All night

So this is actually a clichéd story.

Xie Ningzhou was originally born in the Fudo Mansion, and after he was ordered to kill Cheng Xinyuan's father, he raised him. After he grew up, he was sent to Xuanshui, which was regarded as sending the Buddha to the west, so that he could enter a famous and decent sect.

Cheng Xinyuan was a little dazed as he spoke, as if he was remembering something about his youth, or just listening to the sound of the wind piercing through the leaves outside.

Of course he thought about taking revenge, but he didn't have that ability when he was a child, but he gradually couldn't do it when he grew up.He originally thought that once he entered Xuanshuimen, he would never see each other again from now on. He only cared about cultivation and sword training, but Xie Ningzhou was definitely still killing people, and he might meet another little Cheng Xinyuan and raise him up. Maybe one day someone will seek revenge and disappear completely.

He just didn't expect that the master of Xuanshuimen would suddenly appoint someone to take over, and this person happened to be Xie Ningzhou.

Cheng Xinyuan made a lot of trouble. He was not coveting the position of sect master as outsiders thought. As a senior disciple, he refused to accept the sect master's decision. He just couldn't see Xie Ningzhou, and he couldn't accept to face this person day and night again.

He has been facing him day and night for ten years, and there is no need for a second or third decade.

With the sound of water gurgling, Lu Changying poured herself and Xin Wan the third cup of tea tonight.

Lu Changying said: "There are not many people in Fudo Mansion, are you thanking the sect master?"

Cheng Xinyuan was a little puzzled: "Huh?"

Lu Changying fiddled with the severed sword tip with her slender fingers, and soon tore off a needle-thin iron wire from the black gold iron like tearing cotton wool. With a flick of her hand, the iron wire sank into the dark and disappeared.

"There are not many 'people' in Fudo Mansion." Lu Changying changed the accent, "There are monsters and ghosts in the mansion, but there are very few people, unless this person can reach the same level of cultivation as these monsters and ghosts with flesh and blood."

You must know that demons and ghosts do not follow the usual law when they cultivate, and the path of evil spirits has always been quick. It often takes hundreds or thousands of years for ordinary people to cultivate to the same level, but if they are really successful, they will naturally cherish the hard work they have put in for hundreds of years. It is easy to fall into the magic way.

This is naturally the reason why Fudo Mansion's "black posts" seldom miss. Apart from a few masters who have ascended, Kongsang is more mortal after all.

Therefore, there are not many "people" in Fudofu.

Lu Changying said: "Lu Qinglan's cultivation base is common, but Yu Meihua Yishu is very good. Before his death, he worked hard and found out many secrets of the Fudo Mansion. In the past, there were only two famous 'persons' in the Fudo Mansion. , Lu Qinglan said, you are born unlucky, don't be resentful."

As he spoke, he tore off another piece of iron wire, twisted it on his fingertips and looked at it, and he seemed dissatisfied, so he threw it away again.

"At that time, I only thought that Lu Qinglan's two words were referring to himself, but now I hear you say that, but I think of something else." Lu Changying said slowly, "Born to be unlucky, it's a word of Xin, don't be resentful, it's a word of thanks. "

Cheng Xinyuan was startled, Lu Changying said: "The one you mentioned, named Xie Ningtang for Xie Aotian, does he look very similar to him?"

He pointed at Xin Wan with a finger, and Cheng Xinyuan felt even more embarrassed, thinking that even if you are sure that your guess is true, don't say it in front of others, how can I answer...

However, Xin Wan was not surprised by this, and even did not respond at all.

Lu Changying calmly said: "It's okay, he fell asleep."

"..." Cheng Xinyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When he took a closer look, Xin Wan lowered his head and leaned slightly on Lu Changying's shoulder, breathing evenly. He really fell asleep. No wonder he hadn't uttered a word since just now.

Lu Changying said: "Since Xiaosi said that the portrait in Master Xiemen's room is very similar to him, I have been thinking that it is probably his father."

Cheng Xinyuan said, "Yes, they look very similar. But I'm not sure, so I don't want to say anything."

Lu Changying's subordinates kept working, and the tip of the sword had been torn into countless thin iron wires by him. Apart from admiring his skill, Cheng Xinyuan had no idea what he wanted to do. Holding the iron wire, weave a fine net slowly.

Cheng Xinyuan let out a breath and said, "They're here."

There was a very small rustling sound under their feet, and it was almost indistinguishable without listening carefully.However, what came with this strange rustling sound was an extremely powerful evil spirit.

Cheng Xinyuan picked up the Broken Sword, not intending to die with his hands up, and said in a low voice, "Decades ago, I didn't know why they wanted to kill my father, and decades later, I also don't know why they wanted to kill me. It's a pity ……never mind."

It's a pity that he has not avenged his great revenge, and every time he thinks about it, he feels that if he sees his father after death, it must be very difficult to explain.However, it is too late now, and I still hope that my father has been reincarnated and will be a human being again.

He smiled and said, "Senior brother Lu, thank you for your bronze mirror." At least he saw it once.

Lu Changying nodded casually and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of, the two of you."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the footsteps was getting closer, Lu Changying said: "Is there running water under the Xuanshui Gate?"

Cheng Xinyuan nodded, focused his attention on guard, pointed his sword at the ground, and listened carefully to the movement below.The ground of the main hall of Xuanshuimen is covered with black rocks. The black rocks are fine in texture and contain black gold and iron. They are so hard that they cannot be cut by ordinary swords. However, the people in Fudofu choose to sneak in from the living water below, thinking that there is a way to win. Law.

His sword was originally made of black gold and iron. Although it had become a broken sword, it was still more than enough to cut through the black rock. The sound of rustling underwater gradually approached. Cheng Xinyuan's eyes flashed, and the broken sword pierced straight through the gap in the black rock.

But I heard a thin laughter from below, a little proud and a little mocking, but with a little immaturity, it didn't mean to take someone's life at all, it was full of a kind of innocent cruelty, but it made people shudder.

Cheng Xinyuan's face was slightly strange, and he wanted to pull out the broken sword, but the broken sword seemed to have been soaked in a ball of extremely soft and sticky paste when it pierced into the black rock, and now it has taken root in it, and it can no longer be shaken.

The voice laughed again, and also made a "slightly slightly" sound of a young man sticking out his tongue at someone.

Cheng Xinyuan's eagerness to win suddenly rose, and he said, "I don't have to be afraid of you without a sword." Stepping out with both feet, an extremely pure qi penetrated through the black rock and penetrated into the bottom of the water.

Lu Changying said: "It's too ugly to laugh. There are still people sleeping here." As he spoke, he gently wrapped Xin Wan's waist around his eyes and ears with his right hand, and slowly waved his left hand. As soon as it touched the ground, the hard black rock suddenly turned into water, making the palm-sized net easily dive into the rock and slowly sink into it.

Cheng Xinyuan took a few breaths, stood up, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the sound below. He changed the direction of his feet and stepped out. There was no movement on the small piece of ground, but the water underneath made a whistling sound.

This is already a very pure and profound Taoist orthodox kung fu, where evil spirits do not invade.The people below let out a "huh", and the crisp young voice said: "Xuan Shuimen actually has some tricks."

Cheng Xinyuan turned a deaf ear to his comments. Filled with true energy, he had already entered the realm of forgetting things and himself. He could not hear anything except the underground movement in his ears. He moved his feet freely, following the trajectory of the underwater person. step by step.The Xuanshui gradually rushed like boiling, and soon turned into a roaring sound.

A girl's voice said angrily: "This is not fun, stop playing with him, let's end it quickly."

Cheng Xinyuan stepped out again, and the black rock was as soft as cotton wool. He immediately felt a slippery touch under his feet, as if the soles of his shoes were suddenly burned through, and something like a poisonous snake spread up his calf. , constantly invading the skin and flesh, like tarsal maggots.

He opened his eyes, his legs were covered by a cloud of black air, his true energy was blocked, and he could no longer break free.Cheng Xinyuan sighed.

Nothing more...

He just had this idea, but unexpectedly, amidst the original roar of Xuanshui, a boy's scream erupted, and the cloud of black energy instantly receded without a trace.

Cheng Xinyuan let out a deadly sigh and was stuck in the middle of it. It was very uncomfortable that he couldn't get up and down. Lu Changying opened and closed his left hand casually, and grabbed a small ball from the black rock.

Xin Wan's eyelashes rubbed back and forth in the palm of his right hand and itched slightly. Lu Changying threw the ball on the ground casually, put down her right hand, and said, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm..." Xin Wan answered vaguely, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "What's the matter? People from Fudofu?"

Lu Changying pointed to the ground: "I got it."

That small ball was the barbed wire he threw into the black rock, and now it was tangled up, and inside it was a small jet-black fish writhing and struggling.

"It's a black carp." Lu Changying licked his tongue, "Cook it and eat it."

Cheng Xinyuan and Xin Wan felt sick at the same time, Xin Wan said, "Didn't you say two?"

Lu Changying said: "There are two, this is a rare hermaphrodite."