Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Qiao Xishui blinked and asked, "Is that why you asked me to go down the mountain?"

"No." An Xichen said, "I want to tell you, don't perform martial arts."

Qiao Xishui was a little surprised.

He knew that something would happen on the Martial Arts Field.At that time, the demon cultivators will invade on a large scale, and An Xichen will clash with Fang Ximing. In front of the tomb.

An Xichen is still that An Xichen, with a whole body of madness.

Qiao Xishui knew all about this.But An Xichen actually let him stay away from this martial arts performance, which is really surprising.

The demon cultivator and the immortal cultivator have been at odds for hundreds of thousands of years. For an evil cultivator like An Xichen, the immortal cultivator should go one more and die one more.

But he said, don't go.

Qiao Xishui was suddenly a little happy, he said: "Brother, are you worried about me?"

An Xichen: "..."

Qiao Xishui smiled like a two-hundred-pound dog, the corner of An Xichen's mouth twitched, and he had a premonition in his heart: "You won't..."

"I know." Qiao Xishui said with a smile, "You guys want to surprise the martial arts field."

An Xichen: "..."

He suddenly found that his good intentions were really superfluous.

This is not a lonely ghost.Knowing the world and the world, An Xichen probably knows everything he doesn't know.

Think about it too.Qiao Xishui is a high-level wood cultivator, how can a foolish lonely ghost have the ability to use his corpse to revive his soul?

Ghost Asura?It is estimated that in front of this person, it is also ordinary.

He looked at Qiao Xishui with unpredictable eyes. For the first time, An Xichen stared at his eyes seriously, trying to see the depths of his soul through his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Qiao Xishui was not easy to answer, so he summed it up in one sentence: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

An Xichen frowned.Naturally, he couldn't see anything, so he had no choice but to look away, and sighed insignificantly.

He flicked his sleeves and turned away, saying, "Let's go."

"Oh." Qiao Xishui nodded and said with a smile, "Goodbye!"

"It's best not to see you." An Xichen said in a hoarse voice, without turning his head, "It won't be a good thing to see me."

"Isn't it good to see you?"

An Xichen was suddenly speechless, as if his throat had been choked.I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything.

There was a gust of wind, and An Xichen suddenly felt cold.

He suddenly thought, is it the gust of wind that makes him cold, or the abyss he is in?

He turned around.Qiao Xishui stood against the morning sun in the light, dressed in white as a crane and flying clouds.Seeing him turn around, he blinked and smiled.

Qiao Xishui said, "See you later!"

...An Xichen only felt that the blood deed on his wrist was hot, and the more Qiao Xishui smiled at him, the hotter the winding bloodstains became, like karmic fire.

He heard himself say, "Okay, see you later."

The voice became hoarse, and the fire of karma entered the throat.

Every inch of his skin was suddenly icy cold and rooted to the bone—he was suddenly extremely cold.

-

After An Xichen left, he went back to the mountain.It didn't take long to come and go, and Fang Ximing was standing at the gate of the mountain when he returned.

Fang Ximing probably heard what Chi Xikong said.Seeing him coming back, he said with a cold face: "It's time to perform martial arts, and love for children is a burden, let them go first."

Qiao Xishui had no choice but to answer with a stern face: "I understand, there is no need for brother to worry."

Fang Ximing nodded, turned his head and walked into the mountain gate, and said, "Go see Uncle Qu, pack it up today, and leave tomorrow."

Qiao Xishui was startled, and said, "So fast?"

"Of course. Pu Jing is far away from our mountain gate, so we have to leave early." Fang Ximing said, "Go see Uncle Qu, you haven't seen each other for half a year."

Qiao Xishui nodded and followed him into Qingfengmen.

Fang Ximing seemed to just go to the gate of the mountain to guard him and warn him.After entering the mountain gate, he went straight back to his room, so cold that he almost cried silently.

Qiao Xishui didn't bother to care about him, let alone talk about him, so he went to find Qu Qixiang by himself.

The Qingfeng Gate was dilapidated, and there was no money to repair it.Qu Qixiang's Fulin Palace had long been confessed to An Xichen's dark thunder. He was sitting in the open-air Fuyao Palace, looking at the ceiling with a big hole, wondering what he was thinking.

Qu Qixiang is over sixty years old.But the cultivation base is advanced, the realm is above listening and doing, and the appearance has long stayed in the youth.So with only gray hair, he still looks handsome and handsome.

But this is Qu Qi Xiang, the Qu Qi Xiang that An Xichen told him to be careful.

Qiao Xishui raised his vigilance, walked over to call the uncle, and saluted him.

Qu Qixiang came back to his senses, looked away, and glanced at Qiao Xishui, the wolf-like chill shivered in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's Xishui, long time no see."

Qiao Xishui acted as a friendly repeater: "Long time no see, uncle."

Qu Qixiang: "... the immortals are about to perform martial arts, are you nervous?"

Qiao Xishui cherished words like gold: "Don't be nervous, uncle."

Qu Qixiang: "...are you ready?"

Qiao Xishui was conditioned by the nine-year compulsory education: "Always be prepared, uncle."

Qu Qixiang: "........."

Qu Qixiang originally wanted to get close first, and then set his words.But Qiao Xishui completely listened to An Xichen's words, with a guarded and indifferent appearance, exuding an aura of "don't get close to strangers and don't disturb acquaintances".

Qu Qixiang had no chance to test it out, so he could only cut to the chase with a wry smile, "Shui'er has seen that traitor recently?"

Qiao Xishui knew that he was talking about An Xichen, the traitor of the Qingfengmen, so he said kindly: "Recently, I have only met Miss An after getting rid of my fellow disciples."

Qu Qixiang also heard about his favorite village girl from Chi Xikong, and was speechless for a while: "...I didn't ask about the girl you like."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Qiao Xishui teased the old fool in secret for not understanding what he said, "It's just that I like it too much, I was not careful."

Qu Qixiang: "..."

Seeing that Qu Qixiang was silent, Qiao Xishui couldn't help feeling a little amused, and said, "Is there anything else, Master? I'll go first."

Just as Qu Qixiang was about to say something, Qiao Xishui raised his voice and grabbed the conversation, and said loudly, "Master, farewell!"

After saying a salute, he flicked his sleeves and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Qu Qixiang didn't even ask a fart, he just left talking to himself.

Qiao Xishui was a thorn in his side, a stone wall blocking his way along the way.

The wall swaggered away with his hands behind his back in front of him.He had nowhere to vent his anger, and he gritted his teeth so that the roots of his teeth hurt. He could only watch the big fat goose drift away from his eyes.

Qu Qi gritted his teeth angrily, pondered for a while, and took out a pocket-sized skull from his sleeve.

He and the skull stared wide-eyed for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.The corners of the mouth almost reached the ears, and the smile was extremely distorted.

An Xichen was puffing out smoke with a pipe in his mouth at the moment, with a glazed mirror on his nose, flipping through the book in the smoke.

This book was almost destroyed by him.But An Xichen still searched for information between the lines without giving up. After all, every clue could save him.

But for a year, he still only saw the final death.

After searching for a while, I still found nothing.He sighed and put the book back in its place.

An Xichen took a puff of cigarette, then let it out slowly, turned around, and looked at the three or two bone puppets around him.The hollow and dark eye sockets of the white bones stared at him, like two bottomless black whirlpools.

An Xichen laughed suddenly, and he didn't know why.

The puppet didn't move and couldn't speak, it just looked at him lifelessly.

It's dead silence here.

"An Xichen! An Xichen! An Xichen!"

Suddenly there was a shrill scream outside.

An Xichen's head hurts.

The squealing thing came in, a floating skull that rattled its jaws.There was a strange bloody light in its eyes, which was proof that Qu Qi had given orders to it.

An Xichen wanted to drop that skull.But he knew it was useless, he dropped one, and Qu Qixiang had a second and a third.

He knocked the cigarette ash, raised his chin resignedly and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Facing Qu Qixiang, even if he knew that the other party couldn't see, or that it was just the other party's spell, he subconsciously raised his chin.It seems that as long as he does this, he still has a little bit of humble dignity in front of the other party.

He can still regain some insignificant youthful spirit and immortal demeanor.

The skull opened its mouth wide and let out a creepy laugh.The harsh laughter made An Xichen's ears buzz.

Oops.

An Xichen was startled, and immediately threw away the pipe in his hand, and ran away without saying a word.But before he took a few steps, he suddenly knelt down on the ground, unable to move.

With a chill in his heart, he hastily stretched out his hands and pulled off his collar.Layers of curse marks were intricately patterned, and black and red were engraved on his previously pale skin.

It’s over.

He didn't need to find a mirror to know that these curse marks had already spread all over his body.

The harsh laughter still lingered in his ears, and it screamed: "3!"

A curse mark on his forehead suddenly flashed with blood, and the skin and flesh exploded, and the blood and flesh splattered.

"2!"

Blood exploded on the waist and abdomen.

"1!"

This time it was on the calf.

It was too late for him to struggle, and he fell to the ground completely.Blood spread all over the ground, An Xichen fell into a pool of blood, half of his face was buried in the scarlet blood.

"You failed the mission! You can't kill Qiao Xishui!" The skull laughed shrilly, hovering in the air, "Waste An Xichen! You bastard! The son of whore! The scum in the garbage dump!"

Powerless to refute.

The injured part was numb with pain and cold, and his eyes were a little blurry.The ear-piercing voice seemed to gradually fade away, gradually becoming inaudible.

An Xichen closed his eyes, he heard the skull screaming.

"Do you think you can die easily! Don't even think about who is holding your life!!"

An Xichen suddenly wanted to laugh.

Who said no.

If he could die easily, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

It's all because he was greedy for life.