A low-key old story

The top of the sea of ​​clouds.

There are two people standing in the air.

Surrounded by immortal energy, it is in the state of auspicious clouds.

A demonic energy overflowing, the posture of an evil and charming demon.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and the cold wind blew the robes rattling. The young man in the white and black elegant Taoist robe was really good-looking, and it was nothing more than a heaven and a man descended from the earth.Obviously, he should have a fairy-like appearance, but there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and a three-point playfulness in his eyes.

He turned the green prison that was emitting a faint blue light in his hand, and pointed it straight at the young man in black: "Why are you cultivating demons?"

The young man in black looked at him quietly. He still remembered that when he was asked for the first time, he ran away.Under the fury of the man, he didn't even say a word to defend himself, and walked away in a panic.

This time, he couldn't avoid it.

"For the common people of the world!" He said.

The voice like the texture of gold and jade is resounding.

Even if he said this by a demon cultivator, it would be unbelievable to outsiders.

Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, all the Taoist cultivators who came to watch the battle outside the formation were filled with righteous indignation, wishing to go into battle in person.

"When will the common people in the world be protected by you, a demon cultivator, you are not ashamed to say it!"

"Bah! It's really hateful! Please sword fairy quickly wipe out this devil!"

"..."

"But the common people don't need you." The smile in his eyes was even bigger, and the tip of the sword picked up a strand of hair from the shoulders of the young man in black, and suddenly approached his ear, "Why don't you and I join hands to destroy this damn thing?" common people."

With the broken hair falling down, the young man in black closed his eyes and discarded his sword: "Master, I don't want to be your enemy."

The man looked happy: "Then..."

He slowly grabbed the man's sword-holding hand, and embraced him from behind with one hand, with neither sadness nor joy in his black and white eyes.

"But I have to give an explanation to the people of the world, to you... an explanation. My existence is for this day."

The restrained devilish energy erupted in an instant, sweeping towards that person.

The man seemed to have been on guard for a long time, and the sword energy condensed into a barrier to cleanse the devil energy.

The strength of the young man in black clasped his hand was terrifying, as if he wanted to crush his bones.

"Rong Su, I'm your master!"

"No." Rong Su said, "You're just a demon who wants to occupy the magpie's nest."

The blood in Rong Su's mouth didn't have time to swallow, it dripped from the corner of his mouth like an endless stream.The devil energy erodes the sword energy, and the sword energy continues to eat away at the devil energy. Neither of them can get along well.

Rong Su received two swords from the heart demon before, and under the environment that tore everything apart, the wound opened again and the blood flowed continuously.

The inner demon calmed down, and sneered: "Since you are willing, then you'd better not let go."

As he said that, he withdrew his sword energy, turned himself into a mortal before practicing Taoism, and fell down sharply.

Seeing his painful face eroded by the demonic energy, Rong Su's hands trembled, and he let go immediately.

"Hahahahaha——Rong Su, today is your death day!"

The figure that fell from the clouds jumped up again, swinging his sword towards Rongsu.

Rong Su made a decision quickly: "Tianyan Sword Formation, open!"

This is the second time he has spent a lot of cultivation to activate a large-scale forbidden technique. The first time he sacrificed the common people to save him, and the second time he came to kill him for the common people.

The sword formation that had been set up early in the morning lit up with a dazzling light, and shot straight into the sky.Tens of thousands of swords came from the sky and rushed towards the two of them.

"Rong Su! Why do you think this broken sword array can kill me?!"

The sharp sword scattered the demon's hair, and the blood stained the Taoist robe almost red. His eyes were red with murderous intent, and he looked more like a demon cultivator than Rong Su.

Rong Su was not much better, his black clothes had been cut open, and he looked very embarrassed as he struggled to support himself.But he was determined in his heart, and his face was calm and unhurried, far less unbearable than last time.

He gritted his teeth and didn't answer him.

Under the impact of Wan Jian's wave after wave, the heart demon was so annoyed that he slashed at Rong Su desperately.

Rong Su wanted to control the formation and block Wan Jian, seeing his actions, he suddenly felt a little powerless, and said in his heart: "Master, this disciple has tried his best."

"Your Highness!"

"Brother!"

"Rongsu!"

"Xi Yu, what are you doing?"

On the other side, the two factions who were incompatible with each other turned around and came towards the formation one after another.

He saw a figure break into the sword formation, chasing after the heart demon all the way.

"Master——" Rong Su, who was meditating, slapped the air, regardless of whether he would be injured by the sword, exhausted his remaining spiritual power, threw himself on him, and switched positions with him.

The sword pierced from behind, and the two embraced tightly.

After receiving this sword again, Rong Su couldn't even maintain his devilish energy, and tens of thousands of swords ran wildly in the formation at once.

"Senior brother, you..." Xi Yu panicked, obviously he was so resolute as he said before, but he was still reluctant in the end.

Xi Yu didn't even dare to draw his sword, defrauding his master and destroying his ancestors, he was completely clean at once.He took two steps back, not knowing where to put his hands and feet, and even forgot that he was in the formation.

Zhen Jinglan opened his mouth, only to see him being pierced by Wan Jian, but he couldn't say anything.

"Master?" Rong Su felt the familiar sword energy contain him and protect him together.

"Yeah." He was already awake when he was stabbed by a sword.With the movement of the Qing prison in his hand, the formation was destroyed with a single sword, and the sword image piercing into the chest of the two was guided and pulled away.

Rong Su fell down from midair uncontrollably, Zhen Jinglan caught up with him and fell to the ground together.Rong Su felt a steady flow of warm current into his body, and he knew that it was the master who was saving him.When he could sit up, there was no trace of blood on Zhen Jinglan's face.

"Master." He said in a trembling voice.

"En." Zhen Jinglan slowly lay down on his kneeling lap.

Tens of thousands of swords shattered and fell from the sky, like a rain of swords, but disappeared before they hit the ground.

Rong Su said: "Do you still remember the questions you asked Xi Yu and the others in Xingyunzong when they first started?"

What Zhen Jinglan asked was: "If this journey of cultivating immortality is destined to be a road of walking on blood and dry bones, wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, walking side by side with demons and monsters, will you retreat?"

The corner of Zhen Jinglan's mouth curled into a smile: "Did you hear that?"

Rong Su held his hand: "Want to hear my answer?"

"Ah."

Rong Su slowly clenched his five fingers: "I am willing to accompany you, forever and ever."

Zhen Jinglan sighed slightly, glanced across his chest, and reached out to support his face: "I hurt you again."

His hands began to become transparent, he was still smiling, and disappeared without a trace from Rong Rong's arms, the only thing left was a green prison full of cracks.

"Master?"

He picked up the Qing Prison Sword and held it in his hands. His hands trembled uncontrollably, but he calmed down again and again.

"Jinglan—" he whispered to the sword.

In the northwest corner, above the sea, there is an island suspended in the air, a man and a beast stood there and witnessed the whole process.

"My mission is complete." The speaker was Mu Zishu, and his eyes turned to Bai He beside him, "I'm leaving here soon, Bai Xiao, will you come with me?"

A trace of reluctance flashed in Bai He's eyes, he shook his head, saw him take two steps, and followed him closely: "I'll be with you."

"Want to say goodbye?"

"No, you don't have to tell him."

Mu Zishu is a time traveler, also known as an executor.He came for another executor's heart demon. The road of cultivating the Tao is cultivating the Tao and also cultivating the mind.If the mind is unstable and the hostility is too strong, it is easy to generate demons.But Zhen Jinglan's inner demon was born with him, so he can only cultivate his mind.The demon is still growing day by day, and one day Zhen Jinglan will be unable to control it, and what he has to do is to help him gain a chance of reversal before he is controlled by the demon.

Every world will have an executor. They turn their hands into clouds, and turn their hands into rain. No one can match them.They either hide from the world, maintain the righteous way, or endanger the common people, setting off bloody storms and huge waves. Every way is their own choice.The way of heaven chose them, whether it is fate or fate, to put it more mysteriously, there must be a definite number in the dark.

And every executor will have a guide who conforms to the way of heaven. Mu Zishu's guide is called a monster, but she prefers the system model, as if a system is bound in her mind.Zhen Jinglan's guide is me, Bai Xiao, maybe I didn't even know that I had such an identity before that, but Mu Zishu knew it from the first time he saw me.

The guide can be transformed into any form, but it is limited by the way of heaven and cannot be done arbitrarily.Mu Zishu was different, spending the so-called "points" wantonly.Every time he was about to save up, he used up the points just right until he was sent here.

When Mu Zishu first came, he was pretty safe, and chose a Taoist named Li Yuan to fight against Zhen Jinglan. After hundreds of years, he couldn't even see each other, and he couldn't change the ending.So he materialized the demon in his heart and summoned it in advance.The only way to kill him is for Zhen Jinglan to explode his Nascent Soul.Once again, he spent all his points, reshaped his body, and had two souls with Zhen Jinglan.In his words, "This child, like Zhen Jinglan, was conceived by the heavens and the earth, but it was a quick success. It can't compare to the profound foundation he accumulated with time. The attributes are a little crude, but the plasticity is high."

I later learned a word called "skin".

Mu Zishu's strong words were very skinny.

Turning his head and looking at Rong Su who was stunned in place, he withdrew his gaze and followed Mu Zishu's footsteps.

The story begins from the day Zhen Jinglan was reborn.

Now I'm going to start telling this legendary story. I have fine wine. Are you interested in hearing it?

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This chapter was written in 2015, like a sand sculpture.