[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

Su Qian's breath was a little unstable at this time, and the complicated past was rushing towards his face like an illusion. Scenes jumped in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, from graceful and handsome men to slovenly girls staring at the side of the screen intently. Face... Su Qian stared at her well-proportioned hands, and suddenly felt that she had stolen it.

This is not him.

With this thought, the scenes and objects that were deliberately ignored in the past are like floating lights, covering the sky and covering the sun.He couldn't help but think of the time when he was with people in the past, he smiled and got angry, was it Su Qian...or Su Xi?Since he came here, besides practicing martial arts every day, since Wanhua has come here all the way, why has he never thought about why he came here?What will happen to him over there after he comes?Is it dead or alive?Where is the family?How to go back?

He never thought of these things!

Why didn't he think about it?He is not such a person.He knows it himself.

why?why?why?

Su Qian asked herself three times in her heart, the voice was like thunder, and it made his ears buzz.

For a moment, Su Qian's whole body felt as if she had been plunged into icy water, her internal organs seemed to be cut off inch by inch, the pain was unbearable, and it was also like being roasted on a fire, so hot that she wanted to tear her skin off.Cold sweat emerged from the skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly slid down along the graceful arc of the face.Su Qian sat there motionless in the welcoming pavilion as if she had been enchanted, barely breathing, her body temperature fluctuated from hot to cold, her parents' mottled white hair and their tired appearance leaning against the wall appeared in her eyes. The girl was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by countless pipes. The father stood aside and wanted to reach out to pull out the life-sustaining equipment, but stopped at the last moment...

Many illusions came one after another.

Su Qian knew it was fake, but she couldn't be sure that it was fake, her emotions seemed to be out of control, her heart was in a mess, thinking that if what she saw at this moment was something that really happened, she would cut off her heart with a palm idea.

I'm not filial... I'm damned...

It was as if someone was laughing in his ear, calling him damn; it was as if someone was crying in his ear, screaming hoarsely that he was unfilial; Bian was overjoyed, and said with a pleasant face, listen to their words, and kill yourself...

Kill yourself...it's all gone...

Don't think about anything else...

As if possessed by a demon, Su Qian stretched out her hand to pat her forehead, and put her hand down when she was about to touch it.

The shadow guards all around stayed hidden and didn't take it seriously. Su Qian's situation often happened in the past few days. At first they thought it was a demon, but later Su Qian acted as usual as if nothing happened. Everyone no longer cares.

Su Qian's hand slowly fell to her waist, pulled out a hidden weapon from inside, and stabbed at the center of her eyebrows!

Only then did the shadow guards realize that the situation was wrong, and they appeared to stop them one by one: "My lord!"

"Meditate, sit and forget, without dirt and without injury!" Suddenly, a voice seemed to tear the sky, and the illusions in front of him shattered like the moon in the water. Overwhelmed by the power of fame.

In the pavilion, Su Qian's body trembled, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of almost black blood flowed up from his chest. Su Qian's eyes were filled with pain, and he threw the hidden weapon casually, and pressed his mouth with a handkerchief to spit out the black blood. Some hoarsely murmured: "I'm not filial...it's not bad..."

Opposite Su Qian in the welcoming pavilion sat an old Taoist at some time.The surrounding shadow guards were still in a daze, and no one noticed when the old Taoist appeared and when he took his seat.Seeing Su Qian spitting blood, the old Taoist nodded with relief and said, "My little friend has a very good understanding, and he has never been completely lost in the demons in his heart. It is not in vain for the old Taoist to be a villain."

This mouthful of blood is stagnant blood stagnated in the internal organs, it would be good to spit it out.

Seeing the old Taoist priest, Su Qian knew that it was the old Taoist priest who rescued him just now. He wanted to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He didn't bother to worry about other things, so he said lightly: "I'm laughing."

The old Taoist reached out and brushed his snow-white long beard, with a curious look on his face, the demeanor of an extraterrestrial master just now disappeared, like a child, somewhat returning to basics. "The old Taoist shamelessly asked, little friend, you are young, why are you so worried that you can take this step?"

"I don't know either." Su Qian replied softly, a little tired.

It's strange to say that the thought just now suddenly left again, those fantasies he clearly knew were false, but just now he had no power to resist, that's probably the worst direction he thought in his mind was the scene just now , but now he felt that nothing was wrong... At this moment, he seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, unable to cheer up.Su Qian closed her eyes slightly, and said apologetically, "I'm tired and lazy, please forgive me."

"It's okay." The old man replied.

Su Qian inhaled, and the icy wind and snow on Chunyang Mountain poured into his lungs, and he felt better for a while. He stared at the old Taoist for a long time, and then said: "The Taoist priest is a master outside the world."

"Alas..." The old Taoist hurriedly waved his hands: "How can you be called an expert in the world! You are just a shameless bull-nosed person."

Pointing at monks and scolding bald donkeys, pointing at Taoist priests and scolding bull noses are all refreshing things.Besides, this is not a bull's nose here, but a mountain's bull's nose.

Thinking of this, Su Qian's tired face showed a little smile line. "Can I ask you a question... If you are in an illusion, how do you get out of trouble..."

The old Taoist thought for a while and replied, "You're not in an illusion, so what are you worrying about?"

Hearing this, Su Qian gasped for breath.

The old Taoist held a dust whisk in his hand and flicked it casually. The almost transparent silk thread glowed almost silver under the snow scene, which caught Su Qian's eyes for a while.Su Qian stared at the silvery place in a daze for a long time, and suddenly thought why didn't she snatch such a beautiful thing?He snatched it and it was his own...Suddenly, a cold breath flowed out from nowhere in his chest, firmly suppressing the evil fire, and he let out a long breath as if he had just woken up from a dream .

"Fortunately, the old Taoist still used the technique of obsessing the mind..." This time the old Taoist was stunned, and after a long while he smiled and said: "This time the old Taoist really became a villain in vain."

The old Taoist suddenly stood up and bowed to Su Qian, and said with a wry smile: "The old Taoist thought that he broke my anger with his voice, and thought he saved his life. If you act indiscriminately, I am afraid that you have already broken your heart barrier and stepped into the realm of a master."

In the arena, only some people can be called masters, such as Chunyang Chunyangzi, Li Wangsheng, Tang Jia Tang Jian, Xue Demon King's Legacy, etc., are all top-notch in the arena. First class, don't talk about his internal energy being completely useless now.

Anyway, it has already been abandoned, and it doesn't matter if it is broken, anyway, he still doesn't know where that place is.Su Qian thought about this, and thanked calmly: "I am a useless person, how can I talk about the realm of a master? Thank you Taoist priest for saving your life. Just now Taoist priest said the art of obsessing...?"

The old Taoist replied: "I saw that the little friend was depressed, and I was so shamelessly drunk by the old Taoist that I wanted to guide the evil spirit out of my heart. I never expected..." The meaning behind his words is infinite. Pity.

Never expected... la la la la!Su Qian took it subconsciously in her mind, and then she wanted to laugh, trying to hold back the smile without being rude to others, but in the end she felt that she had no intention of holding back, so she finally laughed it off.Seeing the old Taoist, he praised: "Little friend, you have a big heart, you can laugh it off... but the old Taoist feels more and more guilty."

... Hey, Daoist, don't make a mistake, Daoist, I am very depressed, Daoist!Su Qian stared at the other party in a daze, took out two books and put them in front of him as if by magic, and said with a guilty face: "This is where the old Taoist tradition lies, and now the old Taoist and the little friend have forged this book first. The cause and effect should be left to the old way."

There are two books, one is about Zixia Gong, the other is about Taixu Sword Intent.

etc!Isn't this the method of the bull-nosed group of Chunyang Palace!what's the situation?

Su Qian suddenly felt that the style of painting today was not right.

"Little friend, don't give up. The old Taoist knows that the little friend has a teacher, and he will not force the little friend to change to my sect. This clumsy work can be put on the table for the little friend, so it doesn't matter... In short, the old man has no face to face others, so he goes back to the mountain to retreat. Let's go, let's take a step first." The old Taoist stood up and walked away, but there was no one to stop him, but in the blink of an eye, the old Taoist had only a little figure left in the sky between a few ups and downs. In the blink of an eye, the person has disappeared.

Su Qian stared at the two books and didn't know what to do.

In the past, there was a second inner strength in Jiansan, which allowed you to learn mental methods that were not of your own. At that time, Su Qian's tuba was practicing Chunyang Ernei.But later when I really came here, I realized that I don’t even think about Ernei, just learning a few moves at random, if you really try to learn other people’s supreme mentality secretly, you will definitely be chopped into stuffing.For example, a family from somewhere, peeking at the seven classics of Wanhua, and being brought by Wanhuagu to directly make the family's household registration book disappear from the world, do you think he will tell it!

The head of the shadow guard suddenly appeared, touched the ground on one knee, and said, "My lord, we are incompetent."

Su Qian stared at the two mind books, and said without raising her head, "I don't blame you, Chunyangzi is here in person, I'm afraid that even if you add up, you can't stop him." Chunyang classics are considered half cultivators, It is indeed a very mysterious place. After learning martial arts for so long, and also a school of practicing medicine and medicine, Su Qian also knows that the Chunyang classics belong to the method of peace and integrity. It is not impossible to break the sea of ​​​​qi and then stand up.Su Qian pondered for a moment, then said: "Send someone to Wanhua to report this matter to Mr. Sun, and ask for me, is it okay?"

Some people responded and left.

Su Qian supported the table and stood up, the wind and snow fluttered Su Qian all over her body.Holding the stove in his arms, he suddenly remembered what was the last sentence he asked Tang Wuyuan a few months ago if Chun Yangzi accidentally ate and saw blood sealing his throat...

cloud flow!As a teacher, I want to see you again!

Su Qian lowered her eyebrows and smiled, stepped out of the welcoming pavilion slowly, and said as she walked, "Let's go."

The golden bell wobbled and sank into the mountain with a series of crisp ringtones.

Three months later, someone on the mountainside of Chunyang painted a dark pattern outside the garden. From then on, those who are destined to come and go to Chunyang can stay here to rest and rest, just like half an inn.

The author has something to say: In fact, it’s just to hang up for Su Qian~ Do you feel that the style of painting today is not right again...

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