Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

After Lin Lingqing left, Fang Zhiyuan was completely left in the abyss.

It seems a little strange to say one person, after all, the monks trapped here can't see the end at a glance.But for Fang Zhiyuan, he only felt that he was alone.

Those complicated gazes around him were still looking at him through the night.

Maybe someone wants to ask what the Demon Lord did, whether Gu Wenxiang is still using the invisibility technique, why he disappeared, and... what exactly did they talk about just now.

On such a life-and-death night, before this gate of hell.

Fang Zhiyuan was disturbed by the sight.To be honest, he was already suffering terribly because of the influence of the evil star, but now that his senior brother has left again, he left such a difficult problem for him.

He even had a malicious thought in his heart, he wanted to tell all the monks who were staring at him, and then told them:

Either you go back and my senior brother and I die here; or my senior brother and I go back and you die here.choose one?

If so, the expressions on those faces must be extremely interesting.

But Huan Xing soon felt bored again, and his face became gloomy.

He thought: Forget it, save people to the end, nod to the head of a murderer, why torture your heart like this.

The night was dark and the surroundings were getting colder and colder.But Fang Zhiyuan knew that it was almost dawn.Night is always darkest and coldest just before dawn.

Time passed by like this moment by moment, and sleepiness gradually took the upper hand. When my mind became blurred, some dusty memories also came up.

I don't know which year it was in the golden autumn of cinnamon in the previous life. In the sunny afternoon, there was a fragrance of ink in my memory.Yuan Ziyi was dragged by Huangyang Xianshou as a coolie to count the books in the palace.

I don't know where the topic was wrong, but I remember the scholar murmured: "Your Honor, don't blame Xiaosheng for being talkative, your temper of beating and scolding people is at least changed. Alas, you are obviously a good person..."

That year's Fang Xianshou raised his head from the file, frowned sullenly and said: "What?"

Yuan Ziyi let out a "harmful" sound, patted the scroll in his hand and said, "That's right! You see, the last time you came to our academy, you were here to give away Lingshi, and you insisted on scolding all the students on the first day. Meal; the last time you went to Sword Valley, it was obviously to help people get rid of demons, but before you left, you insisted on bringing out a few elders to 'point out', so that people can't get out of bed for three days."

"No, Xuanyuan Sword Lord told Xiaosheng last time that every time he looked at the head, he was afraid that one day you would sacrifice your life for the world, and you wouldn't even be able to keep your name!"

"..." Fang Zhiyuan's face was livid, and he felt it was absurd and funny.

He is a yin and scourge, and it is fine to be called a "good guy" by Dashicheng, a good old man recognized by the fairy world, and Xuanyuan Yi, who has always devoted himself to the sect, worries about "sacrificing his life for the world"! ?

What a joke.

So he got annoyed, and just happened to be free that day, he directly raised his knife and slapped Yuan Ziyi into the palace wall of Jingui Palace, and then flew to Jiangu with the little golden dragon to beat Xuanyuanyi...

In fact, he didn't know why he was annoyed, why he didn't like to hear others say that he was good - Mu Qingxue later said that he was shy, and he almost didn't get hung upside down and whipped.

Thinking about the past is like a dream.

What's more, the old man is long gone, and Yuan Ziyi and Xuanyuan Yi in this life will not call him the head.

But at this moment, Fang Zhiyuan was lying on the cold ground in the Yin Abyss, thinking in a trance: No way... Could it be that I really will become that kind of person?

He still feels irritable.

Fang Zhiyuan simply lifted his chin, and said in a cold voice, "Hello."

Countless faces around me were lost in the night.

Someone timidly said: "Fang, Fang Xianchang..."

The one who responded was actually the timid and honest young man who had helped him at first and wanted to give him the coat.

Now he buried his head in guilt, muttering about to say something, "You, that me..."

Fang Zhiyuan instinctively didn't want to hear it, so he interrupted him coldly: "Do you want to go home?"

"..."

In the silence, a pair of eyes suddenly raised in astonishment.

But no one spoke for a long time.

A figure moved, and with the rustling of the cloth, a tall and strong man squeezed out.

Fang Zhiyuan barely had the impression that he didn't beg him when he was locked in the golden silk basket. Instead, he claimed that he came to Liuhuazhou to petition as one of the few people who had the consciousness of sacrificing for the Three Realms.

"Fang Xianchang." The man bent over and walked in front of him, lowering his voice solemnly, "If you have a way...to leave here, you can go. Leave us alone."

No one is really that stupid, if there is any hope of going home easily, why is the curse star always so gloomy?

But this man was quickly elbowed by the person next to him in horror, "What are you talking about!"

Now there was chaos, when they came to Liuhuazhou to force the palace, they were originally a crowd with the same voice, but now they quarreled like enemies.

Fang Zhiyuan watched and listened with a blank expression. It was a little surprising that the people were actually divided into two waves that were almost equal, and they were evenly divided when they quarreled.

When I first fell into the golden wire basket, I was crying for help...

After thinking about it, he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious.Those who regarded death as home and asked him to leave alone, did they want to impress him on purpose, so that he could save his life?

And those shameless words, as if it is only natural to step on others to be saved, do they want to deliberately provoke him to make him leave?

"--To shut up."

Finally, Fang Zhiyuan stopped the clamorers hoarsely.He lay down behind everyone's back, and said with a cold snort, "I'm just kidding you."

"No one can save you, wait for death."

"..."

The surrounding voices gradually faded away.

It was as if the flame of hope had been stomped out.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes, he endured the palpitations caused by the twinkling of the evil stars, and his temples were once again soaked in cold sweat.

He also once again thought of the weeds, insects, dust, the water droplets that are about to evaporate in the early morning, the snowflakes that are about to melt in the early spring, these small and even humble existences.

But... Grass and insects form forests, dust forms ground, water droplets flow and gather to form rivers and seas, and thousands of snowflakes fall, giving the world a clean white.

It is the warmth of complex and fickle hearts that beat lively.

After all, I am different, he is a star, a cold and distant existence, and he lives in the darkness.

It's just that the only thing he can't let go of is that Lin Lingqing has been imprisoned for two lifetimes, and he can't bear it...

That's it.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes, folded his arms tightly and curled up.

He thought wryly, that's all.

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Yujie, Liuhuazhou, Xuanjiao Gu's family.

When Gu Wenxiang woke up on her bed, it was almost dawn outside.He moved, and a sharp pain in his chest told him that what happened before he lost consciousness was not a nightmare.

Gu Wenxiang struggled to get up, lowered her eyes, and saw that the wound on her heart had been bandaged with medicine.

On the table beside the bed was a warm water pill, clear porridge, and a letter, but Gu Baoen was not there.

Gu Wenxiang had no joy or sorrow on her face, she sat upright on the bed for about a quarter of an hour, and gradually realized that Gu Baoen was really not here anymore.

He suddenly swept those bottles and bowls to the ground, pulled the letter amidst the crackling of fragments, and roughly tore it open.

The handwriting on the letter is very childish, even ugly.Gu Baoen's characters were taught by him. He first taught him to write "gongzi", and then taught him to write "repaying kindness". Now these four characters are used.

I saw the words on the white rice paper:

The deep kindness of the two generations will be repaid today.

The road ahead is long, my son cherishes it.

Thank you, stay.

Gu Wenxiang's face suddenly turned dead pale, he stared at the crooked word "two generations" and trembled all over.

First, the right hand holding the letter paper.He stared unwillingly, and pressed his right hand firmly with his left hand, but soon both hands began to shake like chaff.

The deep kindness of the two generations will be repaid today.

Today... report it...

What a blatant mockery, what kind of kindness he has done to Gu Baoen, what kind of kindness can be counted! ?

The white-eyed wolf made it clear what he wanted to say, the feud between the two generations will be avenged today...

Okay, what a bear!It's really hard for him to come back after being reborn, but he's still been lying by his side for so long!

Gu Wenxiang wanted to laugh, but suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahem... Gu Baoen..."

Gu Wenxiang's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, he panted like a dying patient, and read paranoidly, "Gu Baoen...Gu Baoen, how dare you lie to me. White-eyed wolf, stupid thing, trash...how dare you lie I……"

He muttered nervously, and with a groan, he tore the letter paper away with trembling fingers.

This was not enough, so Gu Wenxiang's eyes were red, his teeth were shaking, and he tore it again and again.

Until the complete piece of paper was torn to pieces, pieces of various sizes fluttered and fell from the fingers.

Then he staggered out of bed, and there was no wheelchair next to the bed.Gu Wenxiang acted as if he didn't see it, he called out his cane "Ghost Counting", and walked out the door staggeringly on it.

—Yes, in fact, he is not completely immobile.Sitting in a wheelchair on weekdays is just a cover-up to show weakness in front of outsiders.

And this secret, only Gu Baoen knows.

Only Gu Baoen knows...

Gu Wenxiang staggered to the courtyard, and disciples and servants of the Gu family had long since come up to help her.

"Homeowner!"

"Patriarch, this is...!?"

Gu Wenxiang's eyes straightened, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Where's Gu Baoen?"

"Young Master Repaying Gratitude, let's go, let's go..."

"gone?"

That's right, everyone knows that Gu Baoen is Gu Wenxiang's wolf dog.Gu Baoen was about to leave, who in the Gu family would dare to stop him, who would think of stopping him! ?

Gu Wenxiang clenched his stick and creaked, and the murderous intent almost came out from between his teeth: "Catch me...send all the guest ministers in the Nascent Soul Realm of the Gu family to chase after him! Oh, that's a great traitor, I I want to tear his corpse into thousands of pieces and throw him into Qilong Ridge to feed the monsters..."

Everyone changed their colors at the same time, knowing that something important had happened.Immediately a disciple answered "Yes", turned around and ran to deliver the order.

Unexpectedly, the young and resourceful Patriarch suddenly yelled, "Wait! Come back!"

The disciple stumbled and nearly fell.I saw Gu Wenxiang clutching his chest, breathing hard with his eyes closed, trying to squeeze out a few words: "Keep...keep alive."

Under the excitement, the wound on his chest had already ruptured, and his hands were stained with blood.The servants of the Gu family who were waiting on both sides were all stunned and did not dare to help, "Family, Patriarch...do you want to teach medicine first?"

"No... I can't die," Gu Wenxiang eased his breath, and sneered darkly again, "Break the hands and feet of that white-eyed wolf, and drag him to me. I'll deal with it myself!! Catch him alive! Whoever dares to kill him will be rewarded with a coffin and go to the execution hall of the Gu family."

The disciple's bones felt cold, knowing that the patriarch who killed his father was cruel and merciless, he only said: "Yes... yes."

After answering, he turned around to go again.After walking four or five steps, Gu Wenxiang said again, "Come back!"

"..."

The Gu family disciple's face was pale, and he was almost sweating. He didn't dare to say more, let alone ask in detail, "Yes. What orders does the Patriarch and Patriarch have?"

It was at this time that the morning bell of the Gu family rang three times.

The east is slightly white, and the long night is coming to an end.

Under the panicked gazes of several people, Gu Wenxiang slowly took a breath.

I don't know how long it took, he seemed to have finally calmed down, and also regained some semblance of reason, straightened up and said leisurely: "Forget it, what are you chasing, don't chase. It's just a stupid wolf, it's not worth the effort."

With that said, he turned around and pointed in the direction of the backyard.

"Look..."

Gu Wenxiang sneered and narrowed his eyes.

"Lin Lingqing is about to die. By then, Gu Baoen will be a homeless dog. He will be homeless immediately. I want him to kneel in front of me and cry and beg me..."

In the direction of his finger, a huge and complicated formation is exuding vast coercion amidst the exclamation of countless disciples of the Gu family, rising to the sky little by little.

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On the stone altar connecting the Panyu Immortal Realm to the Yu Realm, Lin Lingqing was making quick moves.The ten fingers turned into pieces of snow-white afterimages, and the spiritual flow flowing in the air was quickly pulled over.

Yin Changxin stood behind and looked at him, silent for a long time, and questioned sternly: "Didn't you say that Xingxing will choose tomorrow?"

Lin Lingqing's white robe fluttered, and he smiled softly: "To coax him, you still need to set aside time to draw up the formation. How can you delay making a decision until tomorrow? Anyway, I know how he will choose, and he also knows that I know he will." How to choose."

"Besides," he paused, "Even if Zhiyuan decides to go back with me, this formation must be opened anyway. It's all the same."

Yin Changxin said: "If there are only two people, the formation doesn't have to be so big, and you don't have to die."

Lin Lingqing said displeasedly: "Master! It's so easy for me to coax you. Why do you expose me?"

Yin Changxin was silent.

He looked at Lin Lingqing's back with soft and peaceful eyes.

Lin Lingqing was still talking to him: "Master, you said what will happen to a person after his soul is completely shattered?"

Yin Changxin thought for a while, and said: "Either die suddenly, or become a living dead. Tiantian is limp to mud, drooling and rolling his eyes, and will never be unconscious. It's very ugly, you won't like it."

Lin Lingqing really smiled, "I don't want it."

Standing next to Wu Chi Qingming, the two small lamps are still carefully sketching his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and there is a faint shadow when the thin lips move lightly:

"It's better to die cleanly. I still have a Yinyuan infant and this fairy body shell. I will join the formation eye later, and I have to ask Master to help me collect the last stroke of the formation pattern."

Yin Changxin twitched his eyebrows vigorously, and said with a dark face: "The soul is shattered, and the body is burned and melted. These are far more painful than Ling Chi. Do you have to die so badly?"

"After dawn, Zhiyuan will suffer from yin qi devouring his body, and those 10 people are still not sure what to do to him under the temptation to survive. I won't be worse than him."

Lin Lingqing shook his head, and said to himself: "It's better for me to die miserably. Then when the souls meet again in the underworld, he will only care about loving me and forget his own sadness."