Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

Yun Lianyi said: "Then don't blame us for killing people!"

Tang Xuedao: "Ye Changjian, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your brothers and sisters. If you fight today, death and injury are inevitable! Even if you are capable alone, how can you protect everyone here?"

Ye Changjian glanced at Fengling Yedu behind him, everyone had serious expressions on their faces, but they still trusted him firmly.

The kindness of the same family is heavy, and the two are not burdened.

Everyone put their lives in his hands, maybe he can escape unscathed, but can he really protect everyone here now?

The life and death of Shen Moqing are unknown, Bai Ye's heart and soul are scattered, and Yan Wuchang can no longer be like ordinary people.

Ye Changjian said lightly: "Today's incident is all because of me alone, and has nothing to do with the disciples of Fengling Yedu. How can you let them go?"

Yuhongyi said loudly: "Brother!"

Ye Changjian shouted: "Third brother, take care of her!"

Dongfang Zhixiu raised the knife and fell, knocking Yu Hongyi unconscious, and hugged her in his arms.

Ye Changjian said, "Just speak up."

The suzerain of Xiao's Alchemy Sect said: "Okay! Ye Changjian, I respect you for being a man, do you dare to pull out your demon bones?"

What the world is most afraid of is his most pure magic bone for tens of thousands of years. His talents are all born from the magic bone.

Ye Changjian said lightly, "Okay."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up a willow branch casually. With a flick of his wrist, the willow branch instantly turned into a cold sword.

All the Taoists were horrified, what level of cultivation has this person reached?

Ye Changjian turned his backhand, and with a puff, the sharp point of the sword pierced the skin between his ribs.

The so-called magic bone is just one of his ribs.

"Gao"

Without changing his face, he broke his ribs and dropped them on the ground.

At first glance, it is an ordinary rib with blood and flesh on it. If you look closely, you can see that there are ancient inscriptions engraved on the rib.

That is an unheard of words, magic language.A text that only the ancient demon gods could understand.

Ye Changjian said, "What else should I do?"

He broke his intercostal bones in a calm manner. Although all the Taoists hated him deeply, they had to admire him for his unruly and fierceness at this time!

Tang Xuedao: "You make another oath. You will no longer call ghost soldiers to kill comprehension disciples."

Ye Changjian said: "I, Ye Changjian, make an oath here today that I will never summon ghost soldiers to kill cultivation disciples. If I violate this oath, I will punish heaven and earth, and I will die!"

Sect Master Tushan coughed a few times, and said weakly: "What happened today is all because of you. You have harmed your fellow sects, and you are tyrannical and innocent. If you quickly withdraw from Fengling Yedu, we will not pursue them any longer!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone stopped at once and said: "Master brother, don't do it."

"Brother, don't listen to them!"

"The big deal is to fight them, we are not afraid of death!"

Ye Changjian turned around slowly, and smiled at them: "Brother, what I am most proud of in my life is not that I have learned some peerless magic techniques, but that I have you brothers and sisters who are like brothers and sisters."

"Third, take good care of them in the future."

Dongfang Zhixiu frowned firmly and stared at him.

He didn't know that Ye Changjian's move was not only to protect them, but also to delay the time for Yedu Zhoulao and Mo Moqing.

Ye Changjian knelt down facing the direction of the medical hall, and kowtowed three times, "The villain is not filial, and the master's kindness is great, and he can't repay it in this life. In the next life, he will be a cow and a horse, and repay the master's kindness."

He stood up and looked coldly at everyone in the Cultivation Family, "From now on, Fengling Yedu will no longer have Ye Changjian, and what I do will have nothing to do with Fengling Yedu!"

Tang Xue said coldly: "Okay! I hope you will do what you say! Ye Changjian, when we meet again in the future, it will be the time for the handover of troops!"

"go!"

They came like the wind and left like the wind.

Ye Changjian summoned the answering dragon.

Xiao Man came out and asked, "Brother, do you really want to leave?"

"Ah."

"Are you coming back?"

Ye Changjian didn't answer.

Xiaoman filled a pot full of fireworks and handed it to him drunk, and said with tears: "Brother, take a weapon to defend yourself."

He sealed the spirit veins, crippled the demon bones, and promised not to summon the ghost soldiers again, he was no different from a crippled person.

Ye Changjian glanced at it casually, went to the corner and picked up a long-discarded sword, and was about to leave, when he thought of something, he took out two silver hairpins from his pocket, "The gift I promised to give you last time, what else is there?" You can give one to my junior sister."

Xiaoman took the silver hairpin, weeping uncontrollably.

He jumped onto the magic dragon, soaring into the sky, and the wailing voices of all the juniors came from below: "Senior brother!"

He didn't dare to look at it, he didn't dare to look back, once he turned back, he would soften his heart.

Ye Changjian was drunk with the fireworks that Xiaoman gave him, and a rusty broken sword, and left Fengling Yedu. He was drunk all the way, feeling lost, and he didn't know where he came to.

In an instant, there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and after a while, it began to rain heavily.

Pedestrians dodged one after another on the road, and several of them bumped into Ye Changjian who was walking in the middle. They all spat on the ground and cursed angrily, "Things that don't have long eyes!"

Seeing that he was beautiful, a few local hooligans smiled evilly and wanted to touch his face, but they were scared by his cold sword-like eyes and withdrew their hands, saying "bad luck."

He stumbled as he walked, raising his head from time to time to take a sip of fireworks, pouring them into his throat along with the rain, and his stomach was burning like a fire.

At this time, a solemn Buddha's trumpet was heard from far and near.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor has already developed a mental barrier. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Ye Changjian raised his eyes and saw a handsome monk standing in front of him at some point, with his hands clasped together, his eyebrows closed, and his expression solemn.

He chuckled lightly, "I haven't even drawn my knife from its sheath, so why put it down?" The dragon's tooth hanging from his waist was lifeless, and in his hand was only a handful of broken copper and iron.

The monk said in a low voice: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore will be the same when you turn back."

The sincerity in the words makes people feel compassionate.

Ye Changjian said coldly: "Master, I don't have a shore, and I can't see it. You don't need to cross me, I don't need others to cross, and I don't care if anyone crosses!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed again, raised his neck and drank a mouthful of fireworks to get drunk, and continued to stagger forward.

Walked out of this lively town and came to a remote wilderness.

He shook the wine jug in his hand, and there was not much left.

This wine was extremely strong, it was like cutting into pieces, but it was not as painful as his heart.

th.

Fireworks are drunk, fireworks are drunk, but people can no longer be drunk.

The more Ye Changjian drank, the more sober he became, and the more he drank, the more desolate he became. His heart was filled with soreness. Even if he was gifted so much, so what if he possessed peerless magic skills. The brothers and sisters are happy and happy, wanton and indulgent, but now there is a long way to go in the world, in the sky and on the earth, he is the only one left alone.

At this time, this scene, this place, a monk in the rain followed him unhurriedly.

An abandoned temple stood in front of him, Ye Changjian glanced at the monk, and staggered towards the ruined temple.

There is a Buddha enshrined in the temple. The golden body has been damaged and dilapidated. You can vaguely see the original kindness and kindness. Ye Changjian can feel the Buddha's gaze on him as soon as he steps into the temple gate.

He snorted and laughed, "Even the Immortal Emperor can't control Lao Tzu, want you, a big belly in the West, to meddle in my own business?"

He didn't know whether he was speaking to the Buddha statue, or to the monk beside him who entered the ruined temple to hide from the rain.

He leaned lazily against the door, the big windshield wipers were blowing down, and the sound of dozens of cavalry trampling came from the official road.

"The devil is here! Dismount!"

The leader was wearing the uniform of Yunshan Xinzong, and when he saw him, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he reined in his horse, and shouted loudly.

Dozens of horses stopped outside the temple, and as soon as they listened to his order, everyone got off their horses and showed their weapons.

They held white lanterns in their hands and wore all kinds of uniforms. Ye Changjian glanced at them indifferently.

All of them had swords hanging from their waists, their faces full of anger and murderous intent.

The leader said coldly: "Ye Changjian, you run pretty fast."

Ye Changjian was calm and relaxed, looking at the flowers and grass, the rain and the clouds, but he didn't look straight at him.

The man glared and scolded: "You have left Fengling Yedu, and the cultivation world will also expel you. From now on, no matter how big or small the cultivation sects are, they will not be able to accept you as a disciple!"

A disciple of Xiao's Danzong interrupted and sarcastically said: "Ye Changjian, look at your current appearance, you look like a humble bereaved dog!"

burst out laughing.

Ye Changjian waited for them to finish laughing, and said calmly, "Fart your fart. I still want to drink, and I feel sick when I see you."

The disciple of Jianzong said coldly: "Ye Changjian, you are in the company of evil spirits and slaughtered your fellow sects. You will act for the heavens today and kill you here!"

Ye Changjian glanced at them lightly again, "It's just you?"

He said this very plainly, without ridicule or arrogance.It seems that in his eyes, these people are just a group of drunken and rice bags. The disciple of Danzong was furious and cursed: "You are just a useless person now, how dare you be so arrogant?"

Ye Changjian walked out of the temple gate slowly, turned his head slightly to look at the monk in the temple, and saw the latter sitting cross-legged in meditation, clasped his hands, chanting scriptures to himself.

Seeing him walking out frankly, all the cultivation disciples involuntarily took a step back in fear of his usual unrestrained appearance.

Standing still, only a few feet away from the crowd, he cast a contemptuous glance, with no emotion in his eyes, apparently not paying attention to them at all.

The alchemy disciple said angrily: "What are you afraid of? He has no magic bones now, and he has sealed his spiritual veins, so he has at most [-]% of his spiritual power left. Let's go together and chop him into a pulp!"

A disciple of the Medical Sect said timidly: "Senior brother, he is only one person, don't we bully the few with the more?"

The disciple of Xinzong said coldly: "To deal with this kind of evil heretics, there is no need to teach him chivalrous etiquette!"

A disciple obediently said: "But we haven't told the suzerain yet..."

The Dan sect disciple laughed loudly, "Why tell the suzerain? If you kill Ye Changjian, we will be great heroes who will eradicate harm for the people and will last forever!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone drew their swords in unison, and stared at Ye Changjian covetously.

Ye Changjian's face was still calm, "Today's matter has nothing to do with others."

Naturally, what he said had nothing to do with the monks in the temple. He was afraid that these hypocritical practitioners would trouble the monks and silence him.

The cultivators thought he was uttering wild words again, and cursed one after another: "Are you still so arrogant when you are about to die?"

"Let's go together and cut him into pieces!"

The crowd gradually approached him with a lantern in one hand and a weapon in the other. Under the dim light of the fire, light and shadows shone, and the sword of a cultivator had already touched the corner of his clothes.

Ye Changjian raised his head and gulped down the wine in the pot.

"Huola—"

The empty jug was thrown back by him, and it was thrown into pieces on the ground, and he immediately shouted sharply:

"Come!"

This sound is extremely powerful, majestic, towering into the sky!

At the same time, he only heard a "swipe", and he pulled out the rusty sword with his left hand.

And the wrists of the few disciples who spoke rudely just now snapped off.

"Clanglanglang—" The swords and palms in their hands fell to the ground.

Everyone was terrified, but Ye Changjian couldn't allow them to take half a step back, so he pointed his sword and stood up.

Sassy red shadows flew.

The sound of swords and swords intersecting was as dense as a shower, and the clanging and clanging could be heard endlessly.

It was raining heavily, and the white lanterns were scattered all over the place, giving off a dim light.

In the ruined temple, raindrops fell sparsely along the incomplete tiles. A drop of rain fell on the broken Buddha statue and slid down its eyelids, like a tear. Its eyes were compassionate, but it could not save all living beings.

The monk was still chanting sutras as if no one else was around.

On a cold rainy night, the sound of Buddhist scriptures, the sound of swords, wailing, and the sound of rustling rain mixed together to form a strange and sad elegy.

The blood dyed Ye Changjian's red clothes more and more glisteningly. He only held a broken and rusted iron sword in his hand, but he seemed to hold the power of life and death.

All the cultivation disciples felt that their bodies were completely covered by the sword light he swung down overwhelmingly, and there was nowhere to escape!

His eyes were cold, the sword in his hand was even colder, his steps were smooth, his sleeves fluttered, and the shadow of the sword rustled.

All the cultivation disciples gritted their teeth and rushed forward one by one without thinking about their own safety. Their moves were fierce and extremely ferocious.

The weapons intersected, and sparks flew everywhere, but before that tiny bit of starlight landed, their weapons and wrists had already landed first.

"Bang bang bang", Ye Changjian kicked back and kicked several cultivation disciples who were sneaking behind him a few feet away.

At first glance, Ye Changjian's whole body is full of flaws, but whenever there is an opportunity, he seems to be surrounded by eyes, and he can stop them with one move, and no one can get close to his clothes.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like soybeans sprinkled on the window, crackling.

Blood and flesh flew across the air, blood flowed on the ground, and the sound of the monk's chanting became heavier and louder.

The last cultivation disciple fell down.

Ye Changjian stood in the center holding the sword, his back was absolutely indifferent.

"Four Great Aristocratic Families? Hmph...but that's all..."

Ye Changjian gave a cold snort, casually dropped the rusty sword in his hand, drunkenly, and walked away unsteadily.

A crowd of comprehension disciples were left crying and howling, and the hands they used to hold swords, play the piano, make alchemy, and diagnose pulse, as well as their feet for walking, were all cut off!