Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

Tang Jiangli stopped, looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ye Changjian said with a smirk: "I heard that there are many fairy grasses in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and it would be a waste to put them there. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

Haitang's lifespan is over, so Mudan gouges out her own flesh and blood to continue his life. In the end, it's nothing more than one life for another.

Whether it is human life or fate, it is not so easy to change.

They continued up the stairs.

Ye Changjian asked casually, "Tang Jiangli, tell me, if Peony dies, will Haitang still live?"

Tang Jiangli said indifferently: "I'm not him, so I don't know what he thinks."

"What if you were him?"

Tang Jiangli shook his head, "Fortune and misfortune are shared, life and death depend on each other."

Ye Changjian's heart skipped a beat, and then he became upset.

He shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you die, I will definitely live a good life, eat well, sleep well, enjoy the world, and indulge in the world!"

Tang Jiangli was not angry, looked at him, and smiled lightly, "Yeah."

He suddenly became angry, "Why are you laughing? You should be like me, if your lover dies, you should live on!"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and slowly climbed the steps.

Tang Jiangli followed behind him in a hurry.

After a while, his cold voice came from behind.

"I can not do it."

"If you can't do it, you have to do it!"

Ye Changjian turned around and stared at him angrily.

Tang Jiangli shook his head slowly, "You are in a difficult position."

Ye Changjian said angrily: "Go to your grandma's instructions from the ancestors of the Tang clan. Are you dead-headed? What is your ancestor? Who is your ancestor? I'll call him up and let's have a good chat!"

Tang Jiangli said indifferently: "He has already flown to the immortal."

Ye Changjian: ...

He suddenly laughed, "Stay single to the end? Shangxian can't have all kinds of emotions and six desires, how can he stick to the same end?"

Tang Jiangli said: "Because of this, he established the ancestral precepts."

Ye Changjian said: "Tang Jiangli, you have seven veins, you will definitely be able to fly and become a fairy in the future, why do you think so hard?"

Tang Jiangli raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly, the meaning in his pale golden eyes was unclear, he said quietly: "I don't want to be a fairy."

This sentence seems to contain a thousand words, and it seems to hide the unspeakable past affection.

A stone was stuck in Ye Changjian's chest, his heart was desolate, sour, and he suddenly wanted to drink and get drunk.

Drinking wine can relieve sorrow, but what kind of sorrow is it?

Every moment he was with Tang Jiangli, he felt extremely at ease and at ease, so he hoped that Tang Jiangli could live a long and carefree life more than anyone else.

But now that he has been reborn, he must return to Fengling Yedu in the end. If he still acts recklessly like in his previous life, Tang Jiangli may not end well.

He has never been so helpless.

Even if he knew that he fell in love with Bai Wuya in his previous life, he didn't lose his heart like this.

Bai Wuya is aloof and out of reach, they have never met each other, Bai Wuya will not die in a wrong place.

He didn't know how much time he had left to live, Gu Nianqing's physical body would be damaged sooner or later, and he couldn't make any move to take it away.

To change Tang Jiangli's mind, unless Tang Jiangli forgets him.

A flash of light came to his mind.

Legend has it that there is an ancient magic technique, Lingsi Amnesia, which can erase people's memories.

With this thought in his mind, he planned to ask Li Junyan tomorrow to find out which spell was from a family of immortal cultivators.

Ye Changjian said: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go to Baihua Valley to pick fairy grass!"

As he spoke, he became excited and ran up, then stopped suddenly, frowned, turned to look at Tang Jiangli, and asked strangely, "Why don't we use the sword?"

When he was in Haoyue Canyon, Tang Jiangli's flying speed was comparable to a meteor shower!

Tang Jiangli walked up to him, grabbed his waist, stretched out his hand and pulled out the cold sword on his back and threw it into the air, hugging him so lightly that he landed on the sword.

Without him making a formula, Han Jian flew forward automatically.

Like a turtle speed.

Ye Changjian endured it for a while, but still said, "Tang Jiangli, stop pretending, I've already seen how fast you are."

Tang Jiangli looked down at him, "Really?"

This sentence seemed to turn a corner in his mind, and when Ye Changjian understood, he looked at him with piercing eyes and said, "Tang Jiangli, tell me the truth, are you reading some stupid books on weekdays? "

Tang Jiangli reached out and touched his cheek, but didn't answer him, he just looked forward again, flying with his sword, and passed through the teleportation array in the back mountain.

Tang Jiangli seemed to be very familiar with this place, so he went forward without lighting a fire or a lantern.

Ye Changjian looked up at him, "Tang Jiangli, aren't you really a cat? What are your eyes made of? They still glow at night."

"Actually, you are a cat demon, right?"

"Hundreds of years?"

"Thousands of years?"

"It must not have been tens of thousands of years, otherwise you would have become a fairy."

"Ah."

Tang Jiangli was so cold that he responded.

Ye Changjian babbled, "Tang Jiangli, will you die if you say a few more words? Are you bored? You can skip every word. At first I thought you stuttered."

"At that time, I was thinking, it's a pity that such a handsome little brother is stuttering, God is sorry, I don't know what evil I did in my previous life."

Tang Jiangli listened to him nagging for a long time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and disappeared after a while.

The white mist dissipated, and it was already in the field of Baihua Valley. Tang Jiangli went down from Yujian, and jumped to the ground with Ye Changjian in his arms.

Ye Changjian bent down and picked up the branches, gathered them into a ball, lit them with the fire control technique, and walked into the valley, "Tang Jiangli, do you know which fairy grass can cure heart disease?"

Tang Jiangli said, "Baigecao."

Ye Changjian glanced at him again, "Tang Jiangli, do you know a lot? Sometimes I think you may be more than 25 years old."

Tang Jiangli looked at him, "It's true."

As he spoke, he walked aside, bent down and picked a bunch of vanilla, walked up to Ye Changjian and handed it to him, "This is it."

Ye Changjian took it, stuffed it in his bosom, raised his head and was about to praise him, when suddenly his expression turned serious, and he shouted, "Who's there?"

A white shadow jumped out from behind a tree in the distance and galloped forward.

Ye Changjian immediately raised his feet and chased after him.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fire to the sky, this person is either a rape or a thief!

The white shadow ran fast, and Ye Changjian chased after him closely. The mountain behind the clouds and water was too big, and the man circled around, obviously very familiar with this place.

Seeing that the man was about to rush out of the teleportation formation, Ye Changjian opened his mouth and bit the back of his right hand fiercely. With his left hand dipped in blood, he drew a spell in the air, bent down, picked up a handful of dirt on the ground, and sprinkled it in the air, "Resentment!" Earth spirits, follow my orders and chase after them!"

When the soil touched the blood charm floating in the air, it quickly turned into an oriole and flew forward following the man's breath.

When Oriole was about to touch the man's back, the man popped out a drop of congealed blood with his backhand, his voice was hoarse, and he quickly said in his mouth: "The wood spirit of resentment, obey my order, break!"

The blood drops fell on the ground, only to hear the "swipe" sound, and immediately a green rattan grows from the ground With a "snap", the sound made a sudden sound, and the rattan whipped on the oriole, sending it flying away .

The oriole flew back and hit the towering ancient tree, immediately turned into fine sand and disappeared.

The five-element mantras generate and restrain each other, and wood can restrain earth!

The man quickly stepped into the blue portal without looking back, and disappeared from Ye Changjian's sight.

The two hurriedly chased them out, both of them passed through the portal, and returned to the distance between the clouds and water. Looking around, the night was as black as ink, deep and silent, and the palace was towering and empty.

Ye Changjian closed his eyes, and said calmly: "That man just used the spell of Fengling Yedu."

He laughed lightly, intending to mock.

"Tang Jiangli, do you know what this means?"

Of course Tang Jiangli knew, he held Ye Changjian's wrist, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

After the alliance of the four great families, the defensive barrier around Yunshuizhiyao was strengthened.And Yunshuizhiyao is only open to the public during special seasons, so the uniforms of Yunshuizhiyao's students are coated with a spell that can pass through the defensive barrier.

Therefore, the only ones who can enter Yunshuizhiyao in ordinary days are the students of Yunshuizhiyao and the elders of the four great cultivating families.

That person is obviously more familiar with Yunshui Zhiyao than he is, but he can use Fengling Yedu's spell. If he is a friend, why should he escape?It is really ulterior motives.

Ye Changjian was silent for a while, and said, "Fengling Yedu never bothered to send undercover agents to other cultivation sects."

Tang Jiangli said, "I know."

Ye Changjian looked up at him, "Tang Jiangli, are you too naive or trust me too much?"

Tang Jiangli looked at him and said, "I believe in you."

There are many people who believe in him, and there are also many people who hate him, but none of them can make him feel so emotional.

Ye Changjian opened his mouth, almost blurting out the words, and finally forced himself to swallow them back.

He once really wanted to bring someone back to Fengling Yedu, but in the end he just waited for the ashes and ashes of Zhuxian Sword Formation.

He is not afraid of suffering another time when thousands of swords pierce his heart, destroying both body and spirit, but he is only afraid that the person beside him will suffer a little pain.

Ye Changjian smiled at him, "Let's go. Mudan and the others are still waiting for us."

"They will definitely be very happy. Now the two of them will be healthy and live a long life."

Tang Jiangli held his waist, pulled out the cold sword on his back and threw it into the air, jumped on the sword with him in his arms, and walked away with the sword in his arms.

He flew very fast this time, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at that remote courtyard.

Ye Changjian happily pushed the Zhumen away, only to find that the Zhumen were half-closed.

The yard was quiet, and the dim candlelight flickered through the windows.

Ye Changjian was puzzled, walked quickly to the bedroom, and pushed open the door.

Haitang fell to the ground in despair, holding a pink hibiscus shirt in his arms, which he recognized as the clothes Mudan was wearing today.

Ye Changjian asked, "Haitang, what happened?"

Haitang didn't answer him.

Ye Changjian squatted in front of him, straightened his shoulders, and asked loudly; "What happened?"

Haitang raised her head, chuckled sarcastically, looked into his eyes, and asked softly: "Madam has never harmed anyone, why are the elders unwilling to let her go?"

Ye Changjian's heart skipped a beat, and he froze on the spot.

Tang Jiangli might not kill Peony, but the rest of Yunshuizhiyao's disciples might not let him go.

Every time a demon is killed, their cultivation will increase by one point.

Today is still the day of Yunshuizhiyao's holiday, crowds and groups of cultivating disciples are wandering around Yanwu Town.

They can find out that Peony is a demon, and so can others.

A monster is a monster after all, no matter how you hide your aura, you will still be discovered, and you cannot escape death.

Ye Changjian let him go, and with a pale face, he threw the lilygrass in his arms to Haitang, "Eat it and you will be cured."

After speaking, he left the courtyard as if fleeing.

He ran wildly, and ran for more than ten miles in one breath, the blood lotus veins on his forehead were faintly visible, and finally rushed to a mass grave with a very dark atmosphere and stopped.

"Where is the peony?"

"Where is the ghost of Peony?"

He tried to summon Peony's Yin spirit.

He had to kneel down again and again to activate the summoning spell, and time and time again he bit his wrist and drew blood spells.

Calm and calm.

Only the Tang Sect Sanpo swordsmanship can kill a demon so cleanly.

Peony has been out of her wits.

Tang Jiangli followed closely behind him, unable to bear it, walked over to pull him up, and held him in his arms.

Ye Changjian was trembling with anger, the corners of his eyes were red, he suppressed his anger, but his voice was a little choked up.

He asked word by word: "Tang Jiangli, what is right and what is evil?"

"What is a fairy and what is a demon?"

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts? Don't you Tangmen keep saying that you should treat people equally?"

"Why can you be so cruel?"

"Peony is also a living life!"

In the dark night, on the empty mass grave, his voice of grief and indignation echoed.

Tang Jiangli hugged him tightly, listening to his hoarse roar.

After a long silence, he said, "Ye Changjian, among the many people you killed back then, there were also innocent, living lives like Mudan."

"So, you can't be enchanted again."

"I will always be by your side, but I don't want to see you suffer afterwards."

Tang Jiangli knows that Ye Changjian doesn't like to kill people, and he doesn't do all kinds of evil, but he just repays kindness for kindness, and repays grievances for grievances, just like a child, with the most affection and nature.

As for Ye Changjian, he didn't regret the massacre after becoming enchanted, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pain at the time.

He will never forget the moment when he became a demon, the resentment, anger, pain, and unwillingness he received from all the creatures, ghosts, and demons in the world.

Overwhelmed him.

Everything they experienced before and after death was imposed on Ye Changjian, heart-piercing.

Tang Jiangli hugged him tightly, warmed him with his own body temperature, and sang the exorcism song over and over again to comfort him.

Ye Changjian gradually calmed down, the bloody veins in the corners of his forehead and eyes receded, he rested on his shoulder for a moment, and said lightly: "Let's go, go and ask which hero of the Tang Sect killed a flower demon that lasted a hundred years .”

When they stepped into the rich family again, Haitang was about to stab her neck with scissors.

Ye Changjian popped a drop of blood and landed on the ground, quickly growing vines to bind Haitang's body and arms.

A vine slammed the scissors in Haitang's hand, and Ye Changjian said, "Don't rush to death, let me ask you, what did the Tang Sect disciple who killed Mudan look like?"

He didn't know that in the mud that seemed to be unable to support the wall in Yunshuiyao, there were heroes who could knock out a hundred-year-old flower demon with a single strike.

Haitang snorted, "Isn't it better to send me down to accompany my wife now." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, looking as if death was at home, and didn't intend to talk to him any more.

Ye Changjian waved his hand, and a vine slammed Haitang unconscious.

He said quietly: "It is said that there is an ancient magic technique in the family of cultivators, called Spirit Thread Memory Elimination Technique, which can erase people's memories."

"Tang Jiangli, will you?"

If Haitang didn't forget Peony, she would kill herself thousands of times where they couldn't see it.

Tang Jiangli responded, walked up to Haitang, and made a tactic. On the back of his hand, an ancient golden spell totem appeared. He recited a spell that Ye Changjian could not understand, and pointed his index finger on Haitang's forehead. A silver thread protruded from Haitang's forehead.

Tang Jiangli pulled out the silk thread, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the night sky.

The ball of thread turned into dots of silver light and flew into the sky.

Ye Changjian said: "Only the incantation totem of immortals is golden, Tang Jiangli, are you about to become immortal?"

Tang Jiangli shook his head and said flatly, "I will not become a fairy."

Ye Changjian bent down to pick up the lilygrass on the ground, and put it on the table where Haitang was lying on her stomach.

He went out and saw a daffodil in full bloom by the window.

The maid was enlightened by Peony, and Peony died, and the maid lost her sanity and turned into her original form.

The two of them returned to the distance between clouds and water.

Ye Changjian said: "Do you think the person you ran into in Baihua Valley today is the same person who killed Peony?"

Tang Jiangli said, "Why do you say that?"

"It's just a coincidence. Do you think any of Yunshuizhiyao's disciples can beat a hundred-year-old flower demon to death with a single shot?"

Tang Jiangli said: "Except for the chief disciple, all the outstanding disciples in previous years were directly assigned to the four major families after graduation, and returned to their respective fairy houses. It is unknown this year."

When will we be able to find out the details of the spells of students from various sects?

October Internal Fighting Conference!

Ye Changjian thought of the material for the magic weapon he brought out in the Bright Moon Canyon, and took it out from his bosom, shaking it in front of Tang Jiangli, as if offering a treasure, "Guess what this is."

A tattered, unremarkable half mirror.

Tang Jiangli glanced at it indifferently, and said, "Yin Yang Mirror."

One of the top ten celestial artifacts, its power is higher than that of Fan Tianyin.

Ye Changjian: ...

He squinted his eyes up and down, looking Tang Jiangli carefully.

In the end, I swallowed my doubts and said: "Do you think I can do it?"

Tang Jiangli looked at him with a slight smile in his eyes, "Yes."

Ye Changjian chuckled twice and said, "I can't use Fengling Yedu's spell to win, nor can I summon the ghost army. I can only rely on magic weapons. Let me practice a fairy weapon for you to see."