[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

As Shi Nian's expression gradually turned sinister and ferocious, the surroundings became hazy again. Tang San immediately controlled the Blue Silver Grass to form a layer of circling defense around his body, but he was surprised to find that the Blue Silver Grass around him gradually disappeared, and even Meng Jiang, who was clearly being protected behind him, also Gone.

This made Tang San confused, and then he was taken advantage of by the illusion. The surrounding scene gradually became clear, and it turned out to be a ghost.

In the fantasy, Meng Jiang is walking in the vast ocean paved with silver sand, with the blazing sun above his head.

She stepped on the soft sand step by step, the water bag in her waist was empty, her originally soft lips were chapped and peeled, and sweat slid down the lines of her cheeks and into the skirt of her clothes.

She had never seen such a dry environment since she was growing up on an island. But Meng Jiang had to travel thousands of miles from Penglai to Mingjiao, just to find the person who dared to let her go, and to ask him if he still remembered his promise to pick her up on the day he was born.

She had kept this promise for ten years, from a five-year-old ignorant child to a fifteen-year-old Pingting girl, full of expectations, but in the end she waited for nothing.

So she chose to set off, from the far east to the far west, from the fairy island on the sea to the pure land of the Western Regions.

Her body was extremely dehydrated. She walked for an unknown amount of time. Meng Jiang fell headlong into the long silver sand. When she woke up again, there was the fragrant incense in her nose and exotic music in her ears. She opened her eyes and saw the head above her head. The hooded woman from the Western Region smiled at her, a strand of blond hair peeking out from the hood and resting on her thin shoulders.

"Ah, Xiaoyu'er finally woke up."

It's a very strange accent.

The woman's name was Jialan, and it was she who rescued Meng Jiang. Meng Jiang asked Jialan where Muchito was, but Jialan said he didn't know this person.

"Let's do this. I'll take you to see the Saint and ask the Saint to help you find someone." Jialan pulled her, her slightly hoarse and unique voice full of reverence for the Saint.

The Holy Tomb Mountain is very high, and the mountain road is winding and steep. There are Mingjiao disciples guarding every section. Jialan and Meng Jiang walked on this road and saw each other greeting the guards familiarly.

Meng Jiang also saw many pilgrims and prayers, kneeling down at the foot of the mountain to worship Ming Zun and pray for Ming Zun’s blessing.

She couldn't help but imagine that Muchito, like the people she met, believed devoutly in Mingzun and used a pair of scimitars in his hands to protect the clear holy fire in his heart and the light in the world.

They rode on camels and passed by a group of practicing disciples. The holy words shone brightly in the night, and the face of the statue was pure and compassionate. Later, Meng Jiang met Lu Yan'er, the saint of the Ming sect, in the Stream of the Past.

Lu Yan'er was surrounded by a group of Persian cats. She fed the cats the dried fish she brought from Penglai and asked Lu Yan'er about the whereabouts of Muchito.

"Muchito? It seems that our Ming Cult does not have this person." The saint said.

"How is it possible?!" Meng Jiang said anxiously, "Muchito is really a member of the Ming Cult. How could he lie to me? Saint, please think about it again. Like me, he has curly black hair and a high nose. He has one blue eye and one gold eye. He cannot see, but he does not look like a blind man at all. He is particularly good at using scimitars. Oh yes, he can also use holy fire."

Such a familiar description really reminded Lu Yan'er of a person, but...

"I remember that there is a person who matches your description, but that person is not named Muchito, but Luojia. He is the Holy Fire Messenger of our Ming Cult and the most pious Ming Zi under Ming Zun."

"Then where is Luo Jia?" Meng Jiang asked.

"Luojia... left ten years ago. No one knows where he went."

Ten years ago...that was when Muchito sent Meng Jiang to Penglai.

With disbelief, Meng Jiang said goodbye to Jialan, who had repeatedly tried to stay, and went to the Central Plains to look for Muchito. This search lasted another ten years.

In the past ten years, she has already transformed from initial expectations to resentment of being abandoned. Perhaps from the beginning, Muchito sent her to Penglai just to get rid of her. The so-called agreement was deception and lies from beginning to end.

In the past ten years, all the sufferings Meng Jiang suffered have become the nourishment of hatred, prompting the tree to grow and grow from the rotting corpses.

How many decades can a person's life last? She spent ten years waiting and another ten years searching. For that agreement, Meng Jiang spent her short life until she died at the age of twenty-six.

In this illusion, Meng Jiang repeated everything she had experienced in her previous life over and over again, but because her mental power was far beyond her years, she knew very well that it was all fake.

But precisely because it was fake, Meng Jiang was extremely angry.

This time, the malice condensed faster than before. In the illusion, the black evil thoughts turned into reality, devouring the surrounding illusions. The evil thoughts that would have turned Meng Jiang back became her most powerful attack. The illusions were cracked, like a dilapidated old wall, which had withstood the passage of time and wind and rain, and was crumbling.

At the same time, the holy fire that burned the evil in the world swept forward more violently than ever before, and the pain of being burned by the flames was magnified ten times in the broken illusion. Meng Jiang almost fainted from the pain almost immediately, but the reason she didn't faint was because she thought Tang San was still trapped in the illusion.

His body collapsed and he scratched traces on the ground with his fingers, so hard that his nails opened. Bai Zhi's fingers, which were originally slender, were now bloody and bloody.

The illusion was quickly swallowed up by evil thoughts, and Shi Nian's figure originally hidden behind the illusion appeared with a face full of astonishment.

At this moment, a very thin black light shot out from the side of Meng Jiang, aiming directly at Shi Nian, who had already appeared.

"You, go, die!" With one word, Meng Jiang suddenly raised her head, and the evil thoughts swallowed up Shi Nian with her will. Some blurry faces flew out from the black mist that turned into substance. Tear off the flesh and blood of years in one bite.

The poison of Tang San's King of Hell stickers and the bite of Meng Jiang's evil thoughts killed Shi Nian almost instantly, causing the seventy-two-level soul saint to die in the hands of two soul sects without even saying a word. .

"A Jiang, A Jiang!" Tang San, who escaped from the illusion, finally got rid of the nightmare that Meng Jiang was about to be insulted, but the scene in front of him was not much better than in the illusion, "A Jiang, your hand?!"

He knelt on the ground, held the fallen Meng Jiang in his arms, and carefully held Meng Jiang's hands regardless of his overstretched soul power.

The originally clean and beautiful fingers were now in terrible shape, and the wounds were covered with mud.

"A Jiang, don't cry. I'll clean your wound. If it hurts, bite me." Tang San took out a piece of longzhi leaf and stuffed it into Meng Jiang's mouth, then took out strong liquor and poured it on her fingers, rinsing them away little by little. The marl on top. Then he will tear off a thin strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes and wrap the nails of each finger.

Meng Jiang only realized that he was crying when Tang San spoke, with tears streaming down his face. The torture inflicted on her in the fantasy was actually greater mentally than physically. The fear of being abandoned and self-loathing far outweighed the pain of being burned by the holy fire.

Therefore, she would cry when repeating those past events, but she could remain silent when Tang San helped her treat her wounds.

She has always been good at holding back pain.

The ten fingers are wrapped with cloth strips, and the sensitivity is naturally reduced a lot. Meng Jiang was silent as he watched Shi Nian turn into a puddle of black water. The black mist next to it still existed, clinging to the surrounding trees and weeds. In an instant, these vegetations had withered and turned yellow.

Taking a deep breath, she took back the evil thoughts of these entities and struggled silently, trying to escape.

"Be good, be good." Tang San hugged her even tighter and comforted her, "No matter what it was just now, A Jiang will always be A Jiang."

He could feel the evil of the black mist, and saw the mist being released and retracted by Meng Jiang, and he was even more aware of the other party's panic and escape at this time.

But that was never what Tang San cared about. He just felt bad for letting Meng Jiang get hurt again, and the self-blame almost overwhelmed him. How could he care about what Meng Jiang had done and what the mist was.

"Does your finger hurt?" He raised his hand and rubbed the corner of Meng Jiang's eyes, wiping away a glistening teardrop.

"Take care of yourself first." Meng Jiang choked with tears.

With a wry smile, Tang San himself took a piece of Longzhi leaf, and immediately after, he felt a steady stream of internal energy being transported into his body.

Tang San had already overdrawn his soul power when he had just issued the King of Hell's Notice, but Meng Jiang's evil thoughts were only part of the essence she released and would not consume the soul power at all, so she had the strength to help Tang San recover now.

When they had enough strength to return to the academy after adjusting their breath, Meng Jiang and Tang San stood up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a colorful light in the black water that had turned into black water over the years. Meng Jiang pointed there, "What is that?"

Glancing at Meng Jiang worriedly, Tang San went up and carefully took out the thing, "...This is the head soul bone."

Surprised that Shi Nian actually possessed a rare soul bone of extremely high quality, but still worried about Meng Jiang, Tang San didn't take a second look at this treasure that was sought after by countless people, and just put the soul bone into the twenty-four On a bright moonlit night, He and Meng Jiang quickly left this place of right and wrong.

He was worried about Meng Jiang. After sending him back to the dormitory, he applied medicine and bandaged the wound again. His movements were gentle and gentle, and he wished he could replace all the pain caused in the process with his own body.

"Apply medicine every day, and you'll be fine in a few days. Be careful during this period, be careful not to touch the wound, and don't touch the water." Tang San warned softly.

The girl raised her eyes when she heard this: "Aren't you going to ask me something about today's events?"

"Is it necessary?" he asked, "Does Ajaan think that if I know, I will change my attitude towards you?"

"Isn't it possible?" Meng Jiang looked away as if being burned by his burning gaze, "Muchito knows me best, but he still left me behind."

"...No matter how I guarantee it now, A Jiang won't believe it." Tang San knew that Meng Jiang's distrust of him had reached its highest level now, but this distrust was entirely based on her fear of being abandoned for this reason. And life has nothing to do with Tang San himself.

At this time, it was not advisable for him to force Meng Jiang to tell the truth, but it was absolutely unbearable for Tang San to cause a gap between them.

"So, Ah Xiang Jiang can do whatever he wants. If you are willing to say it, but you are afraid that I will run away if you tell me, then do it. You are so much stronger than me, I can't escape." With a gentle smile, Tang San spread his arms His hands made an accommodating gesture that showed no resistance, "If you don't want to say it... but Ajaan is so smart, he must have noticed that I had some guesses about what happened before, so -"

He repeated again: "Ajaan, you can do something to me."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Jiang collapsed instantly, and tears burst down his face.

——This is Tang San's choice, to break and then to stand.