It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Jing used to experience a situation where he didn't know how to deal with it, and his heart would beat wildly until it jumped into his throat, but this time he couldn't feel his own heartbeat at all.

Just a hundred meters away is the small bamboo grove of Jingxiu Peak, where the suzerain lives. Beside the bamboo grove is a small table with a chess board engraved on it. In the rustling bamboo forest, you can fight with each other anytime and anywhere, and you can also burn incense and drink tea anytime, anywhere. , this place is a place that Han Jing likes very much, because before Han Jin was picked up, every time the master retreated, brother Shamen would bring himself here, afraid that something inexplicable would happen if he stayed alone Accident.When he was young, the bamboo forest was not so wide, and he watched the bamboo grow slowly to cover the hillside.

But now, the place has turned into a nightmare.

Everything you experience is real, it has existed and it will happen.

Han Jing's memory is unprecedentedly clear. Those people and words that he thought were insignificant and were too lazy to remember were always in his heart, and he could think of them at any time.

Gillian was still kneeling next to her most beloved master, clutching his stomach and waiting for him to open his eyes with full expectation. Even though she knew in her heart that there was no hope, Han Jin still knelt in front of Brother Shamen with her head bowed. Motionless, far away, Xu Huan, who had just arrived, looked at his junior sister and younger brother and the master lying on the ground expressionlessly, his eyes were so red and purple that it was frightening, and the veins on his forehead almost burst.

As for the fake Hanjing, he just glanced at it and seemed to lose interest, clapped his hands as if to pat the blood off his hands, turned around and left.

Gillian's expectations finally faded away under the oppression of reason. Her hands were covered with the blood of her master, and her small face, which was not full of tears, was covered with blood, and her eyes were so red and purple. The golden sword lay quietly on the ground and no longer moaned, but the owner of the sword raised his head in pain, his throat was almost torn by the hoarse shout.

The blue sky, white clouds and emerald bamboo, nothing has changed, it is still beautiful and bright, but in the girl's eyes, there is only the bright red blood of her closest relatives.

Amidst such hoarse and unpleasant shouts, Han Jing didn't dare to raise his head at all. No one noticed the real Han Jing not far away, and the golden sword surged up, chasing after the fake Han Jing, seeing that it was about to penetrate the real Han Jing. Fake Hanjing's back heart was gently knocked open by a snow-white silver sword.

The silver sword is named Jingyue, three feet three feet long, pure white and clean, and the light of the sword is like the moon.

Gillian stood up abruptly, her eyes sharpened. It was hard to imagine that a little girl of her age could have such sharp eyes. She looked at Han Jin, who had kept her head down and remained motionless, and said hoarsely, "Han Jin, you still have to protect me." he!"

Han Jin knelt on the ground, and Gillian stood, as if Han Jin was kneeling in front of Gillian. He didn't speak, but Jingyue Sword kept blocking the sword. Smiling proudly, with his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely.

Gillian launched an offensive several times, but was stopped by Jingyue Sword. Realizing that as long as Han Jin is around, she will never be able to take revenge on Han Jing, Gillian decisively pointed the sword at Han Jin.

Han Jin was still kneeling, and a breeze with the fragrance of bamboo passed through the bamboo forest, lifting his hanging long hair, showing that this person is not a stone sculpture, but a complete person.

In the blink of an eye, the big knife was about to cut through Han Jin's clothes and pierced Han Jin's back in the same straightforward way, but the Jingyue sword just trembled, and did not block the big knife like before.

Gillian's eyes were full of blood and her eyes were cold. At that moment, Han Jing was sure that she wanted to kill Han Jin.

At that moment, Han Jing didn't think about anything, the big knife pierced his heart, and the offensive continued unabated, waiting aggressively for Han Jing's body to continue to complete his mission, Han Jing stepped hard, and stood firm abruptly.

The tip of the knife was only half a finger away from Han Jin. Han Jin finally raised his head and looked at Han Jing, but his expression was still numb, as if he hadn't realized what happened at all.

Han Jing tried her best to raise the corner of her mouth and smiled at him.

Resurrection from death, from birth to death, is just a matter of half a day, Han Jing has no regrets, and even can't wait to dedicate his soul to death.

"Do you want to die because of guilt?" Tiandao asked.

Han Jing nodded, thinking that he was about to disappear, and the pain just now seemed to be temporarily restrained.

"I don't want this kind of heart. The pure and kind heart I want is love. After the formation that closes the channel is activated, you will go through various tests. You must be firm in your mind. No matter what happens, you will not be affected by the illusion. You There must be only one thought, an uncomplaining feeling of sacrificing for this world, there is only one chance to close the passage, the world cannot afford failure, continue.”

The glare of the glare struck again, this time Han Jing opened his eyes, and found that he had turned into a bamboo, as a bamboo, he could not move around at will, he could only see green bamboos in all directions, but he could not change another Stay where there are people.However, he soon heard a human voice, which sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

"I know you are not Hanjing, but this body is Hanjing, I warn you, if you still refuse to stay in Pingbofeng honestly, I will grab your soul out of his body and tear it to pieces. "

Han Jing realized that the voice was indeed familiar, but he hadn't heard it for hundreds of years, so he couldn't remember it for a while. It was the voice of brother Shamen. He tried to shake the bamboo pole to see where the brother was. up?But since he found out, why didn't the senior brother say it?

"Understood." After a long silence, the person who was warned by Samana said in a low voice unwillingly.

Although Han Jing is a bamboo, he is also a bamboo with good hearing. He can hear the sound of the wind beating the bamboo leaves, and he can also hear the sound of the knife breaking through the wind.

He couldn't see what happened, but this time his brain worked better than ever. He remembered the scene he saw last time, the bamboo forest and the dead brother. Even though the bamboo was hollow, he still felt cold all over his body.

"Master!!!" With this shout, Han Jing recognized who it was all at once, and he urged Han Jin to stop that fake Han Jing quickly, but the bad premonition lingered in his heart.

Han Jin gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Master, let me kill him."

After Han Jing thought about it for a while, she knew who the "he" Han Jin was talking about. It turned out that Jin Er wanted to kill him.Fake Hanjing did a lot of evil and angered people. Han Jin wanted to kill him, of course it was a good thing for the people, but why did he frequently stop Gillian after that?He was still reluctant to hurt him, even if he said such a thing.

He wished he could jump out and urge Han Jin to kill that fake Han Jing quickly, but he heard the recluse's angry voice: "Don't... hurt him... protect him... your master will come back... he is not... ..."

The sound came to an abrupt end, and Han Jing could hear Han Jin sobbing in a low voice, yelling violently that the false Han Jing should get away, and then Gillian crying hoarsely. There are only mixed flavors.

The air waves rolled up by the Jingyue sword and the big knife flattened half of the bamboo forest. Han Jing was the most common bamboo in this half of the bamboo forest. It died silently, and no one cared.

Die a few more times, the pain of the body can be dealt with calmly, but the wound on the heart is getting bigger and bigger, bleeding keeps coming, and the injured person has no face to cover it by himself. , Stopping bleeding and healing wounds seems to be an evil deed that is unfair to the world. Doesn't such a person deserve to bleed little by little and die slowly?

"Do you want to live?" Tiandao asked.

Han Jing was like a puppet without a soul, it took him a long time to react slowly, and slowly shook his head: "I don't want to."