Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

When Shang Yi hugged Jiang Zhou's limp body, she couldn't help crying.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

It was just a little flesh injury, and the spirit core in his chest was not taken out by Tongjiu.

Shang Yi carefully placed Jiang Zhou's body on the ground, fearing that the ground was too hard for her to sleep well, so she gathered straw around her, covered her robe, and placed it under it.

She was still wearing the splendid dress of the court, the extremely gorgeous light blue robe was blowing on the ground, the silver silk embroidery faintly glowed in the dim temple, and the pearls under the skirt fluttered with the wind.

The Chinese clothes were just spread on the dirty slate, she didn't care, she just brushed back the girl's loose hair during the fight.

Tong Jiu ignored the broken hand, just picked up the silver hook on the ground, frowned slightly, "Don't block me."

She didn't want to kill Shang Yi.

This girl is too smart, if someone will carry forward Yanshu and become the legendary Yanshi who turns decay into magic in the future, it must be Shang Yi, and it will only be Shang Yi.

But Shang Yi stood up slowly and stood in front of Jiang Zhou, her figure tall and straight like a pine.

Tong Jiu: "I just take back my things."

But when she got back the spirit core, Zhou Zhou couldn't live anymore.

Shang Yi clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, her eyes were firm, when suddenly a cold wind blew in, lifted her robe, and a few drops of cold rain fell on her face.

Tong Jiu's lips moved, "Don't stop me, I will kill you."

Shang Yi suddenly asked, "Back then, the parents of the children in the Salesian Workshop were also killed by the coach."

There is no emotion in Tongjiu's eyes, all living beings are just ants in her eyes.

"They saw Yiqiao."

Shang Yi thought of those children.

He lost the care of his parents when he was young, and was locked up in the Salesian as a monster, waiting for death silently.

Deformed, frail and sickly, suffering from illnesses at a young age, destined to die young.

But... they didn't have to.

Shang Yi is not such a soft-hearted person, and she doesn't feel embarrassed when she thinks of this.Tongjiu taught them when they first took the Yanshu class that as Yanshi, they should cherish life, so that they can turn dead objects into lifelike Yanjia.

She thought that this coach looked cold, but he cherished life more than anyone else.

Maybe Tongjiu is like this, only Lou Yiqiao is life in her eyes, others are nothing but dead things.

"The missing person in Chuncheng is also your fault, isn't it?"

Tong Jiu nodded.

Shang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, the hand holding the sword was even tighter, and the other hand was hidden behind his back to knead the formula.She turned her head to look at the statue next to her.

Avalokitesvara closes her eyebrows, looks solemn, and watches the world quietly.

Looking at the past, no one is suffering. I don't know whether the gods and Buddhas who look at the common people struggling in the sea of ​​suffering are compassionate or indifferent.

Tongjiu stayed in Wuya for thousands of years, experienced countless dynasties, national hatred, family hatred, common people, and Wuya students regarded creed as something more important than life. To her, it was like a petal floating in the river. There is no difference between falling flowers.

The flowing wind and snow pierced the darkness like a white rainbow in an instant, and a golden mist filled the small temple.

On the opposite side is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, or a Yanren made by the immortals in the past. She knew that the chances of winning were not high, so she could only risk her life and gather the spiritual power of her whole body in this blow. The spikes were on Tongjiu's black cloak, slightly dented by half an inch.

But that's about it.

The sword that divides the gold and the jade is folded into a half-moon shape, unable to go any further.

Tong Jiu pinched the tip of the sword, and with a little force, the long sword like ice crystal white jade broke into two pieces.

The tip of the sword broke and bounced back under the force, drawing a long bloodstain on Shang Yi's snow-white cheek.She took half a step back, still standing in front of Jiang Zhou, her eyes dimmed.

Blood trickled down and mixed with the muddy rainwater on the ground.

Tong Jiu's two fingers were cut off by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

There was no blood on the severed finger, revealing the tight texture of the purple sinking wood.

Shang Yi's eyes tightened slightly, and he noticed that the piece of wood had begun to show signs of decay.Is it because the spirit core is not on the body?Her face turned slightly pale, she threw half of the broken sword in her hand on the ground, and bent down to pick up the Fuwa Jianghe at Jiang Zhou's feet.

Tong Jiu continued to walk forward, the dark coach uniform wrapped a piece of rotten wood, and the empty long sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The air swayed away the golden runes and collided with the cold sword energy. Every time there was a collision, there was a sword mark on Tong Jiu's coaching uniform, and Shang Yi's complexion became paler.

After a few moments, Shang Yi was cornered by her, her pale face covered with fine beads of sweat.

Tong Jiu frowned slightly, impatiently, "Don't block me."

Shang Yi raised his sword, the tip trembling slightly.The blood on his cheeks hadn't dried up yet, and the dark red trickled down his chin.She raised her jaw, never so firmly, and said, "Unless I die."

On the way here, she had figured it out a long time ago.Tongjiu made Lou Yiqiao's corpse into a Yanjia and brought it back to the East China Sea. When passing through a small village on the way, someone accidentally spotted Lou Yiqiao's appearance, so she slaughtered the whole village under the pretext of a bloody stone mistake.Later, with the help of the Qing Yu gang and Shen Fengjie, they kidnapped death row prisoners and beggars everywhere to study blood stones.

Thinking about it this way, the Donghai massacre in the previous life was also related to her.Shang Yi remembered Zhou Zhou's aggrieved expression when talking about the Donghai massacre.

Ni Minghou hugged the wine jar and lay down among the flowers, turned around and said, "I didn't do it back then, do you believe it or not?"

Her red dress swayed more than the spring light in the garden, and there seemed to be a moonlight in her eyes, which made Shang Yi feel a little confused for no reason, turned around indifferently and left, but her heart was broken, and the shadow on the ground was also a little panicked.

"Do you believe it or not?"

That sentence seemed to ring in his ears again, Shang Yi pursed his pale lips, and said very softly: "I believe it, Zhou Zhou."

Tong Jiu lost his patience, tapped his finger lightly, and the golden rune in front of him bloomed like a lotus flower, Shang Yi tensed up, his palms were sweaty and greasy, almost unable to hold the sword steadily.No matter how she moves, the golden lotus blooms under the sword light, like being stabbed in a piece of water, with nowhere to focus, and can only watch Tong Jiu approaching Jiang Zhou step by step.

Shang Yi's body began to tremble slightly, and after fighting for a long time, the wound on his face seemed to be more open, and blood dripped down from the corners of his eyes, like drops of blood tears.Red mist of blood overflowed from her body, blood seemed to come out from every pore, and the blue clothes on her body were soon dyed bright red.

A long time ago, when she was studying art with a Taoist master, she saw a forbidden technique in an ancient book.

She never thought that she would use this trick.

The Buddha statue in the temple began to vibrate violently, and dense cracks like spider webs appeared on the body of the Guanyin statue, and it cracked like snow, leaving broken stones and dust all over the ground.The Buddha's head rolled several times on the ground, rolling between them, his eyes were still downcast indifferently and compassionately.

Tong Jiu said: "Do you want to die?"

There was no trace of blood on Shang Yi's face, it was almost strangely pale.Her lips trembled, unable to speak, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of her lips.The blood mist wrapped the long sword and pierced through it, and the golden lotus withered instantly, spreading like ink.

But it didn't take long for them to come together again.

Fuwa Jianghe pierced through the golden lotuses one after another, running straight through Tongjiu's chest.

There was a hole in Tongjiu's left chest, and the blood mist on the sword corroded the wood on the chest. The hole was getting bigger and bigger, and Shang Yi even saw the lifeless face outside the door through it.

"Ah, it's wet." It still repeated the movement of raising its hand, brushing the air again and again, and said stiffly, "Ah, it's wet."

The rain did not know when it had stopped, and the moonlight washed by the rain was extraordinarily cold and clean, lingling all over the ground.

Tongjiu used only three fingers to hold onto Fuwai Jianghe. The moment he held it tightly, his entire arm was almost swallowed by the blood mist, corroded into a piece of black wood, and traces of knives and axes could still be seen on it——

This is what she was.

The blood-red mist climbed up the arms, half of the pretty face was burnt purple-black, revealing the burnt purple sunken wood, and the bright eyes sparkling in the autumn water turned into a spirit stone at this moment, set on the black burnt wood.

Kazi.

The River of Impossibility suddenly split into countless pieces, Shang Yi was blasted to the corner of the wall by the oncoming air wave, the redness in her eyes gradually faded, she vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, her hand supporting the wall gradually lost strength, and she was about to lose her balance .

The golden lotus bloomed instantly, one after another, layer upon layer.

The whole small temple was brightly illuminated, Tongjiu stood in the golden lotus, his robe moved without wind, half of his face was like a god, and half of his face was like a demon.

Shang Yi lowered her head and looked intently at the girl with a peaceful face. Blood dripped from her cheek to the corner of Jiang Zhou's eyes, as if she was crying blood along with her.

Shang Yi wanted to wipe off the blood for her, but as soon as she bent down, the blood gushed out of her body, as if it couldn't stop flowing, and the blue robe was soaked long ago, turning red to black.

Tong Jiu stepped on the golden lotus and approached step by step. Shang Yi didn't even have the strength to raise her fingers. She could only watch her bend down. When her scorched black arm was about to touch the unconscious girl, Shang Yi suddenly said something talk.

Tongjiu stopped.

Shang Yi said: "Coach, when you do this, you never thought about how sad Lou Yiqiao would be if he really came back to life?"

Tongjiu subconsciously looked back at Yanren.

"Ah, it's wet." Yanren stroked the air, repeating again and again in a stiff tone.

Tongjiu was a little lost.

Many years ago, when the master of Wuya Academy was still instructing, he once assigned a class with the word "Taoyuan" as a picture.

The students' paintings vary, but most of them are landscapes and countryside.

Only the painting of Lou Yiqiao is different.She drew a slowly flowing river, a tomb sunk in the setting sun, and a kite floating in the sky.

The master asked her why this is Taoyuan.

Lou Yiqiao said: "I want to recover the rivers and mountains one day. There will be smoke curling up on the banks of the long river, and the little boy is flying a kite by the river. He will not have to leave his home because of the war, and he will not have to suffer from hunger and cold because of the tyrannical government. Even if I can't see it in this life, that will be I was buried by the long river, ten years later, a hundred years later, let me see the prosperity of the world."

"That is the Taoyuan in my heart."

She is willing to die, all she wants is a kite floating in the sky.

Taking advantage of Tongjiu's distracted time, Shang Yi recited the incantation silently, and the formation that had been quietly set up during the fight began to operate, and golden lines spread across the ground.

Yan Ren was trapped by the formation for a while, she hugged Jiang Zhou and fled. When she got to the middle of the mountain, the soil that had just fallen from the rain was wet and muddy, slipped on her foot, and rolled down together with Jiang Zhou.

Shang Yi didn't even have the strength to get up again, so she could only hug Jiang Zhou tightly subconsciously to protect her well.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2916:55:09~2020-06-3016:41:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: well, just one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Shen Wenyou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!