moonlit night

Ever since Mr. Hengwu stepped into the Mahayana period and was ranked among the Four Sage Monarchs, he has always played the role of reassuring others.It was the first time for a big girl to be comforted by others like this in the bridal sedan chair.

He couldn't help but find it funny, but somewhere in his heart was soft softly.Seeing that the big demon was still using his clumsy tongue to explain his style, Luo Mingche pulled out his hand little by little, and said softly: "I knew it was a trap, but I still came to the appointment. Naturally, I did the worst." You don't have to stay and take the risk. Besides, it's not necessarily true..."

Leng Beixiao clenched the long whip in his hand, and said firmly, "No."

Luo Mingche stared at him for a moment, then suddenly turned his head away and laughed: "You look a bit like my little niece when you wield a whip."

When he tilted his head, the curved curve of his lower jaw was very beautiful, like a crescent crescent falling on the top of a green pine.

"I look like her?" Leng Beixiao stared intently, but pretended to be disdainful: "Is she like me?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately reacted: "Don't prevaricate me with other words."

Luo Mingche was helpless: "I..."

"No, no, no."

"But you are here," Luo Mingche said softly, with nine points of firmness and a little bit of confusion: "I will be distracted."

Being firm is because you are too clear about what will happen next, while being confused is because of the fire that ignited at that moment.

The kindling that was planted a long time ago, now looking back belatedly, has already ignited the entire barren heart.

Back then he stayed on the top of the snow-capped mountain for a long time, until his spiritual power gradually recovered and his body became less stiff, then he took out a broken sword from the snowdrift, and returned to the side of the water in embarrassment to report the news.At that time, he was in a state of desperation and almost cried when he saw his father, but Luo Yunshen took him back to the sky above the snow field and asked him why he practiced Taoism.

In order to become stronger, Luo Mingche said.

Strong, then what?

Then... At that time, Xiao Hengwu thought blankly, yes, then what?

Why be strong?

A thought clearly came to mind:

"I want him to see me."

It's very strange, it's not for protecting Xiaoxiang, keeping one party safe and healthy, nor for achieving Taoism and surpassing heaven and earth.

But just for one action, one word.

This is probably just a kind of youthful spirit, wanting to prove his existence to a guy who once underestimated him.

That naive thought back then flashed by, but he remembered it for a long time, until the day when he reunited with Leng Beixiao in Daxue Mountain a hundred years later.

Before that, Luo Mingche had been trying to make his own comment on the word "powerful".Fortunately, his talent is outstanding, and he is considered a leader among his peers, and even the same generation.

But this is not enough, far from enough.As you practice, the higher you go, the narrower the path you can walk on.Every step you take is like stepping on a mountain of knives. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces and lost forever.

When encountering bottlenecks and the most difficult time to advance, Luo Mingche often wonders whether Wang Shu's rapid progress despite his young age has something to do with his lack of distracting thoughts and cold nature?

Will those instinctive and inseparable emotions really become obstacles on my way to heaven?

And when his father and the Patriarch of the Mu family were discussing the matter of getting married, it was the time when he had the most self-doubt.Qingping, the eldest daughter of Mu's family, is well-known and has the body of a psychic phoenix marrow. If she becomes a husband and wife, it will be of great benefit to his cultivation and his future succession as the head of the family.

More importantly, it is conducive to maintaining a stable relationship between aristocratic families.

At that time, Luo Mingche had become the leader of the Zhegui Guild, and many sects wanted to win him over, and many female cultivators secretly agreed.At a time like this, it would be good to have a beautiful woman by your side to help.

But Luo Mingche thought about it again and again, and politely rejected his father's proposal on the grounds that he encountered a bottleneck and needed to devote himself to cultivation.

He resisted this marriage, and he didn't want to be the head of the family, but he secretly hoped that someone would stand side by side with him and support each other on the way forward.

But that invincible figure has never been with him.

Afterwards, Luo Mingche sank at the bottom of Xiaoxiang Lake and began a years-long retreat.

Unexpectedly, the person who sent the message misheard, or someone did it on purpose. Under such circumstances, the Luomu family actually settled the marriage.When he was about to leave the customs, he was suddenly told that the Mu family had already made preparations and would marry his daughter when an auspicious date was set.

At that time, he was busy dealing with the Tianlei Tribulation in the Mahayana stage, and he really couldn't get away, so he first explained to his father, wrote a letter to clarify the misunderstanding, and sent someone to Xizhoutang, without knowing what was going on. Hope things can be salvaged.

This was the most utterly wrong thing he had done so far in his life.

After he finished his tribulation, he stumbled down from the clouds, thinking that he had finally reached this point, and that he might be able to make some things that were doomed to be hopeless possible, but he immediately learned a piece of news that was no less than a bolt from the blue.

The person he sent to deliver the letter did not arrive at Xizhoutang on time for some reason.The wedding party didn't hear the news until halfway through. Miss Mu took off her hijab without hesitation, and ordered the wedding team to go back, but encountered ghost soldiers on the way, and everyone resisted desperately, but in the end, all of them overwhelmed.

This tragic hell on earth opened the prelude to the chaos of ghosts in those years.All the corpses found at the scene were in a miserable state of death, but there was no Mu Qingping. Even after they invaded the Boundless Land of the Underworld, there was no trace of her.

She seems to have just evaporated.

It was only later that Luo Mingche realized that in those years, all the ghosts and demons were ready to move, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that the world was going to be chaotic.The Mu family has practiced the art of rejuvenation for generations, and has never relied on force, so they must find a powerful family to rely on.How could he give up the chance to be tied to the Luo family just because of a handwritten letter from him?

But he understood too late.

Later, the father died under the hands of the Demon Lord Cang Jue, and the eldest brother disappeared after a fire.He took over the burden of the Luo family, let go of all unrealistic thoughts, and walked alone on the tip of the knife for a long, long time.

Fortunately, even though the monster clan joined the battle later, the big monster did not come out from the depths of the snow mountain.Therefore, there is no need for the two of them to stand on the outright hostile side and fight to the death on the battlefield.

But that's where the luck ends.

After the troubled times ended, Luo Mingche never thought of becoming a Taoist couple again.Because it was hard for him not to imagine what kind of mood Qingping took off his hijab back then, and what kind of painful suffering he experienced when facing the imminent death.That imaginary woman to be married firmly held a place in Luo Mingche's heart, making him feel regretful, and at the same time, throughout his life, he would never be able to forget her.

It was hard to say that there was any necessary connection between his letter and her death, but the facts were the same, and there was no room for arguing.

Another incident that happened during this period, namely the fall of the Qin Sheng, made Luo Mingche feel that the world is impermanent.He originally took the word "powerful" as his initial aspiration for Taoism, but later he discovered that even if he was as strong as Su Xihe, he still couldn't escape the fate of death.

Different from Wang Shu's persistent desire to call back the soul of Qin Sheng, over the years, he has collected almost all the traces that Su Xihe left in the world, and sealed them in Xiaoxiang's thousand mirrors.

The original intention of doing this is to find a way to cross the catastrophe.But he couldn't find a way, but after learning about Qin Shengzun's experience in many lives, he gradually pieced together a terrible truth.

From the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people fighting in the ancient country, to the extermination of the mermaid clan in the deep sea, to the chaotic world of hundreds of ghosts a hundred years ago, it seems that there is a hand pushing everything forward, but it disappeared without a trace after disturbing the situation. As if it never existed.

And every time it appears, it will only bring death and disaster to this world.

Without exception.

In order to pursue that illusory possibility of ascension, countless people went on and on, abandoning their mortal relationships, just to gain the Tao, ascend to the fairy world, and enjoy the blessing of living the same life as the heaven and the earth.

But what if it is the "Tao" and "law" that we are struggling to pursue that want to kill us?

Could it be that if this road goes to the end, there is really only one ending, destruction?

Hearing that the roar was getting closer and closer to the ground, Leng Beixiao slowly frowned, and suddenly cursed in a low voice, covering his chest, trying to soothe his raging heart: "No, this is getting smaller and smaller, if you don't leave, it will be too late Yes. Let's work together and break out. Hey, what are you doing?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a big wave with the smell of the sea hitting his head, covering Leng Beixiao's head and face, making him feel like he was standing on a reef by the North Sea.

At the same time, the wave that fell from the sky with a violent momentum rushed towards the group of ghost soldiers approaching below like a tiger, and directly rushed the frontmost ghost soldiers to the ground, temporarily stopping the attack.

But the scary thing about those skeleton soldiers is that they are endless. Since they came from the Netherworld, there are still many hidden in the depths of the water, and they are not afraid of pain or death.It is true that Mr. Hengwu is a good solo fighter, but as long as he is a living person, he will never be able to cast spells endlessly. Sooner or later, there will be a day when his spiritual power will be exhausted and he will be unable to continue. Drag to death.

What's more, Shara still laid a net here, and it was difficult for them to move anywhere, let alone find a high ground as a cover.

Luo Mingche said softly: "I lured the South China Sea to the nearby sea, which must be able to stop the ghost army for a while. At the same time, I sent a message to Master Ye of Kunwu Mountain, asking him to send his disciples to come to support quickly. If you don't leave, you may It will be regarded as the helper of the ghost clan and given to Kunwu Mountain."

Seeing that he was still thinking about joking, Leng Beixiao let go of most of his hanging heart.But before he could speak, he watched Luo Mingche take out another object from his sleeve, put it in his hand and stroked it lightly, then handed it to him and said: "This object is called Fenhai Pearl, and it is useless for me to keep it by myself. If the Demon King doesn't mind, can you keep it for me temporarily?"

If you take it with you, no matter what storms and waves you encounter in the river in the future, or if you are restrained by monks who practice water system skills, you can save yourself from danger.

The little bead was blue all over, lying on the palm of the Tsing Yi Sage Monarch, glowing softly, and it was exactly the same as the one that Leng Beixiao got from Jun Changye before.Legend has it that there are only three Fenhaizhus in the world, one in the Demon Realm, one in the Langxuan Pavilion, and one in the Luo family in Xiaoxiang, who is naturally good at manipulating water.

"I can't have it," Leng Beixiao struggled for a moment, but still admitted honestly: "I won't lie to you, I also have one of these sea pearls, which I exchanged with the demon king before I came here. At that time, I wanted to let You lost to me, and you also lost face, so you came up with such a way to restrain your skills."

Luo Mingche was startled, then laughed dumbfounded: "Then why didn't you take it out just now? It feels good to be doused in water?"

"I'm afraid you're overthinking," Leng Beixiao hurriedly said, "No, what I mean is, I don't want to compete with you now, so this share of Haizhu is useless to me, so why bother to take it out for trouble?" Woolen cloth."

"Oh?" Luo Mingche smiled lightly, "Why don't you want to?"

He is usually very measured, he doesn't seem like someone who likes to chase after him, but at the moment he seems to be very persistent.

"Because," Leng Beixiao thought for a moment, then slightly lowered his head to look into his eyes, and said seriously: "If you want, I am willing to lose to you all the time."

Luo Mingche was shocked.

Here it is again, that feeling of being at a loss again, if this is a gift from the heavens, then it came...it was too late.

He quickly turned his head, avoiding the thick black eyes of the demon king, and tried his best to make his voice sound extremely normal:

"I will attract another wave later. When it is over your head, you can dive down with the sea beads, swim out with the direction of the current, and come out when you see the light. No matter what you hear in the water, Whatever you see, don't stop there."

"Okay, are you coming with me?" Leng Beixiao responded, apparently blinded by his calmness, so he was embarrassed to make any extravagant demands.At the same time, he firmly believed that Heng Wu was a reliable person, and since he said so, he must be fully confident to retreat completely.

As expected, the other party shook his head, and then signaled that he could prepare.Leng Beixiao held Fen Haizhu tightly in his hand, and when the wave from the sky covered his head, he held his breath and dived down.

The nets of the ghost clan spread all over the water and below, but now he followed the current of water, and just pierced through the narrow gaps in the nets.When he found it, the poisonous bright blue thread was behind him. He raised his head, but he couldn't see the slightest light coming down from the water surface, but there were countless screaming ghosts passing by the bottom of the water, heading in the direction he came from. rush away.

That posture, all of them were like the little fish demons who were half-starved and desperately squeezed to grab food, as if they were attracted by something, and completely ignored the Lord Demon King who was close at hand.

It was not the first time for Leng Beixiao to deal with ghosts, but there were so many souls wandering underwater, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, that his scalp was numb.

For wandering souls, what has the most deadly attraction?

A physical body with superb spiritual power...a pure physical body that can be seized.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart, Leng Beixiao stopped, disregarding Luo Mingche's previous order to see the light before going ashore, and immediately went upstream with both hands and feet.

When he got out of the water, before he could wipe the water off his face, he suddenly heard the Sanskrit sound and the sound of Buddha bells. Someone came wading from the bank and saw him floating on the water, and said in a low voice:

"Amitabha, the night is cold and the water is cold, the demon king should go ashore."

The speaker was wearing a crimson monk robe, holding a glass box in his arms, and a string of red pear wood rosary beads wrapped around his wrist. It was clearly Wu Wang who was saved for a good night in the reclining temple.

Leng Beixiao glanced at him impatiently, thinking that Chili girl's account with you hadn't been settled before, but he didn't have the heart to tangle with a monk, so he immediately cast his gaze deep into the net when he came.

But it was this one glance that made him not come up in one breath, and almost sank into the water again.

Through those blue threads layered like silk, Leng Beixiao saw Jinghong unsheathed and then sheathed, and fell between the left wrist of the Tsing Yi Sage for a moment, and immediately blood gurgled down, dark red, and fell straight into the boiling water below among.

Almost at the moment when the blood fell into the water, the ghost soldiers below stood still for a moment.Those resentful souls who were sealed in the bones and longed for flesh and blood finally found a carrier to attach to, jumped out of the water one after another, and rushed towards Jun Wu who was standing alone in the air.Because there were too many of them, the ones at the back simply bit the tail of the front, forming several ascending white ladders. From a distance, it seemed that a huge white lotus bloomed suddenly with the shadow in the green clothes as the center.

And the next moment, the man raised his left arm flatly, raising a line of blood in the air, allowing it to be swallowed by the resentful soul who arrived first.Blood color spread from top to bottom along the white ladder, dyeing most of the "White Lotus" red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blue, white, red, the arrangement of the three colors was forcibly disrupted and submerged into a painting again.The impact of this picture was so powerful that Leng Beixiao couldn't help but tremble.Because he was too far away, he couldn't see the expression on Luo Mingche's face clearly, he only saw countless resentful souls opening their mouths, greedily biting that bloody arm.

How much pain should he have?

Leng Beixiao clenched his fists tightly, and his heart ached into balls, as if those sharp teeth were biting him.But before he could make a move, a dazzling white light split the sky behind him like lightning.

It is innocent.

The glazed box he was holding in his arms was completely opened, and a pearl rose from the box into the sky, like a bright moon in the sky.But the light that bloomed around was as scorching as the scorching sun, like a curtain of light, covering the entire Mu Mansion in it.

That is the treasure of the town temple of the reclining temple, the Tianxin Moon Wheel.

But now Leng Beixiao didn't care whether it was the moon or the sun, he just urged his arms to quickly feather into wings, and wanted to fly to Luo Mingche's side to drive away those blood-sucking souls for him.Wu Wang took a step forward and stopped him.

"What is the demon king going to do?"

"What are you doing? I should ask you this!" Leng Beixiao's eyes were about to burst into flames, he waved his hand and pointed at the surging soul wave, and said angrily, "Can't you see what he is doing? "

While talking, he flew away, but as soon as his wings touched the light curtain, he felt as if he was being burned by a raging fire, and he couldn't enter at all, so he had to retreat temporarily.

Wu Wang recited a Buddha's name in a low voice: "This matter is very important, and I hope the demon king will not stop it."

Leng Beixiao's anger rose steadily, and he stepped forward and grabbed his monk's robe: "Don't you Buddhists always pay attention to compassion? What about now? Are you going to watch him die?"

Wu Wang's eyes moved slightly, no longer like Gujing Wubo: "It turns out that the demon king's heart is for Lord Hengwu?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Leng Beixiao's subordinates increased their strength, and when he saw that the monk was almost out of breath, he relaxed a little: "What's going on here?"

"Cough cough," Wu Wang coughed a few times, and said in a low voice, "Hengwu Lord is righteous, willing to use his body as bait to help the poor monk get rid of the three thousand grievances in Wangchuan."

"what?!"

"The poor monk has waited here for a long time with the Tianxin Moon Wheel of the Lying Chan Temple. Only after the Rakshasa female general ghost army has assembled and Lord Hengwu lures them out of the water, they can borrow the light of the sky to completely purify these resentful souls."

What he said was very concise, and Leng Beixiao forced himself to think for a while, and after reasoning about the ins and outs of what he heard after arriving here, he finally understood the general idea.

According to what the little devil said before, because her sister with the word "Qing" in her name, she has enmity with Heng Wu and Lord Ming, and the purpose of mobilizing the ghost soldiers is obviously Heng Wu.And Leng Beixiao, the Bone Eater of the Ghost Clan, knew that he never devoured the target's flesh and spirit, and would never stop.

Hengwu and Wuwang took advantage of this. The ghost army came from the underworld, and they were naturally afraid of the day, so they had to hide in the night and hide under the water, and the water system of Kyushu extended in all directions, so they could spread out and attack. , You can escape.And once they are all gathered here, they are lured out of the water by prey, but encounter the nemesis of the sky-centered moon wheel, which can gather the light of the sky, and they will inevitably be wiped out.

So it turned out that Shaluo thought that he had trapped Hengwu with a formation, but she didn't know that she was the one trapped.

But... Could it be that Hengwu told me to leave quickly, just because he wanted me not to hinder their plan?

Leng Beixiao finally felt uncomfortable all over his body. It was caused by his clothes being soaked in water and clinging to his skin, and he always hated getting wet.

He finally calmed down, loosened Wu Wang's skirt with a flick of his hand, and then staggered back a few steps.

That's right, what right do I have to take care of the enmity and entanglements between their comprehension world and the ghost clan?

Really dizzy.

"Monk, when will the people from Kunwu Mountain arrive?" Leng Beixiao returned to his usual casualness.

Although it may be due to delusion, but my feeling for Heng Wu is not fake, I have to see with my own eyes that he is safe and sound.

Wu Wang calmly said: "If you want to lure the Rakshasa woman to gamble all her wealth, you must not leak the news in advance. The fewer people know about this, so I did not notify Kunwu to come to help."

He lied to me again?

Leng Beixiao broke his skills in an instant, and said angrily: "Could it be possible that you came alone? It's not too late to notify, go!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong. Sure enough, Wu Wang's face froze for a moment, but his body did not move.

Although the Tianxin Moon Wheel is the nemesis of the ghost race, it has been activated very rarely for thousands of years. There is no other reason, only because it must burn the fire of life of an eminent monk to attract the light of the sky.As for the eminent monks who have the ability to support the moon with their own heart fire, there are not many high monks who have been found for thousands of years.

Now, Wuwang's life is connected with the Tianxin moon wheel, when the moon wheel dims, it is the end of his life, and once he leaves this place, the moon wheel will soon fall due to losing support.

Shala came here with all his strength, so how could this monk not bet everything on himself?

Leng Beixiao's chest heaved violently a few times, and suddenly felt that he had been tricked by the unpredictability of people's hearts: "Why did you find him for such a thankless thing?"

Wu Wu's hand holding the Buddha beads on his wrist felt tight, a wry smile appeared on his face and said: "This Rakshasa woman is scheming and stubborn. The poor monk has tried several times to save her, but all ended in failure. When Mr. Heng Wu heard about this, he intended to help, and made such a plan with the poor monk. As for why he must be the only one... because he is the only one who can make Rakshasa no matter what the price is."

It was this wry smile that made his impassive and solemn appearance completely disappear, and he looked no different from any earthly man struggling in the sea of ​​suffering.

"Wait, that's all for Hengwu, why do you insist on putting her to death?" Leng Beixiao suddenly looked at the red pear beads on his wrist, and with a wave of his right hand, he pointed at Shaluo hidden among the vegetation on the bank, " Could it be that she was the female ghost that you told me in Xiaoxiang before, who killed Chili?"

Hearing the word "red pear", Wu Wang took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

He seemed to be suppressing some deep feelings in his words, but Leng Beixiao didn't have time, and he didn't have the heart to explore them.He paced irritably on the spot for a few times, finally made up his mind, raised his hand and pulled out the longest feather between his foreheads.

Lingyu turned into an eagle, circling in the dazzling white light above his head, and after Leng Beixiao ordered a few words, it flew straight to the east.

"Go to Hengping and tell her that the murderer who killed Chili has been found. I want soldiers, as many as I want, and let her take them with me, and drive directly to Xizhou."

Wu Wang was a little surprised: "What is the demon king's intention?"

Leng Beixiao's tone was sharp and cold: "I have long been displeased with the ghost clan. Since the chaos of the ghosts, I have deceived the old monsters of the monster clan. Packed together."

His words were bold and bold, as if announcing that in the current protracted war between the three races of humans and demons, the monster race, which had always remained neutral, would formally join the human race.

But the next moment, the demon muttered softly again: "Those who dare to hurt me, hum."

This sentence is much gentler, like a small eye has been cut out of thousands of layers of solid ice, and the gurgling water is warm and ironing, just like the handful of hot springs given by the person at the beginning.

If the first two words still have a bit of gnashing of teeth, then the tenderness between the lips and teeth is all on the three words "my people".

All of a sudden there was a strong wind, and the rest of the voice was mixed with the waves brought up by Leng Beixiao as he fluttered his wings and flew into Wuwang's ears with the sound of the wind:

"Monk, you have calculated with him, how sure are you?"

"Ninety percent of the demon kings are willing to borrow troops to help us now," Wuwang said politely, "The only variable is that Rakshasa girl. Although the poor monk has no evidence, it can be concluded that in her hands, the Qi Lan Xun created by Mrs. Broken Heart."

"Qi Lan?" Leng Beixiao squinted his eyes, then immediately thought of something, and his voice sank: "It's Qi Lan again."

He will never forget, when Mrs. Heartbroken first appeared on the battlefield with Qi Lan, how the human race on the field killed each other as if they had lost their minds. When the ice and snow melted into the cave, it brought a little bit of evil.

That female ghost is like a she-wolf who has lost her cubs, she has no reason to speak, and all her remaining rationality is used to kill people. tie.

No one can resist the pain of feeling empathy and hurting others and oneself.

What's more, Mr. Heng Wu was a person who was scared to cry when he saw a black bear spirit when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Leng Beixiao, who was about to show another hero to save the beauty, made a decisive decision and slammed into the light curtain.

Fortunately, Wuwang opened a small mouth in front of him in time, so that he was not burned into a bald bird by the big killer of Tianxinyuelun. Not only did he maintain his appearance commensurate with his status, but he also managed to get along with everyone. The ferocious wraiths inside the cover met nose to nose.

Of course, he immediately retracted the tip of his nose, his eyes were tightly blocked by the ghost, but his ears still did not forget to search for a voice that was almost extinguished by the big waves:

"It's such a pity, Jingli's heart is still missing, and the five poisonous hearts can be gathered together. But why do you insist on forcing me?" It was the little ghost's crazy voice, "You forced me, Heng Wu , the taste of Qilan, you can bear it for me!"

Leng Beixiao thumped in his heart, and immediately tore the resentful soul blocking the way in front of him into pieces. After killing a bloody path, he raised his head and looked around, but he still couldn't see a trace of Luo Mingche.

He only saw countless white bones and writhing and screaming souls, disintegrating under the light of the sky, but at this moment, there was a huge monster under his feet, which finally broke through the water.

Leng Beixiao never expected that the one summoned by the formation that Chara had set up earlier was actually one of the ancestors of their monster clan, the Five-Color Jiming Bird.

But what he heard earlier was clearly the roar of a giant beast. Could it be that it rushed to other places with the water waves?

It's hard to say whether it's luck or misfortune, but Leng Beixiao didn't have time to think about it, because he had already heard "woo woo" a few times, like a child whimpering in front of his mother's grave.And the next moment, the voice suddenly became extremely low again, mixed with anger and sadness, as if crying blood.

At the same time, something fell from the soul tide and fell straight into the water.

It's a fleeting flute.