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The word "marriage" crossed his ears, and Song Ruohuai paused, then looked at Gu Yixin's face.

"No."

Gu Yixin likes to wear red. Standing with him, others always look cold.

Xiaobao came over, sat on the stool, held his cheek with his hands and sighed: "Master, do you really like the senior sister like those senior brothers and sisters said?"

Those days in Silent Valley were too long ago, so long ago that when Xiaobao talked about the senior sister, Song Ruohuai's expression did not change, as if he really felt like his past had become dust.

"Little treasure."

The tone contained a warning, but Song Ruohuai's expression did not change.

Xiaobao had no choice but to lower his head and admit his mistake, "I will never talk about senior sister again."

Half asleep and half awake, Gu Yixin turned over and moved a little inside, but there was no sign of waking up.

A faint silver light shrouded the outside of the room, making it impossible for ordinary people to see it.

When he came out of it, Song Ruohuai paused and half-turned his head to glance in the direction of Gu Yixin's bed.

The whole family left the inn and disappeared into the street without a trace.

Before reaching the White Jade Pond, Song Ruohuai suddenly stopped. When he looked carefully, his face was as pale as paper.

The fishy sweetness in his throat overflowed, and he wiped it away as if nothing had happened. The remaining color on his fingertips was eye-catching.

"Owner!"

Xiaobao wanted to step forward to help, but he stopped him and pretended to be nonchalant and said: "It's okay, let's go."

Song Ruohuai forcibly activated the spiritual energy. When the spiritual energy and the demon pill could not coexist, it felt like the body was about to be torn apart.

The two forces collided in the body. If Song Ruohuai hadn't been perseverant enough, he might have exposed his secret in front of Gu Yixin.

Xiaobao approached him without hesitation, his tone was urgent and serious.

"Master, or else you can eat me."

Song Ruohuai suddenly felt a headache and had to explain: "I'm not going to die."

Besides, when he died, he never thought about taking the little treasure and throwing it into the alchemy furnace.

Xiaobao's tears fell instantly. He blamed himself and felt sad. There was nothing he could do to help.

"It's because I'm so useless."

"It's important to find the position."

The boundless spring mountain is true in Guangling City, but there is a formation guarding it outside, and ordinary monks or sect disciples cannot easily detect it.

The boundless spring mountain has no time to open, and the formation is also hidden very secretly.

When entering the city, Song Ruohuai didn't feel anything strange. He was sure that the boundless spring mountain would appear in Guangling.

"Master, why did you hide it from that girl?"

Xiaobao didn't understand his concerns and was only worried about his current injury.

The streets to the south are deserted, with occasional crows crows and dark winds blowing.

Song Ruohuai said as he walked, "Gu Yixin has no pills."

Her Chengying realm is unstable and she has not yet formed an inner elixir. If she dies in the formation...

Song Ruohuai's mood was complicated. He couldn't understand why he didn't dare to think about this scene.

"Xiaobao, you'll transform when I call you later."

Walking to the door of an abandoned house, Song Ruohuai felt numb. His eyes swept over the mottled and peeling word "Zhang Zhai". The bustling scene of the past was no longer replaced by endless desolation.

This is probably what mortals call the vicissitudes of life, and now he has real experience of it.

Xiaobao seemed worried about his condition, "How about we explore the formation again tomorrow?"

"That's too late."

After Song Ruohuai finished speaking, light suddenly passed through the surroundings, and the two people were surrounded in the center.

The word "Zhang Mansion" is radiant again, and everything around it is changing.

Song Ruohuai forcibly suppressed the two forces in her body, and immediately took a step forward, walked up the steps and touched the vermilion door.

Xiaobao followed in his footsteps, following behind him and staring at the door with all his attention.

The released demon power pushed the door open, revealing the scene inside.

The moon hung high above the head, casting a soft light, and a figure in white stood gracefully in front of the house.

Just like his first visit hundreds of years ago, Song Ruohuai at that time was high-spirited and well-known in the world of cultivation, and was a well-deserved genius.

Now that he has returned to the world under his cover, the Zhang family and his old friends are gone.

Time is really helpless, rushing forward like a torrent.

There is no chance for people to stop and stay.

A familiar shadow gradually appeared in front of him. Sitting on a worn-out chair was a young man in purple clothes, holding a shadowless sword in his right hand, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Who wants to break into the formation?"

Xiaobao's eyes widened in shock, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Zhang Yuanying has been dead for hundreds of years, how can he still appear here?

What's more, he is obviously not a monk, and he has never joined any sect.

"The twelve disciples in the Silent Valley are as loose as a locust tree. They want to break the formation and go to the boundless spring mountain. I hope you can teach me."

The shadow has no memory and will only follow its wishes during life. When the Shadowless Sword rises, the surrounding air flow changes slightly.

Zhang Yuanying raised her eyes to look at the visitor without changing her expression, and did not remember who Song Ruohuai was.

"You can't break this formation by yourself."

In one sentence, Song Ruohuai was forced back to a scene hundreds of years ago.

Zhang Yuanying said the same thing at that time, but Zhang Yuanying's face a hundred years ago was full of pride and determination.

Now there is only confusion and confusion on his face. Protecting the boundless spring mountains from being discovered is the mission of the Zhang family and what Zhang Yuanying will carry out after his death.

On a spring day, amidst the swaying apricot blossoms, Zhang Yuanying stood on the tower of Guangling City dressed in purple.

Song Ruohuai stood side by side with him.

"You can't break this formation by yourself."

There was a light white apricot flower on his head, and the cluster of apricot flowers seemed to add a touch of heroism to Zhang Yuanying.

"No, even if the leader of Silent Valley comes, he still won't be able to find the entrance to Boundless Spring Mountain."

where is the entrance

Zhang Yuanying didn't know either. He only remembered his parents' instructions that he should never leave Guangling City in his life.

Song Ruohuai's thoughts retracted, and the Shadowless Sword was already in front of him. If he got closer, it would be a minor case of losing his eyesight, or a serious case of losing his life.

"Where's your weapon?"

Zhang Yuanying looked at his face and saw that this man came to the formation without any weapons.

"Little treasure!"

With a command, Xiaobao suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and entered Song Ruohuai's spiritual platform.

The row of weapons behind Zhang Yuanying was restless and making noise.

The demonic energy overflowing from the demon pill was suppressed by Xiaobao, and the spiritual platform suddenly became comfortable and clear.

A steady stream of spiritual energy poured into it, just like when he was alive hundreds of years ago.

The rusty broadsword flew into Song Ruohuai's hand. When he raised his head again, there was no emotion on his face.

"Today, I must break this formation."

The rusty sword suddenly appeared as new with a cold light after the spiritual energy circulated.

Both sides went all out, and the door of Zhang's Mansion slammed shut. People outside had no way of knowing what happened inside.

Zhang Yuanying made a fatal move. This was his mission. He had no memory and no hold on, and his every move was fatal.

"Even if there is only the last person left in the Zhang family, we must maintain the formation and not let anyone know the truth about the Boundless Spring Mountain."

"Do you remember?"

"Kneel down and swear an oath before your ancestors."

Zhang Yuanying's Shadowless Sword lives up to its name. If you're not careful, you won't be able to see where the sword is.

After a fierce battle, Xiaobao shouted anxiously: "Master, if you don't take action, you will have no chance."

Song Ruohuai hesitated for a moment, the sword glowed with aura and murderous intent, and glanced at Zhang Yuanying, who had a cold expression.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry."

The power of the demon pill came into play, and Zhang Yuanying was caught off guard.

It was too late when he wanted to retreat. The demonic aura shrouded his body. He seemed to be entangled by something, and his eyes were full of fear and panic.

"Go away!"

Zhang Yuanying's painful scream almost made Song Ruohuai lose his mind.

The shadow suddenly showed signs of dissipating, and the Shadowless Sword fell to the ground with a loud roar.

When his consciousness dissipated, Zhang Yuanying's eyes glanced at that person, and the corners of his lips curled up.

There was no time to grieve, and after Zhang Yuanying was reduced to ashes, the entire house underwent tremendous changes.

But within a few breaths, the dilapidated scene in front of him disappeared, and a bright light dazzled his eyes.

Song Ruohuai raised his hand to block it, and when he put it down again, time went back hundreds of years.

"Sister, I also want to go to the sect like you."

Under the bright spring light, a childish voice came from behind the rockery, and Song Ruohuai thought it was him.

He was a little afraid to listen, even if it was an illusion, it was equally unacceptable.

"This sister can't promise you."

Zhang Yuanqi touched her brother's head and took his hand to appear from behind the rockery.

With a bright smile on his face, he looked down at his puzzled brother.

The two of them were walking in the direction of Song Ruohuai, as if they were going to the main hall to listen to their parents' instructions.

Song Ruohuai stood under the willow tree like this, watching the two people leave. He tightened his fingers and looked at the very familiar back without blinking.

His senior sister Zhang Yuanqi.

"Owner?"

Xiaobao's voice happened to appear, and Song Ruohuai reluctantly looked away.

It's important to find the formation eye now. As for the other things... Xiaobao doesn't dare to say more.

Song Ruohuai hung the long knife on the stand, picked up the Shadowless Sword from the ground, and walked inside step by step.

The formations coexist around Guangling City, but no one can find the center of the formation.

In the Zhang family ancestral hall, the door was open and cobwebs were spread all over it. You could vaguely see the spiritual statue standing inside.

He stood at the door and stared at it for a long time before he was willing to take a step inside.

There was thick dust on the table, and no one had been there for who knows how long.

Song Ruohuai put away all his thoughts and scanned the many spiritual tablets one by one.

His eyes were fixed on the spiritual tablet in the corner. The words on the spiritual tablet were proudly written like a rainbow.

He picked up the spiritual tablet, blew away the dust, and revealed his original appearance:

Zhang Yuanying, the seventh generation descendant of the Zhang family.

Touching these words with his fingers, Song Ruohuai murmured: "Things are different and people are not the same."

Song Ruohuai put the spiritual tablets on the table again, walked under the prayer flags at the back, and after swiping his palms, blood gushed out.

The smell of blood made the things hidden in the darkness even more excited. Just when the reason was about to break through, a piano sound suddenly sounded and came from a distance.

After calming down the restless things, Song Ruohuai almost did not hesitate, turned around and shouted towards the sound of the piano: "Senior Sister."

It was empty, no one was staying, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped at this time.

None of this was real, as if he was still immersed in a dream. Song Ruohuai's tone was anxious and he shouted again.

It was still dead silent.

"Who are you looking for?"

An old voice came from the darkness, but its voice was heard but not its person.

"I want to find Zhang Yuanying's body."

Song Ruohuai is the only one who knows the Zhang family's secret, and he wants to confirm something.

Something was crawling in the darkness, and when it smelled blood, its eyes turned scarlet, which looked very scary.

"Zhang Yuanying has been dead for hundreds of years. Didn't you fight with him in the courtyard just now?"

That was Zhang Yuanying taking a ray of his soul and guarding it in the courtyard of the Zhang family.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, ordinary monsters have not dared to approach, and casual cultivators who accidentally broke into it would be killed by the phantom under the Shadowless Sword.

"The Shadowless Sword is here, do you still want to stop it?"

"The Zhang family are all dead. You want to order me with a broken sword? I won't give it."

The agreement with the Zhang family is invalid, and its stay here is just a temporary measure.

"It's okay, I..."

"You talk too much."

A cold voice sounded through the air, but no one could be seen, and the Liuliu Sword flew towards him.

The figure in red moved with the sword, blocking all retreats on the way.

Fuliu Jian had spiritual awareness and quickly found the thing hiding in the darkness, and the sound of fighting came out.

Song Ruohuai's expression changed slightly, "It seems I can't hide it from you."

"Why didn't you tell me? Do you think I would be a hindrance or unable to stand side by side with you?"

There are indeed very few opponents for a genius like Song Ruohuai, which also means that no one will stand at the same height as him.

"I didn't think so," he sighed.

"I formed a pill."

Just four words made Song Ruohuai feel top-heavy, and he quickly released his spiritual power to explore the situation of her coffin.

In addition to the willow tree, there is indeed a golden elixir inside, which contains majestic spiritual energy.

Fuliu Jian held it hostage and came out. Song Ruohuai was shocked for a moment when he saw it.

The figure and face are all Zhang Yuanying's.

It's just that her face is covered with ferocious scars and her demonic aura is overwhelming. Zhang Yuanying would not show such a look.

He is neither a monk nor a disciple of the sect. He practices the secret method of the Zhang family.

"Don't you want Zhang Yuanying's body? Just do it. If you feel like it, do it."

There are empty trouser legs below the knees. No wonder there was the sound of a piano just now, no wonder there was the sound of crawling...

"You know, right? If you want to find the Infinite Spring Mountain, you must disembowel Zhang Yuanying."

Immediately, he burst out laughing, "Don't you dare, Song Ruohuai, besides Zhang Yuanying, who else in this world can be as famous as you? How does it feel to kill your best friend with your own hands? Hahahaha..."

Seeing how crazy he was, Song Ruohuai moved faster and inserted the Shadowless Sword into its chest.

As if it was in disbelief, it turned its scarlet eyes and met Song Ruohuai's gaze.

"Song...Song Ruohuai, you are such a heartless person."

What was flowing out of this body was not blood, but golden liquid, slowly flowing all over the ground.

"Ahem...you are sorry for Zhang Yuanying, and you are also sorry...ahem...I am sorry for Zhang Yuan..."

绮。

The moment the Shadowless Sword was drawn out, Song Ruohuai's hand sank into his chest.

A heart is dripping with blood in your hand, and you can still feel its powerful beating.

"Ruohuai! Listen...go to Guangling City to find Yuanying, and be sure to protect the formation."

"Song Ruohuai, I can't do it anymore... Ahem... Come here with your ears, right..."

The Shadowless Sword was eclipsed, no different from an ordinary sword.

To this day, its owner's soul is gone, and its mission has been completed long ago.

As if spiritual consciousness was born at the last moment, the Shadowless Sword flew from the ground and flew quickly towards the rockery in the garden.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yixin saw the sword nailed into the crack of the stone.

The hilt and blade were shattered in an instant, leaving only a fragment of the blade that sank into the rockery.

The apricot-yellow warm jade jingled to the ground, as if what was broken was not jade but Song Ruohuai's past.