Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first

Chapter 373 I’m distracted (big chapter)

Yan Yi's kebabs were fragrant in the fireworks. He carefully put them on the plate, looked in the direction of the master, cast another spell on the kebabs, and kept the temperature, apparently waiting for her to go back to eat. of.

Zaiyu leaned on Qingdai's shoulder, and Yuqing silently added wood to the firewood pile. They probably remembered some things from the past.

Wan He raised his eyes and looked at the clouds gathering in the sky. This was...

Blessing from heaven?

Sure enough, a thunderbolt snaked down the eaves.

"Click"

The small animals on the bamboo platform were frightened and fled in all directions. The sound of the piano was long and lingering. Even if the thunder suddenly fell, it did not affect Wan He at all.

The soul returned to its original position, and her fingertips glowed with gleaming white light.

The sound of the flute enters, turning the lingering love into a melodious and beautiful sound.

Three feet above the head, the god appears, circling in six reincarnations, the sound of the piano is whispering, the sound of the flute is rising, the sound of the piano is paused, the sound of the flute is long, the sound of the flute is stopped, the sound of the piano is busy, the sound of the piano is slipping out, the sound of the flute is rising and rising, and the climax is one after another. Ups and downs, the two are entangled and separated, separated and attached, and attached and separated.

You stop and I chase, I stop and you pull, like two lost butterflies, entwined and dancing, fluttering their wings and flying away.

The sound of the flute lifts up the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano echoes the sound of the flute, colliding together and intertwining into a gorgeous painting.

Unfortunately, due to the barrier, the first person to appreciate the new song improvised by the two was Song Zhi.

However, he alone didn't feel very good.

Songzhi just wanted to say, whoever wants this honor can take it.

Songzhi clutched his chest, his eyes were moist, and his cheeks were already cold.

A man of his age, who had not shed tears for many years, actually cried bitterly and with regret in the ensemble of Wan He and Yan Mo, which tortured him so much that it was a sin to take a big breath.

"No... don't play anymore, Yan Mo, the one who is supporting you in Yang A's box is A Luo. Do you really, really want to... drive her away?!"

Yan Mo seemed to have expected it, without any surprise or surprise. The sound of the flute was still there, even playing purer.

Song Zhi was tormented by the emotion of regret. He wished he could give himself a slap on the forehead and split his head open.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and he gained a little bit of clarity.

"Okay, okay, okay, since...since you don't care about her life or death, I won't be persistent anymore.

After all... After all, three hundred years have passed, Ah Luo... If Ah Luo could be resurrected, he would have gathered the other two souls and seven souls long ago. Why did Yang Ah He search the three realms of heaven and earth, and get nothing at all...

Ah Luo... Ah Luo is determined not to be resurrected anymore...

It's true to say that back then, the Empress of the Wilderness was scattered in the world, and even if Bai Yuan, the God of War, was so powerful, it would be useless to resurrect her.

How can a Yang Ah Box do it?

If you want...it's up to you! "

I was getting excited about playing the late grain, and when I heard the song loosened, I still had some unfinished ideas.

Yan Mo could see her interest, and with God's blessings falling, there was no reason for her to stop at this time.

So when Wan He was about to stop, the sound of his flute suddenly became louder. Wan He glanced sideways at Yan Mo. Their eyes met in the air, and she understood what he meant.

As the flute sound gradually enters the final tune, it brings a perfect ending to the song.

Poor Songzhi, he was out of breath crying in the last tune. By the time he recovered from the infinite grief and regret, the duet of piano and flute had long been gone from his ears. When the time left, he didn't even notice.

Looking at the empty room, with only the night breeze blowing through the corridor, it seemed as if no one had ever been here. All of this was just a dream and an illusion for him.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was so relieved that his heart ached. The veins all over his body were stretched. He did not save himself, nor did he adjust his breathing or meditate. He just languished on the ground, a puddle of deathly silence.

Perhaps this painful regret gave him temporary emotional comfort.

On the bamboo platform opposite, there was a white box suspended in front of Yan Mo. The texture was icy and cool. There were glazed gems on the colorful box, and there was a faint soul power shining in the gems.

He spread out one hand and the box fell into his hand. It weighed nothing at all, but he felt it was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

He and Ah Luo were related to Yang Ah He, and Songzhi and Ah Luo were also related to Yang Ah He. Three hundred years later, after going round and round, they finally got it back.

The old friend has passed away, things have changed and people have changed. Who would have thought that what the Demon Lord said back then would actually become a prophecy.

Yang Ah Box, who was used to thank him for saving his life, ended up pretending to be the person he saved.

Wan He pulled up his sleeves and looked at it repeatedly. After reading it, he seemed to find nothing, so he lowered his head and looked around.

"Xiao Qi, what are you looking at?"

Yan Mo's eyes drifted over. There was only a table between them, but it seemed like they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains and a hundred thousand years.

But Wan He had no idea what would happen next. She was still excited about her breakthrough in cultivation and the blessings from heaven.

"Master, have you seen that I am distracted by my cultivation.

When I was playing the piano, my soul ran out and slipped around for a long time. When I found the blessing from heaven, I returned to my true body in time! "

Yan Mo said softly: "It was also the soul that left the body and went for a walk. How can you be sure that you were distracted?"

“I already had an out-of-body experience last time, so it’s impossible to still have an out-of-body experience.

And when I am out of body, my soul can only observe.

This time, my soul was able to pick up things, and I secretly added two handfuls of chili noodles to the fifth brother's kebabs.

If I choose to show up, they won't be able to tell which one is me! "

Wan He said excitedly that she remembered that during the secret realm of the Demon Slayer Conference, she almost fell into the lava, but Yan Mo appeared in time and rescued her.

Being able to physically appear and act according to one's will in a place he has never been to is distraction.

The next step is to unite. Once you get into uniting, your cultivation will become much easier. First, use distractions to practice separately, which is equivalent to one person splitting into two people to study, each learning his own thing. When you unite again, what you gain becomes what one person has gained. It's called getting twice the result with half the effort.

Yan Mo's reaction was indifferent, which made Wan He hesitate: "Isn't that right, Master?"

Yan Mo: "Yes, your analysis is correct. You are in the early stage of distraction."

Wan He was happy: "When I played the piano just now, I received heaven's blessing. Master, did you also see it?

So why am I so talented?

Can you also get blessings by practicing music? "

If she had known earlier, she would have started practicing music earlier. Every time she played the piano, her feelings were different, but they were always extremely comfortable, making her physically and mentally happy and relaxed.

"You see, our Xiaoqi has always been smart!"

Yan Mo's eyes seemed to have a trace of expectation and a trace of hesitation, mixed together, it turned out to be a bit bleak and desolate.

Wan He's eyes fell on Yang Ah Heng. At this glance, she instinctively frowned. An inexplicable heartache suddenly appeared, and she couldn't help but shake.

"Xiao Qi, if, if you had a previous life..."

Wan He listened to Yan Mo ask.

"Master, if this disciple was a person who shouted to kill and fight in the three realms, do you want me to retrieve my previous life?"

Wan He held back the soreness and pain in his heart and asked Yan Mo.

Yan Mo waved his sleeves, and the tables and chairs between him and Wan He completely disappeared, and there was no longer any barrier.

The tall figure came to Wan He, and the familiar fragrance of gardenia poured into the tip of Wan He's nose. It was quiet and indifferent, not strong, but meaningful and strong.

Yanmo lowered his head and she raised her head.

"The three realms are shouting to fight and kill, but I can destroy the three realms. This is not a factor!" He said.

Wan He's eyelashes trembled slightly: "But Master, you are just a monk..."

How to destroy the three realms?

Above the human world is the fairy world, and below the fairy world is the demon world. The human world is the weakest of the three realms.

Yan Mo's pupils followed the fluttering movement of her eyelashes: "Would you like to wait?"

Wan He suddenly felt short of breath, wait?

How long to wait?

Wait until the end, what is the result?

"Master, do you want your disciple to find his past life?"

Yan Mo hesitated, he didn't know!

"Master, do you want your disciple to get back his past life? Do you want him to become the same person in his previous life, or do you want him to inherit the abilities of his previous life?"

Yan Mo was thinking carefully about Wan He's words.

Wan He: "If you become the same person in the previous life, what about this life?

Does Xiao Qi in this life not count?

Xiaoqi in this life is also a very vivid person, right?

If you just want Xiaoqi to inherit the skills from his previous life, it's okay, Master, you can wait.

Give Xiao Qi some time, I will definitely be even more powerful than my previous life! "

Yan Mo shook his head slowly: "I don't wish for anything, I only respect your true choice.

I thought what you said to the sexy fox in Dongyue Lake was what bothered you. I thought you were looking for..."

"So, what's in this?

Earth soul or life soul? " Wan He interrupted Yan Mo's words and looked sideways at Yang Ahe who was quietly staying by his ear.

From the first sight of Yang Ah Box, a familiar feeling lingers in my heart. Along with the departure of a loved one, infinite regret, and deep sorrow, a complex feeling of nostalgia for home is born.

And Yang Ah He seemed to sense the aura of his old friend. It trembled and emitted a low buzz, urging, cheering, welcoming, and waiting for her to open it.

"Earth Soul!"

Yan Mo stretched out his hand, flicked his fingertips, and the Yang A box made a sound of turning.

"Click click click"

Just like the second hand, approaching the final mark little by little, an important moment is approaching little by little.

"Earth soul?"

Wan He laughed, the earth soul had been bound by Songzhi, but he only had the earth soul?

She thought that a Yang A box should carry more, but it only contained a ray of earth soul.

Anti-aircraft guns have been used to fight mosquitoes for three hundred years.

"You don't have to worry. Recovering your soul and who you become are two different things. It all depends on your choice.

No one can force you to do things you don’t want to do or be someone you don’t want to be.

This time, I will always protect you! "I do not care who you are!

Yan Mo circled his fingers, and the golden earth soul slowly turned into a wisp of smoke, surrounding Wan He's body.

This time, Yan Mo didn't say "teacher" or "my deity", he said "I".

Wan He pursed her lips, really worried that if the earth soul entered her body, she would become A Luo, become A Luo. How should she face Yan Mo, and what would Yan Mo think of her?

"Master, you don't think I was a lover in my previous life, do you?"

Yan Mo raised his eyes and met her gaze. He was confused for a moment. He had heard Wan He explain the meaning of love brain before, so he suddenly smiled.

"Love brain is a thinking mode in which only love is in the mind, ignoring facts, ignoring established external factors, abandoning everything, and putting love first.

Once you fall in love, put all your energy and thoughts on love and the person you like.

Are you? "

Wan He really thought about it seriously. If she wasn't, was that Zi Xi?

That must not be the case. Although Zi Xi liked Bai Yuan, she never let down her people and gave up the slightest bit of wilderness because of this love.

Instead, he finally chose to die in front of Bai Yuan, using his own death to kidnap Bai Yuan for the rest of his life and protect the wilderness for thousands of years. How can this be considered a love brain?

Isn't it true that love means offering the wilderness with both hands?

Why are you talking about dying for your country?

Zixi never chooses love.

On the contrary, how Bai Yuan's Shura City disappeared has yet to be verified, and there is no guarantee. It may be Bai Yuan who was really in love with him.

What about Ahluo?

There is a fragment in Aluo's memory that has never been completed, that is, what happened after leaving Qingqiu, and how he was injured before going to Qingqiu, has always been blank.

Her eyes paused, now that Yan Mo has said it this way, the return of her soul, the retrieval of her memories, and who she becomes is all up to her.

He would never force her to do something she didn't want to do or be someone she didn't want to be. If someone caused trouble because of her choice, Yan Mo would always stand behind her.

With such a strong backing, why should you hesitate?

Wan He slowly raised his hands, his eyes fixed on Yan Mo, his expression calm: "Then, let it come back..."

She wants to know what happened back then?

The pale golden light disappeared between the eyebrows for an instant, and a painful groan exploded in her mind, making Wan He's scalp numb, followed by heavy heartache, and the feeling of despair infected her whole body.

"Aluo--do you think I brought you something?"

Standing outside the fence was a man with a tall figure, a cool and dignified temperament, and a full moonlight gesture. His smile was like a spring breeze, his eyebrows were as affectionate and deep as the mountains in the distance, and his long eyelashes were thick, which actually gave him a bit of sentimentality in spring and autumn. .

The girl in the red maple skirt turned around and just looked at him and felt that whatever she brought was good.

The man took out a handful of peach branches from behind, with budding flower buds on them: "When I have time, I will plant peach blossoms outside this fence!"

He took the woman's hand and walked into the room. He inserted the flower branches into the vase, collected the spring water, and placed it by the window.

Then he saw the painting on the table, which was him who had not finished the painting.

"Are you painting me?"

The woman generously picked up the painting and compared it with him: "Why aren't they very similar?"

The man paused slightly, looked hastily for a moment, and said with a faint smile: "It's nothing, but it looks very similar!"

At this time, Ah Luo was still doubtful: "No, I always feel that something is missing. You are not here, so I can only draw it according to the appearance in my memory. In my memory, your appearance in the Kunlun Snowy Land is always far away.

You rarely smile at me and rarely come to see me, but I know you are always concerned about my situation. You always look at me outside the memory stone, right?

So now, I'm still in a daze, it's all like a dream, when did you fall in love with me?

Or are you not really Amo at all? "