Feng Yun returned from the dream again, blinked his eyes, stretched his waist, and felt like he had a good night's sleep and was in good spirits.

"I always felt that in the dream just now, in addition to the fragrance of tea, I also smelled a very familiar fragrance...... but I couldn't remember what kind of smell it was, and after thinking for a while to no avail, Feng Yun stopped thinking about it.

He looked back at the people below, some of the people who came after him had already reached the third order, Feng Yanli had gone up to the sixth order, and Jiang Lin had only reached the seventh order. "Isn't it all other people's memories in the back, is it so difficult?" Feng Yun muttered to himself, the time he spent in the seventh and eighth orders was very short, and he hadn't even been as long as the first few steps, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he saw that Jiang Lin hadn't caught up.

"Maybe it's my luck? No matter what, after this last hurdle, you can go to the top of the stage. Feng Yun exhaled, ready to take advantage of the good spirit to challenge the last level.

"Hey." Feng Yun climbed the ninth step with some difficulty, and he had accumulated a lot of fatigue from going up the mountain and climbing the cliff before, and his hands and feet were already a little sore at this time.

Taking a breath, he slowly stood still and waited for the last dream.

Sure enough, this time it was a different place, but it was still the memory of that person.

Feng Yun was in a large hall, and there was a white-haired old man sitting on the top, looking at him with a sad face.

"What must have happened?" Feng Yun secretly said in his heart, this headless dream made him scratch his head.

Fortunately, before he could speak, the old man on the seat spoke first: "Jun'er, I called you here because I have something to tell you." ”

Feng Yun replied weakly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Your father, he was in retreat the other day...... Feathered away. ”

Feng Yun didn't understand what the old man meant for a while, and looked at the old man with a blank expression.

The old man thought that Feng Yun couldn't accept it, so he had to explain and comfort: "Over the years, Fang Ran has been too anxious to revitalize the Immortal Feather Sect, but the cultivation is the most taboo for quick success, I have persuaded him several times, but I didn't expect him to go mad during the retreat......"

Feng Yun listened to the old man say the word "Fang Ran", and there was a little tingling in his brain, and finally he reacted when he heard that he had gone mad during the retreat, "It's this person's father......" Thinking of this, Feng Yun felt a burst of grief for no reason, he remembered the kind and kind middle-aged man in the previous dream, and suddenly his heart cramped, and his eyes were full of tears.

Before he could come back to his senses, the dream changed again.

There was a young man standing in front of him, who looked quite unruly, and at this time he patted Feng Yun's shoulder with a sad face and said: "Big brother mourns, I didn't expect the uncle to ......" The young man's voice did not fall, and the picture changed again. Arrived at the library building again, and as soon as Feng Yun arrived this time, he saw that the white-clothed junior sister was standing outside the room waiting.

When the white-clothed junior sister saw Feng Yun appear, she immediately trotted up to meet her.

She was a little cramped, and she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth several times, and finally said, "...... Senior brother, are you okay? ”

Feng Yun's heart was inexplicably full of grief at this time, so he had to show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said honestly: "I'm very uncomfortable. ”

Seeing Feng Yun like this, the junior sister in white was suddenly a little at a loss, and in a hurry, she stepped forward and hugged Feng Yun, obviously the junior sister's figure was far less tall than Feng Yun at this time, but Feng Yun couldn't help but want to rely on her.

The embrace of the junior sister made the suppressed emotions in Feng Yun's heart completely explode, he hugged the junior sister back and cried, choking, trying not to let the painful sound come out of his mouth, and the tears soaked the shoulders of the junior sister in a blink of an eye.

The senior sister in white didn't say anything, but hugged harder.

Before Feng Yun could vent the grief in his heart, the world changed again.

Feng Yun had no choice but to put aside the grief in his heart for the time being, hurriedly wiped the tears on his face, looked around, and found himself standing in front of a door.

"You want me in?" Feng Yun cleaned up his appearance, and only then did he realize that he had "grown up", with a lot of calluses and wounds on his hands, and his body was much stronger.

After tidying up, Feng Yun gently pushed open the door, and his white-clothed junior sister sat inside, Feng Yun found that his heart was beating extremely fast at this time, as if something was about to happen.

"I'm back." The junior sister watched Feng Yun come in, put down the book in her hand, and her expression was very soft. Feng Yun wiped his eyes, and he found that the junior sister at this time was a little clearer, although it was difficult to see her face clearly, she could already roughly see some expressions.

Feng Yun came back to his senses, smiled and replied in a low voice, "Well, I'm back." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the seat opposite his sister and sat down as before. The white-clothed junior sister tilted her head slightly, as if she was a little puzzled, but she didn't say anything, stood up and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Feng Yun as before. It's just that this time he didn't return to his previous seat, but sat next to Feng Yun.

The junior sister sat beside her, Feng Yun smelled the familiar fragrance again, Feng Yun only felt that his face was very hot, he was hugged by the junior sister before, and he didn't care about it, but at this time, when the junior sister sat next to him, he realized that he was so close to her.

"This is the first time I've ever been so close to a girl." Feng Yun said secretly in his heart.

"What's wrong? What did Elder Taishang say? The junior sister's tone was soft, but there seemed to be a hint of worry, which made Feng Yun feel a sense of pity in his heart.

"No, Elder Taishang didn't say anything, just, just said that you were fine." Feng Yun couldn't help but tell a lame lie in a hurry.

But for some reason, the junior sister actually buried her head, Feng Yun secretly said that it was not good, could it be that she showed her stuffing?

Feng Yun hurriedly wanted to explain, but found that a blush appeared above his junior sister's neck.

The white-clothed junior sister slowly raised her head, her expression was a little shy, and her pale red face made Feng Yun want to love.

Looking at Feng Yun who was getting closer and closer, the junior sister closed her eyes shyly, and when she saw this situation, Feng Yun closed her eyes and kissed them.

However, before Feng Yun could savor the warmth on his lips, a burst of coldness suddenly came from his chest and abdomen, and he immediately felt that his clothes were soaked with warm liquid.

Feng Yun looked down incredulously, and a dagger was stabbing between his chest and abdomen, and he only felt that the sky was spinning in an instant.

He couldn't help but say, "Xue Lan? Speaking of which, Feng Yun was also stunned, and a chill rose down his spine to the back of his head.

"I—How would I know her name?"

Feng Yun looked at the white-clothed junior sister again, and at this time, the white-clothed junior sister's face became clearer and clearer, and her eyebrows and eyes could already be seen.

The eyes were hollow, like puppets.

After a while, the blur on the junior sister's face disappeared, and Feng Yun finally saw the junior sister's face clearly, which was not extremely beautiful, but a little cold, but it made Feng Yun very nostalgic.

Feng Yun's mind instantly became blank as Senior Sister's clear face appeared, and then countless pictures and voices emerged from the depths.

"Your father, he feathered away during retreat the other day."

"Big brother's day mourning."

"Haha, congratulations to Wang Daoyou."

"Today is also a great joy for you."

"Big brother, are you still satisfied with this great gift I gave?"

"Don't you already know what to expect?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't marry you."

……

"Ahh Feng Yun let out a dull roar, and at this time, his head was swollen, and countless memories poured into his mind in an instant.

After a while, he was relieved, he had returned to reality, and he was kneeling on the ground, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He gasped heavily, the pain in his head subsided, but he was in a daze.

Suddenly there was an extra memory in his mind, and although it was intermittent, it was so familiar, as if he had experienced it himself. “…… Am I Wang Jun? I'm Feng Yun? He whispered a murmur that no one heard.

At this time, Feng Yanli below was climbing the eighth step where Jiang Lin was, and as soon as he turned over half of his body, he heard Feng Yun's roar of pain, and when he looked up, he saw Feng Yun kneeling on the ground in pain, and couldn't help shouting at Feng Yun: "Feng Yun! What's wrong? Are you okay! ”

Feng Yun was awakened by Feng Yanli's shout, and raised his head, now he seemed to have just been seriously ill, his face was pale, his hair was also wet with sweat, and some of the dyeing potions at the ends of his hair were also washed off by sweat to reveal a little white.

“…… It's okay. Feng Yuncai realized that his voice was so hoarse, he slowly stood up, panting weakly, and shook his head gently towards Feng Yanli.

Feng Yanli glanced at Feng Yun worriedly, he couldn't help Feng Yun here, seeing that Feng Yun signaled that he was fine, he had to say again: "Then you be careful, don't force it." ”

After speaking, climb the steps and meet your own test.

Feng Yun sorted out his thoughts, things were too strange and he was a little overwhelmed, but one thing was certain.

"I'm Feng Yun." After saying this to himself gently, Feng Yun looked at the people below who were still working hard, and wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, there are more important things to be done now.

He walked to the last step and jumped slightly, trying to hold it with his hands, but he failed several times in succession, and he was so weak that he had no strength to hold his body.

Sitting on the ground and resting for a while, he gritted his teeth, jumped up again, gathered all his strength on his arms, successfully supported his body, his hands trembled, he moved his body upwards with difficulty, and then lifted his right leg to climb the steps, and finally rolled into the steps with all his strength.

He finally came up, Feng Yun was lying on the top floor of the high platform at this time, his whole body had no strength at all, and the double exhaustion of his body and spirit almost swallowed him, he looked at the middle of the top floor, his eyelids were full of sweat so that he couldn't see clearly, and only vaguely saw a middle-aged man sitting there dressed in black and white, and the style was also different from Zhang Shi's robe, as if he was reading a book, and there was a boy waiting next to him.

Seeing the middle-aged man reading leisurely here, Feng Yun couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn." Then he fainted.

The middle-aged man also felt that someone had climbed to the top floor, turned his head to look at Feng Yun, closed the book and stood up, and walked towards Feng Yun.

The boy followed him, holding a roster in his hand.

The middle-aged man walked up to Feng Yun with a smile, squatted down, and checked Feng Yun's pulse.

After a while, the smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, and there was some confusion and some unhappiness in his expression.

"Turn over this son's roster."

Seeing that his master's face was not good, the boy glanced at Feng Yun's waist card and quickly flipped through the roster in his hand.

"There it is! This person's name is Feng Yun. The boy said as he handed the roster to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man picked up the roster and began to check, "Feng Yun, born in the Longyan Kingdom of Kunyu, has an innocent background, but he was killed by Yin Death and resentment when he was a child, and he was devoured by the body ......" At the end of the introduction, a sentence was written: "The qualifications are extremely poor, and I can't refine qi." Seeing this, the middle-aged man frowned, which was the same as the result of his pulse diagnosis just now.

He was about to get angry, "Who led such an uncultivated waste into the Lingtai Sect!" But I saw a name written at the bottom of the roster - Zhang Shi.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, thinking about the changing situation in the sect over the years, and his frowning brows finally relaxed.

"Since it's Senior Brother Huang's senior apprentice, I won't say anything." After that, the middle-aged man sighed, "Hey, I thought I had a chance to get a good disciple who could pass the Psychic Illusion Array...... Life is also life. ”

The middle-aged man looked towards the audience, overlooking the people who were still working hard, glanced at Jiang Lin and Feng Yanli, who were in the second and third places, flipped through the roster, shook his head and nodded slightly, walked to the table and chair in the center, took out a piece of paper and raised his hand to write down the results and pressed it with a paperweight.

After doing everything, the middle-aged man waved his sleeves, and the four array stones at the four corners of the high platform automatically flew up, and finally landed in the brocade bag on the man's waist, and everyone on the ladder returned to reality in an instant, dazed.

I only heard the middle-aged man say loudly: "The results of the Longmen Examination have been released, so you are waiting here for the arrival of the deacon." Then he took the boy and drifted away.

Feng Yun was the only one left, still dreaming on the top of the stage.