Envy

In the distance, the woods outside the city swayed wildly, the wind howled, and red light gushed out.It was already too late for Su Chuo to cast the spell. Thousands of blood corpse butterflies flew into the night sky and fell like meteors, breaking through the barrier outside Zhao Lincheng.Suddenly there was a loud bang in the sky.

Su Chuo never expected that Yan Zhaohan would summon the blood corpse butterfly.That is a forbidden technique of Xiqiegong faction.Those spiritual butterflies transformed from the remnants of the heaven and the earth suck the blood of the spirit caller and obey the order of the spirit caller.The reason why it is listed as a forbidden technique is because the spirit caller must sacrifice his own spiritual power and blood, and if there is a slight difference, he will be born again.

Yan Zhaohan used the forbidden technique that Su Chuo didn't even dare to use.

Thousands of white sword lights circulated on his body, cutting out wounds one after another.Feng Ye's sword spirit is ruthless and heartless, and the sword light is icy cold.He frowned and clenched his fists.

The blood corpse butterfly broke into the sky, rushed straight to the man surrounded by the sword light, and circled around to suck the blood essence from his wound.Thousands of blood corpse butterflies surrounded him, dancing in circles like a hurricane.Su Chuo couldn't even see Yan Zhaohan's face, only saw the corner of his clothes when the butterflies scattered by chance.

He stepped forward to split the butterflies with his sword, but was blocked by an invisible force, his body was unstable and he almost fell.He tried several times to control the corpse butterfly, but to no avail.His heart ached and his hands trembled slightly. He thought of a way to cut dozens of bloody cuts on his body and drive some blood corpse butterflies to his use.

He thought, this is the Zhao Lincheng that Jiang Yi wants to get, and it cannot be destroyed in Yan Zhaohan's hands.He knew that Jiang Yi was on Mushu Mountain, and he was serving all the disciples in front of him, just waiting for him to bring the Yanhuo order back.

Jiang Yi's dark night eyes appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart sank, just as he was about to cut a gash in his arm, countless blood corpse butterflies retreated from Yan Zhaohan's side, passing Zhao Lincheng like a strong wind.The corpses and wild spirits on the long street were quickly chopped into pieces.

The place where the corpse butterfly passed was empty.The wind blown by the butterflies brought bits and pieces of corpses, like a dragon roaring towards the distant Muji Mountain.

Su Chuo panicked and wanted to leave with the sword, but suddenly there was a gust of cool wind behind him, and then the icy Feng Ye sword pierced his shoulder.He subconsciously stabbed behind him with the sword, and when the stab missed, he pulled away from his body and staggered down from mid-air.

Yan Zhaohan's sword point was only two inches away from his eyebrows.He fell down, Yan Zhaohan's sword went straight down, aiming at his forehead.Both of them were infuriating and landed smoothly.Su Chuo's back touched the bluestone road, and the Feng Ye sword pierced his ear.He looked into Yan Zhaohan's cold and dark eyes.

Yan Zhaohan's voice was cold and piercing: "I've only done one regretful thing in my life. I didn't kill you when I was on Xiqie Mountain."

Su Chuo said faintly: "My life is not in my hands." As soon as he finished speaking, he broke away from Yan Zhaohan's shackles and fought with his life.

Su Chuo fought with Yan Zhaohan and narrowly won.Yan Zhaohan had exhausted his strength in summoning spirits earlier, he was at a disadvantage in the fight, and was stabbed several times by Su Chuo.

Later, Meng Tou, who woke up, arrived and rescued him.

The blood corpse butterfly crossed the mountains and ridges, sweeping all the way without hindrance. The corpses and wild spirits in Zhao Lincheng were all turned into debris and drifted away with the wind.Ming decisive defeat has been decided.As soon as the news came to an end, the situation in the mountain changed, and the disciples of all sects gathered together to resist Mingjue.Jiang Yi wanted to lead Mingjue disciples out of the siege, but was defeated.

Before dawn, Jiang Yi and Ming Juemen disciples were forced to surrender.

There is a little light in the east.The sky is still gloomy, and the night has not completely dispersed.People can finally see the way forward.Meng Tou walked away with Yan Zhaohan, who was covered in blood, on his back. The blood ran down the corner of his clothes, and the blood trail meandered all the way.The original appearance of Meng Tou's white clothes could hardly be discerned, and the blood on his body did not know whether it was his own or Yan Zhaohan's.

Yan Zhaohan closed his eyes, leaned on his shoulder exhaustedly, and clasped his blood-stained hands in front of his neck.

Meng Tou still called his name every few steps.After answering twice, he said in a hoarse voice: "Third Brother, stop calling. I'm so tired, I don't want to talk."

It was cold and the roadside weeds were frosted.Yan Zhaohan put his hands into his sleeves and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Meng Tou said, "Are you in pain?"

Yan Zhaohan shook his head and said weakly, "It doesn't hurt".

Meng Tou said: "There are so many injuries on my body, how can it not hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt after a long time."

Yan Zhaohan's forehead rested on his shoulder, and he was about to gasp for a while after speaking a word, his lips had already turned white, with no blood at all.

"Third Brother, Zhao Lin's winter is so cold, I want to go back to Fulian."

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Yan Zhaohan was in a coma for two whole days, during which time the young palace master, the young palace master Ling Yi, came to Mu Su.She said that Shaojun had been in the imperial palace all these years, adorned with dream fragrance, indulged in illusions, and his body had long since collapsed.

"A month ago, at Fu Lianyan's house, a maidservant beside Yan Qingheng sent him a letter, asking him to go back to Yan's house to pick up some of Yan Qingheng's belongings. The young master went there alone. How do you know that he has been there for so long? Back to..."

"...On the night of Zhao Lincheng's accident, Shaojun went back to the city without saying a word, and didn't tell me. I know, he just didn't want to drag me down."

Meng Tou listened to him bit by bit over the years in silence, and then stayed by the bed for a few days.

When he finally woke up, he could no longer see anything.The old gentleman who is good at medical science in Mu Suzhong came to see it twice, shook his head and said it was too much.

After Zhao Lin's scuffle, the elders of various sects discussed for a while, and originally decided to punish Jiang Yi with the death penalty, but after all, Meng Tou cared about the brotherhood and tried his best to persuade them, so they decided to lock Jiang Yi into Jingtang Mountain for punishment.

All his followers were taken into Fulian's Mingjingtai, but Su Chuo fled halfway, and his disciples failed to recover.Various sects therefore searched for his footprints for many years.Of course, this is something.

Mu Su buried Uncle Xi Ze, buried his bones in Qin Anfeng, and put his tablet in Mu Su's ancestral hall.

They have been punished to kneel in the ancestral hall countless times since they were young, and they have read the tablets on the mourning hall countless times, remembering the names engraved on each spiritual tablet.They always said that Uncle Nishizawa was a piece of elm behind their backs, and his name finally landed on the wood, placed on the table, looking at them coldly.

Meng Tou hugged the jug, knelt in the ancestral hall and looked at the wooden plaque for a long while, lowered his eyes and smiled, lifted the jug and filled the two porcelain cups in front of him, drinking one cup for himself, and throwing the other cup into the dust.

He said, "Let's go, uncle."

Elder Mu Mi packed up Uncle Nishizawa's belongings and accidentally found his notes.It is written on the last page of the handbook: "Moyue is a man who does not stick to his appearance, and has rivers and mountains in his mind. I hope that he will think more and more, and restrain himself more, and he will become a tool in the future."

However, Meng Tou never fulfilled Master Xi Ze's wish, and had a dispute with the elders of Mu Su when his body was still cold.

He wanted to keep Yan Zhaohan, but his elders refused to allow him. Young Master Dao had a lot of bad deeds and many unrighteous deeds.He said everything simply and simply, without showing any respect to the elders.He said that without Shaojun, Mu Mi would have been buried in the dust long ago.

He decided to leave Mu Su, unload his heavy burdens, and bring Yan Zhaohan back to Lizhou.But when he returned to the yard, Yan Zhaohan was nowhere to be found.The man didn't even leave a note, and left quietly.