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Countless vines blinked across the seemingly peaceful scarlet land.

Shouts of exclamation came from everywhere, and those casual cultivators who had gone far away were forced to rush back, seeing blood in the blink of an eye.The vines on the side of the side are quite safe, as if they are afraid of something, they are constantly moving in mid-air on the ground, like some kind of predatory animal.

Meng Mingchao firmly grasped a bunch of vines, and pulled the vines away under the horrified eyes of others, his face was a little horrified, and he said every word: "Take me down."

The vines seemed to understand what he said, and trembled in his hands.

Yu Xing's right eyelid twitched: "Junior Brother Meng!"

Meng Mingchao glanced at them indifferently, took out the black scales he bought from Duobao Pavilion last time from his bosom, stroked them with his fingertips, stained them with his own blood, and threw them over without even looking at them.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked into the vines by himself, and was wrapped and plunged into the ground just like Fang Shiyi.

"...The way of heaven is above." Yu Xing held the scales in his right hand and murmured, "This is too crazy."

There is an endless darkness in front of him.

Fang Shiyi got up in a daze and looked down.Mingming was also knocked out, and the palm-sized silly bird curled up half-dead on his chest, with its little paws still hanging on his collar.

Fang Shiyi carefully put it into his sleeves, got up and took two steps, his waist was weak and his legs were weak, his whole body was weak, and he almost fell down.

His spiritual power was temporarily sealed.

The treasure bag could not be opened, and the talisman in his arms could not be used without spiritual power. He hadn't been a mortal for many years, so Fang Suiyi adapted well and took two tentative steps forward.

A white glow suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

Fang Shiyi squinted his eyes, and when his eyes became clear again, the surrounding scenery had already changed.

It's a back alley.

The sound of wind and snow was howling, and the cold wind passed through the alley, sweeping in, and the snowflakes splashed on the face, almost tearing the face.

There is something tinglingly familiar about this scene.

Fang Shiyi was silent for a moment, and he held up the sword at his waist, walked through the back alley with ease, and walked to a row of low and leaky houses.He counted in his heart, and when he reached the fifth one, he got short and walked in.

This is not really a "home", there are only four walls, the rest is empty, there is not even a bed, it's just a place to hide from the wind.The room was originally dark, but there was a big hole in the roof that let in light.

So he saw clearly the person lying on the ground wrapped in a broken mat.

The man's breathing was already very weak, his gray hair was disheveled, his face was covered with a beard, his body was still trembling unconsciously, and there was a difficult gasping sound of "ho ho" in his throat.

Fang Shiyi's heart trembled.

He slowly leaned over, reaching out his hand to touch this person, but he went straight through - unable to touch.

Fang Shiyi was startled, his fingertips trembled, and the circles of his eyes were slightly red.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and the sound of footsteps thumped, as if wearing ill-fitting shoes.The child hissed and gasped, with a crisp voice: "Don't sleep, old man, today I met a kind aunt who gave me a roasted sweet potato, and I brought it to you!"

Fang Shiyi's eyes were lowered to the ground, without looking back.

The child didn't seem to see him, and ran to the old man's side, carefully holding out the roasted sweet potato from his arms.

Fang Shiyi looked at him silently.

That was Fang Suiyi from many years ago.

The child was dirty, with disheveled hair, and the padded clothes on his body were picked and cut, which did not fit as well as the pair of old shoes on his feet. Only his eyes were bright, slightly bent, and seemed to be full of smiles.

The eyes of the old man on the ground had already started to lose sight, but when he saw him, he suddenly struggled over, opened and closed his chapped lips a few times, and said in a weak voice, "Little brat...I'm leaving."

The child was stunned, realized something, and asked in panic, "Where are you going?"

"Go to see your ancestors." The old man rolled his eyes, finished speaking impatiently, and then slowed down for a while, "Can you survive by yourself?"

He frowned and looked at the thin child, who was only a few years old and not even the knee height of a grown man.

The lives of ordinary people are not easy. In the years when the crops are not harvested, it is not uncommon to change children and eat them. This kind of unwanted children will end up even worse.

He was almost frightened, and suddenly grabbed the child's neck: "Shiyi...Little Suyi, can you live? Can you survive? Or die with me?"

The strength of the old beggar is actually very weak, he is too weak.

Fang Shiyi looked at him blankly when he was a child, and two lines of hot tears fell from his eyes. He knew what the old beggar was doing, and he asked him to promise him that he would live a good life.

"I will...will live," he cried tremblingly, but bit his lips tightly and did not make a sound, "you will come with me, come with me, please, don't go, I don't want, I don't want to be alone... ..."

Hearing his assurance, the old beggar let go of his hand, with a reassuring smile on his face, and nodded his head in a subtle way, but his eyes drifted away: "I'm leaving..."

The heavy snow crushed the fragile branches outside, and a heavy creak broke the silence of the room.

The people on the ground were not breathing.

The child rushed over, shook the corpse of the old man who had depended on him for many years, and burst into tears.

Fang Shiyi closed his eyes, tilted his head, and pressed his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, his veins protruding.

After a long while, the crying stopped, and he opened his eyes again, the shabby room and the children in front of him were gone, only the silent old man on the ground.

The old man opened his eyes at some point, sat up slowly, and stared at him.

Fang Shiyi shook his head: "He has been dead for many years, using this kind of clumsy technique is useless to me..."

"Little Supplements." His words were interrupted by a familiar old voice, the old beggar stared at him, "You have grown up."

Fang Shiyi tightly pursed his lips, and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

fake.

These are fake.

The old beggar sighed: "For so many years, I have been wandering around the world, following you, and seeing you learning the magic of immortals from a powerful immortal teacher, you are becoming more and more powerful..."

"But I died."

"I didn't deserve to die, did I?"

Fang Shiyi froze.

Yes.

If he hadn't been starving to death, the old beggar wouldn't have had his legs broken just to give him a bite of food.

It's his fault.

If it wasn't for him, the old beggar wouldn't have died at all.

The tricks of ghosts and ghosts are designed to attack people's hearts.

As long as there are turmoil in your heart, you will be exploited.

It was too late when Fang Shiyi realized something was wrong.

The old beggar didn't know when he came up to him, but he hunched over, only reaching Fang Shiyi's chest, grabbed his lapel, and asked sharply, "Fang Shiyi, do you owe me your life?"

"Should you pay me back?"

……

The louder and louder questioning, buzzing in the ear, reverberating in the bottom of my heart, Fang Shiyi was shocked, his consciousness sank uncontrollably, his eyes became confused, his clenched teeth loosened unconsciously, and a word "yes" Hidden in the bottom of the tongue, almost spit out.

At this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in his wrist.

Fang Shiyi woke up instantly, pushed the person in front of him away, pulled out Wangshu, panting quickly: "Don't come near me."

Mingming flew out from his sleeve, chirping and scolding him.

If it hadn't woken up in time, Fang Shiyi would have already answered.

Fang Shiyi rubbed its hair comfortingly with his fingertips, and the leaked heart healed again.

The man with the face of an old beggar glared at the yellow-haired bird resentfully, and sneered: "Now that you are famous all over the world, Fang Shaoxia, you don't dare to answer me yes or no?"

"You are guilty."

Fang Shiyi gritted his teeth.

The other party laughed sarcastically: "Your sword skills are so good, come on, stab at me, kill me again, kill me!"

"Shut up, you're not him." Fang Shiyi lowered his face, finished speaking in a cold voice, looked away, and slowly said to the dark void, "You dare not hurt me?"

The old beggar was stunned.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Fang Shiyi didn't look at him, "I want to break my heart and pry into the secrets in my heart... Let me guess, you want to know how to open the treasure house of the Fang family?"

There was silence in the darkness.

"You miscalculated." Fang Shiyi smiled slightly, "I don't know either."

After a pause, he lowered his head and caressed Shu Jian, "This illusion is very special. It seems to arouse regret and pain in people's hearts, or fear and fear. I have heard of this illusion. I can only..."

With a turn of the sword, Fang Shiyi pointed the sword at himself.

"I did it myself."

The moment the long sword stabbed fiercely towards the abdomen, the darkness in front of him slowly receded.

One hand firmly grasped the edge of the sword.

Wang Shu's sword was sharp and hard to handle, and his hand was cut with blood dripping from it.

Fang Shiyi raised his eyes slightly, and what caught his eyes was a black robe and indifferent pale golden eyes.

"Madman." The black-robed man said coldly, grabbed Wang Shujian forcefully, and threw it far to the ground.

The sky became dark again, and the two seemed to be staying in a ruined temple, not knowing where the others were.

Fang Shiyi took a look at the black-robed man and realized that his spiritual power had recovered, so he rushed over without hesitation.

The black-robed man didn't expect his rogue style of play, and was thrown to the ground by surprise. Fang Shiyi attached spiritual power to his hand, and smiled and said: "Senior, the sky is covered with clouds and fog all day long, isn't it boring? This junior wants to See the honor."

As he said that, he already started to tear off the layer of mist covering his face.

The man in black didn't even resist, and lay down on the ground leisurely: "I see you, I'm afraid you will regret it."

The attitude is somewhat inexplicably intimate and familiar.

Fang Shiyi was stunned, he had already touched the mist, but for some reason, he suddenly couldn't do anything.

It seemed that after the man in black robe showed his face, something unexpected would really happen.

He was silent for a while, not daring to admit his strange weakness, he took out a dagger and put it on his neck: "Where are the others?"

"Your little junior brother gave them a life-saving thing when he came to you, and he is still alive," the black-robed man still didn't care, his eyes fell on Fang Shiyi's red lips bitten by himself, his eyes raised Subtle longing.

Fang Shiyi didn't notice his eyes. Thinking of the malice towards Meng Mingchao from the person in front of him, his whole body turned cold: "Mingchao? He's there too? Where is he!"

"What's the rush?" The black-robed man held down his hand with terrifying force, and moved the dagger away. He stood up calmly, and with a wave of his hand, another bulge surrounded by vines in the corner of the ruined temple fell Move over.

He patted Fang Shiyi on the shoulder, and Fang Shiyi's spiritual power was stagnated, and his body could not move. He held his hand and gently pressed it against the vine.

Fang Shiyi frowned, trying to mobilize the remaining spiritual power to break through the bondage, the people behind him slowly approached him, put their arms around his waist, leaned into his ear, smiled softly, and said maliciously: "Do you think he Unlike me, you like him very much, don't you? Then you want to see how he sees and misses you?"

"This kind of vine has many effects, just like what you think, it can arouse people's regret and pain, fear and anxiety... and lust."