Really not a villain

The mountain is still the original mountain.

But it was dead silence.

The wooden house could no longer see its original appearance, it was almost burnt to the ground, the scorched wood was scattered here and there, and there was no grass growing in a radius of ten miles.

A flag was planted above the ruins, fluttering in the wind, with a "Qing" character embroidered on it.

Who and why are self-evident.

My master is just a useless spiritual root, how could he escape the siege.

Trembling, Mu Jiangling picked up a handful of scorched earth, the smell of fire spread from the tip of his nose, and the wind blew past, raising a burst of grass and dust, which made his eyes hurt.He hunched over and grabbed the hem of his clothes as hard as he could breathe, his heart seemed to be tormented on fire, the three souls and six souls burned would turn into ashes, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even whimper.

"Master, Master..." The small mournful cry from the chest didn't sound like a human voice, but like a lonely ghost crying in hell.

That day, the master knocked on the scroll and told himself: "Remember not to cause trouble."

"A disciple shouldn't..."

The master rubbed his hair and said, "It's already this tall."

"It shouldn't be..."

He handed over the world of mortals to himself, and said indifferently: "Don't meddle in human affairs."

"I know I was wrong..."

He also sent himself all the way down the mountain. "As a teacher, I am here waiting for your return."

This scene is vivid in my mind.

Finally he raised his head and cried out hysterically and heart-piercingly: "Master!!!!!!!"

The world of mortals suddenly burst out with a strong killing intent, sweeping across the entire mountain like a gust of wind and raging haze.Suddenly, there was a loud thunder on the flat ground, and the rain fell on the messy mountain forest.

The spring thunder begins to sound, and the waking of insects has arrived.The spring rain is silent, and everything is happy.

In the pouring rain, only this pair of eyes full of hatred were no longer energetic.

Wutou Mountain.

The furious Hongchen tore through the miasma, brought a sharp wind sound, and rushed towards the gradually clear figure.Zhao Wuwang smiled contemptuously, stepped aside calmly, and said in his mouth: "My immortal journey was almost ruined by you. From Nanchuan City to Wentian Festival, your reputation has risen all the way, but what about me? I am mediocre , finally got mixed up in the inspection department, why do you have to be your stepping stone?!"

He raised his chin arrogantly and said: "It's a pity that you have lost your reputation now, why are you arguing with me? The true disciple of the fairy master? Hahaha, I really never thought that the one the fairy master wanted to be his apprentice the most back then, It turned out to be you!"

The frantic voice stopped abruptly.

Zhao Wuwang lowered his head slowly, a piece of the bright sword fell into his heart, and the blood stained it.

He held the blade, his palm was covered with blood, and his expression gradually distorted: "Mu Jiangling!"

"..."

"...Jiangling..."

"Mu Jiangling, do you want to die?"

The clear and cold voice was like a bucket of ice slag on the head of the twelfth lunar month, Mu Jiangling subconsciously trembled, and looked around blankly, with hatred that had not faded on his face.

"Zhao... Wuwang..."

Ying Chen said: "What is that?"

Now he finally woke up.

It's just that, right now, it seems that something is not good.

Hong Chen hit Ying Chen's heart so straight, tore his clothes and almost saw blood.The bloody hand holding the blade was naturally Ying Chen's too.

Mu Jiangling took a few steps back in fear, and said in a daze, "I, I... I clearly..."

He obviously shouldn't.Those words were said by Zhao Wuwang when he forced himself into the Abyss of No Return.I have heard and hated it a long time ago, and I know in my heart that I have fallen into an illusion.But he just desperately wanted to kill the person standing in front of him.Even if it's a fake.He rubbed his aching head, let go of the sword, let it fall on the withered grass, tore off the strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, stepped forward, gently squeezed Ying Chen's hand, and wrapped it up carefully.

The wound was extremely deep, and a few thin pieces of cloth were useless at all, and were soaked in a short while.

Holding the injured hand, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Ying Chen brushed his hand away, casually glanced at the bleeding palm, and said, "Go back."

"But...but I..."

Suddenly a very thin cold light struck from somewhere behind him, Mu Jiangling was in a trance, and was suddenly embraced by Ying Chen into his arms, he was dazed for a long time before he turned his head slowly.

A flying knife was stabbed in Ying Chen's unlucky hand impartially.

The knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the silver-white blade was engraved with thin gold patterns, and a bright red tassel was tied at the end, trembling and trembling, becoming more and more alluring after drinking blood.

Mu Jiangling suddenly became short of breath.

Yun Qisheng.

Why does he appear here? ? ?

Ying Chen frowned, withdrew his hand, and pulled out the flying knife abruptly.In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and his face was as cold as frost.That posture, as if the knife pierced his own hand.Mu Jiangling was terrified when he saw it, and almost rushed forward to cover that hand, took off his coat and wrapped it up, and frantically tried to stop the bleeding.

After tossing for a while, the blood still didn't stop, Mu Jiangling sprinkled all the powder that could be sprinkled on it, looked at the hideous wound, his eyelids jumped wildly: "What are you doing, that knife won't kill me, you If you block it, you will really lose your hand!"

Ying Chen said: "It will grow up."

"You, you—" Without thinking, Mu Jiangling blurted out, "Aren't you in pain?"

"Of course it hurts."

This calm tone coupled with that unshakable paralyzed face, is it what "of course it hurts" should look like?

Mu Jiangling really wanted to feel sorry for him, but seeing him like this, he couldn't bring himself to lift it up, so he continued to hold his blood-stained coat with a sad face, and said, "Go back, go to the town below the mountain."

"Ah."

In the miasma, the withered branches tried their best to reach the invisible sky, as if they were struggling in the dead air.All of a sudden, a circle of ripples appeared from nowhere in the dead forest, passing through the gray-brown miasma like waves.

Ying Chen stopped: "It's that person."

Mu Jiangling looked around, but saw nothing, put his hand to his mouth, made a trumpet shape, and shouted: "Yun Qisheng!"

It took a long time for the shout to be heard before someone answered: "Jiangling."

Mu Jiangling was overjoyed: "It really is you!"

"It's me." Yun Qisheng didn't show up, he was hidden in the miasma, his voice came from all around, it was hard to distinguish, "Jiangling, you are still lucky, there are people who are willing to protect you and look for you wherever you go. "

The tone was half resentment and half sarcasm.It was far from the Yun Qisheng he was familiar with.

Recalling the silver cloud knife that fell out of nowhere, Mu Jiangling murmured: "...Qisheng, you?"

"Me? Didn't you forget that I am the only one among the four who opposed your going to Qingyun Terrace to save Su Chongjiu." Yun Qisheng's voice became more and more elusive, "They all turned towards you, so you went. Now that Tian Xing Dao is destroyed, shouldn’t I settle accounts with you? Unfortunately, if I throw the knife faster, you will die.”

"Qisheng, what are you talking about? You want...to kill me?" He turned his head and glanced at Ying Chen in disbelief, and said to Miasma, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Mu Jiangling." Yun Qisheng hid in the depths of the miasma, holding a rough dead tree with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't you know that Pei Xing is dead?"

"Pei..." Mu Jiangling's head went numb, and he murmured, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, dead. I saw him die with my own eyes."

"Why, how... died?"

Yun Qisheng sneered: "Didn't you be on the edge of the Abyss of No Return at that time, where gods blocked and killed gods and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas, wasn't it very majestic? Your thoughts are all about Su Chongjiu who was arrested in the ice prison. In the final analysis, but It's guilt! Don't think I don't know, that day, you asked him to go to Pengzhou!"

Mu Jiangling's ears were buzzing, and he felt dizzy.The world in front of me was distorted and blurred, and the mottled mist transformed into countless blurred and hideous faces, screaming and screaming there.Just when the headache was splitting, a familiar face suddenly became clear, he smiled slightly, and said: "Jiang Ling, you just need to rest assured, I will arrange the rest of the matter."

"what!!!!!!!!!"

The nightmare of waking up countless times has finally become a reality.

"You go to rescue Su Chongjiu, have you ever thought about Pei Xing?" Yun Qisheng dropped his cuffs, shook his wrist, and pinched a thin silver cloud knife with his two fingers, "His sick and weak body is like paper." It’s the same, I’m afraid it won’t work if you blow your breath. How can you withstand the turbulence of fleeing? Yes, yes, you and Su Chongjiu have known each other the longest and have the deepest friendship, so what about us? What are we?!”

He paused, and said again: "Why? Don't talk? Are you guilty? Regret it?"

"Don't say it, don't say it..." Mu Jiangling held his head almost collapsed, tears streaming wantonly on his face.

"What last words do you have? Oh, why did I forget that you traveled thousands of miles to Danxia Mountain for Su Chongjiu. Even if I kill you, he won't survive. Instead, it's a pity for Pei Xing's life. Why don't I Kill the one next to you."

Hearing this, Mu Jiangling raised his head in horror, with tears still on his face, he hurriedly said, "No! You can't kill him!"

"Then you are willing to die here?" Yun Qisheng gently wiped the Yinyun knife with his fingertips, and sneered, "Aren't you determined to save Su Chongjiu? Could it be that this person is more important than him?"

"he……"

With a wave of Yun Qisheng's hand, the silver-white streamer pierced the miasma, and the three silver cloud knives were thrown out at the same time.Mu Jiangling was suddenly in a panic, panicked, and rushed forward following the trajectory of the flying knife. With a sound of "puchi", the knife pierced into the flesh, and he used his body to block the three flying knives that were flying towards Ying Chen.

"Mu Jiangling! You!?" The miasma was turbulent, Yun Qisheng stepped on a dead branch, and fell not far from Mu Jiangling in the blink of an eye, and said angrily, "Dare to charge directly, my Silver Cloud Saber, do you think it is so easy to catch?" of???"

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