Qingxu Valley at noon is not as lively as other places. The layers of forests cover the sky and hide the bright sunshine from far away.

Very few rays of light pass through the gaps in the forest. Because the sun halo is very faint, it is now filtered by the leaves, leaving only vague shadows. Not only can it not illuminate the valley, but it adds a sense of ambiguity.

Gently open the window, you can see a bird timidly perched on a branch.

The round body suddenly moved, accompanied by the rustling of the branches and leaves, and under the shaking of the branches, a leaf slowly fell down. It was not

until he caught a glimpse of the yellow leaves that Wen Hemian suddenly realized that autumn had arrived.

Qingxu Valley has always been quiet, with few outsiders coming to disturb it, but today there were several hurried footsteps. He looked up suddenly and saw a familiar shadow.

The disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect all knew that Elder Jiangxing had lived in Qingxu Valley for a long time and had listed this place as a forbidden area.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, most people are probably not out of awe or fear. The most important reason is sympathy for the fall of a genius.

And Wen Hemian hates sympathy the most.

If it were in the past, this kind of emotion would never be shown to him.

He used to be so proud, but something unexpected happened in the battle between immortals and demons. Whenever he met the eyes of others who wanted to say something but stopped, he would feel extremely annoyed.

Such eyes clearly told him without any concealment that Wen Hemian had become a useless waste.

Although this was indeed the truth.

Fortunately, Qingxu Valley was sparsely populated, so he didn't have to care about other people's eyes. Until now, only the elders and a few old friends in the sect were still willing to keep in touch with Wen Hemian.

... and a strange little girl.

And today, they all appeared in front of his house.

Wen Hemian was stunned.

"Oh, Senior Brother Wen! How could it be such a coincidence that we meet today!"

Tian Xianzi looked up and saw him, and smiled foolishly without any manners of an elder: "We are in sync! Come, come, let me introduce you, this is my little disciple Ningning - remember that piece of Lingshu fairy grass? She picked it!"

Ningning had come here many times to make trouble before, and now being brought to Wen Hemian by her master in person, she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

She felt the other party's surprised gaze, and tried to pretend to be righteous and strong, and looked into the eyes of the weak young man: "Hello, Elder Jiangxing."

"Ningning was seriously injured in the Demon Refining Tower. After returning from Luancheng, she recuperated alone for a long time, so it was not until today that we brought her to see you."

Ji Yunkai had to raise his head desperately to look at him. Even if he put on a serious expression, there was no dignified look on his face as pink as a white dumpling.

He coughed lightly and said: "Thanks to her bringing the Lingshu Immortal Grass, now in order to heal your body, the only medicinal material needed is the Solitary Moon Lotus."

Wen Hemian's eyes flickered, and his eyes fell quietly on the face of the little girl not far away.

When she was walking with the uncles and aunts beside her, she was much quieter and more obedient than the previous times.

He could also clearly feel that the immaturity and ignorance between Ning Ning's eyebrows gradually faded, and she had a bit more hidden sharpness. Compared with the girl who used to do things recklessly, she was more like a swordsman who was becoming more mature.

He secretly followed the progress of the Ten Dharma Assembly. Since the end of the assembly, he often waited in the forest where they had met before.

Unfortunately, Wen Hemian never waited for Ning Ning's shadow. Instead, he got news from Tian Xianzi, claiming that a young disciple got the Lingshu Immortal Grass in the Demon Refining Tower and was willing to give it to him for free.

He just thought that the girl's excitement had worn off and that she had lost interest in a

useless man like him. He never thought that she was the disciple who sacrificed her life to obtain the immortal grass. It was like being played a trick by fate, and the depression in his heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Perhaps it was because of this that when Wen Hemian and Ningning looked at each other, he unconsciously felt a little more embarrassed, as if he was being spoiled.

"...Thank you."

Wen Hemian was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Wen has no special skills, I don't know how to repay you--"

"Stop, stop, stop! There is no need to be so polite between us!"

Tian Xianzi made a pause gesture, and the previous sentence was still righteous. When he spoke again, his tone softened instantly: "Brother, to be honest, we do have a favor to ask of you. This can only be done by you, no one else can do it."

Wen Hemian himself did not believe a word of this.

His sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and his cultivation was close to zero. Not causing trouble to others was better than building a seven-story pagoda. How could there be something in the world that could only be done by him?

However, Tianxianzi was so confident and mysterious that he said, "It's a long story." Wen Hemian had no choice but to invite everyone into the house and listen to him while making tea.

"During the Ten Dharma Conference, a strange thing happened in the Demon Refining Tower - you can watch this video."

While he was talking, Zhenxiao took out a mysterious mirror from his storage bag. The mirror glowed dimly and the scene of Pei Ji's possession of the devil appeared on that day.

In the picture, black clouds were pressing down and black dragons were raging. Pei Ji was entangled by heavy demonic energy. Ningning used the sword light to dispel the demonic breath, and then there was a tide of beasts. Bai Ye stood in front of the two.

Wen Hemian read the whole story carefully, and heard Ji Yunkai's voice: "Xiao Wen, do you feel something is wrong?"

"The boy next to her has evil spirit, so it is natural that the beasts attacked."

He nodded and replied softly: "Later, the evil spirit dissipated, and the beasts should not continue to target them, but..."

But that was not the case.

The beasts were still rushing towards her and Pei Ji. If Bai Ye hadn't been there to protect them, they would have died long ago.

"That's the problem."

Tianxianzi sighed, "We thought Pei Ji was the only source of the beast tide, but from what happened later, besides him, Ningning is also a moving target for the group of monsters." Wen Hemian's eyes

paused.

"That doesn't make sense."

The young man in white frowned, his tone more urgent than before. His voice was as clear as sweet spring water, and he spoke faster, causing his throat to itch. He coughed softly and said, "Only demonic energy can attract monsters. She is just an ordinary cultivator, and it shouldn't be like this."

"That's why we need your help."

Ji Yunkai took a sip of hot tea, and his mouth couldn't stop chewing all the time. He began to chew the leaves picked from the tree outside the house.

"Although Ning Ning is an ordinary person, she said that before the Demon Refining Tower was opened, someone replaced the fairy spring used by Pei Ji for healing with a corrosive poison containing demonic energy. She was careless and the bottle of water splashed on her legs."

This was the most puzzling thing for Ning Ning. Until the end of the Ten Dharma Conference, the culprit for replacing the fairy spring was not found.

At that time, she was injured by the potion. Although she saw a trace of demonic energy in the water, she just thought it was a necessary ingredient in the poison and did not think much about it.

As for who replaced the fairy spring, she and Pei Ji naturally thought that someone was dissatisfied with his demon bloodline and made a move -

but now it seems that it is not that simple at all.

"The Herb Hall later conducted a thorough investigation and found that the magic energy in the bottle was very unusual. After it entered Ningning's body, she became a hot commodity in the eyes of the monsters, emitting strong magic energy at any time."

Ji Yunkai continued, "It's similar to a magic incense. Even if she just stands there motionless, she can have a strong attraction to the monsters."

He said it bluntly, and Wen Hemian was so smart that he immediately understood the deep meaning behind his words.

The potion was eventually applied to Ningning by some strange coincidence, but according to the original plan of the mastermind, it should have hurt Pei Ji.

Once Pei Ji is infected with the poison and enters the Demon Refining Tower, he will not only have to endure the surging demonic energy, but will also be surrounded by many demons and drowned by their dense demonic breath.

For him, it is undoubtedly a huge torture.

"If the potion is used on Pei Ji, then by then, it will not be just the demon in his heart that is trapping him."

Tian Xianzi made a decisive conclusion: "The only possible outcome is that the demonic energy will surge and devour his mind, turning him into an evil demon who does not recognize his relatives and only knows how to kill."

By then, not only will the demon beasts suffer, but it is estimated that none of the sect disciples who are traveling with him will survive.

The atmosphere in the room gradually solidified. Wen Hemian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Is it the work of the demons behind this?"

Tian Xianzi did not answer but asked: "I wonder if senior brother still remembers the strange changes in the ancient woods in Xiaochong Mountain?"

Seeing the other party nod, he said again: "Now the demonic energy has dissipated. The ancient tree has grown for a thousand years. If there was no human interference, how could it suddenly become possessed by the demon overnight? The most thought-provoking point is the source of the sudden changes in the forest--"

Wen Hemian lowered his eyelashes and replied in a deep voice: "It was a disciple named 'Pei Ji' who approached the ancient tree."

Immediately, sudden changes occurred, and countless disciples of the immortal sect suffered a disaster.

"Perhaps at that time, someone tried to use him to achieve a certain purpose."

Ji Yunkai said leisurely: "It's a pity that Ning Ning risked her life to rescue Pei Ji from the sea of ​​trees and ruined their plan - and then there was the Ten Dharma Conference this time."

He chuckled as he spoke, as if he found it interesting: "They certainly never expected that they would be messed up by Ning Ning again."

Now everything is calm, but if there were not so many coincidences, the situation would have become out of control.

Wen Hemian pondered for a while: "What is their purpose in doing this?"

"We can't figure it out."

Tian Xianzi laughed bitterly from his throat: "The only thing we can be sure of is that the demons are already ready to move and have set up plans in secret."

No one spoke for a while.

Ning Ning sat obediently on the wooden chair. When he mentioned the demons, her mind could not help but recall the memory of the war between immortals and demons.

There were many demons. In addition to the demon soldiers who were keen on war and killing, there were also civilians with shallow cultivation who did not participate in the war.

All creatures have spirits, so it is naturally impossible for the cultivation world to wipe them out. In order to prevent the evil demons from entering the world, after slaughtering all the demon kings and demon lords, a large formation was set up at the entrance of the demon realm to block the communication between the human and demon worlds.

It is worth mentioning that the place where the formation is located is exactly where Luo Yuanming encountered the demon cultivators and practiced the soul-refining technique.

An endless desert.

"The formation may have a flaw. If you want to find out, you must go to the source of the formation."

Ji Yunkai stared into the young man's clear eyes and told him word by word: "Countless monks died in the decisive battle. Those who set up the formation and knew the desert well... now only you are left."

"We won't force you. It's all up to you to decide."

He spoke slowly, with every word being extremely clear, and with a resolute force: "The demons have entered the world, the desert is dangerous, will you go or not?"

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"Then what? Did Elder Wen agree to go with us?"

He Zhizhou stuffed a mouthful of sweet and sour eggplant into his mouth, squinting his eyes in happiness and twisting his body: "This eggplant is amazing! How did Pei Ji's hands grow? They can be selected as a national first-class treasure! Today, I will also dance 360 ​​degrees on the spot for Junior Brother Pei's cooking skills!"

Ningning's back was numb when she heard his flattery, and she made a gesture of surrender: "Be normal-he didn't give us a definite answer, saying that he had to calm down and think about it carefully."

She could roughly understand Wen Hemian's thoughts.

He had abandoned himself for so many years, and had already formed an unbreakable shell in Qingxu Valley. Coupled with the inferiority complex that he had cultivated over the years, how could he just leave.

It is said that the formation in the desert is called "Two Instruments Dust Formation", which is based on the flesh and blood of several monks and has been condensed for a long time.

Once the formation is formed, an insurmountable barrier separates the demon realm from humans. Now the demons are faintly showing signs of chaos, and the only possible explanation is that there is something wrong with the formation.

However, they have no evidence and everything is based on speculation, so it is impossible to mobilize a large force to go to the desert this time. Only Tianxianzi and several disciples will go with him.

In order to thank the grandmother who took him in, Meng Ju temporarily stayed in Luancheng to help Qiu Baishuang clean up the red street and slums; Zheng Weiqi went out to subdue demons and could not come back, so the only candidates who could go were Ningning, Pei Ji, Lin Xun and He Zhizhou.

These people are all still young, and both the desert and the demon clan are new and exciting to them.

Especially Lin Xun and He Zhizhou, their righteousness was aroused. When Xiao Bailong heard the news, his face flushed with excitement, and his back was as straight as a bamboo board: "Thank you, Master! I will definitely do a good job!"

The senior brothers and sisters are so excellent, he can't always live under the care of others.

He will definitely work super hard!

As for this moment.

Tian Xianzi has always loved to be lively, and he casually proposed to have a meal with everyone to boost morale the night before the trip. Most of them can only cook melons, and at Ning Ning's instigation, Pei Ji served as the chef.

Except for her, the others didn't know that Pei Ji could actually cook. He Zhizhou and Tianxianzi, two poor ghosts, ate so much that they cried and called him "God of Cooking" with tears in their eyes

. Lin Xun's eyes also lit up, claiming that he had found the taste of the delicacies on the jade plate in the Dragon Palace. He almost couldn't help but called him "nanny" by reflex.

The group of people talked about everything while eating. Tianxianzi, as a very unreliable master, even brought a few bottles of precious wine.

After that -

Pei Ji frowned when he thought of this.

He didn't remember what happened after that very clearly. It should be that everyone went back to their rooms after drinking some wine. He had a low alcohol tolerance, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, he closed his eyes exhausted.

If I remember correctly, he should have fallen asleep.

Then why... was his mind still thinking vaguely?

His body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire from which he couldn't extricate himself. Pei Ji tried to open his eyes.

All he could see was shattered light, hazily scattered everywhere. His ears were also unclear. Countless fragmented noises were infinitely stretched, piercing straight into the brain through the eardrums and mixed into a ball.

His scattered vision gradually gathered, and he looked up in a half-asleep state, and saw black hair flowing down like water, and the girl's face as white as the moon.

Just seeing that face, his heart began to beat wildly.

It turned out that he was dreaming at this moment.

The girl who haunted his dreams was sitting on his lower abdomen.

The light and shadow that wandered like ghosts intertwined and overlapped, passing through her profile and nose tip in turn, and finally came to her slender neck with smooth lines. Further down, there was a surging dark color.

Pei Ji originally did not dare to look down.

But the dream was completely out of control, and his sight fell silently, as if the dark color had become a deep cliff or whirlpool.

She was roughly covered by a light white thin shirt, and she was only wearing this piece of clothing. Pei Ji recognized it at a glance. It was the one he put on Ning Ning at night when the autumn wind was cold today.

It was obviously too big and slid down from her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone and the round shoulders of a girl.

Below the collarbone was a piece of soft and white skin, which was then half-covered and half-exposed by the light clothes.

She supported her hands on his chest and clasped her legs together. The sudden force turned into a trickle of warm current, causing a burning restlessness like fire.

Pei Ji knew it was a dream.

While he was disgusted with this kind of dirty thoughts that could not be seen in the light, all his thoughts were melted by her spring-like eyes, and he fell deeper and deeper.

He was really terrible.

"Pei Ji."

She called his name with a smile, and the voice seemed to come from a place very far away and very close, which made him feel dazed for a moment: "Pei Ji."

Her voice was soft and tender, and it melted away as soon as it touched the eardrum, spreading into a sweet fragrance with the scent of gardenia.

Before Pei Ji could react, he suddenly saw her leaning down, opening her red lips and holding his Adam's apple.

Just like Ning Ning had done before.

He heard the girl's slow breathing, like a vine gradually entwining him, and his heart was suffocated a little by her movements.

As if in response, Pei Ji in the dream reached out and held her slender waist.

Too soft.

Like holding a pool of water, not touching the bones, the soft and tender flesh seemed like it would flow out from the fingers if he wasn't careful. The thin shirt rose and fell with her breathing, his palms were hot, and he pinched it with all his strength.

Then the bright almond eyes were instantly covered with mist, she looked up and looked at him, her red lips trembling slightly, and she let out a faint breath that was barely audible.

Pei Ji kissed her, and with a little force in his palm, the girl fell softly to the side.

He leaned over, resting his knees on her trembling waist, shrouding her in shadow.

The thin shirt had slipped down at some point.

All the senses were infinitely magnified. Dark

clouds gradually surged up without a word, biting the clear and white moonlight in the sky. The moon moved timidly and was swallowed up bit by bit by it.

In the quiet night, sparse shadows surged, faint fragrances wafted, and white smoke blurred the vision.

The turbid clouds became thicker and thicker, swallowing the full moon hanging high in the sky. There was no wind, but the new leaves on the branches were trembling slightly.

He was really crazy.

He wanted to touch her.

He wanted to please her as much as he could.

He wanted to keep her by his side and never leave.

His kiss was cautious, going down from the ribs to the girl's white ankles.

At this moment, the lustful black pupils suddenly froze.

What should happen next...

He couldn't imagine. There was

a bang without any warning.

All the scenes in front of him shattered, and clusters of white light exploded. He heard a thudding sound similar to knocking on the door, and a crisp girl's voice.

Ning Ning really called "Pei Ji".

The dream was shattered in an instant.

Pei Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and frowned at the sunlight that came in through the broken window. His unfocused pupils swayed slowly, and he heard a noisy sound outside the door.

"Strange, Junior Brother Pei always gets up the earliest, he wouldn't be still asleep today, right?"

This clear and loud voice should come from He Zhizhou: "Could it be that the meal yesterday made him too tired?"

Then it was Lin Xun's voice that was deliberately lowered: "Senior Brother He, where are you going?"

"Isn't there a seam in the window over there!"

So it didn't take long for Pei Ji to see a big head.

The big head belonging to He Zhizhou was embedded in the half-open window.

Pei Ji: ...

Pei Ji had a blank expression on his face, and for some reason, he pulled the quilt over himself.

"No way, Junior Brother Pei! We are both grown men, why are you so shy?"

He Zhizhou smiled heartlessly as usual, and when he saw him lifting the quilt up, he showed a look of surprise: "My God, why is your face so red?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him came up curiously. He Zhizhou understood and moved aside to make some space for her.

The bright golden light of autumn floated in the air, and the breeze lifted a corner of the curtain. Pei Ji saw Ning Ning's dark eyes.

He was ashamed to see her.

Just like in his dream, she was warm at this moment. When her thin lips opened, he felt dazed and confused as if he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality.

His palm seemed to still retain the touch of water.

Pei Ji's head was hot, and he could hear the heavy heartbeats in his chest, which hurt his chest.

What a wonderful experience.

The desire that was buried deep in her heart, dared not speak out and could not see the light, seemed to be forced to be exposed to the sun. The more unconcealed her smile was, the more despicable he felt.

"Wow - you're really blushing."

Ning Ning also smiled and looked at him, blinking at him, looking at the scenery in the house.

Pei Ji's bedroom was clean and tidy, and it was meticulously taken care of. The only place that could be called "messy" was the bed in the corner.

The bedding and the person under the bedding were both messy and untidy. The boy's long hair was like a waterfall, making his angular face pale.

But there was a rich pink color that spread wantonly, all over the corners of the eyes, the side of the face and the neck, until it sank into the depths of the messy lapels.

Feeling her gaze, Pei Ji subconsciously exerted force on his fingers clenched on the quilt, and lowered his head almost like a wolf.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Ning was amused by this action and laughed out loud. She raised her hand and knocked on the window: "We are all fellow disciples, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, don't be shy."

He Zhizhou replied seriously: "Junior Brother Lin Xun and I can be ignored, but you, after all, are a girl, so he should be more reserved."

Ning Ning turned her head and looked at him quickly: "It's not like I haven't seen Pei Ji just wake up before--"

She gritted her teeth and stopped talking halfway. When she looked into the room again, her face was also slightly red: "Hurry up and get up, we should set off."

Fortunately, she didn't know anything, otherwise he would be ashamed to death.

Pei Ji took a deep breath, his voice was extremely hoarse, it was the indifference of being burned by fire: "Yeah."

He was calm enough.

The most urgent thing was to suppress the surging restlessness in his body as soon as possible, so as not to let them notice the slightest clue.

As for this quilt...

The boy's eyes became darker, and he lowered his eyelashes to hide the shadow flowing in his dark eyebrows.

Burn it as soon as possible before anyone finds out.

Cut off the descendants and grind the bones to ash.