very small, it was still noticed by the people in the forest.

"Who!" A crisp sound like a bell echoed in the forest. Yang Zifan quickly hid behind a snow banana and fooled his body to simulate his breath into the smell of snow.

Before the voice fell, he saw a woman in blue and appeared in the position where he had stood. The woman was beautiful and her eyes were charming. Yang Zifan remembered that this woman seemed to be called Lingxiu, the eldest disciple of Yuzhufeng.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Then, the previous sound appeared again, but this time Yang Zifan recognized who the sound was, and his heart sank. He saw Mingyue appear behind Lingxiu in a black and white silk-trimmed long shirt, and his eyebrows were obviously slightly confused.

"Shh!" Lingxiu put his green finger in front of his mouth to tell him not to speak, and his eyes stared at a string of footprints on the snow. Yang Zifan couldn't help but be shocked. He had just forgotten the most important thing in a hurry. Although the footprints were very shallow, they extended all the way to his feet. It's only a matter of time before it is found.

Do you want to go out? But that guy Mingyue hates me to the bone, and coupled with the Lingxiu who protects his shortcomings, he can't beat it. But after all, we are from the same family, and they should not be like this... But I silently appeared in the snow and banana forest in the forbidden place of Yuzhu Peak, which can't be explained... Do you tell them the night demon..."

In a few seconds, several thoughts have changed in his mind, but he still hasn't made up his mind.

Mingyue has noticed the footprints on the ground and no longer followed Lingxiu's watchful way along the footprints.

In the blink of an eye, he almost walked to the distance where he could see Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan's heart jumped, gritted his teeth, picked up a small stone from the snow, and threw it in another direction with his hands.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a snow banana standing in the cold wind not far away fell down.

Lingxiu and the bright moon's face changed slightly, and they immediately galloped in that direction. At the same time, Yang Zifan quickly appeared, jumped on a snow banana beside him, and jumped from this snow banana to another. His action was fast and silent, thanks to the struggle in the withered peak, he could have this sensitive and light action.