[Perak Nangong Mu] Threshold

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Xin Sishuo, Yinghuo guards his heart.

Astrology and Fushi are popular in the Central Plains, and fortune-telling is also often used for fortune-telling.Yiliu lived in the southwest, and before the unification of Ximiao, there were sects of all sizes advocating divination, and followed this trend.

Master Yiliu didn't care about his life and didn't believe in it. Hearing this, he laughed it off.The Yiliu Black Sect is at the height of its power, and endless antidote is just around the corner, and nothing is unsatisfactory.How to deal with the fate of Yingchao and guarding one's heart?

As long as everything goes well, after all the flowers are blooming, there is always a hidden danger.

In the past, this line of danger was aimed at by his sharp blade, such as the mythical beast clan who held the authority of the Ximiao religion, and the Southwest Mang who hid in the water dragon shadow; now this line of danger is a poisonous flower planted by him and watered day and night.

When the Central Plains invaded Yiliu, it was the last day of the Grain Cultivation Ceremony: the awakened evildoers were still thousands of miles away, Huanyu Qizang went out to track down the whereabouts of the enemies, and the fragrance of wine wafting from the altar was lingering, drunk and silent The members of the Yiliu sect in peace and happiness.

As night fell, the smoke suddenly rose.

The warning fireworks lingering among the mountains lingered and scattered, and the leader of Yiliu took them all into his eyes without saying a word.

"Wat Zheng led the crowd to capture the Cocoon Road without any injuries," Ji Xiaoshuang said anxiously behind him, "The Cocoon Road is full of poisonous substances and the routes are intricate, this matter must be..."

Yiliu Hierarch stopped him from continuing, he passed the embarrassing Sanshenghu, saw the calm-faced Pingpingsheng, and said flatly: "No need."

"Master!"

"Three Holy Guardians immediately cover the congregation to evacuate from the secret passage of the main hall. After leaving the sect, we will find another plan to find the rare treasures of the universe. The boundary of the sky is difficult to defend. In the battle tonight, the first one will follow the emperor to fight the enemy." Yiliu Hierarch took advantage of his sanity before being furious Before devouring, he made a deployment, and his words resounded loudly, "I still have to trouble me...Okay, first, seat."

The secret way of the main hall has been passed down by the lords of past dynasties, and it cannot be shown in front of people unless it is a dangerous situation. It is also the only place in Nangong Shenyi that Pingpingsheng has not been allowed to set foot in.Ji Xiaoshuang came to be the calm governor, and the dumb and resentful girl obeyed orders. Although the madmen and robbers are reckless and warlike and difficult to control, they are still capable generals. Fate counts.

It was as if he was going to pay for the sins of the congregants he couldn't shelter.

The three holy guardians led the people to leave, and the barren palace that existed in name only suddenly became empty and silent.

Master Yiliu stood at the entrance, using his kung fu to push the stone slab to seal it.He slowly walked up the dozens of stone steps from His Highness to the throne of the West Temple, each step was resolute, like climbing a mountain formed by the points of knives, even if the glory was gone, he still had to cut a narrow road.

Although the statue of the demon god revered by everyone in Xi Miao is still standing proudly, its whole body is covered with cracks like spider webs.It was the bone-stretching spider thread that Pingping had spawned day and night, and it was only waiting to be seen today, and he would cut him open mercilessly.

His laughter was locked in his chest, low and inaudible, but it shook the internal organs to burst with blood that turned from red to purple.

I have never known fear and separation from pain in my life, but it is such a heart-pounding feeling...

Recognition Pingsheng, you are really... very good!

"This is the highest place in Ximiao, Pingsheng, come and try the taste of sitting here... especially living here, watching the decline of the prosperity." Judo, "Come here... see what I see, and feel what I feel. Let me know if my chief will feel a little bit of regret."

Recognizing Pingsheng's sleeves to cover the long sword at the side of his waist, passed through millions of corpses, and stood in front of him.

He grabbed his chin unexpectedly and kissed him.

Like six out, like flying catkins, cool and gentle.

Just the touch of drinking poison to quench thirst melts like snow.The attached snow water penetrates into the root system, like a trickle of love that seems to be fake and real, imparting soul and harmony.

Recognizing Pingsheng as Cheng Qianjun: "Master?" He realized it for a moment, and the consternation on his face was wiped away, replaced by Nangong Shenyi's love-hating Tian Ran, "Master Yiliu is indeed born wise."

"The lotus in Lianhu Lake was planted by me. Since I know the nature of things well, how can I not know when the lotus seeds in the south of the Yangtze River are ripe? It must be difficult to eat this thing. Oh, the beast boy you care about , and have already been sent out of the teaching by you..."

Master Yiliu let go of the culprit who had destroyed his years of achievements, and raised his eyebrows very slowly and coldly: "Pingsheng, Nangong Shenyi has nothing to give you except one thing. The last one, you hold it firmly." .”

Zhuo Pingsheng remembered something, trembled, and said nothing.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked.

"What's the use of fear?" he replied.

Nangong Shenyi stretched his palms upwards, and stretched forward slightly, slowly enough for the other party to see clearly the unmistakable sincerity in this invitation.

"Then let's do it, Pharmacist Mu, Shao, Ai."

He remembered that rainy day.

Blood, water and rain were mixed together, lightly carrying a man with hidden murderous intentions and heavy swords and halberds. Foreign objects stained his clothes and swords, but they still couldn't stain him in the slightest.So he became curious about his past, and wanted to dig out the clear truth from the mud.

Now that he has dug out this serious meaning, it is still too generous to dig through his own heart.

Look, the heart is also bright and bright - in order to eliminate the suffering of the Central Plains and eliminate the existence of demons, the Buddha fell into a human demon, but he became a Buddha in the end.The real demon restrains his ferocious nature, willing to be one of the sentient beings, grows greedy, and actually desires the same way as the Buddha and the demon.The snake beast that has been dormant in the body for a long time has been revived, and there is no need to struggle every step of the way, tearing the heart and lungs and pulling the fragmented human nature.

Mu Shaoai, be your pharmacist of the Central Plains, a master of righteousness, and be your pharmacist.

I'll pull Jaiping to hell.

Zhuo Pingsheng did as he was told—holding up the hand that was once intact but now full of pinch marks from below.This is the hand of a warrior, with thin calluses, it hurts to touch, and it is cold due to the damage of the body, like a layer of cool pool water, the water surface is still shaking.

His eyes were emptied, and he became a sitting Buddha in an ancient temple in an instant, leaving only the mottled truth of no desire and no emotion left.

"...you know it's me."

"The pharmacist of the Central Plains is famous, and the good move he made in the south of the Yangtze River still amazes me. I thought that seeing you is worth seeing once, but I have seen you thousands of times... It is hard for a pharmacist to sacrifice his life to feed the devil and wait for a long time. Now, move—hands!"

"I have indeed been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since the day when I saw the medicine man who was tortured by you to the point of death, day and night, every moment... I have been thinking about who Nangong Shenyi is. One kind of fate." Mu Shaoai whispered cruelly, "But no matter which one, if you are as arrogant as you, it shouldn't be a way to die with nothing to do. You are forcing me to kill you, and I am a pharmacist. I don’t believe that there will be pies in the sky for nothing, even if there is, it must be very, very dangerous.”

Nangong Shenyi's hatred was poured out by these three words, and the coldness became calm.He brushed away all the ashes in his heart, let out a soft "oh", folded himself and sat down, Zhi Yi said: "Then in your imagination, what kind of way will I die?"

"Among thousands of troops, die from exhaustion, fight happily, and die without regret." Mu Shaoai carefully counted several calculated endings, and also put on a heartless smirk, " Or, make an unexpected arrangement in advance, so that the enemy will regret it. This is like you."

"There is no one who knows me better than a pharmacist. It's a pity... I'm so frustrated, forget about you."

The understanding and acquaintance forged by getting along day and night are only floating beams to destroy Yiliu.

Nangong Shenyi understood a kind of bitterness and sweetness from this metaphor, and his words were calm, as if he was just explaining his chief's doubts on the poison path, "The poisonous gas in the secret path cannot be solved by Yiliu. It's not difficult for Mu Shaoai, but it's hard for others. Since I sealed it, no one can get in again, and you have to make a move to kill me."

With his back against the stone seat, the distance that was originally only an inch or so was stretched, and the condensed anger spread and swelled like a poisonous mist, permeating people and killing people.

"So you use your own life to hold me back, so as to preserve Yiliu's strength. The leader is so courageous." Mu Shaoai sighed in admiration, drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword clanged, "But it should be more than that."

He is worthy of being a hero, and in the face of death, he can still put others together.But the Yiliu Hei faction that lost Nangong Shenyi, how can it be called the Yiliu Hei faction?I'm afraid things may not be so simple.

"It can also make the recognition of Ping's birth name disappear in a legitimate way, isn't it?" Nangong Shenyi said lightly, "Compared to letting the "gentleman" of the righteous way take my life, it is more comfortable to make the first one get the first merit and abandon the dark and turn to the light. Damaged, I have the power to fight, but...Mu Shaoai, I put all my weaknesses in front of you, completely voluntarily. So you have been hanging on for a long time, are you... pitying me?"

"Will you need it?"

Mu Shaoai asked back.

Countless frames of double images flashed in front of him, there were friends from the beast race who gave him their heads as farewell, there were the finely broken and indistinguishable remains of the remains of the furnace in the forbidden room, there were densely packed Zhanfengduo hanging from the eaves, and there were also ...Beyond the eaves, half an acre of flowers.

……enough.

"I don't pity you. On the contrary, I respect you. I respect you for your cruel and vicious emperor's heart, your high-handed and far-sighted fighting game, and your unrivaled achievements for thousands of years—the achievements of thousands of years built on ten thousand human lives! Pity! ... will only be an insult to you and me."

He drew his sword.

The three-foot green sharp edge goes straight to the heart, and there is no turning back!

The leader of Yiliu on the throne took Mu Shaoai's wrist and sent it forward, the blade of the sword was slightly deflected into the body, and there was a muffled groan that covered his throat.

Mu Shaoai heard and saw clearly.

A deviation of one centimeter becomes an irreversible injury, but it is the difference between a moment of pain and a few moments.

The person on the seat leaned back uncontrollably, and stopped forcibly after sliding down for a while.He forced himself to sit still, the veins in his left hand that was resting on the stone seat were bulging, the sharp armor was broken, and the dotted depressions on the stone surface under the fingertips were clearly visible.

The person holding the sword was driven forward by this move, and the upper body leaning forward, which was almost fitted to another body, held a short distance with the sword hilt, enough to see clearly the indifference that seemed to be solid but crumbling.

Mu Shaoai pushed the tip of the sword three more points, the sword pierced through his upper body and then pierced into the rock, the seemingly invisible friction sound was like thunder, he pretended not to hear it, his whole body swayed, and he knelt on the stone seat Before.

White hair and white hair depend on each other for a moment, and they are separated at the touch of a touch.

The rampant sword qi whizzed back and forth to cut off every meridian, and the endless poison that could not be suppressed by the damaged body exploded. Nangong Shenyi's right hand was convulsed continuously, and she was still clamping the chief's wrist, and refused to let it go lightly.

Mu Shaoai decisively broke it off, Nangong Shenyi instinctively closed it, and then mockingly clenched his trembling fingers into a fist.

"Advising you and me to stop and turn back is the real... humiliation... From what I hear, I really should... Thank you for your mercy."

It's no wonder that Mu Shaoai has always acted flawlessly in front of him. It turned out that... hatred and suffering were combined in the sword, and he was left... riddled with wounds and bones.

But approaching this moment—thousands of worlds are dead, yet he can still see him.

Can only see him.

Pingsheng...

hatred.

I can't wait to eat its flesh and swallow its muscles and bones; I can't wait to die and turn into ashes, and I have to walk around it, day and night!

hatred!

Death is indeed the most painless and easiest punishment in the world.The deceased may have regrets, and they all return to the loess, and later generations foolishly say that they cannot enter the grave;

Then you will live for a long time, the order of the spring and autumn, after this torture!

Recognize, Ping, Sheng...

Mu Shaoai!

The blade of the sword was deeply inserted into the stone and could not be pulled out, and Mu Shaoai was not in the mood to keep this blood-stained instrument of torture.The black hair of the person who gave his life to save him was as dry as grass, and the toxins were all over his body. He didn't dare to touch it, and he couldn't touch it: "What else do you have to say, finish it in one breath."

"Yes, I want you—"

"—Watch... I...die!"

"I will, otherwise I can't make up my mind."

"Don't worry...you must recognize Pingsheng's heart, or Mu Shaoai's...heart?" Nangong Shenyi's sarcasm was cut off by coughing, and blood flowed from between his teeth, adding freshness to each word he bit "Do you...have a heart?"

Mu Shaoai was silent, the shiny sword face illuminated the tattoo on his left cheek, which was immediately covered by Yin Hong.He looked at him without blinking, and stood up straight on the stone seat. His voice floated silently in the empty hall: "Your gift is too heavy, but the old man has to take it. Buying and selling by force is really unreasonable. But It would be very unreasonable not to give gifts back. I... have no choice but to give you Pingsheng."

It's shameless to take someone else's exclusive thing and give it to someone else again.Anyway, he didn't have any shame... that's all.

Pingsheng usually uses the method of using poison, and the only weapon he has is a dagger, which is suitable for stabbing in the back, and it is also very suitable for use now.Mu Shaoai wiped off the blood stains on the sword body to act as a mirror, without moving his eyes, from the skin to the bones, he also removed the feathers on Nangong Shenyi's painting that alluded to the word "Yi".

He hissed, and said to himself, "So it still hurts."

"what have you done?"

Nangong Shenyi's five senses gradually weakened, and she felt liquid dripping from the side of her face. She subconsciously wiped the person in front of her, but her raised arm fell halfway and touched the wet and sticky flesh. half of the face.

He expected Mu Shaoai to be so decisive, so he took a few breaths of breath: "Pain? For those sentient beings who died because of you?" He calmed down, rubbing the sunken blood hole all over, as if trying to find out what he had. As if she didn't have a heart, she knew she was not ready, and in the end she just suddenly asked softly: "Ping... Sheng, will you hurt? Will it be better than me..."

He asked about Pingsheng, but Mu Shaoai didn't answer.

He also reacted in a trance, and laughed so long that his whole body trembled.

"Ha...don't ask, Mu Shaoai...isn't worthy of answering..."

"Everything about Mu Shaoai has always...had nothing to do with me..."

After he finished speaking, the sky outside the hall turned red, and the extremes of the north and south were reduced to purgatory in the ten directions.

During the conversation, I have heard the sound of the foundation of the ten-year nebula crumbling and falling apart.

The rivers and lakes are like people, winning or losing in an instant, and Wang Kou is at the fingertips.

And ask—who is Nangong Shenyi?

Who is Pingsheng?

Who is Mu Shaoai?

Who is worthy of leaving a name in history?

Keep a good name?Notoriety?

The sage breaks through the robbery, the universe and the mountains and rivers are fixed, thousands of households drink happily, and thousands of miles are peaceful.Before this turmoil subsides, there must be mourners everywhere, and the sound of killing will shake the sky.

But amidst the sound of killing, only this place was bleak and completely silent.

The eyes of Hierarch Yiliu, who was nailed to the throne, were dark, and his ears were ringing endlessly.The pair of empty pupils turned slightly, locked on one direction persistently, the lifeless gray shadow was pierced out of the fine hole by the sharp and dark hatred, it seemed that there was light leaking in, and it seemed to see nothingness.His lips moved slightly, probably to say something, but he made an indistinct sound, which sounded like "win".

Mu Shaoai knew which word it was, and he didn't respond from the beginning to the end, but still had a pale smile that looked frivolous if it was too much, and dull if it was too small.He is like a tightened string all day long, uninterruptedly layering layer after layer of "whitewashing peace" oil, which will suddenly relax, and the oil will dry out, and tears of self-deception and pretending to be free and easy will still permeate .

All things cannot escape death, and the withering of gods is naturally the same as that of ordinary things.

It's really not good-looking.

He looked at it for a long time.

For a long time until Nangong Shenyi died.

Mu Shaoai wiped away the blood, and threw the dagger and the unrecognizable illusion under the throne.

He took a few steps back and stopped for a moment.

He walked forward again, and stood there for a while before closing his eyes with hands that were no longer stiff and numb.

"I watched you die, Shenyi."

Let Pingsheng accompany you to hell.

The author has something to say: to fix the bug, if it is nailed to death at the beginning, it seems unlikely that it will go down, and the last time it was changed, sigh.

4.8 Stay: Continue to change in the dead of night ↑ This sentence does not count.

I'm never satisfied with what I've written.

Not abusive at all...