It's really hard to be a scumbag

Jiang Jiang thought that Lin Xian would go to Taiqingzong, the First Peak, or some other old place, but Lin Xian walked deep into the cemetery, and didn't stop until he reached the edge of the cliff.

The Xiaohuangzong is located on the top of the mountain, and behind the cemetery is the bottomless mountain back. The dense mist rolls between the cliffs with the wind but does not dissipate, covering all the small mountain peaks in the distance.

Lin Xian stood still, held Jiang Jiang with one hand, and pointed at the scorching sun with a sword in the other, with a calm and cold voice: "I want to go there."

He spoke with certainty, and there were obviously not many ups and downs in his tone, but there was a rebellious arrogance of his own. Jiang Jiang was stunned for a moment before he understood his meaning: "Do you want to go to the sky and stand side by side with the sun?"

Lin Xian nodded and shook her head again, her eyes as dark as blood were full of clarity, with a hint of sharp sword intent.

He said, "I want to be perfect in the way of the sword, I want to cultivate to become an immortal, I want to tear the void and go to your world, instead of wronging you to stay at the bottom of the well, and you can only see square inches when you look up."

Jiang Jiang tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then leaned closer and asked, "What else?"

Lin Xian's expression froze, and she moved her lips hesitantly, "It seems... there is no more."

Jiang Jiang asked with a question mark, and pursued him for a long time in disbelief, and finally had to recognize the fact—Lin Xian really had no other ideas.

What Ye Fan longs for is the happiness and stability of ordinary people.

What Fu Fan longed for was to make up for his regrets.

What Feng Shaoguang desires is to accompany life and death.

What Lin Xian longed for was to try to get closer to him?

Jiang Jiang wasn't sure.

He said a few words to Lin Xian, then separated, pinched his paws and counted the secrets of the whole day, and found that Lin Xian had passed the hurdle smoothly and smoothly, and he was even more confused.

That's it? ? ?

No matter how confused he is, the will of the world will not lie to him.

Jiang Jiang had no choice but to suppress his doubts and try his best to protect the fragments.

He doesn't need to worry about the fragments, intrigue is one thing, and practice is another.

They all know that Jiang Jiang is a little fairy from the upper world, so everyone is cultivating desperately behind their backs, fearing that Jiang Jiang will leave with the first brother who became a fairy, or will pat his clothes before they cross the catastrophe. Sleeve left alone.

The sense of urgency is like a slave owner whipping a whip, urging them not to stop for a moment.

With such efforts, Jiang Jiang was not even prepared, and faced the nine-nine-nine-day calamity that Lin Xianxiu brought to Consummation more than a hundred years later.

The world changed color, Lin Xian didn't want Xiao Huangzong to suffer losses, so he went to the next mountain to cross the tribulation.

Jiang Jiang and others sat on the roof and looked at him from a distance, worried: "Why is he the first..."

Fu Yuning thought for a while: "Junior Brother Lin has a tough heart, and it is normal for him to cross the tribulation first."

Jiang Jiang was worried.

He was in contact with Lin Xian day and night, so he naturally knew this, but he didn't want to see such a thing happen.Lin Xian hasn't tossed about like the other senior brothers in these years, which is a good thing in theory, but Jiang Jiang's heart is a little unclear. Instead, he hopes that Ye Fan will be the first to overcome the catastrophe. As the protagonist, if Ye Fan successfully overcomes the catastrophe It can also give Jiang Jiang a reference template and experience.

It's a pity that after the Qixi Festival that year, Ye Fan seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and embarked on a completely different path.

I don't know if it's because he knows that his revenge has been avenged, and because he has a bond with Jiang Jiang, he no longer puts all his thoughts on the way of swordsmanship, but is obsessed with fighting with puppets for work.His skills were not good at the beginning, the soup he made was black, the clothes were misplaced, and the icing on the cakes was poisonous, but after he put his mind on sword practice on these small things, his skills became better and better. It got better and better, and later directly replaced the puppet and became the leader of the tool people.

In a sense...he's pretty inspirational.

Jiang Jiang respected the thoughts of every fragment, and didn't think there was anything wrong with him doing so, but it was inevitable that he would be a little sad at this moment.

It's a pity that worrying is of no use, Jiang Jiang can only concentrate on observing the thunder clouds gathering not far away, silently wishing Lin Xian success in overcoming this test.

If it was someone else, Jiang Jiang would not be very worried.

So what?

He has robbed Lei Jie once, and he doesn't care about robbing him a second time and a third time.

But Lin Xian is different. Among Jiang Jiang's secrets, only Lin Xian is dangerous.

He communicated with the will of the world and came to the conclusion that even if he made a move, Lin Xian would fall.

This meant that Lin Xian wanted to die by himself, not that Jiang Jiang couldn't be saved.

For this reason, Jiang Jiang has been worried for many years. When he usually chooses the green head card, he always chooses Lin Xian again and again, and directly cancels this game after the other popular cards.

Now it finally came to the moment he had been worrying about all along, Jiang Jiang nervously pulled a few hairs from the white wolf's tail.

The thunderclouds on the mountain next door were completely condensed, and the electric light swam through the dark clouds like a snake, shining with a palpitating coercion.

Lin Yuan stood calmly on the top of the mountain.

The howling wind made his sleeves rustle.

He stood upright, facing the great terror between heaven and earth, one person and one sword.

As the first thunderbolt struck, Jiang Jiang saw nothing but whiteness.

Lin Xian's body was impregnated with demon energy, and he practiced the way of swordsmanship, which is the leader of a hundred soldiers, so he naturally faced the highest treatment.Countless thunderbolts fell down seemingly without money, covering Lin Xian inside, making outsiders unable to see what was going on inside.

It was not until a long time passed that the lightning in the thunder cloud gradually weakened, and Lin Xian's figure appeared in Jiang Jiang's eyes.

He looked a bit embarrassed, but he was in good spirits, and his back was always straight.

Even though blood rolled from his arm onto the sword in his hand, his hand holding the sword was still extremely steady.

Lei Jie survived, but Lin Xian didn't relax, instead his mind became more tense.

Since ancient times, there have been countless cultivators, and there are only a handful of people who have truly become immortals. Most of them collapsed halfway, and a small number of them were unwilling to lose at the last hurdle—after all, thunder calamity cultivates the body, and the heart Temper the heart.

Lin Xian didn't know if he could survive the inner demon tribulation, all he could do was move his lips, whispering in the wind and lightning: "...Jiang Jiang."

With a sound full of nostalgia, Lin Xian's body froze suddenly, and all his mind was excitedly brought into memory by the demon who saw the fragility of his heart.

In his memory, he was disturbed by the movement in the next room at midnight, and went to knock on the door with unwavering feelings.

As soon as the door opened, the long-haired young man looked terrified, like a ghost in Mi Michun/dream, just crashing into his heart unreasonably.

Lin Xian stared blankly at the strange yet familiar scenes, and finally when the young man resolutely broke his love, his body trembled, and all his memories were suddenly revived.

His eyes were empty, and the whole person fell into confusion.

The inner demon whispered beside him, echoing the voice repeatedly.

"It's so cruel...Love is supported by hard work. Once you get hurt, it's as painful as cutting out your heart. If he has any affection for you, why would he do it without hesitation?"

"Obviously he took the initiative to appear in front of you, he took the initiative to throw himself into your arms, and he took the initiative to seduce you for a whole night of pleasure, but why did you lose your heart and admit defeat first?"

"They are all trying their best to compete for the chance to climb onto the beauty's bed, but who knows that you are the first person to have a close relationship with him?"

"You were the first to enter him...how come you were stepped on by the latecomers?"

"Xiao Ten?"

"It's ironic."

The words one after another challenged his will, and Lin Xian's eyes became more and more red, and the intense emotion rolling in it was like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart like a knife, as if he was about to shed tears of blood in an instant.

But he didn't after all.

Amidst these countless malicious whispers, he suddenly remembered what he had said to Jiang Jiang in the depths of the cemetery a hundred years ago.

he said.

He wanted to perfect the way of the sword.

He wants to become immortal and go to the fairy world.

He wanted to do everything he could to get close to Jiang Jiang, and to bring his little fairy back to the bright moon.

After Jiang Jiang heard what he said, he chased him for a long time and asked him. After seeing that he really had no other ideas, he turned around in frustration.

After walking two steps, the young man suddenly turned his head, his eyes were as bright as shattered starlight, and he said with a smile, "I'll wait for you."

I'm waiting for you.

His sweetheart said... I'll wait for you.

Lin Xian suddenly opened her eyes, and her bewildered mind was more sober than ever at this moment.

The screams of the inner demon suddenly sounded, the thunder disappeared, the whistling wind gradually subsided, and the thick dark clouds dispersed little by little, revealing the golden road to immortality.

Dengxian Lu fell from a high altitude and came to him to pick him up.

The envious eyes of the world came from all directions, but Lin Xian didn't seem to see it, and turned to look at the Xiaohuangzong on the next mountain.

There was a group of people standing on the roof of Xiaohuangzong, but Lin Xian could only see Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang's eyes were shining brightly, just like that day more than a hundred years ago, when he suddenly turned around on a whim and spoke to Lin Xian, his expression was bright.

Only then did Lin Xian let out a breath, and the tense emotions in Jiang Jiang's eyes relaxed.

He flew back to Xiaohuangzong, and hugged Jiang Jiang past countless people.

This hug is not nice.

The white wolf stood between them, a bit creepy.

His clothes and long hair have been through the thunder calamity, and there is still a faint smell of burnt.

A group of people around looked at it covetously, as if they would come up to separate them at any time.

But this hug is beautiful.

Because of this moment.

His sweetheart was in his arms.

The short hug ended in the white wolf's threatening growl and the intervention of countless people around him. Lin Xian didn't care. He was tempered between heaven and earth, and all the sourness and pain in the past have been completely wiped away, leaving only one sentence I want to say to Jiang Jiang: "I kept you waiting for a long time."

Jiang Jiang hugged the white wolf, and seemed to have noticed something. He looked up like a moonlight, and the gentleness made people's heart beat: "As long as it's you, it doesn't matter if you are late."

The emotion in Lin Xian's eyes was instantly ignited, like a fire that burned everything. He forgot about the outside world at this moment, and raised his hand to touch Jiang Jiang to fill his longing but empty heart.

No one stopped him, but he stopped and calmed down.

Because the dark clouds in the sky gathered again, the thunder calamity that had dispersed loomed again.

And this time the person who crossed the catastrophe... Lin Xian looked along the induction in the dark, and saw Ye Fan untied the apron around his waist, and silently replaced the spoon in his hand with the one that had not been sheathed for a long time. The heavy sword calmly went to the next hill.

The author has something to say: Lin Xian: woo woo woo my wife is waiting for me so I won't die!

感谢在2020-07-2417:58:07~2020-07-2422:31:46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 grenade: 1 turtledove;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of annual income is not a dream;

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