The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

The wind is crying, sand and gravel are everywhere, and the thick fog that has permeated Tiger Leaping Stream has been blown away, revealing a clear sky.An unnamed four-legged monster ran forward with a wind-eroded, brittle bone in its mouth, with a sac-like white belly, and its sagging empty stomach hit its dirty and powerful legs .

Everything in the wild is busy with life and death, and no one has time to take care of others.

Tao Xian was not feeling well, but seeing Qu Chi's expression eager to check on Wen Xuechen's situation, he followed him obediently and followed him without saying a word.

The giant pagoda needs someone to take care of it, so all the disciples who came back from the land outside Hua stayed in the pagoda. Xu Xingzhi and others walked lightly and went straight to the direction of Tiger Leaping Stream, which is also the place where Zhou Xian's bones were buried.

Zhou Xian's grave stands on the lee side of the cave.

13 years ago, Zhou Xian was buried here by Tao Xian and Qu Chi, because they didn't know at that time that they would have a stable home in a few months.

After they settled down in the pagoda, it was not that no one suggested taking Zhou Xian's body out and reburying it next to the pagoda, but everyone discussed it and decided to give it up.

It is safe to be buried in the ground, why bother to disturb the dreams of the dead for the peace of mind of the living.

The tomb is flat, because in the wilderness such as the bone-eroding wind, if you build a tomb, it will be leveled by the wind in half a month.Fortunately, she was lying on the ground, so she was not alone, at least she had Cheng Ding as her companion.

Washed by the mist and rough by the wind and sand, the wooden stele erected by Qu Tao and his wife rotted within half a month. Later, Zhou Beinan retrieved it and made two sets of stone steles for them.

At that time, Zhou Beinan's memory hadn't recovered either, so he only hated that he was in the wilderness and couldn't find his sister in time, but he didn't even know that his body was lying a hundred steps away, covered with a layer of flying dust.

After Zhou Beinan recovered his memory, Xu Xingzhi and him came to worship Zhou Xian.

There was no incense available for offerings in the wilderness, and Xu Xingzhi's original magic power was not enough to turn sandalwood into something like that, so he had to break off three fairly regular branches, put them in front of the lonely grave, and use a flint When it was lit, it turned into three strands of wet green smoke, which was used as a sacrifice.

At that time, Xu Xingzhi hadn't recovered his memory, but after staring at the tomb that was exposed to wind and rain for a while, he also saw some inexplicable sadness.

Judging from the heavy and messy footprints on the ground, Wen Xuechen obviously exhausted all his spiritual energy from a hundred miles away. He probably broke a rough wood to make a walking stick and came here staggeringly.

Even so, because he escaped early, he arrived at least three days earlier than them.

There are traces of Wen Xuechen's movements when he came here.

He didn't know the exact location of the tomb, so he entered the sheltered cave first, and circled around, but found nothing. Therefore, there were two lines of footprints, one in and one out, at the entrance of the cave, and his steps were fairly steady.

The tomb was not difficult to find, so he quickly went around to the leeward side and saw three tombs standing side by side.

Two old graves and one new grave.

Zhou Beinan's name was written on the new grave, and he and Cheng Ding's stele stood on the left and right side of his beloved sister, like the most loyal guards.

In order to find out the truth, Wen Xuechen dug the grave with his hands. The tool he used should be a wooden stick that accompanied him all the way.But in the middle of the digging, perhaps because he had dug a stone, the wooden stick broke and sawdust splashed everywhere, so he threw the stick aside, knelt down on his knees, and began to dig the soil himself.

Wen Xuechen must have been disturbed at the time, because several dried blood fingerprints had condensed on the surface of the gravel that had been picked up.

What he found would probably disappoint him greatly.It was just a bone, and the worms had eaten away the clothes and flesh she was wrapped in.

After long and laborious digging, he found nothing but an unrecognizable skeleton.

With Wen Xuechen's temperament, he would probably call himself an idiot in his heart.

Even so, he must have sat by the excavated tomb for a long time. There are traces of sitting cross-legged on the side of the tomb, traces of fidgeting and drawing on the soil with fingertips, and even patterns of yin and yang rings engraved in the mud. trace.

The always picky nobleman just sat awkwardly beside a dug grave for a long time, then he discovered something.

When he was buried that year, Qu Chi wanted to chop down a few trees and dig out a coffin. Unfortunately, the barren land was malnourished, and dozens of miles were full of short trees and dead branches, full of flies and ants. The tallest tree he found Cutting off dead branches and leaves, rotten wood and eyes, is only enough to make a clean long box.

Therefore, Zhou Xian's long spear was placed by her side, and the short spear she made the most convenient and all the small things on her body were put in the box to protect them from insect bites and mice.

The box was apparently also opened by Wen Xuechen.Because there is a pile of angular fragments on the top of the grave, which should have been buried underground for a long time. They were already fragile, but now they were carried out again after being exposed to the wind and light. Wood residue.

Relying on his own memory, Xu Xingzhi knew that the gentle and tender woman always carried a clean handkerchief embroidered by himself and a jade bell.Different from her flamboyant ringtones, even the ringtones on her body were gentle and tender. Lingling's voice was like a clear spring, gurgling through her heart.

However, the jade bell was taken away and put on Zhou Wang's body, and probably only the girl's small things such as handkerchiefs and sachets were buried with her.Zhou Xian has always been simple and unpretentious, and the things he brings are not expensive, they are all accessories of ordinary women from aristocratic families, so there should be nothing special about them.

However, these small and insignificant things pried open Wen Xuechen's heart that had been sealed for a long time.

Wen Xuechen's memory is a false and fabricated thing. With his spiritual wisdom, once he notices something wrong, even the carefully built and maintained memory sandcastle will fall apart in an instant.

...he remembered.Then he went crazy.

Anyone could tell from the traces he left in the cave where Zhou Xian died that he was crazy.

The ground in the hole was dripping with blood, full of dirt mixed with blood and internal organs.

He used all the tools he could find to kill himself over and over again, cutting his heart, digging out his liver, slitting his throat, cutting his pulse, exhausting his imagination, and exhausting his energy, he created one wound after another on his body. Each is bigger than a child's mouth.

Yet he was painless, and he did not die.

No one can make a dead person die a second time, and no one can tell him why his dead and cold heart still hurts so much that he wants to die.

Wen Xuechen's fingers scratched in the air, trying to grab the soul that had disappeared here for 13 years, but he couldn't grab anything, even if he turned over his nails, he couldn't grab anything.No one knew how long he had been writhing in pain on the ground, nor what he was thinking while he was in a state of confusion.

What was left to Xu Xingzhi and the others were bloodstains, scratches, nicks, and hasty and chaotic writing all over the cave.

Xu Xingzhi walked into the cave, waded through the river of blood flowing from Wen Xuechen's body, and slowly slid his fingers over the rough stone wall.

The cave is full of pits and valleys, full of crazy words written with blood on gravel.

Wen Xuechen first scratched his wrist with random rocks, and then cut and danced around. He repeatedly engraved at least a thousand Zhou Xian's names in the cave, but he was ashamed to engrave one among the vast names. "Wen Xuechen" accompanied him.

After engraving a thousand times, Wen Xuechen's mind should also become more and more clear, because the handwriting he engraved gradually became more organized.

Zhou Xian, Zhou Xian, Zhou Xian.

The words in blood extend from the entrance of the cave to the depths of the cave.

He spent three days frantically mourning his beloved here.

In the end, he was very cautious, and with a little secret and unknown desire, he carved a different name in a corner of the cave.

"Warm Hope".

These two characters are engraved very small, very meticulous, and carefully hidden in the lowest position of the dark cave. If it weren't for the person who came here with excellent eyesight, they would never be able to see these two characters.

This is the dream he wrote for himself, just like the dream he wrote quietly on a note when he was a child when he was praying for the New Year and flying the Kongming lanterns. Only Tian, ​​Asuka and himself know what is written on it.

Wen Xuechen has calmed down after the pen left.

Wen Xuechen is a cold and lonely person, but he has great ideas. He has been crazy, and in the end he always wants to avenge his hatred and find a suitable home for himself.

The blood of the waking corpse is not delicious, even poisonous, let alone a waking corpse that has lingered for 13 years, even the bloodthirsty insects, ants and beasts are unwilling to step on this blood hole.

Therefore, Xu Xingzhi was not surprised when he saw a few things stored at the end of the cave.

... He shed all his blood and protected the secret he wanted to leave to them.

Lu Yujiu followed Xu Xingzhi, saw the blood-drenched hole inside, his knees softened, and he knelt down in a bloody ditch.

On the boulder slab at the end of the cave, there is a long blood-painted drawing in great detail, marking the location of each sect in the magic way, the formation of the sect, and the number of people. Every detail is clearly drawn.

But the place Lu Yujiu looked at was completely different from Xu Xingzhi.

The sapphire roulette Wen Xuechen used to use, the small cooling fan, and the yin and yang rings were all gathered into a pile and placed on a piece of blue rock.

He walked forward on his knees, picked up all the things, and put them down tremblingly. Finally, he wrapped his arms around the sapphire roulette, hugged it close to his body, and cried bitterly while trembling.

... Brother Wen remembered.

But where can senior brother Wen, who left all his belongings behind, go?

Lu Yujiu's tears fell on the roulette, and the roulette seemed to sense something, and the warm and clear light radiating from it turned into a pair of invisible, cold arms, hugging Lu Yujiu, silently Patted his forehead.

Lu Yujiu didn't notice it yet, he just kept crying, Xu Xingzhi stood in front of him, so he didn't notice it either.

There are still a few letters placed under the huge stone slab.

It is said to be a letter, but it is just a few folded bark, with a letter written in blood.

Wen Xuechen has always been a face-to-face person, and I'm afraid he has never used such a pen and paper.But for him, there are many things that are not important anymore.

There are three recipients, Meng Chongguang, Xu Xingzhi, and Lu Yujiu.

Xu Xingzhi leaned over and opened his letter.The handwriting inside was still written in blood, only a few words, painted with vermilion, which made his eyes hurt.

OK, sorry.Don't look for me.

Just at this moment, Tao Xian entered the cave, and the bloody smell from the cave made his cheeks turn paler.

Holding a clean place, he called softly, "Senior Brother Xu, Brother Xu. Brother Qu and the others have found Brother Wen."

Lu Yujiu rushed out with the sapphire roulette in his arms, looked around, but found that several people were standing in front of Zhou Xian's grave, and no one moved rashly.

Xu Xingzhi came out of the cave quickly, and heard Lu Yujiu shouting anxiously: "Where? Where?"

Zhou Beinan couldn't hide his sadness, he stretched out a finger to signal everyone to be quiet.

Lu Yujiu panicked, her eye circles were red, but she held back her sobbing, holding Wen Xuechen's roulette in her arms, listening carefully.

After a while, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

He heard a faint sound of breathing, the sound did not come from the ground, but from the ground, diluted by layers of newly dug up soil, almost nothing.

Xu Xingzhi lowered his left hand holding the letter, his eyes darkened.

...he had already guessed.

After leaving three letters and his token, Wen Xuechen crawled out of the cave with nothing but blood, and dug out a grave with his hands, finding a place for his body that should have died 13 years ago.

——Wen Xuechen and Zhou Xian have different quilts at birth, but share the same acupoints at death.

Wen Xuechen lay down in the soil, and with his ten fingers that had already been dug up, covered the grave soil that had just been dug back on the two of them.

Wen Xuechen didn't feel pain, and he didn't actually need to breathe, so he did the job of burying himself very well.

After a long period of labor and mobilizing the little mana left in his body, his world finally became completely quiet.

Lying beside him is his sister Xian, and the dark earth mother mercifully embraced him, and Wen Xuechen felt a peace of mind that he hadn't experienced in the past 13 years.

He whispered in that skeleton's ear, and sent out a love poem that he could never send out: "... sit and watch the sky and earth, lie down and watch your heart, flowing clouds make you, and flying stars make you."

After that, he clenched the bones' fingers and closed his eyes.

He has already died, and he has formed a body that will never die. Then, he will always be here with his sister Xian.

When Wen Xuechen entered the tomb, except for his cicada clothes, he only held a handkerchief in his hand, and wrote the word "Xian".

Zhou Xian is thin and bony, and holds a handkerchief in his hand, writing the word "dust".

Life is like a string, full of wind and dust.

The two of Xianchen, who meet here, will never be separated.

Everyone on the ground looked at a flat grave on the ground, but no one mentioned the matter of bringing Wen Xuechen out.

Only Qu Chi whispered, "Xuechen is inside."

Zhou Beinan lowered his head, his slightly messy temple hair hung down, blocking his eyes: "...Stop talking."

Qu Chi said: "I will undo the seal of spiritual power for him. He will be more comfortable inside."

After capturing Wen Xuechen, Meng Chongguang only cared about the fainted Xu Xingzhi, so Qu Chi sealed Wen Xuechen's spiritual power.

This time no one stopped him, so Qu Chi twisted his heart formula and broke the shackles imposed on Wen Xuechen's spiritual root.

In an instant, the brilliance flourished, but that light did not come from the ground, but from Lu Yujiu.

Holding the roulette in his hand, Lu Yujiu felt as if his chakras had been completely washed. When his knees suddenly fell to the ground, the gods felt clear and light, rushing all the way to the nine heavens.Righteous and quiet, with pure energy in the air, Lu Yujiu's whole body was wrapped in a cocoon of incomparably pure spiritual power, just like a newborn child.

Rao Xu Xingzhi stared blankly for a moment when he saw this scene before he said in a hoarse voice, "Xuechen..."

This was Wen Xuechen's last gift to Lu Yujiu.

——Wen Xuechen dissected the spiritual root, melted away its shape, and fused it with the roulette.

He counted that Qu Chi would release his spiritual power, and he could count on Qingliang Valley, only Lu Yujiu was qualified to touch his roulette.And the only one left who could inherit his spiritual power was Lu Yujiu, who cultivated both Taoism and ghosts.

Now that the seal is released, all the skills he has cultivated for decades have poured into Lu Yujiu's body.

And his sapphire roulette, after completing his mission, broke into several pieces of jade tiles with a clang, and his spiritual power dissipated, and he died as a martyr.

Lu Yujiu's spiritual light drifted away, like a long lamp, but the sudden increase in skill did not make Lu Yujiu feel half happy.

He opened his mouth, unable to cry out, and the voice that came out of his mouth was trembling: "Senior Brother Wen..."

... His brother Wen was lying awake in the floating soil in front of him, but he was separated from them forever.

Everyone was immersed in their emotions, even Qu Chi was in a daze, but no one noticed for a while, Tao Xian stayed in the cave and did not come out.

He also saw the letter Xu Xingzhi saw just now, so he picked up the remaining two letters and planned to hand them to Meng Chongguang and Lu Yujiu. Living.

In his limited cognition, Tao Xian knew that Senior Brother Wen hated people who were immoral, and he was even more honest with Meng Chongguang. Why didn't he leave a few words to Senior Brother Wen and the better-connected brother Wen when they parted? Brother Zhou, why did you want to leave a message for Meng Chongguang?

Moreover, Tao Xian felt that he had to open the letter and take a look at it, not knowing where the premonition came from.

After a brief hesitation, with a pale face and trembling hands, he opened the folded bark.

Although Tao Xian was not very literate, the characters above were not difficult, and he could understand every word.

After a while, he trembled violently all over.

"In the wild land, three tools are formed. The book of the world is divided into two parts, half belongs to Tao Xian, and half belongs to Xingzhi. Be sure to kill Tao Xian and protect Xingzhi."

Tao Xian crumpled the blood-stained bark, and hurriedly hid it between his sleeves, as if he was eager to hide an unsightly festering wound.