I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

Shi Yao, a white-faced scholar, clutched his wound and left this place pitifully long ago. To the man in black robe, he was just an ant, a passer-by.

The man in black robe unconsciously frowned at the blood-stained bones in his hands. It was already stained with other people's blood, so he might not be able to use it anymore.

He sat on the railing outside the main hall and fiddled with the white bone in his hand. The bone was polished to an extremely round shape by its owner, but the tip was extremely sharp. It had an obvious conical feature. I don’t know if his junior brother Shen noticed it. This white bone is exactly the same as the Zhuxian awl that he fixed into his soul back then.

There was a glint of color in his eyes, and unexpectedly, he remembered the conversation with that person just now.

"You are always so high-sounding. It is true that the Fallen Demon Killer has seized the throne, but Junior Brother Shen, who has always taken responsibility and valued all sentient beings in the world, has also become a Taoist partner with a demon who is naturally cold." What right do you have to accuse me?"

"Although Nan Ming was born as a demon, he never killed innocent people indiscriminately in his life. On the contrary, he is more upright than some righteous people. Why do you say that about him!"

Why?

As a filthy reptile-like person, he really has no right to say so.

The night is bleak, and from time to time, two crows with ugly crows fly by, and the cold moon shines on the earth, or the melancholy heart.

The round and delicate white bones finally turned into powder in his hands, fluttering, and scattered to unknown places with the wind.

Gently brushing the coquettish red lotus on his face with his fingers, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, do you regret it?He never regrets any of his decisions.Without sadness or joy, he turned over from the railing, and once again went to the person he hated or...loved so much.

The man in black robe walked gracefully, like strolling in a courtyard. He grinned, and smiled at Shen Guhong, who was restrained by layers of restraints: "Junior Brother Shen's soul pain, is it alright?"

There was no trace of loneliness in him just now, he walked leisurely, especially carelessly, and looked at the immortal who was dressed in plain white clothes and dust-free.

Shen Guhong just frowned slightly, the place he was in was painted with a high-level spell that bound the gods, how could he, an incarnation that only contained a soul, be able to decipher it.

He actually didn't understand why the other party destroyed his dantian, but it was an incarnation outside the body, and it wasn't until the pain that went straight into the soul that he suddenly remembered-Zhu Xianzhu.

Seeing that Shen Guhong didn't intend to talk to him, the black-robed man also fell silent, Shen Guhong's eyes were always on Tianxia, ​​and without him, maybe there was a figure of a person, but that figure was a little devil from the devil world .

He whispered coldly: "Junior Brother Shen, what do you like most about that person? How did senior brother bring you?" His words were a little curious and puzzled.

Shen Guhong didn't answer, he remained indifferent as usual, there seemed to be a ray of cool and unremarkable faint breath escaping from his sleeves, like the snow falling in the cold, when the fresh air flowed, he could only feel the faint fragrance floating.

The black-robed man smelled the faintly cold air under his nose. Without the disturbance of the scent of the medicine, the original smell of the other party was more obvious. His heart seemed to have calmed down a lot, and his tone softened unconsciously. :"you are always like this."

But at such a rare moment of tenderness, Shen Guhong avoided his sight, even closed his eyes, unwilling to look any more.

The face of the black-robed man changed suddenly, he clenched his fist tightly, his nails dug into the palm of his hand, and bright red blood gradually oozes from between his fingers.

Shen Guhong!Shen Guhong! !Shen Guhong! ! !

How could the soul pierced by the Zhuxian awl stand up to the violent fluctuations of his soul, and for a moment it brought a pain that seemed to tear the soul apart. This pain has accompanied him for nearly ten thousand years, and he has never wanted it since the beginning. Health, almost numb now.

He raised his sleeves and extended his palm. If there were other people at this time, in their eyes, this palm movement was powerless, like a whisk on a table, light and without a trace of power.

But is this palm really powerless?

Shen Guhong, who was the person involved, naturally felt that with that palm, the aura of the heavens and the earth here fluctuated greatly, and then the air was distorted and crushed, and the air flow surged up, all rushing towards him.

Shen Guhong still didn't move, he opened his eyes suddenly and raised his hand until the air flow rushed to the door.

One finger, only one finger, nothing more.

An ordinary finger blocked the opponent's angry palm, and the condensed and broken air flowed again.

The black-robed man was taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't thought that the other party still had the energy left, he couldn't help laughing: "Such treacherous tricks are not in the style of Junior Brother Shen."

The black-robed man withdrew his palm, and hid his slightly trembling hand in his loose robe.

Shen Guhong's tone was light: "Peach Blossom Finger, his own trick."

This "he" doesn't need to be said much, both of them understand.

"One finger at the peach blossom, one smile at the flower", how could the black-robed man not have heard of the fame technique created by Kyushu Mozun when he was a teenager, a boy who was only over a thousand years old, and started to make his way in the world of cultivation at the age of 13 , with a mysterious identity, and acts both righteous and evil.

This person is undoubtedly a genius, even in the setting sun world where there are as many geniuses as cabbages, Demon Lord Nanming of Kyushu is undoubtedly a rare genius.

Shen Guhong was already in the formation that suppressed the soul, so using his spiritual power recklessly would do him a lot of damage, but he not only used his spiritual power, but also used Nan Ming's famous skill 'Peach Blossom Finger', black robe The man couldn't help re-examining Shen Guhong's strength in his heart.

The atmosphere between the two couldn't help being a little weird, and neither of them spoke.

The black-robed man closed his eyes, took a long breath, and opened his eyes until he calmed down a bit, but when he spoke, his words were more nostalgic than Fang Gang: "Junior Shen, do you still remember when you were 14 years old?" Is it the first time to go out to experience the sect?"

Shen Guhong remained silent.

"That's right, it's normal if you don't remember. It happened so many years ago, so how can you still remember it?" The man in black robe had a mocking smile on his lips, and even his voice was raised a little because of it, which he didn't like very much. Shen Guhong looked at his indifferent eyes, really wanted to destroy these indifferent eyes, but...he couldn't bear it.

Shen Guhong was originally not talkative, he raised his eyes to look at his elder brother, his eyes were also indifferent like a god, but at this moment he spoke.

"At that time, I was so proud and arrogant that I wanted to exorcise demons and protect the ordinary people in Fancheng, but unexpectedly, my success was unfavorable."

The black-robed man didn't look at Shen Guhong's reaction, but was slightly stunned for a moment, and the anger that swept over him quickly subsided, he chuckled lightly, and said with a little nostalgia: "So you still have an impression! At that time You went to experience alone, such a small child, I was worried about your accident, so I secretly followed you to protect you, but I didn't expect that my celestial genius, Junior Brother Shen, was actually a road idiot. Already lost."

At that time, his heart was softened by this young man who was obviously at a loss and couldn't find his way, but still had a small face.So he hid in the dark and painstakingly guided the young boy, protecting him all the way.Later, after returning to the Zongmen, he was punished by his master for this, and he was punished to go to Siguo Fengsi for three years. When he came out again, the little boy had become a real boy, and he was even colder, his emotions and anger were invisible. .

Shen Guhong fell silent, but he didn't answer, he actually knew all this, maybe he didn't know who was protecting him at first, but could it be that after three full months of experience, he really didn't notice anything?

But his elder brother, who used to be very gentle and loving, cared for his juniors and sisters, and would devote a lot of time to practice to teach them, why did he become like that again?

As the chief disciple of the Haoran Sect, the eldest brother was originally the best next suzerain in the eyes of the master, but he fell into a demon and killed the master who regarded him as his own son.

After nearly ten thousand years, Shen Guhong finally asked the question in his heart: "Why?"

The man in black robe had a playful face, he wanted to answer "no why", or casually tell a shocking secret, but in the end he didn't say any of these answers.

After a long silence, his eyes were obscure, he touched the space ring on his index finger, and said such an ambiguous sentence: "Junior Brother Shen, I have always been a very proud person."

Shen Guhong just thought about it for a while, then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "Is it Junior Sister?"

The movement of the black-robed man rubbing the space ring paused slightly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and the originally suppressed anger swept over again, he gritted his teeth, and forcibly suppressed the anger, leaving only a coldness in his eyes.

He just said indifferently, "No."

In fact, the answer is not important at all. After ten thousand years, no matter how many helpless difficulties and disturbances, they can only go with the wind.

Shen Guhong touched the wound on his dantian with his fingertips, the pain was so great, but he was indifferent as usual, even though he had been in such a mess for tens of thousands of years.

……

"Yo, brother, you really can't do without the empress. How long has it taken you to make yourself so embarrassed?"

No one but the demon emperor Bai Ziqi could say such words that deserved a beating.

The corners of Nanming's eyes were raised slightly, and the dark red moles of tears reflected a little dangerous light, he said with a smile: "But I haven't seen you for a few days, brother Ziqi really likes to joke more and more."

These words are really... murderous.

Who is Bai Ziqi?

Nanming's face was so beautiful, especially when he was smiling, Bai Ziqi secretly reflected on why he was swaying again, his brother might want to kill his relatives rightly.

However, at this moment, the Cangmang sword in Nanming's hand trembled slightly, and Nanming's heart tightened suddenly.

What the hell is going on?This palpitating feeling is not like the perception of danger in advance, but more like...

Even if he no longer believed that something would happen to that person, Nan Ming still felt a little worried.

His smile faded away, his eyelashes drooped slightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a kind of seriousness in his expression.

Bai Ziqi was naturally aware of his brother's abnormality at this time, but he didn't bother him, until Nan Ming's brows were slightly relieved, and he asked, "What's the matter, could it be our Kyushu Demon Venerable who is so delicate?" The body is so soft that even a little injury can't bear it."

These words were as infuriating as ever, but Nan Ming did not bicker with him as before, but just put his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone, "You guys go first! I still have something to do."

Bai Ziqi frowned slightly, he stopped teasing Nan Ming, and asked seriously, "What's going on?"

Nan Ming only shook his head, unwilling to say more: "It's probably an illusion."

Such a nonsensical remark, even Bai Ziqi's exquisite heart would not be able to hear him, let alone him.

But Junge seemed to be able to hear it, and said: "If you want to see it, go and see it, just to make sure."

Nan Ming raised his brows slightly, smiled without saying a word.

He and Shen Guhong have been a Taoist couple for nearly a thousand years, how could it be possible that they have no feelings at all, thinking about this, Nan Ming frowned again, something must have happened to Shen Guhong!

Jun Ge's expression was normal from the very beginning, maybe no matter what he encountered, he would always be so calm, did he pat Nan Ming's shoulder emotionally, and said: "Do whatever you want, we are always there for you Around."

ok, very good.

So the demon emperor Bai Ziqi was even more puzzled by Monk Zhanger.

Nan Ming seemed to be aware of the other party's emotions, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Junge, you are indeed my friend, not like someone."

After finishing speaking, I suddenly thought of a tall and straight figure in white clothes, and couldn't help but slightly softened his eyebrows, and unconsciously showed a light and gentle color.No matter how many external factors exist in it, if you care about it, then go and have a look. He Nanming has always been a person who does what he wants, so why is he so restrained.

The depression between his brows disappeared for a moment, and he laughed and flew away.

Bai·Someone·Ziqi: "..." Nanming, you are doing well.

Inexplicably, the two people who made up a pair again faced each other without saying a word.

Bai Ziqi: "..." What is this inexplicable feeling of embarrassment?

Sure enough, it was His Majesty Pluto who frightened him when he told him to bring the dowry there on the sixth day of the next month and not wait until it was overdue.

He coughed lightly, and asked without embarrassment: "I don't know if Pluto knows what Nan Mingfang is talking about?" Listen out.

Because of this, Jun Ge didn't show the slightest bit of sarcasm to Bai Ziqi, and he wasn't such a boring person, so he just curled his lips slightly, showing a faint smile.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor may wish to guess for himself."

Although Junge is surrounded by ghosts, this does not hinder his charm. On the contrary, his handsome appearance is even more inseparable because of this half-smile.

A blood-colored robe was rattled by the wind, but the person remained motionless. Just standing there with a red umbrella in one hand, he had the invisible aura and deterrent force of being proud of the world. It was an extremely deterrent thing, but Pluto Junge took it for granted.

Feeling the feeling of suffocation coming to his face, Bai Ziqi couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "The King of Pluto is well-deserved of his reputation, I have learned a lot today."

Therefore, Nan Ming's friends are actually people with extremely evil tastes, even if they are as cold and gloomy as King Junge of Pluto.

Nan Ming moved his body at will, and raised his clothes. He was going there with a purpose, but in less than half a cup of tea, he came to the valley of flowers before.

Hundreds of flowers are planted everywhere, the flowers bloom like a sea, and the garden is full of fragrance. You only need to take a long breath, and the rich fragrance of flowers will immediately flow into your mouth and nose, filling your chest.

Nan Ming followed a winding stream to the place where Shen Guhong originally grilled fish.

There is not much difference between here and when he left, the flowers are still in full bloom, and even the places that were burned by Shen Guhong are the same as before, with a few broken flowers floating on the water, swimming Every now and then a fish jumps out of the water...

There didn't seem to be any difference except that the person wasn't there.

That person didn't have any reason to stay here all the time, so it should be just an illusion, he was probably having a nightmare, that's why he felt that something happened to Shen Guhong.

It wasn't until a very subtle fragrance passed by the tip of his nose that his face suddenly changed. In the rich floral fragrance, that smell was almost mixed with the floral fragrance, but it was like a clear water washing quietly, like a spring day The breeze that blows the flowers in the sky, and it is like the butterfly flying in the last life in the cold wind in autumn. He is too familiar with this smell - Die Drunk.

There are very few people who can produce this kind of fragrance, because the main material of this fragrance, the fantasy dream butterfly, was confirmed to be extinct thousands of years ago.

Midiezui is a rare fragrance in the cultivation world that can be obtained even by monks in the tribulation period. The demon emperor Bai Ziqi has a small bottle in his hand. Although he jokingly called it "a good fragrance that is necessary for murder and robbery", it is also rare on weekdays. Tight baby.

The reason why Nan Ming is familiar with this fragrance is only because the fantasy dream butterfly has a lot of things in the devil world, and the butterfly drunk is also passed down from their devil world. He used this fragrance to do a special anti-drug training, so how could he? unfamiliar.

Nanming's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, his dark eyes reflected a ferocious light, and the giant wheel of the six samsaras was slowly turning in his eyes, as if he was about to destroy the world in the next second, but at this moment, he chose to Unbelievably calm, who is it?

He showed a strange smile, and said softly: "Nowadays, there are no more than three people in the comprehension world who have Midiezui, so that person can only be from the demon world."

Black sparks burst out from Nanming's body, and the bursting sparks bloomed into trembling pea-sized beams of light on the ground.

However, it was this huge flame, with Nanming as the center, black flames began to ignite rapidly around, the violent energy was frightening, the sky filled with flames enveloped the entire Flower Valley, within a few breaths, this beautiful fairyland was like a dream The Valley of Flowers was in ruins, only the creek where Shen Guhong had fished still existed.

Nanming's beautiful face showed a rare soft expression, instead of the sharp and sharp expression in the past, he raised his head slightly, reflecting the firelight all over the sky, and suddenly smiled, his laughter was murderous.

Just like what he said many years ago: only he can hurt Shen Guhong, even if this person dies one day, he can only die in the hands of his Nanming.

Such a person can use affection so deep to impress Qing Leng Xianjun, or be cold and ruthless enough to make people frightened.

The black-robed man far away in the far west was grinding his bones again, but for a moment he frowned and groaned, with blood spilling out of his mouth, he casually wiped it with his thumb, looked at the bright red blood on his fingertips and smiled There was a sound.

"Nan Ming, Demon Lord of Kyushu, I have underestimated you."