The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

Mu Junhou went to the pavilion: "I'm all right, but Miss Xiangzhi seems to be in a bad mood."

Gu Jinxiao rushed to the scene in two places, and had to count the time. If he wasn't a little weaker, how could he just leave the stage?Hearing the words, he said softly: "Fate is in conflict, it will be fine after a while."

Gu Xiangzhi seemed unwilling to talk more, and the rest of the people naturally couldn't ask more.

He Jiuqing's eyes were still covered with white gauze, but it didn't affect his vision at all. He nodded slightly to Mu Junhou: "Floating sky water sends endless trees, and rain clouds bury half of the mountain. The river head is not a storm, don't worry about it." Some people have difficulty traveling in the world. I made a fortune for you, the road ahead is approaching wind and rain, since it is the case, why not stop for a while and drink a glass of water. The scenery here is beautiful."

Mu Junhou also met He Jiuqing by chance when he first entered the rivers and lakes.After seeing each other for many years, this person is still as in my memory.

He Jiuqing is really a very special person.Mu Junhou knew many Buddhist and Taoist monks, whether they were monks or not, they were all clothed in plain clothes, with simple tea and light food, and they were dedicated to observing the precepts and practicing purely.

But He Jiuqing is absolutely not.

How should I put it, don't look at him without any decorations on his body.His demeanor is handsome and elegant, like a celebrity who is indifferent and retiring.However, the plain clothes on his body, which seem to have a faint brilliance, are the highest royal tribute in the palace.Even as a prince, he was rationed according to the standard.

The jade crown for hair, the utensils for pouring wine, and even the chess pieces placed in the pavilion are all treasures that are hard to find in the world.

There is no such thing as a pure and inactive person. I am afraid that the emperor who is rich in the world may not have his extravagance and wealth in the world.

At the beginning, when he heard his words, He Jiuqing smiled lightly, and with the warm spring breeze, he said unhurriedly: "If you practice the way of gods and immortals, you can't compare to being an emperor in the world. Why do you think that so many emperors have wanted to follow my generation of alchemists since ancient times? Become a fairy?"

At that time, Mu Junhou was only a teenager, and the theory of ghosts and gods was the most popular in Chu, so he was quite fascinated: "This is so reasonable, I want to go to alchemy with you and ask."

But the man shook his head when he heard this: "Everyone in our sect who does not follow the Tao, does not commit adultery, does not take medicine and does not make alchemy."

"Then what do you practice? Do you inhale the wind and drink the dew?"

He Jiuqing shook his head again: "Enter the world and out of the world, enter the power of the world, take advantage of the atmosphere of the world, and... make wine."

"Wine making? Brewing can become a fairy, could it be that Du Kang is alive?"

He Jiuqing poured a cup of wine for him, with a warm voice and a faint smile on his lips: "My name is He Jiuqing. There are many people who cultivate the way of immortality, and there are many methods. I am different from other alchemists. A glass of wine can test whether you are suitable or not."

So, the young and energetic Mu Junhou drank a cup of wine directly from him.At the entrance, I only feel that the fine nectar and jade liquid are nothing more than that, but when I turn my head, the world is spinning, and I don't know about personnel.

When he woke up, he ran away from home to wander the rivers and lakes, and he, who had already entered Sichuan, appeared in the room of his family's Hou Mansion in Chudi.

Mu Tianshu, who was still the youngest son of the Hou family at that time, later learned from his grandfather, that after he left a letter and left, the old gentleman was so anxious to find him that he happened to know that He Jiuqing was passing by Chudi and personally Came to visit for help.

Crane Jiuqing was in Chu, playing chess and chatting with the old gentleman, only the cranes around him flew out for a while.

Before a game of chess was over, He Jiuqing suddenly smiled, and said to the distraught old gentleman: "The prince is already in the residence of the prince. He just drank the wine below, and he will have a big dream for a week. I see that the prince has extraordinary energy, and in the future It is definitely not something in the pool. Since he yearns for the freedom of the world, you might as well ask a famous teacher to teach him."

This is the first time that Mu Junhou has personally experienced the immortal method of distracting the illusory from thousands of miles away, but he is still dubious.Only when his father joined forces with quack warlocks to deceive him on purpose.

Because in memory, Lao Junhou himself, used to treat these quack warlocks with a half-hearted disbelief and ignored them.

Seeing this, the old gentleman patted his head and sighed, "Do you know the late emperor? Before the incident, the late emperor and a group of fellow countrymen spent all day idle. One day, he met a young man who was suffering from an eye disease and walked alone. Seeing him being regarded as a fat sheep by a group of thieves, he stepped forward to rescue him for a moment of chivalry. The blind young man claimed to have the art of fortune-telling, and he cut off the veins for each of them."

Of course Mu Tianshu knew about this legend, because the birthplace of Gao Zu was their Chu land, and there were not many other things in Chu land.

"It is said that the man asserted that Gaozu's life was extraordinary, and that all the mud legs around him were the lives of princes and generals. He immediately laughed at others. I never thought that ten years later, it would be true one by one. According to the legend, It is said that Gaozu saw the blind young man again, his voice and appearance were the same as before, and he immediately visited the thatched cottage three times, asking him to be an official in the palace." Mu Tianshu couldn't help laughing, "However, if we randomly find some famous fortune-tellers in Chudi, they all say that they are What about the descendants of living gods who judge the king with one word."

The old gentleman had a deep meaning, with a smile that was not a smile: "Beside the first emperor, among the muddy legs that were killed by him back then, there is your father and me. Who is the god who killed the king with this word?"

If you are lucky enough to see high mountains, you will naturally treat ordinary hills as normal.

It's not that the old gentleman believed it, nor did he not believe it. He just took advantage of the meager predestined relationship at the beginning to help his son walk a bright road with He Jiuqing and lead a good relationship.

Now that the old Junhou has passed away many years ago, Mu Tianshu, who took over the position of Junhou, finally understood the painstaking efforts of his father.

Mu Junhou looked at He Jiuqing who was the same as back then, walked over and sat opposite him, looked at the glass of thin wine, as if time went back to eight years ago.

"Mr. Crane, can you drink this wine today? I don't want to fall asleep and go back to my home after waking up." Mu Junhou thought in a daze, if he really went back to eight years ago, it would be good, he could Goodbye to my father.

He Jiuqing was not in a hurry: "Today's wine is not for drinking, so it is naturally not intoxicating."

Mu Junhou chuckled lightly, raised his head to dry the clear dew in the cup, and said with a wry smile: "It's a pity for this good wine."

At this moment, he is not in the mood to taste it.

Mu Junhou poured another glass of wine, but this time he didn't drink it right away.

"Miss Xiangzhi and Mr. He are waiting for me here, but what are your instructions?"

Gu Jinxiao closed his eyes, tens of miles away, Gu Mowen was in a high pavilion on a lotus platform, playing the piano with his eyes closed as if there was no one else around, and below was Lin Youhuang's new masterpiece of extermination.

In the eyes of the victim, Gu Mowen, who plays the piano with the sound of killing as the background, is the most suitable devil behind the scenes.

Time was running out, he opened his eyes in Gu Xiangzhi's body.

He Jiuqing was telling Mu Junhou that he and Gu Xiangzhi had entered the Fallen Flower Valley.

Gu Jinxiao said softly: "We all know why the Lord entered Shu. Some things are more complicated than you think. Lin Youhuang, the owner of Dead Man's Valley, is indeed Lin Youhuang, the eldest lady of Qilin Villa. It is stated in the yellow form of Dead Man's Valley There is no falsehood in any crime. Not only is it the Valley of the Dead, but Master Yajiu also wanted to swallow the Valley of Fallen Flowers, and he died because of a bad move. And the last point, Gu Mowen is on Lin Youhuang's side."

"You mean, Lin Youhuang and Gu Mowen?" Even though Mu Junhou had heard about it, he still wasn't sure.

On the other side, another massacre was settled.

All the living dead stood still, waiting for the Ergu Master on the lotus platform to give instructions.

In the silence where the garden was filled with killing and bloodshed, Gu Mowen, who closed his eyes and immersed himself in the sound of the zither, was still playing the zither as if no one else was there.

On this side, Gu Xiangzhi's expression became paler and more transparent, and he said lightly: "I can't last long. Please, please take me to Qilin Villa. I once sent a letter to Situ Zheng asking him to ask you for help. Situ Zheng's The news was relayed to Lieyan Villa, but there was no news from others. The crux of the matter lies in Qilin Villa."

As soon as Gu Xiangzhi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and did not move.His expression was cold and unwavering, as if he was in a trance, with no soul left.

When it comes to Gu Mowen, Mu Junhou and He Jiuqing's expressions are not relaxed.

"I really don't want to be an enemy of this person." Mu Junhou said regretfully, "I don't understand, why does he associate with evil ways?"

He Jiuqing said calmly: "I will pull him back."

……

Lin Youhuang walked up to the lotus platform slowly, bent slightly and turned sideways to watch Gu Mowen playing the piano, the smile on his lips gradually deepened.

After playing the song "Nine Songs of Heaven", Gu Jinxiao just opened his eyes in Gu Mowen's body, closed the ending naturally, and raised his eyes to glance at Lin Youhuang.

"Is Director Gu finished?" He said softly and casually.

Lin Youhuang's twinkling peach blossom eyes were curved, rarely narrowed, and he jokingly said: "Brother Gu seems to be more interested in seeing this image of blood flowing like a river. He is intoxicated and completely forgets himself. I don't know, Brother Gu still has such a self-admiring side. It's really rare, this hobby is so interesting, I really like it to death."

Gu Jinxiao put away the piano and stood up, said unhurriedly: "I am an alchemist, of course I prefer to play the piano to the dead than to the living."

On the rivers and lakes, the two most frightening demons looked at each other, one half-smile, the other full of smile.Against the backdrop of the garden full of corpses and the living dead, they became sympathetic to each other.

What Lin Youhuang regrets is that Gu Mowen, who has never been like an ordinary person, not only has no dust in his eyes, but also has nothing to enter in his heart, unexpectedly has something that makes him indulge wholeheartedly, and he feels a little bit of a rare human touch.

What Gu Jinxiao regretted was that facing the tragic events in the world and playing the piano intoxicated, this kind of fearful thing in the eyes of normal people, in the eyes of Lin Youhuang, seemed to be the most elegant and fascinating artistic behavior.

Both feel that this love is a rare sight in the world, and the other party is really a rare person in the world, so they should not cherish each other.

Their eyes met, they smiled without saying a word, when the pity was over, Gu Jinxiao smiled faintly: "Go back."

The sun is dim and the moon is hazy.

The pitch-black sedan chair travels in the warm yellow fields like a dream.

On the endless wilderness, two people blocking the way suddenly appeared in front of them.

A man and a woman are both young talents, dragons and phoenixes among them.

"Ahead is the Valley of the King of Yama, the two Nine Nether Yamas?" The voice of the young man was as cold as cutting gold and jade.

Lin Youhuang supported the side of her face with one hand, always looking lazy, as if she wanted to lean on Gu Jinxiao.

Hearing this, he lazily opened his half-closed eyes, leaned towards Gu Jinxiao's ear, and breathed with a cold fragrance, seemingly falling into the ear: "Yan Wanggu? When did you let them change their name?"

Gu Jinxiao was just the opposite of him, whether he was standing or sitting, his back was very straight, as if it had never been bent, nor would it be the slightest slack.No matter where it is, it is like a king's visit.

Although he looked ahead, it seemed like there was nothing in his eyes.

In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, at a glance, they will only notice that Gu Jinxiao's aura around him is extremely intimidating.

Even under Lin Youhuang's gorgeous appearance, there is much sharpness and viciousness, she looks like a courtier beside the devil.

"No." Gu Jinxiao said lightly.

Unexpectedly, the other woman who didn't make a sound sneered sharply and said: "It's true. It's a friend in the rivers and lakes. It was photographed by the two names. I was afraid that the valley of the dead would not be able to contain the two names, so they gave them the same name. Everyone They all say that this Valley of the Dead is the incarnation of the underworld hell in the world, and you two, don’t you mean that anyone who wants to die should be sentenced to death by Yan Luo!”

This cynicism came oncoming, Gu Jinxiao glanced at Lin Youhuang, and said lightly, "Thank you very much."

He didn't care, but those two looked like they were coming to seek revenge, and they became more and more angry and resentful.

"You walk the way in the valley of the dead. Today, the younger generation of my Yin family's outer sect is not talented, and I want to ask for advice. What kind of way is this way?" The girl's eyes were red, but there was no trace of tears, burning with anger, Draw your sword and point at each other.

"I don't know what happened to the Blood Sacrifice in the Fallen Flower Valley. I have never seen it with my own eyes, but everyone in the Yin family knows how my Yin family's Jun Tianjian was obtained. Everyone knows that my Yin family has a 500-year foundation, but they don't know about it. How many ancestors worked hard to win.

20 years ago, the elite of the school died tragically, the juniors never grew up, and powerful enemies and villains took advantage of the situation to commit crimes.If my Yin family can't resist, the hundreds of miles under the protection of the Yin family will disappear.

After careful consideration, the old lady voluntarily sacrificed her blood to Luohuagu to protect my Yin family's foundation and protect the nearby people, and forged the Yin family's Jun Tianjian, which suppresses evil and evil.With such kindness and righteousness, all the disciples of my Yin family never dare or forget for a moment.

Does her old man know that the Yin family that she sacrificed herself to protect, 20 years later, someone wiped out her entire Yin family in the name of injustice for her? "The woman was as stern as a ghost.

The young man also sternly said: "What a way to do justice for the heavens, what kind of way are you doing? Kill people to seize treasures, and destroy people all over the world!"

Lin Youhuang, who was being questioned, rested his chin, looked tired and bored, and his upper eyelids drooped like a cat: "Yes, it is the way to destroy people. Did you make a mistake? When did I say that I did it for The dead who were sacrificed by blood took revenge? The name of the valley of the dead is not obvious enough to explain that I am not a good person? Should it be renamed the valley of the wicked?"

"I never said that I avenge the blood sacrifice. Didn't I make it very clear? I just cleanse all those who forged weapons in the blood sacrifice in the Fallen Flower Valley. As for your blood sacrifice, are you forced or voluntary? Whether it is righteousness or selfishness, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't care."

His face was expressionless, but his voice was clear and indifferent: "Everyone who has the blood sacrifice of the Yan family in their hands. If you stand up and hand over the blood sacrifice, only one person will die. If you try to fight me in vain, then you will be slaughtered." Full door."

"Your Yin family was doomed 20 years ago. You need an old lady's blood sacrifice to survive. Isn't the younger generation still incompetent? With this sword, it only lasted for 20 years. The sword is still intact today, isn't it? Is it impossible to escape? The Yin family is gone, Jianghu is still Jianghu, Shuzhong is still Shuzhong, the red and white weddings with a radius of hundreds of miles, is there any difference from the past?"

The woman finally couldn't bear it, cried out angrily, trembling all over, and killed regardless: "Shameless, you will have retribution, the world will not tolerate you. I will curse you with my life, you will not die! People in the world! They will all want you to die...death without burial..."

Lin Youhuang appeared behind her in an instant, no one saw his actions clearly, only saw a red mark on the woman's neck that had been cut open.

"Yes, you're right about this one thing. I'm a wicked person by nature. I'm the kind of person you say. Do you have any wrong expectations of me?"

He softly whispered: "It will come, the retribution you said. But, it's a pity that you can't wait to see this day."

What a pity, the girl's sword tip was only an inch away from the man's throat in the sedan chair.

The eyes of the person pointed at by the sword are calm and calm, reminiscent of the heartless and heartless statues in the temple filled with sandalwood.

Shouldn’t it be like this, shouldn’t gods protect all living beings?Why... why is it like this?

She stared at her eyes wide open, her vision was stained red with blood, and her pupils slowly dilated.

The wind at dusk blows away the man's sideburns, revealing the faint gloom at the end of his eyes. In the bloody sight, he is enchanted together with the ignorance of the wilderness...