Everyone asks me

Zhang Liang held the portrait by himself, and stood there blankly, feeling very uncomfortable.

The white cat gave him a sideways glance, its fluffy tail wagging, gloating.Zhang Liang was not the first person to suffer in front of Mozun, nor would he be the last.

Everyone used to say that Demon Lord White Feather has a cold personality and is difficult for ordinary people to get close to. Even if you go crazy for him, that person will only treat you as an ant, and his footsteps will never stop for you for a moment.

Such an arrogant and indifferent attitude will naturally be criticized by others.But it became a matter of course to put this kind of behavior on Demon Venerable White Feather.His sword and his people should be so immaculate and look down on all living beings.

Although Fenghua was still a cat hundreds of years ago, he felt that he was much luckier than many people.When he was rolling around like a baby in the demon's arms, many pairs of eyes would stare at him intentionally or unintentionally. They wished they could become a cat themselves.

It's a pity that ordinary people can't envy such a fate. At that time, Fenghua was just an ordinary kitten. He couldn't speak and his wits were not yet developed. He only knew how to grab the owner's sleeve for fish every day.

It was Bai Yu who fed it little by little with the elixir, which made Fenghua's mind and veins penetrate. After hundreds of years, Fenghua finally changed from an ordinary cat to a monster.

As long as he can find his master back, Fenghua will be satisfied, he never expects too much.So now the white cat is huddled in Qian Ziwen's arms, seeing that junior surnamed Zhang standing there dumbfounded and unable to speak, he is still very proud.

Fool, is a fool after all, how can he compare to the clever and clever Mr. Fenghua?The white cat meowed triumphantly, stretched its arms and legs, and continued to gloat on the sidelines.

Qian Ziwen felt that he had done a good deed. Seeing that Zhang Liang was so obsessed with the portrait, he graciously forwarded the portrait to him, and he probably understood people's hearts.

In the past, some people always said that the White Feather Demon Lord's eyes were probably on his head, and he would not bend down to look at anyone. Qian Ziwen felt that he was quite wronged.

Look, he's not inconsiderate, at least he's good enough for a friend.

However, Zhang Liang hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Mozun, this..."

"What?" Qian Ziwen raised his eyebrows in surprise, so Zhang Liang swallowed everything he wanted to say.

How can I blaspheme the Demon Lord with those words, knowing that I can't get what I want, knowing that it's out of reach, why don't I keep that longing in my heart, at least I can warm my body with memories when I'm alone.

If you really say it, everything will be ruined.

Zhang Liang just shook his head and didn't speak, Qian Ziwen became more and more strange.But the white cat in his arms arched his palm with its head, and said casually: "He is crazy, please ignore him. Now that the monks in Tianmuhai have finally been driven away, the demon might as well take a look at this place first." What's in the cave?"

"Besides, there's a bastard demon on the ground who hasn't cleaned up yet."

Oh, almost forgot business.Qian Ziwen leaned over to pick up the glass bead, and Song Haiguan's soul was shivering with his legs hugged inside, looking a little pitiful.

This person was so majestic before, why is he so quiet now?Qian Ziwen raised his eyebrows, and unceremoniously shook the glass beads to wake him up, "Song Haiguan, are you okay?"

Song Haiguan, who was dizzy from being shaken, wanted to scold someone. Isn't he the best at knowing whether Qian Ziwen is good or not?This man killed his body with a single sword, and captured his soul by the way, and in the end his self-defense spell didn't work.

Song Haiguan was already disheartened.He didn't expect that he would end up in such a miserable situation by molesting a small stove on a whim.

"You can kill or cut as you please, anyway, my father will help me avenge..."

Qian Ziwen sneered, "I always mention your father, even if Song Tianguan comes, I won't be afraid, so what are you?"

He pulled out a golden ribbon from his sleeve, threaded the glass bead on it and tied it around a flower, and cast a dozen spells along the way, including the fastening spell, the silence spell, the blocking spell, and all the spells he could think of.

Even if Song Tianguan came in person, he would not be able to see that his son's soul was hidden in this glass bead.

After Qian Ziwen finished everything, he had to ask the white cat for advice, "Fenghua, do you want a bell, or is it better to wear it like this?"

"I don't want anything." Fenghua snorted, with his ears pressed to his head, already very unhappy.

What the hell does Mozun think of himself, and hang such a troublesome thing around his neck.

Thinking of the soul of a stern, cowardly and lustful monk sealed in the glass bead, Fenghua wished he could crush the bead, how could he let this thing be tied around his neck safely?

"Well, there's nothing you can do if you don't want me." Qian Ziwen shook his head a little disappointed, "After I get out, I'll just find a cat and give this thing away. Who wouldn't you like it?"

Another cat!Fenghua's ears pricked up, he clasped Qian Ziwen's hand with his paws, and tried to raise his head, "Mozun, now I have changed my mind. As long as it is something you send, I will like it no matter what. "

Hearing this, Song Haiguan in Liuli Zhuli really felt ashamed.He didn't expect that although Qian Ziwen didn't kill people, he came up with such a vicious method.

The soul of a Golden Core cultivator drifts outside, even without the nourishment of spiritual energy, it can survive for hundreds of years.

He had to suffer in this small glass bead for nearly a hundred years, and others could neither see him nor hear his voice. Song Haiguan was almost desperate just thinking about it.

He really regretted it, so he could only shout at the top of his voice: "Demon Venerable, Demon Venerable White Feather, I was wrong, I just beg you to give me a good time..."

Qian Ziwen didn't hear it at all. He tied the ribbon around the white cat's neck and took a step away to see the effect. He didn't think it looked very good.

"It's better to be red, red is better." Qian Ziwen snapped his fingers, and the ribbon changed from bright yellow to bright red. He felt that this color really matched his cat.

Fenghua touched the glazed beads with his paws, the colored glazed beads refined by the Mozun were very beautiful, the rivers of stars and stars were full of colors, the white cat stared at it for a long time without blinking.

This is a gift from Mozun, Fenghua thought happily.He looked at Zhang Liang who bowed his head silently, and wagged his tail even more proudly.

After dealing with the aftermath, Qian Ziwen remembered the key that he had been holding in his palm all along.

According to Zhang Muguan's account, the real entrance to this cave is behind the portrait.Qian Ziwen let go of his hand, and the brass key floated up by itself, swaying and sinking into the white wall.

A moment later, a small door opened from the white wall.It seems to be outlined with a few strokes of ink, without color or decoration, it is simply too simple.

Zhang Liang took a look, he felt that this door was too shabby, not worthy of the status of Luofu Immortal Venerable, maybe it was a trap?

But Qian Ziwen said: "Really, it can't be wrong. Luo Fu is this kind of person. He is afraid of trouble and lazy. If he can finish a door with two strokes, he never adds anything more."

You can tell a thing or two just by looking at the identical door on the mountain behind Taiyan Gate.What's more, Qian Ziwen has known Luo Fu for a long time and knows his character well.

Qian Ziwen walked into the door without saying a word, but Zhang Liang said: "The status of the devil is so precious, why don't you ask your subordinates to open the way for you..."

Before Qian Ziwen could reply, the white cat on his shoulder snorted coldly, "Absurd, when did Mozun accept you as his subordinate? But you don't even think about it if I'm around for a day."

"Besides, what is the cultivation level of the Demon Lord? How difficult is it to stop him with a few difficult formations? You have only built a foundation and cultivation base. If you walk in directly, you may not even be able to take a single step. What use are you?"

The white cat was half lying on Qian Ziwen's shoulder, glaring at Zhang Liang fiercely with its pair of blue eyes, trying to drive away this innocent and courteous person.Wanting to snatch the Demon Lord from him is purely a daydream!

"Xuehua is right, you two just follow me, be careful." Qian Ziwen waved his hand, so Zhang Liang followed without hesitation.

Hua Mingyuan tossed up three copper coins and looked at them, the hexagrams were ambiguous.He sighed and followed behind.

Unexpectedly, the residence of Luofu Immortal Venerable has neither barriers nor organs, which is completely different from the situation where there are layers of barriers outside the door.

The owner seemed to give up on himself, pushed open the door and went straight to the backyard, and opened the front door and the bedroom to the public to see.

Qian Ziwen stopped suddenly, Zhang Liang was completely puzzled, and he didn't dare to move forward, so he could only look around carefully.

They were in a very wide hall, the dome was so high that it was unattainable to the sky, the sunlight shone in softly, there were a few light-colored paintings on the walls, and there was an ice coffin inside the hall.

With just one glance, all Zhang Liang's attention was attracted by those paintings.

The first picture shows two people sitting opposite each other watching the rain. The rain swayed like a thread and fell on the lotus outside the courtyard.

Even though the face of the man in black was not clear, Zhang Liang recognized it at a glance. This was the monk in black in the painting.Because of his arrogance and demeanor, he never changed from the beginning to the end.

Zhang Liang looked forward again, the two of them admired the moon on a full moon night, the moonlight flowed and the begonias were fragrant, and the smile of the monk in black was more beautiful than the begonias, even though it was hazy, it could fascinate all beings.

Another painting, two people practice swords in high mountains and flowing water.

Zhang Liang suddenly realized that probably all the murals in this hall were painted by Luofu Xianzun and his close friend.

Although the two of them are no longer there, these paintings have survived for a long time.Luofu Immortal Venerable probably couldn't ask for it.

Zhang Liang looked at Qian Ziwen's back with a sense of loss, and suddenly he could feel the mood of that powerful man.

It cannot be said and cannot be said, but in the end, there is no chance to express my feelings.There is nothing more regrettable in life than this.However, I feel ashamed, so I can only make amends with the rest of my life.

Zhang Liang heard such a voice in a daze, his tone was flat and emotionless.It was a pale and indifferent heart that had been burned to the ground and only ashes were left. Even with all his strength, no sparks burst out.

Zhang Liang stared blankly at the paintings, as if possessed by a demon.

He burst into tears, maybe because he felt the same way, maybe because he was touched by the scene in the painting.Zhang Liang was so emotional that he couldn't calm down, even though he tried his best to endure, he couldn't help but choked up.

"Why are you crying?" Qian Ziwen looked back at him suddenly, his strange and beautiful light silver eyes were really like the indifferent and snowy moonlight, the pale and ruthless moonlight.

That glance, like a sharp and bright machete, broke Zhang Liang's throat with a single slash.Hot blood roared out from the wound, Zhang Liang's lips murmured, unable to utter a single word.

Qian Ziwen still stood where he was, and said indifferently: "You are not Luo Fu, you are just a bystander, and you can't empathize with his emotions. He is ashamed to voluntarily atone for his best friend, and he still feels some sustenance and comfort in his heart."

"He never thought about whether that close friend would forgive him. Luo Fu thought that everything would be over when he died. He was really naive."

Perhaps seeing that Qian Ziwen was in a bad mood, the white cat also jumped to the ground without a sound.No one spoke, and the already silent hall seemed to be frozen, so cold that people could shiver.

How naive, Qian Ziwen repeated this sentence silently.

He was not only talking about Luo Fu, but also talking about himself back then.He thought that congeniality would enable him to have an equal relationship regardless of his status, after all, he never thought that Luo Fu is a monk or a human being, and a part of all living beings in this world.

Luo Fu did nothing wrong as he had to fulfill his destiny, but he was too stupid at the beginning.From the beginning to the end, he had nothing, and in the end he was alone.

Qian Ziwen was silent for a while with lowered eyelashes, then turned to look at the ice coffin in the center of the hall.Seeing the master move, the white cat hurriedly jumped onto his shoulder.

The little furry thing was warm and heavy, pressing against his shoulders, and the fur was hot and fuming on his face.

Fortunately, I have a cat myself, at least I am not alone.Qian Ziwen touched the white cat, Fenghua snorted, and rubbed his head against his fingers.

Qian Ziwen walked to the ice coffin step by step, and the people inside seemed to be asleep.Black clothes and black hair, a little imprint between the eyebrows, burning eyes like fire.

That face is really pretty, very similar to Mo Zun but completely different.The white cat stretched its neck to look at it for a while, and almost fell off.

Qian Ziwen stretched out his hand enough, and the white cat came back to his senses. He moved his ears, shrank back a bit, and stood more steadily.

Seeing this face at first glance, Qian Ziwen also remembered something, something that he had long buried in his memory and was too lazy to dig out.Over time, the memory has faded, and he no longer wants to recall the past.

Unexpectedly, after Luo Fu killed him, he would still keep that body, which could be regarded as affectionate and righteous.

It's a pity that Luo Fu doesn't understand that for him, the body is dispensable and can be changed at any time.

Qian Ziwen lowered his head and stretched his fingers.

The young man's fingers were slender and white, and the knuckles were too weak, as if they could be broken with a slight bend. They were completely different from the pair of slender hands holding the sword in the coffin.

However, this body with mediocre aptitude and talent made him vaguely touch a ray of heaven, which is not only an opportunity to escape from trouble, but also an opportunity to open up the sky.

It's useless, why keep it, Qian Ziwen shook his head.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and there was a buzzing sound, and the red blade hummed softly.Probably because of the feeling in my heart, the sword seems to be trembling and also mourning.

Qian Ziwen swung his sword directly, and a ray of sword light broke through the ice coffin, and the ice balls splashed, cracked and danced, like flawless crystals shattered all over the ground.

The ice coffin was shattered, and the sleeping body was also shattered into ashes, with the most vivid hatred and unwillingness, as well as the sorrow and anxiety of being betrayed, everything disappeared.

The white cat watched silently.It only thought of itself as a doll, and when it saw the body disappear, it rubbed Qian Ziwen's face sadly.

However, under the ice coffin, there is still a jade slip shining.Even though it was hit by Qian Ziwen's sword energy, it was still intact.

Qian Ziwen looked at it for a while, then picked up the jade slip and stuck it on his forehead, his whole body was sucked into a whirlpool.

The vortex engulfed him and he fell to the ground smoothly. There was a bluish moon in the sky, shining coldly and lonelyly on the people on the ground, making the monk in white look very lonely and tall.

The white-robed monk who turned his back to him turned back, and he waved at Qian Ziwen in a nonchalant manner, even his tone was as familiar as ever, "You are here, I think you are the only one who can come."

The white-robed monk walked forward on his own, stretched out his hand to compare his height with Qian Ziwen, and said, "This time you are shorter than me, unlike before, I can't compare to you in any way."

Luofu Immortal Venerable narrowed his eyes in regret, and finally heaved a sigh.However, because his face was so beautiful and round, he looked younger.

The legendary Luofu Immortal Venerable is such a young man who is not too tall and looks too young.He has no sword spirit or majesty, and he is always mistaken for Qian Ziwen's apprentice.

This person can still joke with him without incident, he really has a thick skin.Qian Ziwen narrowed his eyes and scolded: "I can't bear the praise of Patriarch Luo Fu, and I can't find a bastard like you in the world."

"I am not wronged by your scolding." The monk in white smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You must blame me, after all, I did things unkindly and stabbed you with a sword. Probably I am the only one in the world who has the courage gone."

Qian Ziwen sneered: "No, besides you, someone else stabbed me with the second sword, and they are also juniors in your sect."

"I really didn't expect that." Luo Fu Xianzun scratched his head, but unfortunately, no matter how sad his baby face was, he still looked too young, "Maybe I'm too young, so I'm born to be at odds with you."

"That's why I entered Taiyan Sect this time." Qian Ziwen's answer made Luofu Immortal Venerable choke.

This is true, as expected.The young man in white touched his nose. He was only melancholy for a moment, but he immediately became energetic again, "So, did you bow down to me in the Patriarch's Hall? This experience alone is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime."

"Yes, Patriarch Luo Fu." Qian Ziwen deliberately emphasized the last two words, "Junior Qian Ziwen, I will pay my respects to Patriarch Luo Fu here."

"I don't dare to take that, but it's not in vain to get this greeting from you." The smug look on the boy's face was beyond words, "Baishi gave you that map, and the only way to get it is Only those who have reached the imprint of spiritual consciousness can find this key."

Qian Ziwen glanced at him coldly, "Didn't you make all the arrangements, Patriarch Luo Fu, who will surely come true? You have already calculated that I will worship Taiyan Sect, and that I will go to Baishi, that's why you treat me Give me a little favor."

"But it's useless, I'm the one who holds grudges the most. Even if you leave this room to me, it can't offset the enmity between you and me. You stabbed me with a sword, and the sword pierced my heart. I found your reincarnation. Still stabbing back with a sword, life for life."

"Then I guess you can't find it." The young man in white clapped his hands, "I'm dead, my mind and soul are gone, and what remains in the jade slip is only my obsession. Look, no matter how powerful you are, In the end, I still lost to me this time.”

Qian Ziwen didn't speak, he just looked at Luo Fu indifferently.

The originally warm atmosphere of meeting friends suddenly cooled down, and everything was just a false cover-up.After that sword strike, there was no friendship between him and Luo Fu.

There was a wind blowing, it was a chilling and cold wind, and the corner of the monk's robe in white was stirred.

"Fusheng, I regret it." Luo Fu said suddenly.

"You will also regret it?" Qian Ziwen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The Immortal Luofu is stubborn and says one thing, no one in the world knows. So the Immortal Luofu will also regret it?"

But the monk in white said, "Of course I will regret it."

The cynicism on his face has completely disappeared, and he has really shown a bit of power.The monk in white raised his head in disappointment, and the wind blew his hair.

Suddenly there were dark clouds covering the sky, and only a narrow line of moonlight remained, which just illuminated Luo Fu's face, and also illuminated his pair of snow-bright eyes that were on fire.

"After I stabbed you with the sword, my heart was about to break, and the pain was so painful." Even though Luo Fu tried his best to suppress it, his voice still showed a bit of madness, "I didn't realize until then that I still have a heart. Can forget love, I have all my heart for you. You don’t want it and you don’t want it, even though I dug out my heart and held it in front of you, you don’t bother to look at it. You, no, this demon, have always been like this unfeeling."

"Blame me?" Qian Ziwen only looked at Luo Fu with those light silver eyes, the pupils of which seemed to be filled with a pool of moonlight, "You were the one who turned your back on me first, I never understood your thoughts, and I didn't know you were hit. What kind of evil. You succeeded in killing me, Luofu Immortal Venerable Slaying the Demon God has peace in the world, thousands of years have passed and such a reputation is still passed down in the world, what are you still dissatisfied with?"

"If you want to blame, I blame you. I only hate that I was not decisive enough to drag you to die together."

It was the expected answer, Luo Fu was not surprised at all.

He has waited in this lonely and empty hall for thousands of years, even if it is just a ray of Cannian, he will feel bored, only the thought of wanting to see him has kept Cannian alive until now.

It can be seen on the one hand, but the remnants breed endless greed.He wanted to tell this person what he was full of, his helplessness, his torment, and his remorse, but that person no longer wanted to hear it.

"Yes, it's all my fault. In fact, you are the same to everyone, so I dare not say it. As for whether I say it or not, the result is the same..." Luo Fu fell silent suddenly, and he couldn't continue.

Qian Ziwen only replied: "I don't understand."

The young man under the moonlight watched him calmly, his light silver eyes mixed with gold were like two glass beads, crystal clear but emotionless.

Yes, he didn't understand anything, Luo Fu smiled miserably.

That's great, no matter when he looks like this, he captivates all sentient beings and is cold and heartless.He will probably never know what it is to be crazy and desperate, so it's really good.

The monk in white stretched out a hand, trying to touch Qian Ziwen's face, but the man turned his head away.

"I don't forgive you." The young boy continued to gouge out his heart, every word was heartless, "If possible, I hope you and I have never met before."

"Luofu Immortal, please enlighten me." The scarlet sword drew out of its sheath, and pointed obliquely at the opposite white-clothed monk.

Luo Fu's pupils shrank.That was the sword he forged for Fusheng. He used a Fire Profound Crystal and several pieces of thousand-year-old cold iron that he found all over the world, and even used three drops of Luofu's heart and soul. Afterwards, Luofu repaired it for a full ten years Slow down, but Luo Fu never said.

Just seeing the faint smile on that person's face, Luo Fu was already satisfied.

After a thousand years, this man pointed this sword at him. Even though the blade whined and seemed to be shattered, Qian Ziwen's hand didn't even tremble, and the red sword pointed straight at his chest.

This day finally came, Luo Fu knew it clearly.

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