I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

A dense fog covering the sky and the sun shrouded the surroundings, and the light piercing through the fog had just stretched out half way before being blocked by a gray patch, and the surroundings were in darkness.

In the depths of the dense fog, there were faint sounds of gurgling water.

The sound of the water flow is very soft, and it is difficult to detect if you don't listen carefully.

In particular, there is an underground river hidden behind the sound of water.

On the upper reaches of the dark river, a little boy about eleven or twelve years old was kneeling and sitting by the river, his fingers tightly grasping the mossy rocks on the ground, and staring anxiously at the man lying on the open space directly in front of him. Another teenager.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was as white as paper, his lips were bloodless, the crow blue robe he was wearing was stained with blood, and several slender wounds were intertwined on his chest where he was bitten open.

The wound was unusual. Wherever it went, the boy's skin was dyed a strange black color, and at the same time, a strange black air was continuously emitting from it.

The longer the black air remained, the more the boy's wound was torn apart, as if something alive was slowly devouring his flesh and blood.

The little boy at the side widened his eyes when he saw this, and two tear stains suddenly slid across his childish face.

He stood up from the messy grass and rocks, and a classic book fell from his waist to the ground.

The tome was mostly wet by the water, and the words on it were somewhat blurred. Now that it fell on the ground, it was covered with dust, and it became even more dusty.

The little boy wiped the tears from his face, gritted his teeth, stepped forward and stomped on the tome, "What is the treasure of the magic way! What is the broken formation that brings the dead back to life... It's all a lie..."

He cried even more fiercely while talking, "I don't believe in Moxiu anymore, I don't believe in Moxiu's spells anymore! They're all for coaxing children, all are for coaxing children..."

When he said this, he kicked away the ancient book under his feet fiercely, and the dusty ancient book circled in mid-air, and by coincidence, it fell on the chest of the young man who was lying on the ground lifeless.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears with his mouth curled up, "Brother Yun, I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose!"

He whimpered and stepped forward, bent down and was about to remove the ancient book that had fallen on the opponent's chest, when a blood-stained hand slowly lifted the ancient book.

"Don't cry, it's too noisy."

Wen Xiaer twirled a corner of the classic with both fingers, sat up slowly from the ground, glanced around, and finally set her eyes on the boy in front of her.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the boy for a while, then said in an unclear tone: "It was you who brought me back?"

The boy sniffed, stepped forward and hugged his arm, smiling through tears, "Brother Yun, you finally woke up, I thought you would never wake up again!"

"Brother Yun..." Wen Xia's eyes flashed a dark light, "Who is that?"

The smile on the boy's face froze for a moment, "Brother Yun, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Xia pushed aside the boy's arm holding him and stood up from the ground, looking down at him, "Son, do you know who you recruited?"

The boy looked at him suspiciously, "It's you, Brother Yun, it's you, Yun Guzhen."

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows, "I'm not the Brother Yun you're talking about."

The boy pursed his lips and retorted: "Impossible! I summoned your living soul back according to the formation method drawn in the classics. Who else could you be if you weren't Brother Yun?!"

Wen Xia heard the words, picked up a corner of the classics in his hand, flipped through them, and then threw them back into the boy's arms without interest, "He's not big, but he knows a lot."

The boy looked at him inexplicably, and just as he was about to speak, Wen Xier pressed his shoulder.

Wen Xia curled the corners of her lips, and looked at the other party leisurely, "Wen Yang, have you heard of it?"

The boy shook his head while holding the classic, "No..."

Wen Xia'er showed an inexplicable smile, "What about Wen Xia'er? You must have heard of this name, right?"

The boy still shook his head, "I haven't heard of it either."

The smile on the corner of Wen Xia's mouth froze, he let go of the boy's shoulders and straightened up, lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, "You used the formation I created to attract my living soul, but now you say you don't know me, it's so good It doesn't make sense."

Below his right foot, weeds grew and rocks lay horizontally.

Right now, the fog is thick and the light is dim, but a dark red formation can still be vaguely seen where he just lay down.

This formation looks extremely strange, it is neither square nor round, but presents an irregular line shape, straight and criss-crossing, like the bloodstains dug out by the claws of some wild beast .

Holding the classic in his hand, the boy took a few steps back vigilantly, "So... you are really not Brother Yun? Then Brother Yun? Where did Brother Yun go?"

Wen Xia touched the wound on the chest of the current body, and hissed, "This body was bitten by the resentful souls in Yinchuan, your brother Yun's living soul should have been eaten by those resentful souls now It's clean and dead."

The boy opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Xia in disbelief, and after a while he stammered and said, "You are lying...Brother Yun, Brother Yun, he won't die...You are Brother Yun, right? Are you kidding me?"

Wen Xia wiped the blood from her hands, and said without raising her head, "If you think I am, then so be it."

The boy froze on the spot, then suddenly turned his back and rushed towards the Yinchuan River, knelt down on the bank, stretched his neck and looked at the river, "Brother Yun! You are still alive, right? You answer Let me say, Brother Yun! Are you still alive..."

On the turbid river, calm and waveless, it was like a pool of stagnant water. Occasionally, a few black shadows would come out of the river, making ear-piercing screams, and only then did a few ripples appear on the river surface.

The boy knelt down by the river and cried, but he still didn't hear a response after shouting for a long time. He sucked his nose hard a few times, and just about to get up to go to the river himself, he felt something flow out of his nose.

Subconsciously, he wanted to use his sleeve to wipe what was coming out of his nose, but suddenly he felt that the scene in front of him blurred, and he fell towards the river.

Seeing this, Wen Xia quickly rushed over from behind, quickly protecting the boy's body, "Are you dying?"

The boy leaned against Wen Xia'er, blood dripped down his chin onto Wen Xia's palm, he covered his nose and said tearfully to Wen Xia'er, "I, I have a nosebleed."

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, looking at the boy whose face was covered with blood, and suddenly put his hand on the other's dantian.

The body under the palm is hot, the breath in the dantian is disordered, and the spiritual power of the whole body is leaking. If the opponent is not stopped in time, given the current situation of the opponent, he may bleed to death within half an hour.

"Why is my nosebleed flowing more and more and can't be stopped..." The boy's hand covering his nose was too wet to cover it, so he changed another hand and continued to cover it, but the blood flowed more and more without any trace. No sign of stopping.

Wen Xia'er clicked his tongue, put the boy leaning on him on the ground, and said solemnly: "Although I don't know why you appeared here at such a young age, since you have brought my living soul out of Yinchuan, He can be regarded as my half benefactor."

"I heard that Yang always repays favors."

As soon as the words fell, he quickly dropped one of his palms, hitting the boy's dantian——

The boy's body trembled, his pupils constricted suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a cloud of dark purple air, fresh blood kept coming out of his mouth.

"What did you do to me?" The pain from the abdomen wrinkled the boy's facial features into a ball. He clutched his abdomen and asked pantingly, "Why can't I feel the spiritual power in my body..."

Wen Xia glanced at the other party, then straightened her dirty robe in distaste. After a long time, she didn't do anything quickly, so she simply took off her robe and threw it into the pile of rubble beside her, "I'm useless. With your cultivation base, you will naturally not be able to feel the spiritual power in your body."

The boy stared blankly at Wen Xia'er for a long time, then cried loudly with trembling lips.

"You villain! Ah woo woo..." The pain in his abdomen made him unable to move even half of his body. He could only lie on the ground crying and scolding Wen Xia. The blood left in his mouth and the tears on his face poured onto his clothes Get out, "You took Brother Yun's body and ruined my cultivation! You scoundrel, you scoundrel!"

Wen Xia didn't have time to pay attention to the other party, he went to the bank of Yinchuan and knelt down, stretching out his hand to explore the water.

Almost instantly, hundreds of thousands of black shadows quickly swam up and gathered at his hand, dyeing the already turbid water in front of him into a deep black.

Those black shadows screamed loudly in the water, scrambling to squeeze around Wen Xia'er's hand, as if eagerly asking for credit and flattery.

The temperature in Wen Xia's eyes cooled down, and she whispered to the black shadow in the water: "Go back."

The screams of the black shadows immediately became more ear-piercing, and they began to scurry across the river like headless flies, colliding with violent splashes, and after a few breaths, they all swam into the lower reaches of Yinchuan and disappeared without a trace.

The fog gathered around Yinchuan dispersed a lot, and the muddy river water gradually became clear.

Wen Xia'er threw the damp hair sticking to both sides of his forehead behind his head, and looked at his current body and face through the water surface.

His facial features are beautiful, his temperament is gentle, he looks good, but the expression between his brows and eyes is too green, people can tell at a glance that this is an ignorant young man who has not died.

Wen Xia'er showed a half-smile to the unfamiliar face in the water.

Thinking of his previous generation, Mingqiu Shaojun, who was outstanding and unruly, but now he can only be resurrected by occupying the body of a young boy.

It really is time and fate.

The crying of the boy behind him continued, Wen Xia got tired of hearing it, pressed his forehead and turned sideways to the other side and said, "If I hadn't just abolished your cultivation just in time, you would have died by now."

The boy lay on the ground, and after a while the sobbing became quieter, "I don't understand...why I won't die if my cultivation is abolished."

Wen Xia asked rhetorically: "Didn't the person who taught you the soul-drawing formation tell you that? After using this formation, the tendons and veins will be reversed, and the blood will flow backwards. Only by cutting off the self-destructive cultivation base and the induction of spiritual power can it be preserved." One life."

The probability of Shenghunyin being able to successfully recruit the living soul is not high, but the price paid by the formation is extremely high, so he put the formation on hold after creating the Shenghunyin, and the child in front of him can get the living soul. The formation method surprised him a little.

"No..." the boy murmured, "I bought that classic on the side of the street, and I drew the formation according to the above. It didn't say in the classic that if you use this formation, your cultivation will be abolished." To save lives."

"Bought it?" Wen Xier stood up from the shore, walked to the boy and picked up the dusty tome that had fallen beside the boy again, and carefully read it from beginning to end. .

Many words on the classics are blurred, but judging from the only remaining clear parts, the content recorded on it is the soul of life.

"Where did you buy this classic?" Wen Xia asked.

The boy touched his belly and replied, "I just bought it in a town."

After he finished speaking, he added: "Such classics can be seen everywhere in the world of cultivating immortals. I have bought them for a long time, and I forgot which town I bought them in."

Wen Xia gritted her teeth and let out a low laugh, "You can see it everywhere? Then how much did you spend on this classic?"

The boy thought for a while, and replied, "It seems to be... half of a low-grade spirit stone."

With a hissing sound, the ancient book in Wen Xia'er's hand was instantly split in half.

Although the formation of Shenghunyin has been put on hold by him, but he didn't leave his room for a full month to develop this formation, so one can imagine the painstaking efforts he expended.

But now this group of people in the world of cultivating immortals not only stole his formation and publicized it, but the price of selling it is even worse than sending beggars on the street!

Wen Xia didn't say anything out of anger, which was clearly an insult to his nakedness.

"...Brother." The boy called out in a low voice when he saw that Xia Er had a cold face and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Wen Xia was a little impatient.

The boy sat up from the ground with his hands on his hands, "Brother... I just had a nosebleed, did you abolish my cultivation to save my life?"

"if not?"

The boy moved forward to get closer to him, "I was afraid of my brother when I saw those black things in the water. Since you saved me, brother, can you also save brother Yun?"

The boy spoke earnestly, and looked helplessly at Wen Xia with his red eyes.

"I can't save a dead person." Wen Xia suppressed the arrogance in her heart, and her eyes fell on Yinchuan, "Those who were devoured by the resentful souls in Yinchuan have never survived through the ages."

"Brother, how are you..." The boy hesitated to speak.

Wen Xia leaned forward and put her hands on her face. After a while, a cold arc formed between her lips, "Of course it's because I'm a ghost..."

The boy's hands covering his stomach trembled.

Seeing this, Wen Xia half-closed her eyes, and leaned forward in the direction of the other party, "You were afraid of me when you saw those black shadows in the water just now, because I ate half of the black shadows in the water earlier. In my stomach, I survived by eating them, and at the same time, I was attracted back by your living soul... hiss..."

In the middle of Wen Xia's words, a burning pain suddenly came from the position of his right shoulder. He touched it with his hand, and the back of his hand felt the same burning pain as soon as he touched the cloth.

He tilted his head to look at his shoulder, and a ray of light from the thick fog happened to land on his shoulder, and it was exactly where the ray of light was, there was pain like a burning fire.

The mist in the sky is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the sunlight is getting wider and wider, the tingling pain on Wen Xia's shoulder is also spreading rapidly, and even a wisp of white air can be seen coming from his body. Bubbles on the skin.

He endured the pain and got up quickly, and ran towards the dense forest not far away, only stopping when he reached the shade where the sun couldn't reach.

Wen Xia pulled off his collar, leaving a terrible burn on his right shoulder where the sun irradiated, extending from the shoulder down to the collarbone, and at some point there was a string of strange blood-red curse marks.

Wen Xia took a closer look at the talisman, and suddenly sneered.

The boy saw that Xia Er was hiding in the shade of the dense forest, followed slowly, walked up to the other party, and asked cautiously, "Brother, what's the matter with you, why did you come here suddenly?"

Wen Xia pulled her collar back and leaned against a tree, the sarcasm in her eyes did not fade, "Your brother Yun is really not a good character..."

Although this Yun Guzhen's soul was gone, all the grievances accumulated after his death remained in his own body. This is clearly a warning to those who took away his body, unless he gets rid of his obsessions during his lifetime, otherwise he will occupy him. Sooner or later, the soul of a person with a physical body will be eaten away by the resentment accumulated in his body bit by bit, and his soul will be scattered.

Wen Xia knew that his soul was extremely dark, but it was not to such an extent that he would be burned at the first sight of the sun, and it happened that the blood-red curse mark emerging from his collarbone gave him the answer.

This is the curse seal formed by Yun Guzhen's resentment during his lifetime. At the same time, Yun Guzhen is telling him that when his obsession is over, he can use his body to walk under the sun with integrity. .

But now his condition can be regarded as half human and half ghost at best.

"What's your name?" Wen Xia asked suddenly, looking down at the boy in front of her.

"My name is Chi Yu."

Wen Xiayou beckoned to Chi Yu, "Come here and tell me all about Yun Guzhen's life."

Chi Yu stood there and hesitated for a while, "I haven't known Brother Yun for long, and I don't know much about him, brother, why do you want to ask about Brother Yun?"

Wen Xiaer didn't intend to tell Chi Yu about the seal of the curse, and said nonsense: "I took Yun Guzhen's body to be resurrected. Although I didn't want it, but things have come to this point and there is no way to recover. I thought I couldn't." Bai Zhanyun Gu Zhen's body, since you know him, tell me his story and see if he has any unfulfilled wishes during his lifetime. If I can fulfill these wishes for him, it will be considered as a thank you for his dedication Thank you."

After Chi Yu heard this, tears rolled down his dirty face again, "Brother, you are so kind... I shouldn't have scolded you just now, you are a good person."

Wen Xia coughed a few times, "Tell me about Yun Guzhen first."

Chi Yu nodded, "Okay..."

It turned out that this Yun Guzhen was after Qingmu Yun's family. Qingmu Yun's family was destroyed decades ago. Only Yun Guzhen escaped from death and fled to Mingqiu for several years.

According to what Chi Yu said, he and Yun Guzhen got acquainted in Mingqiu, and they traveled together, one big and one small, when they passed through Yinchuan, they were chased and killed by a group of monks who blocked the road and robbed them, and then they stumbled and fell to Yinchuan.

After falling into Yinchuan, in order to protect Chi Yu, who was younger than him, Yun Guzhen blocked the resentful spirits in Yinchuan and sent Chi Yu ashore, but he was exhausted, and by the time Chi Yu dragged him ashore, he had already died. Annoyed.

"Qingmu Yun's family..." Wen Xia whispered, "So, Yun Guzhen's greatest wish was to avenge the entire Yun family?"

"I don't know either. Brother Yun rarely mentions his family's affairs in front of me." Chi Yu said.

Wen Xia'er leaned against the tree with his arms folded, looking thoughtful, and after a while he said to Chi Yu: "When it's evening, I'll take you out of here."

"Why did you have to wait until night?" Chi Yu was puzzled, and after finishing speaking, he didn't know what to remember, and said with aggrieved face: "Brother, my cultivation level is gone, I can't go up."

"Didn't I tell you to take you up there?"

Chi Yu wiped his face with his hand, "But my cultivation is still gone, what should I do after I go up?"

Wen Xia'er was choked by Chi Yu's words, and her expression became a little weird.

He crippled Chi Yu, a kid who had at least ten years of cultivation. Although it was to save Chi Yu's life, if someone else had treated him like this, no matter what the reason, he would have paid it back ten times a hundred times. the other party.

"Don't cry." Wen Xia's tone was a little blunt, "If you lose your cultivation base, you can start over from the beginning, and if you lose your life, you will lose everything. What's more... being a demon is not good, although the cultivation progress is better than that of immortals in the early stage Fast, but it will become more and more difficult to break through in the future, and it is easy to give birth to demons."

Chi Yu nodded repeatedly, wiping away tears, "I don't want to practice magic, but I have been cultivating for ten years. What should I do now that I have no cultivation base?"

Wen Xia felt a little guilty, "You're still young, why don't you just become an immortal cultivator?"

Chi Yu said: "I am like this, which fairy sect is willing to accept me."

"Don't say that, I think you are a good seedling for cultivating immortals." Wen Xia patted Chi Yu's shoulder, "There must be countless immortal sects who want to accept you."

Chi Yu's eyes lit up, "Really? Then if I want to worship under Yu Zeshan's gate, can I do it?"

Wen Xia was stunned when she heard the words, as if she didn't expect Chi Yu to ask this question.

The light in Chi Yu's eyes dimmed immediately, "Brother, I know you are comforting me, how could I be able to become a disciple of Yu Zeshan sect like me."

"Who said I was comforting you?" Wen Xia came back to her senses, "It is more than enough to worship Yuze Mountain with your talent."

Chi Yu said: "But Yu Zeshan is very strict in accepting disciples, not everyone can just go in and become a disciple."

Wen Xiayou turned her face away and coughed, her expression became unnatural, "To tell you the truth, I actually have a good friend in Yuze Mountain..."