Heaven is fearless

Xu Shixi just blinked his eyes, and touched his younger brother's mind. He looked at Tianheng Xingjun's expression, and found nothing unusual on the other's face, so he couldn't help but clicked his tongue softly in his heart. .

"Shaojun was joking. All ghosts and monsters turn into ghosts after death. I can see the death of mortals, but I can't see things after death. Besides, before I was born, the Lord of Heaven had done a little divination for me. My marriage , has nothing to do with ghosts."

The immortal in the sky sitting in the star chart said these words with a smile.

The ghost king in Xuanyi suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, wanting to say something, but finally remained silent.

Yuan Hua on the side took a deep breath, there was nothing strange on his face, and he raised his brows in surprise: "Who is so lucky to be able to grow old hand in hand with Tianheng Xingjun?"

He behaved very normally, and Tianheng Xingjun replied normally: "Xingjun is only called by outsiders, and I still don't deserve such a title. The words left by Tianquan Lord are vague and hazy, and it took me a long time to understand." I can’t figure it out, but maybe I’ll find out when the time comes.”

He casually mentioned his marriage, and then put it aside: "Second Young Master, you can live in a dangerous building. The maiden next to me is good at medicine, and she also recuperates my body. With her here, Second Young Master shouldn't have to worry about it." Suffering from the ravages of disease."

Xu Shixi suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, held up a smile that was just right, and bowed to Tianheng Xingjun: "So, thank you Tianheng Xingjun."

The shaman in a splendid cloak turned to look at the ghost king: "Although it was the first time we met, I saw Mr. Xiyi coming back like an old friend, and I was overjoyed. Mr. Xiyi rarely gets ghosts and ghosts. My witch clan should treat him well as a landlord. Your Majesty, please stay a few more days and have the right to rest."

The silver curtain covering the witch master's eyes swayed in the faint starlight, with a texture like sparkling water waves. His appearance was strangely similar to Xu Shixi's when he spoke, always smiling, smooth and watertight.

The ghost king paused for a moment, and then reservedly said "uh" as his agreement. As his disciple, Yuan Hua, of course, also received the same treatment as the guest of honor of the witch clan.

Ayousang led the three of them downstairs. The witch master who was sitting upright, who was still mysterious and unpredictable, suddenly fell backwards. Layers of gorgeous clothes bloomed on the ground. Flowers bloomed on the ground. Go to Mr. Xiyi.

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The dangerous building is rich and exclusive, even if few guests can come in, it has built an auxiliary building next to the main building to receive guests. Like the main building, this guest building hangs lights in all directions, and the ingenuity changes endlessly. It is also brilliant.

Before the three of them arrived, there was only one young master of the Taisu Sword Sect living in the guest building.

Tu Zhao is here to pick up Tianheng and go to Kunlun. Who would have thought that the witch master fell ill on the second day of his arrival. You can't let people go on the road with illness in cold blood. Even if you don't need the witch master to walk, it doesn't sound good. , so he stayed and waited for the witch master to recover from his illness before setting off together.

Unexpectedly, after staying for two days, I met a new neighbor.

Xu Shixi was still a mortal, tired after tossing around the ghosts for so long, he randomly chose a wing room to live in, Xiyi didn't need to sleep, so he pointed to a place at random, turned his head and floated up to the top of the building.

The layout of the guest building is similar to that of the main building, but it is not as tall and exquisite. There is a gap of several feet square in the middle of the roof, which is used for the leakage of light. head, and met a man in white sitting on it.

Tu Zhao: "..."

Xi Yi: "..."

Those who can stay in the guest building are all the guests of the Wu clan. Tu Zhao, who has been practicing swords all day long, sheathed his long sword, but at a glance, he noticed that the person who suddenly appeared was superior to him, and bowed his hands in a respectful salute. :"senior."

Xi Yi's first reaction was to turn his head down and pretend that he hadn't come up, but since he was called out, he had no choice but to pretend to be calm, and continued to pull himself up from the patio, standing on the same level as Tu Zhao, lazily He looked around complacently.

The terrain in the extreme east is flat. Standing on top of the buildings, except for the main building that touches the sky, there is no higher place around it.

The frosty moonlight lay on the glazed tiles, like a roof full of broken silver. With the moonlight floating and rippling, a cold light like a sea and river came out. The ghost king in black took a step forward and found a flat glazed tile to sit on. Next, the two long legs stretched and bent as if there was no place to rest, with their elbows resting on their knees, they glanced at Tu Zhao: "The boy of the Taisu Sword Sect?"

Tu Zhao calmed down and said, "Junior Tu Zhao."

The ghost king didn't know if he listened, and he said "oh" for a long time: "The basic skills are pretty good, who is your master?"

Before he came up, Tu Zhao had been practicing swordsmanship, and it was possible to be seen to be making half-movements. His tone was casual, and he seemed to be asking casually, but Tu Zhao couldn't answer perfunctorily.

Daozi in white clothes tidied up his clothes, and every word was clear and clear: "The junior learns from Taisu Sword Sect Master Mingxiao."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the senior in front of him was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed slightly.

The ghost king has a gorgeous and arrogant appearance, and when he lazily props his jaw and does not speak, he has the smell of a witch who is a disaster for the country. Such a slight change of face, like a displeased demon concubine thinking about trying to persuade a tyrant to waste money and people, the corners of his eyes and brows They are all noble and willful people raised by gold, jade and wealth.

"You said, your master is Ming Xiao?" He repeated slowly.

Tu Zhao faintly felt that this person seemed to know his master, but...why did he speak so strangely when referring to his master?

"Exactly. I don't know senior..." Before Tu Zhao finished speaking, Xi Yi sneered: "Oh, so he taught it, no wonder the kung fu is so poor."

Tu Zhao: "..."

Just now you praised me for my solid basic skills!

It is simply to resist the master and open his eyes to tell nonsense!

The respectful look on Tu Zhao's face faded a bit, he respected his master and respected Taoism, naturally he respected his friends, but if they were not friends of his master but had enmity with his master, then he didn't have to respect others.

But after all, it is on the territory of the Wu Clan, and rashly starting a dispute is slapping the Wu Clan in the face. Tu Zhao endured Xi Yi's thorny words, and was about to leave. After saying that, the ghost king who fell silent raised his chin again. , as if casually asked: "Your master, have you been to a dangerous building in recent years?"

Tu Zhao lowered his eyes and answered coldly after a while: "No."

The man in front of him changed his sitting position, tilted his head as if pondering something, and asked again: "Oh... Then did he mention the witch master to you?"

Tu Zhao looked at him strangely, the displeasure in his heart was extinguished by these two questions just now, his head was full of puzzles, but he still answered firmly: "Master praised Tianheng Xingjun for being the best in the world, Lang Yan Alone."

Then he saw the corners of the man's lips curled up in a half-smile, and he sneered, "Is this still for him to say?!"

Tu Zhao: "..."

He was even more confused in his heart. It didn't look like he had any enmity with the master, but like a child was angry.

The ghost king suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Tu Zhao blinked his eyes in a daze, and Xi Yi carefully looked at his expression twice, seeing nothing wrong, so he smiled kindly and said: "If you want to speak ill of me in your heart, just say it, but if If I find out that you are disrespectful to me, I will take out your soul and stuff it into the human pillar of Wangchuan Terrace. You will stand in the river of forgetfulness every day and be gnawed by ghost corpses. Even if your master comes to save you, it will not work. .”

What he said was extremely gentle, but the cruel and terrifying meaning in his words made Tu Zhao's heart ring with alarm.

Wangchuan Terrace, Wangchuan, Ghost Corpse.

He thought he probably guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Except for the ghost king who is in charge of ghosts, who can casually mention Wangchuan Terrace as an insignificant scenic spot?That is the high platform that guards Qianli Wangchuan and belongs to the ghost king alone.

Ghost king Xiyi, Tu Zhao translated these two words, no wonder he looked at odds with his master, ghosts and Kunlun, one good and one evil, it's normal to not deal with each other.

"Mr. Xiyi suddenly arrived in the extreme east, and the younger generation failed to welcome him. It's really rude." Tu Zhao is not a person who likes to pretend to be a fool. After guessing his identity, he pointed it out openly, first to express respect , The second is to imply that this is on the territory of the Wu clan, so don't embarrass the master.

The gloomy and arrogant ghost king saw what he meant, snorted, and hummed for a while as if reluctantly, but he still couldn't hold back: "You are here, where is Mingxiao?"

When he asked this question, he looked a little fidgety, his expression was also cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The King of Ghosts doesn't seem to know about the tide of monsters. After deliberating for a while, Tu Zhao decides to tell the truth: "A few years ago, the abyss was shattered and the tide of monsters swept across the world. Master and Demon Lord are in danger to turn the tide. Now... don't know trace."

He spoke very slowly, and the tragic past turned into just a few frivolous words, and at the end of the talk, he still changed "I don't know if I live or die" into "I don't know where to go".

The ghost king didn't react when he heard this, and his expression was cold and indifferent, as if he was talking about something innocuous: "Oh, disappeared?"

Tu Zhao didn't answer this time.

The ghost king didn't care whether he answered the message or not, he got the news and thought about it for a while, then he became happy, put his hands together, and looked rather heartless: "It's just right that he's not here, I can take Tianheng out to play!"

Hearing this, Tu Zhao always felt that something was wrong, and saw the handsome Ghost King give him a miserable look: "No, since he's not here, what are you doing here?"

This is not something to hide, so Tu Zhao said: "I invite Tianheng Xingjun to go to Kunlun Mountain for divination."

Xi Yi's reaction was sharper than he expected, almost after he finished speaking, Xi Yi's face darkened: "Why, I'm divination for you this time? The older one came and the younger one came. There is no end!"

Since Tu Zhao was brought to Kunlun Mountain by Sword Master Ming Xiao, he had rarely been complained about like this. He was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. No matter how dull he is now, he can still find something is wrong.

"Master has made it clear for a long time that Tianheng Xingjun is his best friend in this life—" Tu Zhao said carefully, but the ghost king interrupted him rudely: "Shut up! When I met Tianheng, he didn't know Which corner is playing swords, what kind of best friend is he!"

Tu Zhao: "..."

Well, the truth is out.

He thought calmly, the sourness in this sentence was so strong that it would turn into water. Does the ghost king actually have such a character?

But... he still has to say what should be said.

"But when I met Tianheng Xingjun, Yuanhua Lord mentioned Xiyi Lord, and the witch master clearly stated that he did not know Xiyi Lord."

Daozi, holding a sword in fluttering white clothes, stood under the moonlight, swearing with one word.

The ghost king's face changed again and again. If the anger could be accumulated into a long visible bar, then the bar should have exploded.

He endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold back and yelled angrily: "When I met him, he hadn't inherited the position of witch master, what's wrong with a young and weak child who doesn't remember the people he met!"

Tu Zhao was silent for a while, knowing that it was best not to speak at the moment, but he thought for a while before answering: "If we meet often, we should remember."

The implication is, how can a person who has only met once be regarded as an acquaintance?

Mr. Xiyi took a deep breath, Hao Xuan still remembered that he was in the realm of the witch lord, he calmed down when he got extremely angry: "Do you really think he is some ordinary and ignorant child, if I hadn't died early, Entering the ghost realm, the star trails in his lifetime disappeared completely, and he also forgot about the past, so it is his turn to have a guy who appeared out of nowhere to be his best friend?"

When he said the word "best friend", he bit it between his lips and teeth with extreme sarcasm, accompanied by a sneer.

——You are also the one who clearly said that the witch master is a weak child and does not remember people.

Tu Zhao slandered in his heart, it is really not a human being who can hold back this conversation, Tu Zhao is a normal person, so he asked: "Is there an old relationship between Lord Xiyi and Lord Tianheng Xing before?"

As far as Xi Yi is concerned, he doesn’t want to act any more up to this point. Tu Zhao has a calm personality and is not a talkative person. He can pat his ass and leave when he talks about it, but he is about to throw a sentence to Tu Zhao, “Fuck you.” What's the matter?" He took the first step to detect the red-clothed ghost standing silently under the patio.

...What kind of corner do you come out to listen to if you don't sleep at night!

The ghost king had no choice but to sit back again, thinking about how to reveal the "two or three things about the ghost king and witch master's past" to Yuan Hua without any trace.

To make up the exact same patch between Shao Tianheng and the witch master, he also racked his brains.

"Well... that depends on what you're talking about."

The ghost king arrogantly turned his face sideways, with his long legs stepping on the glazed tiles, as if the ghost in the painting had turned into a spirit: "To be exact, I owe him a life, is this explanation enough?"

Tu Zhao frowned suspiciously, not because he didn't understand, but if there was such a deep fate, how could the witch master forget him?

Xi Yi glanced at him and knew what he was struggling with, and said with a little disgust: "I didn't say that, at that time he hadn't inherited the position of witch master, he was still an immature son."

As he spoke, his brows and eyes eased, as if sinking into a yellowing past.

"Although he is young, he has already shown excellent talent. Seeing that I am about to die at the hands of the refugees, he will save me even if he violates the star path."

"But destiny is destiny. He saved me once, but failed to save me the second time."