I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

In the depths of a dilapidated alley, a man in white was sitting on the ground. He was breathing heavily and drowsy. If he hadn't leaned his back against a wall, he would have been unable to support himself. This man clearly looked seriously injured.

The messy hair covered half of his face, but the face hidden under the pitch-black hair, even if it was far away, even if he was in the depths of this dirty alley, he could vaguely see it. It was a beautiful face, unmistakably handsome, dressed in white, if it weren't for the large bloodstain on his chest, it could even be called glamorous.

This person's eyebrows are beautiful, perhaps because of the pain, his beautiful eyebrows are slightly condensed. Looking at his clothes, he should be an elegant young man, peerlessly beautiful, but his eyes are the most alluring red phoenix eyes, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised. Picking, with a three-point beauty, his thin lips are tightly pressed, and the color of his lips is extremely light... This is a person who is dying, but his eyes are extremely clear and bright.

Nan Ming took a breath, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he only remembered that the Sansheng Stone was shining brightly in a trance, he was dazzled by the light, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to this person.

Nan Ming wanted to move, but he didn't even have the ability to control the fingers of this body.

This body is not his, or it should be said that this soul is his, he was just pulled over by this familiar soul, the Three Lives Stone, one glance at Three Lives, but what he saw was not Three Lives, but the experience of... .

what on earth is it?

Nan Ming suddenly remembered the deal Po Meng had said.

Although the Three Lives Stone can be seen at a glance, it is just like watching flowers on horseback. A cultivator's heart is so firm, although it will have a certain influence, but how can he be obsessed with the dreamlike Three Lives? In the past, I used the power of three layers in exchange for the experience of this life.

So... he is now in the body of his previous life.

There was no sound around, the lonely moonlight shone on him, revealing a little desolation, as if he felt something, Nan Ming followed his body and raised his head suddenly, what caught his eyes was a gorgeous black dress, when he looked up again, he saw It is a handsome man.

As I said before, Nan Ming's body at this time is like a dying person, but his eyes are extremely clear and bright. Such light, of course, also attracts other people.

The face of the visitor was as clear as a sculpture, and the angular face was extremely handsome, with a bit of evil spirit, but the inadvertent light in the eyes made people dare not underestimate it.

The other party looked at him condescendingly, and asked coldly, "Who are you?" It seemed that as long as Nan Ming's answer was not to his liking, he would immediately kill him.

Nan Ming was shocked by the man's face.

This person is actually Meng Po, who is not at all similar to the Meng Po he has seen. Although he has the same appearance, this person's face is much ruddy and healthier, and his eyes are not as lifeless as Meng Po's. Beautiful, like the stars in the sky.

Unlike Shen Guhong, Shen Guhong's eyes contained too many things, hiding mountains, forests and deserts, and all living beings in the world, so they were as calm as water and as deep as an abyss.

And when Po Meng's eyes look at a person, it can give people the illusion that only you are in his eyes.

Seeing Po Meng, Nan Ming should have been a little flustered, but his heart followed his body and relaxed slightly, thinking the same thing: just a mortal.

Then the owner of this body answered Granny Meng's question with a cold voice, with a deceptive temptation: "I don't have a name, and my name is... Qiankun."

Universe!

Nan Ming was shocked by this honorary title. Qiankun is the heaven and earth, the origin of all things. How arrogant it is to dare to use these two characters as an honorary title.

For tens of thousands of years, there has been only one person named Qiankun in the world of comprehension, and that is Venerable Qiankun. Thousands of years ago, a genius of comprehension who climbed up step by step from an unknown small world shocked the world of comprehension at that time.It is clear that he is just a casual cultivator without any backing, but he breaks out of the world and dominates the world.

Nan Ming couldn't help thinking about what happened later, because at this time his soul seemed to be completely fused with his body, and what the other party thought had become what he thought. Their souls were originally from the same source, so why should they be separated? One you and me, Nanming is Venerable Qiankun.

The visitor seemed dissatisfied with his answer, he bent down slightly, and a blood-red dagger was already touching Nan Ming's neck, bringing out an icy cold light.

He looked straight into Nan Ming's eyes, and said coldly: "Don't play tricks with me, you don't have a name, who are you going to lie to?"

Nan Ming tilted his head, very few people dared to get so close to him, and very few people dared to look directly at his face like this, there is a charm in the exercises he practiced, if you don't pay attention, you will make people Many people with advanced cultivation levels have fallen into it, and the other party is just a mere mortal, but they have not been recruited, which is a bit... interesting.

"The Venerable Qiankun promises a thousand gold, and never lies."

The other party frowned, it was probably because Nan Ming was too sure, he already believed ninety percent, but there is no one in the rivers and lakes whose title is Qiankun Venerable, and looking at the other party's demeanor, a bold idea came to him heart.

"Are you an immortal?" The visitor's eyes brightened a lot, and those star-like pupils became even brighter.

Nan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes. He was probably a little disappointed. He was just a greedy person, and his voice was much colder than before: "You shouldn't get it." Don't think too much about it."

The visitor became amused by Nan Ming's words: "You are threatening me."

"Yes... so what?"

The other party froze for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "You fairy is so funny, and the fairy is in trouble, shouldn't you promise some benefits to mortals? You are good, but you are threatening me, so you don't have to be afraid... ..."

The other party moved closer, breathed in Nanning's ear, and said softly: "I'm not afraid that I will kill you."

"You must know that this seat is at least the devil among mortals. The leader of the devil's sect may be just a villain who does all kinds of evil in the eyes of immortals. It's not worth mentioning, but I, a villain, like to take advantage of others."

After the other party finished saying this, he kept observing Nan Ming's expression, hoping to find something interesting, but the other party didn't blink his eyes, just looked at him so coldly, it was the first time that Master Meng ate on a person Don't you think that the other party doesn't know his current situation, can't he show a little bit of fear anyway?

Master Meng was a little bit reluctant to let this little beauty die like this.

But the person sitting on the ground suddenly spoke again, and said a long paragraph: "Your sword can only defend but not attack, so you can't change it, but if the enemy attacks you, you have to defend it. Middleman, you are the most conservative person I have ever seen, but keeping it is indeed a good prescription, but you are a mortal after all, even if I am only half breathed, you can... kill you." The person sitting on the ground After finishing this extremely long paragraph, he closed his eyes tiredly.

Master Meng's eyes became very bright all of a sudden. He repeated it twice, and his expression became more and more excited: "You fairy is so interesting. I am Mengxi, and the fairy must remember."

As he said that, he actually put the crimson dagger into his sleeve, smiling brightly, like the warm sun in winter.

Nan Ming replied silently in his heart: You are a mortal and you are so funny. This deity remembers you. If there is a chance to see you again, this deity promises not to kill (accent) you.

Nan Ming never thought that this little mortal would be so bold as to pick him up from the ground. Nan Ming struggled with the intense pain in his internal organs, and gathered a little spiritual power in his hands. If he acted rashly, he could immediately kill the other party.

Master Meng looked at the little beauty in his arms. His face was handsome and gorgeous, his skin was as pale as snow, and his temperament was as cold as ice. He couldn't help but sighed: "Oh~ Immortals, don't you think that all of you cultivators are so beautiful? Cultivation of Immortals Is it helpful for beauty and beauty?"

Nan Ming sneered sneeringly, turned his head away, and ignored the other person's words, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would not be able to help spitting out the blood that had reached his throat.

Only then did he forcefully use his spiritual power, but his body became more and more dilapidated.

The other party laughed, and the deep voice was mixed with a bit of amusement: "Could it be that the immortal is about to lose his soul? I have also heard that the inner palace of a cultivator is like a human's dantian. As long as the golden core or If the Nascent Soul is destroyed, the immortal can only become a mortal."

Nan Ming's half-drowned eyes suddenly opened, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and said coldly: "You can give it a try."

"No, no, this seat has always been a person who likes to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so can't the immortals learn from this seat? Be gentle with beauties."

"Beauties can, but you... can't."

The little flame in Master Meng's heart was about to be ignited by him, but in the end he just smiled: "I will save immortals, although I am a member of the Demon Cult, but when I was young and frivolous, I would have thought about it." After cultivating immortals to seek the Tao, not to mention immortals are rare beauties in this world, can't I be delighted to see you?"

After the word, he didn't say much. Later, he sought all the talents and treasures in the world just to save the person in his arms. The reason was just a joke under the dim moonlight.

Well, it must be because this person is so good-looking.

……

The sound of the piano in the courtyard was non-stop, distant and elegant, and slowly released. The very light and light music, after noticing the extra person in the courtyard, suddenly the sound of the piano changed, like a cold wind blowing towards the face, the match The snow is icy cold, the Qing Dynasty is extremely cold, and the sound of the zither is gurgling, but it has a three-point biting style.

As soon as Meng Xi entered the courtyard, he saw a man in white playing the piano under the bamboo forest.Under the moonlight, the other party's pale and beautiful face actually seemed much softer, two parts sick, three parts lonely and lonely... Just like him Meng Xi, even if there are countless people around him, no one can truly Believe that, after fighting and fighting, he will be left alone in the end, experiencing the infinite loneliness, the other party and him are actually people of the same path, it turns out that immortals also have such a feeling of being overwhelmed by high places.

When Meng Xi heard the sound of the qin outside, he couldn't help but sympathize a little bit, but now when he saw the person playing the qin, even his heart beat a little faster unconsciously, did he actually fall in love with a fairy?How can a fairy be left behind by a mortal, it's just a delusion.

He smiled casually, pulled out the sword at his waist, tied a sword flower, and danced the sword to the sound of the zither.

The sword of the leader of the Demon Cult is for killing, not for viewing. This is probably the first time in his life that he has danced a sword in front of people.

Nan Ming was stunned for a moment, but he also laughed out loud. Most of the time his zither sound was accompanied by desperate screams. This was the first person who dared to dance a sword under his zither sound.I thought the other party was just dancing wildly, but unexpectedly, the other party actually realized the artistic conception in his piano, just like a person felt his loneliness.

How can ordinary people comprehend the artistic conception of Mo Yuanqin? Could it be someone who is destined?

The person who plays the piano is gorgeous and graceful, and the person who dances the sword is just to chase that resonance.Under the caress of the moonlight, one person holds the zither and the other holds a sword, and there is a tacit understanding.

Afterwards, as if he got used to it, apart from managing the Demon Cult and looking for all kinds of geniuses and treasures to heal each other, Hierarch Meng has another hobby, which is to listen to the other party play a song and dance for the other party under the moonlight. a sword.

After Nan Ming's health improved a little, Meng Xi began to bring a pot of wine from time to time to drink with each other. Every time, he smiled brightly. This bright smile is probably able to impress even the coldest people. What's more, Venerable Qiankun is not ice-cold in the first place.

In Nan Ming's heart, he has probably gradually regarded the person who drank with him and played games with him as his own property.

And what is property?