The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

The description of "budding and blossoming" made Qu Chi smile from the bottom of his heart.

He thought of the third day of March 13 years ago, which was also a day when peach blossoms were in full bloom.

The 16-year-old boy carried his shriveled baggage and walked up the mountain step by step against the crowd. Peach petals fell on his thin shoulders, and he was full of endless expectations. Everything was as beautiful as a scene in a play .

... He walked up to Danyang Peak and never went down again.

Qu Chi stepped forward, slowly stroking the flexible branches of the small tree with his fingertips, and said in a warm voice: "Yes, thank you."

Xu Xingzhi stood up on one knee, sat on the ground, waved his hands casually, looked up at the clear sky, and closed his eyes.

He is not entirely indifferent.

Thinking of the upcoming decisive battle, some indescribable sadness appeared in his heart.

...but what should come will come.

On the last day of the 16th year of Tianding, the one-year-old is gone, and the fragrance of Tusu is fragrant. On the most lively and prosperous day in the world, the four fields of Fengling Mountain are full of bright lights, and the sound of shouting for killing resounds.

The gate of wildness cannot be opened in Fengling Cave, and they have no choice but to attack by force.

However, they rushed to nothing, and what greeted them was an empty mountain with bright lights and no shadows.

Fortunately, this did not exceed the expectations of Qu Chi, Xu Xingzhi and others.

Just like the decision made by Qu Chi and Lord Guangfu at the beginning, facing the overwhelming army, it is common sense for military strategists to choose to retreat temporarily and retain their strength instead of stubbornly resisting and defending the dangerous mountain.

As far as they know, Fengling Mountain is mainly guarded by the Chilian Sect's lineage. The Chilian Sect's lord, Sun Yuanzhou, is a calm person who understands current affairs and knows how to advance and retreat. It is not surprising that he made such a choice.

The only thing that made everyone a little concerned was that the nine lamps also disappeared.

After Heshan searched up and down, Meng Chongguang said angrily: "He runs so fast!"

Meng Chongguang was still worried about the fact that he failed to seize the opportunity to kill him in one blow in Ying Tianchuan last time, and now he told him to run away.

Thinking of when this god of plague would come out to harass his senior again, Meng Chongguang's pretty face was flushed with anger, which was very funny, which made Xu Xingzhi pinch and pinch, coaxed for a while, and finally Coax him out of his annoyance.

But for some reason, Xu Xingzhi always had a shadowy conjecture hanging in his heart, making his heart heavy and dull.

……Maybe……

While he was trying to digest the doubts in his heart, a disciple of Ying Tianchuan walked over quickly, and said hastily, "Senior Brother Xu, there are a group of corpses haunting twenty miles away from the south foot, about a hundred people, just bumped into a The team is scanning the disciples of the Demonic Daoist, the two sides have started fighting and need support. Look..."

Waking up the corpse is the most difficult thing to deal with. It is painless and deathless. It is just a pile of copper peas that cannot be beaten or smashed. Unless the bones are crushed, it cannot be completely removed.

Xu Xingzhi heard the words and wanted to move forward, but was stopped by Meng Chongguang.

Meng Chongguang was not able to kill Jiuzhideng with his own hands. He felt unhappy and urgently needed to find an outlet to vent it. Besides, in the wilderness, Meng Chongguang often dealt with these dirty things. He knew that sweeping up corpses was both dirty and dangerous Once fighting, he would often see red and white mixed brains and blue-gray intestines turbulently. He didn't want Xu Xingzhi to touch these dirty things, so he said: "The mountain is the safest, it's good for the brother to stay here .I'll go with them and be back soon."

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "Go."

Sending Meng Chongguang away, Xu Xingzhi slowly retracted the bamboo fan swaying in his left palm, and walked towards the Green Bamboo Hall while the night was as cool as water.

There is no moon in the sky, only the stars falling like a rainstorm, reflecting the returnees walking alone under the sky.

Both Jiuzhideng and Xu Xingzhi are nostalgic for the past. After becoming the master of the four gates, Jiuzhideng kept the old scene for thirteen years. Brick is also so familiar that Xu Xingzhi's heart shudders.

When he set foot on the land of his hometown, his body automatically moved towards the place he most wanted to go.

When they got to the Green Bamboo Hall, Zhou Beinan just walked out of the door. Seeing him walking with a blank look, he greeted him, "All right, where are you going?"

Xu Xingzhi answered very simply: "Let's go and have a look."

After returning to Fengling Mountain, seeing the surrounding scenery, Zhou Beinan was actually quite envious of Xu Xingzhi.

...Although he has been away for many years, his hometown is still the same as he remembers, not a single brick has changed.

But Zhou Beinan looked back and saw the plaque hanging above the heads of the two of them clearly. When he thought of where this place was, he felt a little more sad. He stopped talking to Xu Xingzhi and made way for him, saying: "Go in. I have already inspected the place. ,safe."

Xu Xingzhi stepped into the hall, closed the door, and took a deep breath.

——Whoever said that nothing has changed. The mellow wine that has been here for many years has disappeared in 13 years.

He frowned for a moment before opening his eyes: "...Come out."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a clear light overflowing from the altar. The light came from a cinnabar inkstone, extending an illusion of flowing wind and snow.

The nine lamps walked out slowly from the gate of illusion.

The young man was dressed in a Fengling uniform, like the god of Gushe, grasping the snow and ice, and Xu Xingzhi's eyes hurt because of his innocence, he clenched the folding fan in his palm, and called out his name in a low voice: "... ...nine lamps."

Jiuzhideng stared at Xu Xingzhi like a cup of warm tea, fearing that it would be too hot and burn the person in front of him: "Senior brother, it is really not easy to see you alone."

Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly.

... It is not difficult to imagine who dispatched that team of awakened corpses that appeared inexplicably.

In order to prove his own idea, on the way to Qingzhu Hall, Xu Xingzhi secretly urged the wild key hidden in his palm, and found that he still could not open the passage in Fengling, so he guessed that the nine-branch lamp was probably still hidden in Fengling somewhere.

Many years ago, he learned that Jiuzhideng slaughtered Qinglianggu, and in a rage he killed Fengling, and fought with a dead ghost under Jiuzhideng's command.

One month ago, he and the nine lamps were shining on it again, and he wanted to slash with his sword, but he used the illusion technique to force himself so hard that he couldn't bear to do it.

... When we met again this time, Xu Xingzhi was in no hurry to act.

He even deliberately opened the folding fan and shook it twice: "I thought I would have to go through a few more palaces to find you."

Jiuzhideng said: "Senior Brother, who cares about Master, will definitely come here first."

The word "Master" made Xu Xingzhi's heart surge suddenly, and his murderous intent rose, but he immediately suspected that Jiuzhideng deliberately provoked him, so he adjusted his breath a few times and calmed down: "Why did you stay?" ? Run away with Chi Lianzong, okay?"

Jiuzhideng didn't want to talk with Xu Xingzhi in a high and low voice, raised his hand to hold the handle of the sword at his waist, and walked down the stage step by step, his tone was definitely tired: "I'm tired. I can't run anymore."

Xu Xingzhi's mind moved slightly, and immediately laughed at himself secretly.

...I came here to make a break with him, so why did I still soften my heart because of his short six words?

This is the child he raised since he was a child, and he is a family member who has been with him for thirteen years in the virtual world. Therefore, to kill him, Xu Xingzhi must do it himself.

This is his responsibility.

Xu Xingzhi has experienced the depth of Jiuzhideng's thoughts, so facing his approach, Xu Xingzhi took a step back vigilantly and continued to ask: "You have the key to the wilderness, why don't you hide in the wilderness? Come in and out at any time , even if we try our best to chase and kill you, it will be difficult to really do anything to you."

Jiuzhideng smiled: "If I really want to hide, why bother to look for senior brother?"

He took another step forward and made a request that Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but laugh at: "Let's fight the sword fairly and justly. If senior brother loses, come with me, okay?"

Xu Xingzhi's response was to turn the folding fan in his hand into a fish-gut long sword. When the blade stood up, a scalp-numbing snow-white sharp light refracted out, piercing Jiuzhideng's eyes.

He also held his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but did not take the blade out of its sheath, and looked directly at Xu Xingzhi: "Senior brother is so confident that he can beat me? Even if Meng Chongguang is there, he can only be matched I'm just fighting to a draw."

Xu Xingzhi ignored his provocation, raised his sword flat, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Nine Branches of Light, you have ungrateful and ungrateful, ruthless and unyielding to the four sects. You have slaughtered and imprisoned righteous monks. The crimes you have committed are too numerous to record. .Fengling Xu Xingzhi, clean up the house today on behalf of Master Qingjing Junyue Wuchen."

Jiuzhideng seemed to be amused, and laughed out loud with a snort: "Brother, this is not a good thing. How can Simen treat me with kindness? Wen Xuechen has always looked down on me, and the Lord of Guangfu always regards me as a heretic. Everyone calls me an evil son of the devil, draw a clear line with me, why should I be responsible for the life and death of these people? The only ones who have really treated me with kindness are you and Master."

Xu Xingzhi's eyes gradually froze: "So, you betrayed me, plotted against Master, killed my old friend, imprisoned my love, and trapped me in a secret realm for [-] years, this is your way of repaying your favor? "

Jiuzhideng tilted his head, and quibbled: "Senior brother, I am a demon, and it is common sense to do ungrateful things. Brother, if you want to blame, you can blame me for not killing me in time when my demon blood awakened."

Xu Xingzhi's heart was trembling, he felt that the face of the person in front of him was strange and hateful, and finally made up his mind to erase that pure, kind and quiet child's face from his mind.

Seeing that the last trace of nostalgia in Xu Xingzhi's eyes was also wiped away, Jiuzhideng slid the sword out of its sheath, revealing a little cold light, and bowed down to fight: "... Demonic Nine Zhideng, please teach Brother Xu."

When Xu Xingzhi moved his body in a blink of an eye, the nine lamps also started at the same time, and the two of them evened out the wind, facing each other, and the two swords collided clangingly.

fast enough!

Xu Xingzhi only had time to flash this thought in his mind, and he felt that the place where the blade touched was a bit unusual, and there was a sudden crack, and his sword's momentum was no longer hindered.

Almost instinctively, Xu Xingzhi raised his sword and stabbed forward.

With a puff, the tip of the sword pierced through the chest, completely splitting Jiuzhideng's heart in two.

Xu Xingzhi didn't have time to look at the expression of the person in front of him, so he turned his head in astonishment.

——The sword, which had been meticulously maintained by the nine lamps for nearly a month, was cut into two pieces at the waist, and the broken piece flew out in a cross-shaped fireball, and was nailed to the pillars of the inner hall of Qingliang Valley, emitting a faint light. buzzing.

The young man pursed his lips in joy, and stepped back step by step, allowing the blade to leave his body slowly.

In the last few steps, he was unable to support himself anymore, and he fell backwards, letting himself completely detach from Xu Xingzhi's sword.

Xu Xingzhi gasped twice.

He found that his sword blade was only stained with spots of scarlet, and the wound on the chest of Nine Branch Lamps opened by his sword was faintly opened, but not a single trace of blood flowed out.

Xu Xingzhi's eyes tightened suddenly: "...Nine Branch Lamps?!"

The nine-branched lamps that fell on the ground finally showed a smile of wish fulfillment.

One month ago, in Ying Tianchuan, he couldn't avoid Meng Chongguang's palm wrapped in stone and sand.

Half of his viscera were shattered in his body, and his blood was vomited out bit by bit during the painful nights.

Over the past month, he has been unwilling to pay attention to those suspicions, war damage, rumors, and threats, or he has been unable to pay attention to them.

He can't do anything, the only thing he can do is to endure not to die, until this moment, let Xu Xingzhi personally send him to death, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of his senior brother 13 years ago.

The nine-branched lamp lying on its back let go of the hilt of the broken sword, showing a relieved smile: "Senior brother... Xiaodeng said that he would never draw his sword to his senior brother."

The sword in Xu Xingzhi's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

...Three battles with Jiuzhideng, he was finally placed by Jiuzhideng again.

The author has something to say: Nine younger sisters never denied that it wasn't him who murdered Master back then.