The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

The surface of Gou Chenling was glowing with cyan light, but the edge was covered with a layer of light color, enveloping the people below.

Du Wen stood expressionless in the thin light, the ends of his hair and the hem of his clothes swayed slightly, there was no trace of color in his amber pupils, and suddenly he was graceful but countless.

The little magic stick in Qi Zhao's impression has always been fond of laughing and making trouble. He likes to walk in the streets and alleys with a Tai Chi banner in his arms. When he is teased, he turns his head and smiles with his eyes bent.

But now, the little magic stick with a baby face lost its harmless appearance, raised his head lightly, and possessed the innate power of the Shuofang City lord.

Qi Zhao was still a little worried: "Duwen, you..."

Du Wen knew what he was going to say, and shook his head: "I inherited the glory of Shuofang City, and I was recognized by the Gou Chen Ling, so I must bear the responsibility. As for the others, I have a sense of proportion, so don't worry about it. "

His face was still pale, but his eyes were bright.

Qi Zhao also noticed that Duwen's meridians seemed to be temporarily protected by Gou Chenling, just like usual. Seeing that Duwen had made up his mind, he stopped persuading him, and stepped back behind the little magic stick. But did not take it back.

Du Wen slightly raised his hand, and slowly formed a Tai Chi formation in his palm: "Come."

Yan Hui was so jealous that he was going crazy.

He fixed his eyes on the Gou Chen Order above Duwen, which was something he wanted since he was a child. For it, he tried his best to calculate, and made himself look like a human being, a ghost, and even living in the Ming Dynasty. No superficial qualifications.But in the end, Gou Chenling would rather follow a cripple who didn't know how long he would live than recognize him as the master.

Not reconciled.

But it's time to end it.

Thinking of this, Yan Hui didn't speak, and a Taiji array that was exactly the same as Du Wen's hand emerged under his hands, with a hoarse voice: "I want to see what you can do."

After all, he raised his hand, and the Tai Chi array in his palm instantly enlarged in mid-air, covering Du Wen.Du Wen followed suit, and the two Tai Chi collided with each other, making a dull sound.In the voice, Qi Zhao raised his eyes, and found that the light flickered at the edge of the Taiji formation, and gradually merged together.

At the same time, a translucent barrier hung down from the Fusion Taiji Formation, trapping Du Wen and Yan Hui inside. The person standing in the barrier stretched out his hand and pinched one on his chest, then bowed his head and closed it together. squinted.

Qi Zhao has seen this kind of appearance in miscellaneous books. The hexagrams fight among themselves, no matter their cultivation level, they only look at the Tao of Zhouyi. This is the case in the most advanced competitions. When the spiritual consciousness enters the formation arranged by each other, only one side Only serious injury or death can break the formation.

The barrier around the body is a blood barrier, and others must not disturb it.

Qi Zhao didn't expect that Du Wen would directly use the method of endless competition, looking nervously at the people in the barrier, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to stand where he was.

The same anxious person was Xiao Jiu, and a mint green dumpling appeared on Qi Zhao's shoulder: "Qi Zhao."

Qi Zhao hugged it tightly in his arms, trying to ease the tension in his heart: "Xiao Jiu, Du Wen is still hurt, just fighting with Yan Hui's spiritual sense like this, if, if—"

The following words kept revolving in his mind, but he dared not say them.

The mint green dumpling flinched into Qi Zhao's arms, wanting him to feel at ease: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, Du Wen promised you will be fine, when did he lie to you?"

"……it is good."

Qi Zhao took a deep breath: "I believe it."

One person and one group stopped talking, and looked at Du Wen and Yan Hui together. The people in the enchantment closed their eyes and remained motionless, as if they were asleep, but if you look carefully, you can see their fingers trembling from time to time .

The surroundings are very quiet, only the sound of smoke shakes.

Qi Zhao watched intently, and after an unknown amount of time, the people over there finally changed. Du Wen swayed slightly, his eyes still closed, and after he stabilized, his fingers lit up, and he swiped a few times quickly.The same is true for Yan Hui over there, fine sweat protrudes from the forehead, and his face is also pale.

Qi Zhaoxin lifted it up, and couldn't help taking a step forward. As soon as he moved, his leg suddenly felt a tingling pain. He stopped and realized that he had been standing for a long time.

"A full hour and a half, using what you are familiar with, it is three hours." Xiao Jiu said.

In other words, three hours had passed since Du Wen and Yan Hui started fighting.

Qi Zhao looked over carefully, from the expressions on his face, he couldn't tell which of the two had the upper hand, so he couldn't help hugging Xiao Jiu even tighter.Xiao Jiu was a little out of breath from being strangled, but she didn't say a word, and looked in the direction of the enchantment together with him.

Time passed little by little, and the surrounding smoke became heavier and heavier.

Qi Zhao kept looking there, his eyes were dazzled by the light from the Tai Chi, and gradually felt dry.He closed his eyes, tiredly raised his hand and rubbed it on his eyes, before he could put his hand down, he suddenly heard the humming of the hook in mid-air.

In the silence, the voice was crystal clear.

Startled, Qi Zhao opened his eyes and looked over. The light on Gochen Lingmu's body was not as stable as before. The light traveled along the lines of the token, trembling non-stop.At the same time, Qi Zhao saw Yan Hui and Du Wen frowned at the same time, veins appeared on their hands, and sweat dripped down their cheeks.

Qi Zhao knew that this might be the last moment, the two of them were trying their best to hold on, and whoever could make it to the end would be the winner.

Gou Chenling's humming sound kept echoing around, and the tremor became more and more intense.

Qi Zhaoxin clung together, staring at the barrier, but at this moment, Gou Chenling suddenly stopped.

The light that originally wandered around on the lines converged into a point at the upper end, and after a pause of three breaths, it trembled suddenly, and a dazzling light burst out from that point of light in an instant.

The surrounding fog was pierced by strong white light, blinding people's eyes, and the sound of glass shattering followed.Qi Zhao barely covered his eyes, tried his best to look out through his fingers, but before he could see clearly, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

At the same time, the dazzling white light dissipated, and the surroundings gradually became clear.

The Gou Chenling in mid-air had disappeared, and along with it disappeared the barrier that had just enveloped Du Wen and Yan Hui. Qi Zhao finally saw Du Wen. There was a strong death breath, and the blood line continued to drop down along the corners of his lips, and soon dyed the white skirt red.

Yan Hui stood opposite him, expressionless, seemingly unscathed.

Is... lost?

There was a buzzing sound in Qi Zhao's ears, and suddenly his eyes went blank, only the blood in his eyes could be seen.

He froze over there, wanting to go over, but he couldn't move his feet no matter what, his eyes were dull looking at Du Wen's pale face, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.Noticing that something was wrong with him, Xiao Jiu immediately panicked: "Qi Zhao!"

He called Qi Zhao's name, but it was Du Wen who responded first, the little magic stick turned his head to look over with great effort, and smiled at Qi Zhao with his eyes bent as he did many times since then, very cute.

And at the same time as he smiled, there was a "plop" from the opposite side, and the smoke dispersed.

Yan Hui, who was still standing securely just now, fell back, his face turned blue, and blood seeped from all over his body, making the color of the black burqa even more strange, and the air was full of blood.

Xiao Jiu trembled in surprise: "Qi Zhaozhao, little magic stick, he, he—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Qi Zhao had already stepped forward, bent down to help Du Wen up, and pursed his lips tightly.

The little magic stick smiled gently: "I'm fine, you see, I promised you, why don't you believe me?"

Qi Zhao didn't speak, but Yan Hui who was opposite laughed, his voice was hoarse and hysterical.

Du Wen looked up at him, his eyes faded instantly: "Yan Hui, the past is over."

Yan Hui didn't speak, just looked up with blank eyes, and smiled to himself.More and more blood seeped out of his body, his eyes gradually clouded, and he lay there dying, gasping for breath as if he was about to suffocate.

Qi Zhao was thinking about Du Wen's doom, and without looking at him, he directly helped Du Wen to the side of the cauldron, rolled up his sleeves and stretched in without waiting for him to stop him. , his face changed.

"Qi Zhaozhao, what's the matter?" Du Wen leaned against him weakly and asked.

Qi Zhao looked around again with a sullen face, and spoke again, with a trembling voice: "There is... nothing in the cauldron."

Du Wen was also stunned.

He stared blankly at Dading, and after a while, he closed his eyes in despair: "...It's all fate."

The four words fell, and Yan Hui's hoarse laughter sounded again behind him: "Go, Yan Du, come with me, I'm going to die, your life and death can't be taken away, you can only be buried with me, and I don't count Give in."

He smiled ferociously, and the laughter echoed in the surrounding silence, terrifying and penetrating.But after a while, the voice stopped suddenly, the look in Yan Hui's eyes dimmed, and he lost his breath completely.

At the same time, a layer of faint light floated on the corpse, and gradually condensed into a black vine, the wood was dull.

Du Wen also collapsed.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and he breathed heavily against Qi Zhao's shoulder, his pupils also dimmed, but he still smiled at Qi Zhao: "Qi Zhaozhao, this time, cough, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise, you promise me Is it all right? When we go back, let Qin Xiu erase Yue Cang's memory about me, and then take him back to Wanjing City... ok?"

Qi Zhao's lips trembled: "Not good."

Du Wen smiled softly: "You are still the same, you refuse to accommodate me in your mouth, but your heart is very soft, in fact, Yue Cang is also like this, it's a pity..."

The light in his eyes flickered, and his eyes became moist: "You and him are so nice, but I will never see you again."

Qi Zhao's eyes were also red, hugging him, he wanted to say a lot in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.Du Wen leaned against him, his fingers tightly pressed against his heart, and there was an unbearable sound of pain in his throat, his lips turned blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he was still smiling.

The end of the crossbow.

Qi Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, the corners of his eyes had a warm touch, and it landed on Du Wen's face, Du Wen raised his hand to wipe it off with difficulty: "Qi Zhaozhao, please don't cry, I don't have the energy to comfort you now... Well, it's all fate, it doesn't matter if I can't escape, my life is actually not hard, you, you..."

These words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and in the end, he couldn't say anything, and his hands hung down powerlessly.

Qi Zhao suddenly panicked: "... Du Wen?"

Du Wen's fingers moved slightly, almost invisible, Qi Zhao was holding him in a daze, almost numb with heartache.

The little magic stick who loves to laugh.

Brilliant little magic stick.

The little god who frowned and said bad things about him.

The little magic stick who always has to divination for him before going out.

and also……

On the day when he woke up in the world of floating life for the first time, Backlight stood in the wind and stretched out his hand to him, and said with a smile, do you want to go back with me, my little stick.

It was about to disappear, never to be seen again.

Qi Zhao trembled uncontrollably, his heart was heavy and oppressed, as if he couldn't breathe, he stared at Du Wen's bruised lips for a long while, then suddenly leaned over, and when he raised his head again, blood was immediately seen on his lips.

The smell of blood permeated the air again.

Xiao Jiu was startled: "Qi Zhao!"

Qi Zhao didn't seem to realize that Xiao Jiu saw that she was not feeling well, so she immediately leaned forward, and just as she moved, there was a flash of light behind her.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw the black Gouchen Shenmu beside Yanhui floating up at some point, no longer the gloomy appearance before, with a shining luster, hanging above Duwen.And the moment it stabilized, Du Wen's body also glowed, and a white Gouchen Shenmu protruded from his wrist, blended with the black vines in mid-air, slowly leaned forward, and landed on the front of him together. Inside the green wood cauldron.

In an instant, the light on the cauldron brightened.

The sudden change finally made Qi Zhao sober, and looked up.The light on the tripod became more and more dazzling, and black and white lights circulated on the engraved mysterious wood grains. After 21 cycles, the green wooden tripod trembled violently. down.

The smoke and dust billowed, and the glaring light dissipated. After a while, a warm light diffused from the cauldron.

A Gochen Shenmu slowly floated up from inside, with white wood and black leaves, and the tail of the leaves split into two.

Then crossed to Duwen's side and slowly melted into his wrist.

The author has something to say: Damn, I was a little teary when I wrote it.

It’s not good when you’re older, sigh.

……

Yue Cang (face expressionless): "Draw your sword."