Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

"You came."

A deep voice drifted into Xie Fan's ears, filled with endless sadness, like fallen leaves blown by the bleak autumn wind, or like a solitary boat floating in the vast mist, unable to find its home for a long time.

"Since you're here, come talk to me." The voice continued, "Thank you."

Xie Fan, who was in a drowsy sleep, opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar green gauze curtain, but a desolate forest, and a man was sitting not far from him.

The man's back was facing him, and the curved back was inexplicably desolate.A small piece of gold thread is tied to the belt, and a piece of cloth the size of a thumb hangs from the end of the gold thread. At first glance, it seems funny, but at second glance, it feels a little familiar, as if it has been seen somewhere.

Xie Yan blinked, put his palms on the ground and stood up with strength, and when he happened to meet the man's gaze, he was shocked, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and the mind that was floating in the sky was blown away by a huge wave. The power was grabbed back and put back into his body firmly.

This person looks exactly like him!

"Who are you?" Xie Yan calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I?" The man was stunned, stared at Xie Fan for a long while, then smiled, with infinite bitterness on his lips, "They all call me 'Emperor Jing'."

"But I was the Marquis of Anping before."

Xie Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Emperor Jing in disbelief.

Emperor Jing paused, and continued: "Thank you, I am you."

Xie Yan couldn't help but look at Emperor Jing more, although the person in front of him had the same appearance as him, but his temperament was different.Emperor Jing looked much older than him, his deep eyes were like dry wells, where no light could be seen, and there were endless dead plants and dead plants piled up inside, lifeless.

His temples are gray, and he is wearing a blue and white gown, which is the school uniform of Dihua Palace.It's a pity that the clothes are too small, and the material is crumpled as if it just got out of the bottom of the box. Most of the chest is exposed, and the hem barely hangs down on the knees.The originally intact belt was also split into two, lying innocently on the ground.

Just like an adult wearing the wrong child's clothes.

Xie Yan looked at Emperor Jing with a look of inquiry. He had never seen such a desolate emperor before. Could it be a liar?

Emperor Jing put his hands on the ground and stood up tremblingly. The tassels on the crown made a slight collision sound, which made the dormant insects in the surrounding bushes make strange calls. The sound is like a wild animal in the forest rushing down the mountain.

"Is this Mount Yugui?" Xie Fan looked around, and caught sight of a few bluestones in the shape of cranes, flying high with wings spread, or howling with their heads raised.

The wind and the moon accompany the mountains and rivers, and I am the only one who will return.

Yugui Mountain, also known as Hero Tomb, is a place where heroes and heroes are buried.Only those who have made great military exploits have this honor.

Emperor Jing nodded and turned his body slightly so that Xie Yan could better see what was in front of him.

It is a tomb. In front of the tomb, there are exquisite pastries in three emerald plates. Xie Yan is very familiar with it.

It is Yulu bayberry cake.

"He has been sleeping here for ten years." Emperor Jing's deep eyes finally had some ups and downs. He described the name on the stone tablet affectionately, his voice was particularly hoarse, as if trying to restrain some unspeakable emotions, "Thank you, He was dead for ten years."

"Ten years."

Xie Yan didn't understand, so he followed Emperor Jing's gaze, and when he saw the name engraved on the tombstone clearly, his head was buzzing, the blood all over his body gathered on the top of his head, and his eyes turned black.

He blinked, took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, and strode forward. As his footsteps approached, the three characters on the stone tablet seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly they were as heavy as a thousand weights, and fell heavily. It pressed against his chest, making him unable to breathe.

Xie Yan forced himself to look away, and said shyly, "This is not a place in the world. Tell me, what is your purpose for coming here?"

"It's true." Emperor Jing retorted, "He died, because of me, and because of you. His death was all caused by us."

"Fart!" Xie Wen interrupted sharply, "Second brother is obviously still alive and well. I don't know who you are, and I'm not interested in knowing who you are. Get out now!"

"I knew you wouldn't believe it." Emperor Jing sighed, "Because I didn't believe it either. So I waited here for him for ten years. The first person I want him to see when he wakes up is me."

"But... Xie Yan. He has long been out of his wits, and there is no afterlife at all."

Speaking of this, Emperor Jing covered his face and wept, the cry sounded like a howling wolf, but when he looked carefully, there were no tears.

"You." A thought came to Xie Fan's mind, but Emperor Jing interrupted him just as he uttered a word.

"Take a look, the Chen Qing Illustrated Book will not lie." A cluster of faint blue flames slowly rose from the palm of Emperor Jing, and the flames gradually enlarged with the spell in his hand, and Xie Fan was appearing inside. A picture never seen before.

In the picture, Xie Wen is hanging in the air, surrounded by black ghost warriors behind him.A ray of purple beams of light floated from the top of Ghost Warrior's head, and they all penetrated into his body.With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, he looked like Shura who had walked out of hell, leading thousands of ghosts and ghosts to ask people for their lives.

The sky is covered by dark clouds, and monsters are rampant.Rivers of blood flowed on the ground, and piles of corpses piled up like mountains.

"Jiang Jingyun, tell me, why do you always oppose me? Now that the entire imperial court officials are on my side, why do you have to sing against me?" Xie Fan looked down at Jiang Jingyun, who was covered in blood, and said contemptuously , "The dignified head of the Xuanhu Battalion, why can't he help but fight?"

"Didn't you promise to my good father that I would be arrested and brought to justice? You can't even stand up now, how can you arrest me?"

"Jiang Jingyun?"

"How about this, I'll count in dozens, and if you stand up within ten counts, I'll let you do three tricks."

"One, two, three...nine..." Xie Man paused, his eyes darkened slightly, and the number stayed at "nine" all the time, and he didn't count down any further.

He said: "Jiang Jingyun, you old bastard, you have quite a lot of tricks, it's almost done, I'll let you do three tricks."

"Can't afford it? That's fine, ten tricks."

"Twenty strokes."

"Fifty strokes."

"One hundred tricks. Second Jiang, this is my greatest tolerance."

Jiang Jingyun: "..."

Xie Fan talked to himself for a long time, but he felt bored, so he just shut up.

He watched Jiang Jingyun lying motionless on the ground, his eyes changed slightly, a palm wind landed on his side, and suddenly flying sand and stones were all thrown on his back, and the sound of flesh being ripped apart followed one after another.

But Jiang Jingyun was always lying there indifferent.

Xie Yan slammed a magic spell to block the flying sand and stones, landed slowly, approached Jiang Jingyun, but stopped three steps away from him, and shouted: "Jiang Jingyun."

What responded to him was the blood that continued to flow from the wound on his back.

"Jiang Jingyun." Xie Fan called again, his voice softer than before.

"Jiang Jingyun." There was a trace of bewilderment in Xie Fan's eyes, like a lost lamb, he called his companion tirelessly, "Second Jiang."

"Two..." Xie Yan blinked, staring at the curvy figure, and called out the long-lost title with difficulty, "Second brother."

"Second brother, please call me back."

"Jiang Jingyun!" Xie Fan strode forward, grabbed Jiang Jingyun's arm, and pulled him up like a carrot. When he saw the scar on his face from the left eyebrow to the neck, his heart surged for no reason. Feeling extremely angry, he glanced at the ghost warrior in the sky with red eyes, and said, "Who the hell did this! Didn't I say you can't touch him!"

However, no one responded to him. A ghost warrior who has not been activated is no different from a piece of wood, without the six senses.

Like an enraged leopard, he kept hitting palms full of spiritual power in the air, and saw the ghost warriors falling down like rain.

After Xie Fan had vented enough, he stretched out his hand to smooth the swollen flesh on Jiang Jingyun's wound, but his hand was completely disobedient, shaking violently, and finally slapped him directly on the nose, staying for a while and then Immediately retracted like an electric shock.

"Second Jiang." Xie Yan's gaze stayed on Jiang Jingyun's unmoving chest, and then he smiled brightly, "It will be easier if you die, so no one can stop me anymore."

"It's good to die, it's time to die."

Xie Fan knelt down beside Jiang Jingyun, and said repeatedly: "It's fine if you die, and you'll be good if you die."

"But Jiang Jingyun, I don't want you to die yet. I haven't fought you enough yet."

"Jiang Jingyun, wake up, let's fight again, okay?" Xie Fan's nose was sore, his eyes were hot and humid, and he stretched out his arms tremblingly to hold Jiang Jingyun's body, sobbing, "Jiang Jingyun, did you hear? As long as you wake up ,I."

bang

A loud noise crushed Xie Nan's words to pieces.

He watched the lifeless person in his arms come back to life suddenly, and he didn't care about the spell that Jiang Jingyun cast on him, but looked at Jiang Jingyun helplessly, and asked in a daze, "Are you a fake corpse? "

"Are you not willing to part with me?"

"Are you... alive?"

There was a hint of darkness in Jiang Jingyun's eyes as cold as glass. He didn't reply to thank you, but urged the tying rope, tied him tightly, and decisively summoned Frost and Snow to stab him in the chest.

Xie Yan frowned in pain, the joy in his eyes was like the sky in a summer afternoon, suddenly completely covered by dark clouds.

"Jiang, Jing, Yun." Xie Wen spat out blood, looked at the soldiers who suddenly appeared in all directions, and stared at him through gritted teeth, "You lied to me."

Jiang Jingyun pondered for a while, then said softly, "Thank you."

But he stopped just after he uttered two words, his brows were slightly frowned, and his drooping eyelashes hid all his emotions silently, and when he raised them again, there was no trace to be found.

"You lied to me." Xie Fan looked deeply at Jiang Jingyun, and smiled foolishly, "Jiang Jingyun, why do you always lie to me? What on earth do I have that you can lie to? Jiang Jingyun, you only fucking lie to me! "After talking about it, I unconsciously climbed up a little bit of grievance.

Jiang Jingyun turned his head away and stopped looking at him, mentioned Shuangxue, tried his best to stabilize his figure, and walked forward with difficulty.

Xie Fan just sat there blankly, watching Jiang Jingyun give orders, watching different auras shuttle back and forth, Ghost Warrior's body was torn apart, and the scene turned upside down again.

Xie Yan slowly lowered his head, quietly watching the mole-like thing on his arm spread rapidly like ink dripping into hot water.A majestic force lingered in his chest, moving rapidly through his internal organs. The pain made him sweat coldly, and he could only curl up.

With the sound of small footsteps, Xie Wen raised his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, and a tall and tall figure broke into his hazy vision.

It's Jiang Jingyun.

The anger in Xie Fan's heart swelled up again, struggling to get up, but he forgot that he was being tied up, and fell to the side in embarrassment.

Seeing that he was about to hit the stone on one side, his shoulder was grabbed by a strong palm, and his leaning body was also straightened.

"You think again."

"sorry."

"Xie Fan, I'm sorry." Jiang Jingyun met Xie Fan's gaze, twitched the corner of his mouth, and interrupted.

"What do you want to do again?" Xie Fan was disturbed by his apology, and his heart beat wildly, feeling a little uneasy.With a sullen face, he glared at Jiang Jingyun viciously.

Just when Xie Fan thought that Jiang Jingyun would not answer, he heard him chuckle and said softly, "I just want to see you more."

"Second Jiang, you have the ability to let go of me." As far as he could remember, Jiang Jingyun had never smiled at him like this.Xie Yan felt the uneasiness in his heart suddenly magnified several times, "Second Jiang, you have the fucking ability to let me go!"

Jiang Jingyun frowned, and tapped lightly on his neck, Xie Yan couldn't make any more sound.

"Thank you." Jiang Jingyun's gaze almost greedily traced Xie Fan's face, as if he wanted to engrave him into his bone marrow.

"Places where the sun doesn't shine often grow thorns and filth. I didn't want you to see it. I want you to live in the sun forever, unrestrained and wanton. And every drop of blood flowing from my body will be I will unswervingly defend your right to pursue the light until death."

"But Xie Fan, I couldn't do it." Jiang Jingyun lowered his head in disappointment, looking at the increasingly weird pattern on Xie Fan's arm, with tears in his eyes, "It's all my fault, I couldn't do it." Protect you."

Xie Fan stared blankly at Jiang Jingyun, his lips trembling violently, not sure if it was because of anger or other reasons.

"I wanted to spend more time with you." Jiang Jingyun gently brushed his fingertips across Xie Yan's face, and said with a wry smile, "It's greed after all."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Xie Yan's right hand and continuously channeled his spiritual power, and the scar on his face gushed out bright red blood again, like a spring that had just been dredged.

Xie Yan wanted to take back his hand several times but in vain, he could only watch Jiang Jingyun collapsed in a pool of blood, his body becoming almost transparent, leaving only an ethereal voice: "Xie Fan, I'm sorry, I broke my promise."

He didn't know when his tears fell, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly again, there was only Shuangxue lying there alone, a golden seal slowly emerged from the hilt of the sword, and then his aura was completely absorbed.

Lingwu will be automatically sealed with the disappearance of its master.

Xie Yan sat beside the frost and snow in a daze, his drooping right arm was smooth.

Xie Yan closed his eyes, and looked away with difficulty, his throat seemed to be blocked by a water-soaked sponge.After a long time, he turned his head to look at Emperor Jing and said in a hoarse voice, "How...how did you die?"

Emperor Jing said lightly: "Of course I can't survive."

Xie Fan was silent for a long while, then Shu Er asked: "Did I fall into the Flower Picking Technique?"