Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

"uncle!"

At the same time, the anxious voice approached from far away.

Xie Ci strode over, wiped away the blood on his face, raised his head, and looked at Jiang Jingyun helplessly, his voice hoarse due to lack of water: "Uncle, all the disciples who are not tied to a boat under the mountain have been cleaned up."

"Not bad." Jiang Jingyun nodded slightly.

Xie Ci, who was praised, first smiled happily, as if thinking of something, his eyes turned red, and with a thick nasal voice, he called coquettishly: "Uncle."

Jiang Jingyun looked at Xie Ci, the cheekbones on his face were slightly raised, the eye sockets were obviously black, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. The young man who was supposed to be high-spirited now looked like a flower with withered branches, sleepy, without half angry.

Jiang Jingyun's eyes stayed on Xie Ci's empty hair for a moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Uncle!" Xie Ci couldn't hold back any longer, tears rolled down, hugged Jiang Jingyun, and cried bitterly, "It's gone, parents are gone, they're gone! Uncle, they're all gone!"

Xie Ci threw himself into Jiang Jingyun's arms while crying. Just as he jumped down, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He always felt that something had hit him, and he stared at his tear-filled eyes, only to realize that Xie Fan, who was being held by Jiang Jingyun, had a bruise on his face. His expression froze for a moment, and he even forgot to cry.

Xie Yan withdrew his gaze, originally he was glad that he held on with one breath, but Xie Ci's pounce almost cut off the breath that he had managed to catch up with.

"Xie...Xie Shuyu?!" After a long while, Xie Ci just found his voice, looked at Xie Fan nonchalantly, lowered his head to rest on the wound on his chest for a moment, and took a step back, "You...you What's wrong?"

"Brother... what's wrong with you?" Xie Ci's eye circles darkened a little, and he choked up.

"Didn't you see it?" Xie Fan said weakly, "I was stabbed and bloomed, why don't you take a closer look and see if there are any intestines inside, hiss—"

Xie Yan gasped in pain, looked at Jiang Jingyun resentfully, with a hint of flattery, whispered: "Second...Second brother."

Jiang Jingyun ignored him.

Xie Fan felt a little guilty when he thought about the past, since Xie Ci was here, he couldn't say much, so he could only call Jiang Jingyun from time to time.

Xie Ciben was also a little puzzled because Jiang Jingyun was holding Xie Fan, but it became clear when he saw the injuries on Xie Fan's body.

"Since you're injured, just stay honest." Xie Ci looked at Xie Fan's demonic energy, his whole body had goosebumps, and looked at Jiang Jingyun's hand protecting Xie Fan's waist, feeling a little strange, but I can't tell where the strangeness is, I can only attribute this reason to Xie Fan's injury.

"Why are you here?" Song Huamian's voice suddenly came from ahead, and then the sharp sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

Xie Ci looked up and saw Emperor Tai'an standing less than fifty steps away from him.

The first time he saw Emperor Tai'an, Xie Ci couldn't help thinking of the death of his parents, a strong hatred welled up in his heart, and his eyes were burning red with anger.

He pulled out the saber at his waist, held the hilt firmly, and strode towards Emperor Tai'an.

On the day of Xie Tingyuan's accident, Song Huamian and his father were called into the palace by Emperor Tai'an under the pretext of being imprisoned, and they were not released until Xie Yan ascended the throne.Hearing about Xie Tingyuan's murder, he hated Emperor Tai'an deeply.

Not to mention that Xie Tingyuan was his uncle, just the way Emperor Tai'an murdered Zhongliang made him feel sick.

Killing and punishing one's heart is nothing more than this.

Seeing that Xie Ci's sword edge was only half a finger away from Emperor Tai'an, suddenly a sharp palm wind deflected his sword, and the long sword came out of his hand and sank into the boulder beside him.

Xie Ci looked at Jiang Jingyun with red eyes.

Song Huamian also turned her head back, her tone a little bad: "What is King Jing's intention? The little prince just wants to kill a traitor."

Jiang Jingyun didn't answer Song Huamian, but turned his head to the soldiers of Xuanhu Camp who suddenly appeared behind him and said, "Bring him back to the Department of Mirrors."

"Uncle?" Xie Ci sniffled and looked at Jiang Jingyun in puzzlement.

"It's up to you to decide what is right or wrong." Jiang Jingyun said, "What's more, Qingqiu has already changed."

Hearing the words, Xie Ci was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Xie Fan with a complicated expression.

"Go back, let Chen Wuji show you." Jiang Jingyun hugged Xie Fan horizontally, tapped his toes, and walked away with his sword.

Emperor Tai'an watched the two leaving, closed his eyes, and let out a helpless sigh, and was escorted away under the cannibalistic eyes of Xie Ci and Song Huamian.

Until Emperor Tai'an walked away, Xie Ci still clenched his fists and his teeth were chattering.

Song Huamian also looked angry, but as Jiang Jingyun said, Qingqiu has changed, and the current emperor is Xie Fan.

Emperor Tai'an's crime is unforgivable, but his faults have their own decisions.Killing Emperor Tai'an was a great pleasure, but the one who killed him could only be Xie Fan.After all, Emperor Tai'an's crimes are well known, and there are many people who want him to die.Whoever kills him now will be respected and loved.And now that Xie Yan has just taken that position, it is a good time to win over people's hearts.

It has to be said that Jiang Jingyun will really make plans for Xie Fan.

Thinking of this, Song Huamian sighed helplessly.

Xie Ci naturally understood the deep meaning, but he couldn't let it go when he was furious.

"Okay, after all the man has been caught, I should be glad." Song Huamian came back to his senses, stepped forward, and patted Xie Ci on the shoulder reassuringly, "Let's go, go back and wash, you stink to death."

"You don't stink?" Xie Ci looked Song Huamian up and down, the long gown was covered with blood stains, some of his own, some of others', and the cuffs were still stained with mud.

"It doesn't stink." Song Huamian said nonsense with her eyes open without blushing, and she raised her hand close to her nose to sniff, and said intoxicated, "beauties are fragrant all the time, if you don't believe me, smell it smell."

As he said that, Song Huamian gestured and stretched out his hand in front of Xie Ci.

"Damn! Get out! Don't get so close to me!" Xie Ci took a few steps back, pointed at Song Huamian and yelled, "Can't you show some face? Are you disgusting!"

"Disgusting?" Song Huamian looked at Xie Ci in disbelief, with a heartbroken look on the verge of weeping, and looked at Xie Ci faintly, "The one who vowed to marry me back then, The person who took care of me abandoned me in a blink of an eye and said I was disgusting."

"I think back then, you pulled my sleeves, hugged me and refused to let go. You insisted on getting close to me, saying with a happy face that I smell good, and you wanted to follow me for the rest of your life. How many years have passed now, you At once."

"Shut up!" Xie Ci annoyed Song Huamian the most when he mentioned the embarrassing things back then, but those words were indeed said by him, but so what if he didn't admit it. slander.

the most important is!He always thought Song Huamian was a girl!But who would have thought that the beautiful cousin turned into a cousin!It's a man!How can he accept it!

Song Huamian looked at his angry face, and smiled even more in his eyes, and said to himself, "Oh, cousin, what kind of me do you like? Do you like me when I'm hot? Or if I'm gentle? No, why don't you give me another dress? I want a pink one, not the one with floral weaving and gold, it's too grand, just a dark pattern jacquard."

"Well... it's best to give some jewelry and headgear as well. The pearls are from the South China Sea. If they are too small, they look shabby. If they are too big, I don't know where to put them. It will take a hundred years to put them in my mouth, but I'm afraid. It’s a pity to be stolen by someone.”

"Well... let's forget about the pearls, then give them to the jade. Gold has a price, but jade is priceless. It's not too much to give me a pair of jade bracelets, right?"

"Song, Hua, Mian." Xie Ci almost squeezed these three words out between his teeth, and without a word, he picked up his sword and slashed at Song Huamian.

While hiding, Song Huamian kept talking nonsense, rambling on and on.

"Forget it, I don't want the jade bracelet anymore, just give me the money, and I'll buy it myself."

"Cousin!!! Don't do this! My clothes are torn! Don't be in such a hurry! There are no three letters and six rituals. I have suffered a lot!"

"Cousin! Don't be too hard on yourself. If I disappear, you will become a widower."

……

The frustration in Xie Ci's heart because he failed to avenge Emperor Tai'an's father finally turned into anger towards Song Huamian, and his whole heart was to hack this shameless thing to death.

Xie Fan, who was not yet far away, vaguely heard Xie Ci's earth-shattering roar from below, and trembled in fright, and the breath he managed to catch was stuck in his lungs, and he passed out completely, even without breathing.

Xie Fan didn't know how long he had slept, or he might have died. As for how long he had been dead, he didn't know, but the mysterious... ghost standing opposite him might know.

"congratulations."

Before Xie Yan could speak, the mysterious ghost spoke first.

Xie Fan looked at the mysterious ghost with mixed emotions, he was quite good-looking, his facial features softened by wearing a green shirt, he was also polite, and he would congratulate him on becoming a ghost.

He looked down at the clothes on his body again, feeling a little ashamed.Hmm... It was still the blood-stained purple gown from before, and I couldn't help but feel a little sour. Jiang Jingyun was so angry that he didn't even change him into a beautiful shroud.

It was shabby to be a human being, but it was even more shabby to be a ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Xie Fan didn't speak, the mysterious ghost just stared blankly at his clothes, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"Your shroud is so beautiful." Xie Fan looked up at the mysterious ghost, sighed sincerely, and then asked, "Did you buy it with ghost coins, or did your family give it to you before you died?"

"Will there be new ghosts who discriminate against poor people in the ghost world?"

Hearing this, the mysterious ghost looked at his clothes in astonishment, then at Xie Fan, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Xie Yan: "..."

The mysterious ghost seemed to realize his impoliteness, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, but the laughter still leaked out from between his fingers.

"Sorry, let me laugh for a while." The mysterious ghost suffocated his laughter until his face turned red, but he couldn't hold back in the end, so he simply let go, apologized to Xie Fan, and then laughed loudly.

Xie Yan: "..."

Sure enough, there is a tradition of laughing at new ghosts.

Xie Yan stared blankly at the mysterious ghost for a while, then turned around silently, thinking of Jiang Jingyun, saddened.

After the mysterious ghost had finished laughing, he coughed lightly, moistened his aching throat from laughing, and said, "I forgot to introduce you to the young master. I'm Ling Xian, the envoy of Meng Zou."

"Meng Zou?" Xie Fan turned around in surprise.

"Exactly." Ling Xian nodded.

"How many years have you been dead?" Xie Fan only knew that Gu Ying was the envoy of Meng Zou, and without much thought, he decided that Ling Xian had died long ago.

Thinking of this, Xie Fan looked at Ling Xian with more pity: "It's a pity that you passed away at a young age."

The corner of Ling Xian's mouth couldn't help twitching, and said helplessly, "Young Master, I'm still alive and well."

"I understand, I understand." Xie Fan nodded again and again, "Who hasn't become obsessed, I also think I am still alive."

Ling Xian was unable to support his forehead, if this nonsense continued, Xie Fan would probably think that he was not only dead but also crazy.

Hence, Ling Xian said bluntly: "This is the realm of clarity."

"Mm... eh?!" Xie Fan finally came back to his senses, and looked at Ling Xian in disbelief, "The realm of clarity?!"

Ling Xian nodded.

Xie Yan calmed down and looked at the surrounding scene.Surrounded by a vast expanse of white, as if being in the sea of ​​clouds.With Ling Xian's sleeves gently sweeping, he could clearly see a picture scroll similar to a peach blossom garden appearing in front of him.

Row upon row of houses, interconnected rice paddies, chickens flying over trees, dogs barking deep alleys.From time to time, there are children chasing and making noise, and people working in twos and threes in the fields.A clear stream flows in front of the house, with a few gorgeous flowers tucked in, showing off to passers-by.

Xie Fan's imaginary realm of clarity is comparable to hell, how could it be such a pleasant scene.

"Little Lord……"

"Wait!" Only then did Xie Fan realize what Ling Xian called him, "What young master? Where did the young master come from?"

Ling Xian was startled, and explained with a smile: "To be precise, you should be the reincarnation of the young master."

"Sorry, I'm dead."

"The young master was joking." Ling Xian shook his head, "You are still alive."

"Although you are the reincarnation of the young master, there is still a godhead in your body. It's just that your soul has escaped from the mortal body and reached the realm of clarity."

"Then can I go back?" Xie Wen asked.

"Back to where?"

"world."

"Yes, but if you go back, the young master will have to give up the godhood." Ling Xian frowned, "According to the young master's cultivation, within a hundred years, he will definitely be able to ascend, why bother."

"I want to go back." Xie Fan interrupted Ling Xian without hesitation, and said firmly, "The person I love is still waiting for me there, I must go back."

"Young master doesn't want to ascend?" Ling Xian was puzzled, "You said you wanted Meng Zou to return to the human world."

Xie Fan's mind is now full of going to see Jiang Jingyun, but this Ling Xian is still talking about it, making him upset, saying: "What does it have to do with me? I just want to go back."

"What's so good about being a human being?" Ling Xian said, "You need to experience life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows."

Xie Yan said: "You don't want to be a human being and you don't allow others to do it?"

Ling Xian: "..."

Why does this sound weird?

"Okay, I don't care about reincarnation or not, it has nothing to do with me. I want to go back, whoever wants that godhead can go." Xie Fan waved his hand impatiently.

This time Ling Xian didn't hesitate anymore, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

"So refreshing?" Xie Fan asked in amazement, how could it be faster to turn your face than to turn a book?

"Actually, I really like farming." Ling Xian smiled, "This clear state is isolated from the world, much more comfortable than the previous days."

"Since the young master wants to go back, I will not stop you."

Xie Yan was about to speak, when suddenly he felt top-heavy, his whole body seemed to fall into an abyss, a deep sense of dizziness enveloped him, and he heard Ling Xian's soft voice in a trance: "The young master voluntarily abandons the godhead and also regains the mortal spirit. I admire you. Considering that we will not meet again in the future, I offer a small gift, and I hope the young master will accept it."

As the dizziness became stronger and stronger, Ling Xian's voice gradually faded away, replaced by a cool and sonorous voice.

"I'm still here, Xie Fan won't just leave."

The author has something to say:

About the young master... Gu Xingzhi also mentioned it once before, and it just filled that hole, haha~

There should be one more chapter to finish the main text, but this depends on whether the content of the next chapter is enough to write. If it is less than [-] words, it will be combined into one chapter. If there are too many, it will still have two chapters.

Gouzi: I can finally fall in love with my second brother~