Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

No matter how good it is, it cannot exert the full power of Fuxiqin.

Therefore, every time he fights, he loses to Tang Jiangli.

I heard that Ye Changjian expressed his heart to Tang Jiangli at the Yunshuizhiyao Internal Fighting Conference.

Yun Xiangrong returned to Yunshan.

Fu Xi said: "Do you know why Tang Chenye doesn't see you?"

Yun Xiangrong didn't ask, but he continued on, "Because Tang Chenye is not Tang Chenye at all, and Gu Nianqing is not Gu Nianqing at all!"

Yun Xiangrong lowered his voice, "You don't want to sow discord."

Fuxi smiled coldly, "Fuxiqin is an ancient artifact. Although you can't fully control it, you won't be defeated by a mortal! Why are you deceiving yourself? The sword in Tang Chenye's hand is not an ordinary fairy artifact at all!"

"He is one of the Four High Gods, Bai Wuya! And Gu Nianqing is the master of Longya, Ye Changjian!"

"Yun Xiangrong, you are just a mortal, how can you compare to Ye Changjian? How can you match with Bai Wuya? How can you be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Bai Wuya, keep pace with him?"

"You don't even have the qualifications to stand beside him, how can you talk about loving him? It's so pitiful."

He sneered.

Excited too much.

Fuxi told Yu Yun Xiangrong Tang Jiangli's real identity, and Yun Xiangrong also guessed his real identity.

A song of the underworld is broken, and the world is looking for a bosom friend, but a bosom friend is hard to find.

Why?

Because everyone who has heard this song is dead!

Yun Xiangrong killed the puppet in the secret room.

He stood in the secret room holding Fuxiqin that emitted soft light, the cinnabar on his forehead was shining, and his fair cheeks were stained with blood.

The usual handsome face turned out to be coquettish.

Fu Xi's heart was pounding.

He didn't know what this feeling was.

want to destroy him.

Shred him.

devour him.

Torn him apart.

Yun Xiangrong said: "Without a physical body, how can you possess a body?" His slender fingers caressed the piano.

"Om-"

The lyre fell to the ground.

Yun Xiangrong's face was pale, and he fell to the ground.

Fuxi said coldly, "You use my qin to deal with me? Naive!"

"Ye Changjian will come to Yunshan to study soon, you can take a good look, what kind of person he is, how can you compare with him, why Bai Wuya never forgets him!"

Yun Xiangrong saw it.

Playing the piano in the hall, repelling Yun Shishi while talking and laughing.

Beside Butterfly Lake, Yun Shiyi was severely injured with a green and tender bamboo leaf.

Bright and radiant, it is hard to move your eyes away.

Nowhere is he better than him.

Scary talent.

It's... abhorrent.

At the ferry, Yun Xiangrong smiled sadly, "Chen Ye, you and I haven't been together for a long time."

Ye Changjian said: "Young Master Yun, you are a gentleman, don't covet things that don't belong to you. There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, why bother to fall in love with a domestic fairy grass."

Yun Xiangrong's throat twitched, and his tone was a bit stiff, "I didn't know Mr. Gu was so eloquent."

Ye Changjian said: "Tang Jiangli drools a lot, so I can speak eloquently too. Goodbye."

Seeing Ye Changjian turn around, Tang Jiangli said coldly: "Farewell." After finishing speaking, he also left with Ye Changjian.

Yun Xiangrong stood at the ferry in a daze, looking at the painting boat going away.

He looked at Tang Jiangli, and Fuxi looked at him.

Why, can't you look back?

Yun Xiangrong looked at Tang Jiangli's back, thinking about this question.

Looking at Yun Xiangrong's back, Fu Xi was also thinking about this question.

Lunar New Year's eve.

Yun Xiangrong sat in the snow and played "Feng Qiu Huang".

Fu Xi said: "You are thinking of Tang Chenye."

"Do you want to know what Tang Chenye is doing?"

Yun Xiangrong was noncommittal, but his eyes had already betrayed him.

Fuxi slowly raised the corners of his mouth, waved his hands lightly, and the figures of Tang Jiangli and Ye Changjian appeared in the void.

Snow fell one after another.

Tang Jiangli played the piano, playing "Feng Qiuhuang"

Ye Changjian danced the sword like a Sanpo sword.

Yun Xiangrong stood there in a daze, while Tang Jiangli played the piece he had taught him for another person to listen to.

He uses his mind to express his mind to others.

The physical body occupied by Fuxi is about to be destroyed, so he can't control all the spiritual power, and the peeping technique disappears as soon as it appears.

"Wow".

Yun Xiangrong opened his mouth and vomited a big puddle of blood.

Splashed on the white snow, like a little red plum.

But he smiled lowly, with a desolate and bitter smile.

The laughter grew louder.

His laughter filled the entire Full Moon Pavilion.

Yun Xiangrong tolerated that mouthful of blood.

He spit out his love for Tang Jiangli, and also spit out the cinnabar on his forehead.

Fu Xi looked at it for a while, and covered his chest with some doubts.

Why is there a dull pain here?

Ye Changjian blatantly revealed his identity in the distance between clouds and water.

Yun Sifan's body was damaged and he abdicated.

Yun Xiangrong smiled slightly, and said to Fuxi, "Tell me... the spirit sacrifice technique."

He smiled softly.

His eyes were full of despair.

Fuxi was attached to Yun Xiangrong, but he didn't want to devour Yun Xiangrong's soul prematurely.

Yun Xiangrong went to visit Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan asked him, "Young Master Yun, I know Jiang Li's temperament all too well, please tell me, how can I get rid of Ye Changjian?"

Fuxi said warmly: "There is a kind of fairy curse, which can only be cast by close relatives. It is called the soul curse."

How ironic.

Immortal art has reached the extreme, and it has become a forbidden art of magic.

Immortals and demons are extreme, water and fire are incompatible, but they don't know that they are originally from the same lineage.

Xiaoman came to Yunshan.

She looked at Yun Xiangrong, and said sadly: "Young Master Yun, stop before it's too late."

Yun Xiangrong said softly: "The arrow is on the string, so I have to shoot it."

Xiaoman looked sad, "You will regret it."

Yun Xiangrong asked softly, "Is there any way for me to turn back?"

From the moment he acquiesced to Fuxi's telling Tang Xuan of the soul curse, there was no turning back.

Xiao Man said: "Young Master Yun, as long as you turn around now, everything will be in time."

"Look at the disciples of the Heart Sect behind you. What's wrong with them? Take a look at Yun Gehua Rumian behind you. If you don't stop, this fairyland will disappear!"

Yun Xiangrong didn't look back.

He killed Xiaoman.

Jealousy and hatred have long since devoured him like a poisonous snake.

incident.

Blood flows into a river.

Yun Xiangrong stood on the high attic and looked at the people who broke into the barrier.

Dressed in a red dress, elegant and flamboyant, there was a person by his side.

Dressed in white, he was cold and arrogant.

He asked gently, why.

Why is this happening?

He thought of the four people who once swore an oath in front of their teacher.

"Subduing demons and subduing demons, benefiting the common people, dedicating oneself to one's best, and dying."

Has Tang Jiangli changed?

Has the idea ever changed?

Has Xiao Mofan changed?

Has he changed?

Tang Jiangli has not changed, Tu Nianchang has not changed, and Xiao Mofan has not changed.

Xiao Mofan has been kept in the dark by them.

It is he who has changed.

So he is not worthy to stay by Tang Jiangli's side.

Fuxi said coldly: "You regret it."

Yun Xiangrong said: "Yes."

"I have no face to see him."

He spoke softly, and gradually merged with Fuxi.

Yun Xiangrong disappeared.

There is no such gentle young man in the world.

Fu Xi looked down at his chest.

The pain there was almost numb.

He smiled slightly.

Ye Changjian said: "Today I will do justice for the heavens and send you back to your mother's womb for rebirth!"

Fuxi said: "You are not a demon, how can you defeat me?"

Ye Changjian raised her eyebrows, "How can you beat me if you haven't got the magic bone?"

Fu Xi smiled, "You are right. Why should I win against you?"

There is no such person in the world, so let's destroy together.

A fire burns up this most heaven-like paradise.

Burn these people down.

Burn all memories.

You practice the way of immortality, and I practice the way of demons. They are not of the same way, but they also come to the same goal.

Before his consciousness dissipated, the scene of the day flashed before his eyes.

The handsome young man asked him, "Isn't it good to be a mortal?"

If you can do it all over again.

He wanted to tell him, "Okay."

I don't want to be a god, I don't want to be a demon god, I want to be a mortal.

He wanted to tell him, stop looking at Tang Chenye.

Turn around.

I am looking at you.

Ye Changjian said: "Fuxi's self-destructed primordial spirit, can he be resurrected?"

Tang Jiangli said: "The Demon God can't defeat the High God, and the High God can't kill the Demon God, but if he destroys the Primordial Spirit himself, he can never be revived again."

Before his soul flew away, Zhu Qi inhaled the fragments of his original soul into the alchemy furnace, and then put them in Tianchi to be revived.

And Fuxi's burning this world-destroying karmic fire has long been exhausted.

Ye Changjian asked: "Do you know Yun Xiangrong's feelings for you?"

Tang Jiangli said: "I know that I can't tolerate the second person in my heart, so I keep rejecting him, but unexpectedly, he still goes astray in the end."

When you ask about love, what's the answer?