Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Hao Liang walked into the room.Out of caution, he ordered Yan Ke to keep the sword and wear it by his side.

"I expected a long time ago that this kind of formation is nothing more than a piece of cake for Sect Leader Du." Fang Qiushui said lightly.A chair moved to Hao Liang's side, but Hao Liang didn't sit down.

"You only let me in, are you planning to talk to me. Or kill me?" he said.

Fang Qiushui laughed. "If I don't let you go, you will use that sword to forcibly split this place." He said, "I pulled you in, but I took the initiative in my own hands."

Hao Liang looked at him, silent for a moment. "Don't insist anymore." He said, "Give Zhao Xuehan's soul back to me, and go out with me."

Fang Qiushui shook his head with a smile.He lowered his eyes, staring at the dancing lights beside him, and then raised his eyes to look at Hao Liang.

"Master Du, I have something to ask you." He said.

"You've lived in Bitterworld. What do you think of it?"

Hao Liang was stunned.He didn't expect Fang Qiushui to ask this question.However, life in the world of suffering cannot be summed up in one or two sentences.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Fang Qiushui chuckled.He turned his gaze back to the lights.In the mass of orange red, like sunspots, there are some small black spots dancing with the flames.

"I envy the world of suffering." He said slowly, "There are no gods and demons there. No one has ever practiced, and no one has ever ascended."

"The people there, after birth, have similar talents. No one has the power of detachment like the monks here, and can far surpass all living beings."

He raised his eyes, stared at Hao Liang, and said with a slight smile: "I will make this world like a world of suffering. All living beings are equal. Monks cannot practice, so human strength is limited. We can only support each other and make progress together. There will never be gods and demons." , no killing."

"Master Du, do you think this is bad?"

Hao Liang pursed his lips lightly.

"But what you did was to block the monk's path of cultivation." He said.

"This is just the first step." Fang Qiushui said, his eyes calm and watery, "I hate monks. I hate power. Monks are the source of all evil in this world. Without their thirst for power, there would be no fighting. No If there are immortals, there will be no demons. Without fighting, how can people die innocently."

"It's not like that." Hao Liang said.He involuntarily covered his neck with his hand, remembering the morning when blood gushed out hidden in his memory.He remembered what he saw in Huishi, the scene where Yan Ke stood on top of the high-rise and jumped.

"Even if there are no monks and no spiritual power to operate, the bitter world will not be equal, and this world will never be equal." He said.

"Where there are people and desires, there will inevitably be struggles and injuries. What can be relied on is the maintenance of order by those with power, and the pursuit of the quality of the heart by mortals."

"Brother Fang...why can't you understand this?"

Fang Qiushui laughed. "Master Du," he said calmly, "I let you in just to convince you. If you agree to build this world without monks with me, we will not interfere."

"I know that you have no pursuit in your heart. You just want to live a peaceful life with your sword. I can give you whatever you want."

"What if I disagree." Hao Liang stared at Fang Qiushui's eyes and said in a deep voice.

Fang Qiushui looked at Hao Liang, smiled and shook his head slightly. "Then I can only let Master Du go out." He stood up and said softly.

All of a sudden, the black spots in the lights expanded and instantly enveloped the entire room.Hao Liang stepped back, only to find that his body seemed to be floating in the air.Under his feet, there are countless tall buildings and vehicles in a constant flow. Under the dark night sky, the lights flicker, but there is an unusual silence.

"You... opened the entrance to the world of suffering!" Hao Liang exclaimed in surprise.He suddenly felt that the sapphire sword on his waist was extremely heavy, and his whole body seemed to be falling down, and his hands and feet began to become sluggish.

"That's right." Fang Qiushui stood in front of Hao Liang.His black eyes seemed to merge with the night sky.

"Cultivation techniques cannot be used in the world of suffering." He said, "The deeper you go into the world of suffering, the weaker the master Du's skill will be, and the closer he is to ordinary people."

Hao Liang took two steps back.Fang Qiushui looked at him and smiled, and threw two darts from his hands. Hao Liang swung his sword with all his strength, and managed to block the darts.

He looked behind him, and Fang Qiushui's room was already a small spot of light, which merged with the stars in the background.

Hao Liang turned around and met Fang Qiushui's eyes.Fang Qiushui stared at him with a faint smile on his face.Hao Liang's heart tightened.

"You're going to trap me here!" he said in a deep voice.

"It's not just you." Fang Qiushui smiled, "Zhao Xuehan and I will also stay in the world of suffering."

"Why..." Asked the words, Hao Liang vaguely had an answer in his heart.In his chest, he suddenly felt a pinch.

"Master Du doesn't allow me to change that world, so I will come to my ideal land." Fang Qiushui said slowly, "Is there any problem?"

"Give Zhao Xuehan back to me." Hao Liang said in a deep voice.

Fang Qiushui remained silent.He raised the corner of his mouth, spread his hands, and shook his head slightly.

"He and I should have been one body." He said, "How about giving it back?"

Fang Qiushui's expression was still calm, but in Hao Liang's view, it was unspeakably stubborn.He had already made a plan in his heart, and no one could persuade him.

Behind him, the light in Fang Qiushui's room became farther and farther away.Hao Liang felt that the true energy in his body was gradually draining away.He gritted his teeth.The sapphire sword was too heavy for him at this time, so he untied it and let it float in the air.

He could hear Yan Ke calling himself.He didn't respond.

last-ditch.Hao Liang thought.

He gathered the remaining zhenqi in his body on his fingertips, and quickly approached Fang Qiushui with all his strength.Before Fang Qiushui could react, he grabbed Fang Qiushui's skirt with one hand, raised two fingers with the other hand, and stabbed Fang Qiushui's forehead quickly.

To Hao Liang's surprise, Fang Qiushui didn't resist. He didn't seem to realize what happened, but let Hao Liang put his fingers into his forehead in a daze, and took out a weak soul from it.

As soon as the primordial spirit left Fang Qiushui's body, Hao Liang grabbed it and quickly stuffed it into his body.At that moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, and at the same time, there was a familiar resonance.

This is Zhao Xuehan's soul.

Beside him, Fang Qiushui suddenly laughed softly. With a backhand, he clasped Hao Liang's wrist. At the same time, he pulled out a sharp knife with a cold light from his bosom, and wiped it directly at Hao Liang's neck. .

Hao Liang's true energy was exhausted, his body was as heavy as a normal person's, and he could not resist at all.He heard a shout in his head, "Stop!", and suddenly his head hurt more and more.

However, the strange thing is that Fang Qiushui seemed to have heard the cry, he stopped, let go of Hao Liang's hand, and looked up at his face.The originally dark and deep eyes looked so helpless at this moment.

Hao Liang only saw a tiny brilliance like dust rising slowly from his eyes, and then quietly falling into his body.

Fang Qiushui suddenly gave a wry smile.He raised his hand holding the knife, and at the same time, Hao Liang could only hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air, and a soft "噗嗤".

Blood flowed down from Fang Qiushui's body, dripping into the endless sea of ​​lights in the world of suffering.Among the bright red on his chest was the hilt of the Sapphire Sword.

Like Hao Liang, Yan Ke also used up his last strength.Seeing that Fang Qiushui was about to kill him, he rushed to him and stabbed Fang Qiushui in the chest without hesitation.

The originally dark and silent bitter world became more and more dull and silent.Hao Liang's dizziness was unbearable, and Zhao Xuehan's deep voice was in his mind.

"I'm afraid he will hurt you. Take back the primordial spirit in his eyes." He said.

"He can't see anything now."

The sapphire sword was pulled out from Fang Qiushui's chest and fell back to Hao Liang's side, with little brilliance left on his body, like an ordinary jade sword.Fang Qiushui took a few steps back slowly, his expressionless eyes kept looking in Hao Liang's direction.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly again and smiled at Hao Liang.

"I'm just afraid of this day." He said softly, "You gave me everything. My life, skills, cultivation, and fame. They all come from your soul."

"I'm so scared, I'm afraid you'll take it back eventually. I'll be worthless, and you'll knock me down to dust."

Blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, and his body seems to gradually become transparent, blending into this vast void.In the endless night around, Hao Liang heard the sound of cracking.

"Only in a world without practice and power. I can be by your side."

Fang Qiushui opened his arms and raised his blind eyes.The sky full of stars in the bitter world is reflected in his dark pupils.

"Like a friend, staring at you as an equal."

His body gradually fell, like mist, together with the flying blood, dissipated into the night sky little by little.Hao Liang only felt that his mind was becoming more and more dizzy.The heavy traffic under his feet suddenly made a piercing noise, which hurt his eardrum.

"No." Hao Liang heard a sad echo in his mind.I don't know if it came from Zhao Xuehan or from myself.His body was uncontrollable, and he fell towards Fang Qiushui. He stretched out his hand, trying to hold the passing life in his arm.

"There is no reincarnation in the bitter world. If you die, your soul will fly away."

Hao Liang touched Fang Qiushui's shoulder, Fang Qiushui's body trembled, and his eyes turned blankly in Hao Liang's direction.

"I'll take you back." Hao Liang opened his mouth, and it was Zhao Xuehan who spoke.

Fang Qiushui laughed lightly. "No need." He said calmly, holding Hao Liang's wrist, a gust of air gushed out from Fang Qiushui's side, pushing him a few feet away.

"Your favor, I can't afford a second time."

In the night sky of the bitter world, the sound of cracking became louder and louder.A crack of light appeared in the starry sky, but Hao Liang had no time to watch it.He strenuously moved forward, trying to get closer to Fang Qiushui's side, but a strong arm wrapped around his waist and led him away from the opposite direction.

The night quickly collapsed.Fang Qiushui's body fell and drifted away, disappearing among the lights of thousands of families in the bitter world.Zhao Xuehan called Fang Qiushui's name.Hao Liang's head hurt as if it was split open.The ever-spreading light made him cry.Amidst the endless buzzing in his ear, Hao Liang was hugged tightly by one person.

Suddenly, all restlessness ceased.Zhao Xuehan's voice fell silent in Hao Liang's mind.He raised his head and met Yan Ke's worried eyes.

Many monks stood aside, staring at the two who appeared out of thin air in bewilderment.Hao Liang's headache was unbearable.He gritted his teeth and looked towards Yuanxiu Peak.On the peeling cliff, the huge and chaotic space has turned into a black mist.

Fang Qiushui died.His soul and body disappeared forever in another world.

The black mist stayed on the cliff for a while, then circled Yuanxiu Peak and circled.It keeps going up, but never reaches the top.It just keeps spinning until the weak body disappears into the sky as the sun sets in the west.

"It's over." In his mind, Hao Liang heard Zhao Xuehan's voice.

He raised his eyes slowly, looking at the quiet and solemn Yuanxiu Peak under the setting sun, and at the peaceful forest and city below the mountain.

Hao Liang hugged Yan Ke and buried his head deeply in Yan Ke's arms.Let the cold temperature of the sapphire sword surround his body.

"I want to go home." Hao Liang said softly.

Yan Ke stared at him, nodded slightly, and dropped a kiss on his hair.