Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Xiao Yi noticed that someone fumbled around him at first, untied his girdle, tore his outer robe, then his middle coat, then the obscene belt, and finally...

He felt as if he had stumbled into the unbearable memory of Zuihuanfang again, or maybe he had never escaped in all these years.

The wet and foul breath of those dirty and rough men lingering between their necks.

The rough tongue smelled of alcohol, and the disgusting lips and teeth slid across the corners of his mouth and neck, leaving ambiguous and shameful red marks.

His hands were groping and tearing at the front of his clothes chaotically.

The branding iron of desire branded shameful imprints in his soul every time through the thin skirt.

All the memories are too clear, mixed with the scene in front of me.

I can't tell the past from the past, and I don't know what night it is.

Finally, a young boy's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth. I don't know if he tried too hard, but the ending sound was like the cry of a bird.

When Wei Xun arrived, he saw Xiao Yi's figure shrouded in a vague black mist.

The outer robe and inner garment were thrown on the ground and trampled under their feet. There was a big opening in the thin obscene garment, exposing a large white and clean breast.The belt of the obscene trousers was half undone, barely hanging on the waist.

The boy's underdeveloped shoulders were thin and stubbornly propped up in his obscene clothes, and the pale skin on his chest heaved violently.

Wei Xun had carried this pale body into his arms countless times, sent him back to his room, helped him take off his robe, and stuffed only his clean white obscene clothes into the brocade quilt.

How could he not recognize it!

But at this moment, Xiao Yi was terrified of the evil spirits, kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with one hand, and holding onto the wooden sword with the other.

And the wooden sword was pressing against Jiao Jin's throat impartially.

Jiao Jin lay on the ground on her back, barely propped up her body with her elbows, leaning her head against the courtyard wall, presumably there was no way to retreat, her body trembling violently.

The arrogance and arrogance of the self-proclaimed son of heaven had long disappeared in his eyes, and the face deformed by fear was filled with disbelief of astonishment and fear of powerful power.

The wooden sword was originally used by the junior disciples for practice, it had no edge, and the blade was round; but now the cloud of black mist turned into a sharp blade, wrapping the wooden sword, leaving a thin line on Jiao Jin's neck bloodstains.

Wei Xun suddenly felt a burst of hopeless powerlessness, which was comparable to when he knelt by his mother's bed and felt that body lose temperature a little bit.

No wonder the seniors couldn't stop it, not only couldn't it!I'm afraid they haven't even seen it...or even heard of it.

Violent form.

Xianmen believes that people are born with aura accumulated in the five internal organs, more or less.

Immortal cultivators mobilize the whole body's spiritual energy to open up the fourteen spiritual veins, so that the spiritual energy can travel throughout the body and be controlled and used by themselves.If you add more diligence, you can take the essence of the sun, moon, heaven and earth to condense the spiritual energy for your own use. If you practice the Tao, you can gather the spiritual energy and form it.

Legend has it that those with advanced cultivation levels can even abandon physical swords and transform aura into martial arts, overcoming thorns and thorns, omnipotent.

Just like the previous fight between Wei Xun and Min Sheng, Min Sheng turned his aura into palm wind, and Wei Xun gathered his aura to form a barrier. Although the aura of both of them has not condensed into a concrete object, anyone with a certain level of cultivation can see or feel the aura. range and power.

Everyone's physique is different, and the color of the aura of the transformation is also different.But the aura born from looking up to the sky, the sun and the moon will never be pure black ink.

But today, black mist appeared and disappeared around Xiao Yi, especially the wooden sword's blade, which had turned into a sharp edge visible to the naked eye, hurting people's flesh and blood.

The heavy black color is not the spiritual energy cultivated by the immortal sect, but the aura of hostility.

In Wei Xun's cognition, hostility is caused by emotions such as anger, resentment, unwillingness, and shame in life, which are not innate; but people have seven emotions and six desires, and their emotions are naturally changing.

The emotions that breed hostility always appear and disappear over time.

And hostility is not as easy to be controlled as aura.

Hostility is difficult to train, even if some people who are born with insufficient spiritual energy find some heretical methods to cultivate with hostility, they will not be able to escape the backlash of hostility in the end.Either he went mad and became a puppet controlled by hostile energy, or his fragile spiritual veins could not bear the tyranny of hostile energy at all, and he exploded to death.

Therefore, it has never been heard that there are living people who can practice the transformation of hostility.

Generally, those who can transform into hostile spirits are extremely high-cultivated evil spirits and ghosts, because they have no body at all, and their emotions will always stop at the moment of death. Resentment and anger will never be eliminated for thousands of years, and the hostility will stagnate , gradually transformed.

These high-ranking mountain ghost ghosts would never be able to get away with the cultivation base of his senior brothers, so they might not have seen it at all, or even heard of it.

But right now Xiao Yi is only a 15-year-old child, and Wei Xun can clearly feel the breath of a living person in him.

His beating pulse, his heaving chest, his surging emotions.

But why would there be hostility coming out of his body, turning into a solid sword edge, cutting Jiao Jin's body.

Wei Xun had no time to think about it. He didn't know how clear Xiao Yi's consciousness was, and whether the child could control the hostility that had already transformed.

He only knew that he had to find a way to control Xiao Yi, and he couldn't let him be controlled by hostility and make a big mistake, let alone let him get mad and hurt himself.

"Xiao Yi, turn your head to see brother, brother is back. Don't be afraid, brother is here."

"Xiao Yi, can you take a look at my brother?"

"Xiao Yi...Xiao Yi..."

Wei Xun looked at the few drops of blood oozing from Jiao Jin's neck, and didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only call Xiao Yi softly, using the name he was most familiar with and loved.

Calling his name over and over again.

But Wei Xun soon discovered that Xiao Yi didn't always follow him with his eyes like before, and the young man in the anger was ignorant.

Although he had expected it, Wei Xun still had a little bit of disappointment in his eyes.

He knew that the familiar address and his own voice were not enough to wake Xiao Yi up.

He anxiously thought about what else Xiao Yi was familiar with and liked, which could pull his consciousness back from the dark abyss.

How much he wished it was him, but it didn't seem to be enough.

"That's good too. My brother should withdraw the spell. There's no one here. I like that sound."

A familiar conversation suddenly jumped into his mind, Wei Xun was startled, and shook his left foot lightly.

The clear and crisp sound of the silver bell seemed particularly peaceful and long in the quiet night.

Sure enough, the figure of the person in the black mist trembled slightly. Wei Xun had already opened the spiritual veins of his whole body, and his five senses and six senses were densely spread under Xiao Yi's feet. No breath of the boy could escape his eyes.

Yes.He still remembered the sound of the silver bell.

He does not remember my voice, but my bell.

Wei Xun thought helplessly, not knowing whether he was angry or funny.

He cautiously moved small steps, deliberately exaggerating the movements of his feet, so that the sound of the silver bell continued to ring, and while calling Xiao Yi's name, he slowly approached him.

Finally, at a distance of less than three feet, Wei Xun clearly saw the black mist surrounding Xiao Yi receding slowly, leaving only a little black glow above Yu Jian's edge.

Wei Xun estimated the distance, and was just about to gather his breath, and rushed over to grab Xiao Yi, but Xiao Yi seemed to sense someone approaching. Suddenly, a black glow rose from the sword, and it sank into the skin for two minutes, and blood beads immediately formed. It landed on Jiao Jin's front lapel.

The crowd who had been stupefied just now gasped for air, shouting accompanied by drops of blood falling down.

"Big Brother!"

"Jiao Jin be careful..."

……

However, the expression on Xiao Yi's face changed undetectably amidst the shouts, and there was a trace of hesitation in his fiercely focused eyes just now, as if he was looking for it, but also seemed to be struggling.

Others may not have noticed, may be incapable, or may not care at all.

But Wei Xun could clearly see this subtle change.

He immediately released the restrained spiritual power all over his body.

Everyone could feel the power of the surging spiritual energy enveloping a small amount of hostility, and it seemed that a pair of huge hands were pressing on everyone's shoulders in an instant, weighing more than a thousand catties; even the throat seemed to be tightly held by this hand It was so tight that it was difficult to even swallow, let alone speak.

The huge gap in strength immediately froze all the people present. This is the shackles of the whole body caused by the huge coercion of spiritual power.

The only movement that everyone's body can complete now is panting.

Wei Xun really had no choice. He had no time to think about what kind of spells he should cast to control the chaotic situation in his panic. He had to use the most brutal and primitive method to release the coercion of spiritual power and deter the panic in the audience.

The air was so still that even the dust did not dare to float.

This frighteningly strong strength seemed to have deterred the young man who was surrounded by hostility, and Jiao Jin suddenly felt the strength on his neck withdraw a bit.

At this time, Wei Xun had already slowly walked to Xiao Yi's vicinity, and he could clearly see Xiao Yi's head turned halfway back, and the corner of his eyes was flustered and impatient.

"Xiao Yi is tired, can my brother carry you back to the house to sleep?"

"Turn back and look at brother..."

"Please……"

The long silence rose up again. After the accident just now, Wei Xun didn't dare to act rashly when he saw Jiao Jin's blood-stained front. He could only silently think about Xiao Yi's possible reaction in his heart, calculating respond appropriately.

After a while, the young man's hoarse voice pierced the dead silence that could be heard when the needle fell, and also pierced Wei Xun's heart.

"Brother, the hour is over."

Wei Xun felt a corner of his heart, a soft corner, collapsed suddenly.

He knew exactly what he should say at this time, whether it was an apology or coaxing, but he couldn't open his lips and teeth no matter what he said.

It turns out that what this child is thinking about is that he missed the appointment again?No wonder he didn't want to be called back by his own voice just now, I'm afraid he already hated himself in his heart.

Then how much of his incarnate hostility has anything to do with him?

Wei Xun suddenly lost his mind, lost the caution just now, and unknowingly walked closer to Xiao Yi's side.

Xiao Yi also seemed to let go of his vigilance, the people approaching did not arouse his hostility any more, and although the sword in his hand did not let go, it did not explode with hostility any more.

"I remember that when my brother brought me back, it was also a burning midsummer."

"Yes."

"Then my birthday should be in summer."

"Correct."

"It's past time, it's already yesterday. Brother, you haven't come back."

"..."

"If I say my leg hurts again, will my brother come back to see me?"

"..."

"Brother, I'm so cold."