Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

twenty chapters

After An Xichen left, Fang Ximing and Qiao Xishui remained relatively silent for a long time.

Qiao Xishui didn't know what to say, but as for Fang Ximing who had been silent for a long time, Qiao Xishui knew what he was thinking.

He is struggling.

The dead are all just corpses, no matter whether it is a fierce ghost Shura or a lonely wild ghost, as long as they get on their bodies, they are returning their souls through corpses.It is not impossible for a lonely ghost to win the house by mistake.

But in this world, the immortal cultivator and the demonic cultivator are incompatible, the immortal is righteous, and the demon is evil.In the eyes of the world, the so-called magic cultivator is, to put it bluntly, a cult.From the emperor down to the common people, there is no one who does not want the magic cultivator to disappear.

Moxiu is a thorn in the flesh of the world, and Fang Ximing, whose temperament has been greatly changed by the scourge, can't wait to see one kill another, so that Moxiu will all die.

But among the people in the world, there are also people who are ignorant of world affairs, who don't know what immortals or demons are.Demons and monsters are far away from them. What they worry about is daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and love for their children.

People's joys and sorrows are not connected.

Therefore, the person in Qiao Xi's water body probably doesn't know what immortal cultivation and demon cultivation are.

He couldn't feel his own despair.For him, Qingfengmen is a desolate mountain, An Xichen is the one who spared his life, and he is a suspicious and violent bastard young head.

——Mostly Fang Ximing thinks so now.

Fang Ximing was silent for a long time, and finally put away his sword.His expression was a little stiff, he still held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said stiffly: "Sorry."

Qiao Xishui quickly waved her hands: "It's okay, it's okay."

Qiao Xishui said that, but she was panicked to death.He couldn't catch An Xichen, and he wanted to cry without tears in his heart, like a flat boat in a stormy sea, feeling like it would capsize at any time.

He only noticed now that An Xichen, as a villain, has a scary personality, but in a certain way, he can indeed give people a certain sense of peace of mind.

Not far away, the sound of gongs and drums was loud, and it should be the opening ceremony of the martial arts ceremony.The sound of cheers and laughter came from afar, endlessly.

Amidst the festive sound of gongs and drums that seemed to be getting married, Fang Ximing stood silent for a long time, organized his words for a long time, and then said again: "You... don't want to stay at Qingfengmen?"

Qiao Xishui was silent.

This question is difficult to answer.

If you say yes, it's against your original intention.It's not that this sect is bad, but as a diehard fan of An Xichen, he prefers to stay by An Xichen's side compared to these people.

There is no one around An Xichen, at least there are a group of his juniors around the hero, all of them are around him, and Chi Xikong will always be there in the future, and they will stay together forever.

But An Xichen didn't. He had been walking on the road alone, with white mist in front of him and no one behind him.

Then how can I euphemistically say that I don't want to be beaten to death by Fang Ximing after I finish speaking?

Qiao Xishui was in trouble. He didn't know that sometimes he would write everything on his face in full detail. When Fang Ximing saw the hesitation on his face, he understood what he was thinking.

Qiao Xishui was still searching for the organizational language over there, and Fang Ximing had the answer in his heart.

"I see." He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I won't force you to stay."

Qiao Xishui was stunned for a moment, because of the sentence "I won't force you to stay", she suddenly had a better impression of him.

In the next second, these good feelings disappeared.

"But I can't let you go now." Fang Ximing said quietly, "After the martial arts performance is over, I will explain to my disciples and lock you up for a few days first, just to put on a show."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

His heart was so complicated, and Fang Ximing couldn't help laughing when he saw his distorted expression, and said, "Don't worry, I won't really lock you up. Don't come out at night and let my brothers and sisters see it. I can't explain it. As for the day, you Just move around."

Qiao Xishui understood - Fang Ximing was afraid that he would leave Qingfengmen suddenly and affect the morale of the army.

That would be much easier to say, Qiao Xishui smiled and said: "Okay, thank you, Master Fang, for your trouble."

Fang Ximing was about to turn around and leave when he heard this and stopped.After thinking about it for a while, I turned around.

Qiao Xishui stood where he was, blinked when he saw him turn around, and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Fang Ximing said, "I don't know when you met An Xichen, and I don't know what happened. But you and I met by chance, and I don't hate you. Here are two or three words of advice for you."

"Don't think too much about him. He used to be worthy of respect, but now he is not." Fang Ximing said calmly, "You must have heard of what he has done."

"He's a lunatic, it's best to stay away from him. You're not a martial artist, if he has murderous intentions, I'm afraid you won't even be able to keep his ashes."

"I know." Qiao Xishui smiled, "But who really wants to be crazy, right?"

Fang Ximing: "...Are you defending him?"

"No, no, don't be angry first." Qiao Xishui waved his hand, motioning him to calm down, and hurriedly said, "I know, I know, he killed your fellow disciple Pao Ze, deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors, and then came to hurt you again and again. I know all about killing disciples in front of you. But don't you find it strange?"

Fang Ximing was torn up by him carrying the old accounts and tearing up the scars, and there was not much good expression on his face.He said gloomyly, "Where is it strange?"

He was about to get angry and wanted to scold An Xichen, Qiao Xishui said: "He has the ability to kill your master, and also has the ability to slaughter all over the mountain gate, why did he let you go?"

Fang Ximing was startled.

Qiao Xishui continued: "And this year, he was able to kill you countless times with his own hands, but every time he knocked you out and left. Is this something that fate can explain? He's not stupid, I don't know Check your breath?"

"He let you go so many times on purpose, do you think he wants to kill you?"

"Don't just remember those grudges. When he left for a few days, his temperament changed a lot when he came back..." He paused, and said, "I'm an outsider, so I'm not qualified to say these things. What kind of person he used to be, what kind of person is he? Knows better than me."

"..."

"Don't just look at the depression of the mountain gate, and don't just look at those enemies."

Qiao Xishui was afraid that if he said too much, he would lose his words, so he pursed his lips, and finally said, "I believe him, he didn't really want to kill you."

"Then I'm leaving." Qiao Xishui said coyly, "Master Fang, take care."

Fang Ximing's face was getting darker and darker, Qiao Xishui didn't dare to stay longer, and ran away in a hurry.

When running, the hem of his clothes was too long, and he almost tripped over his clothes.

Qiao Xishui cursed inwardly, reached out and grabbed the hem of the clothes, as if holding up a skirt, and ran away.

While running funny, he thought to himself.

Bad thing, did An Xichen eavesdrop just now?If he hears everything, how can I explain it tonight?

*

——Fortunately, An Xichen didn't listen.

There is a high stone wall outside the martial arts arena.It seems that it was built during the war, when the archers were sent to defend the city wall, and there was also a tall watchtower over there, and there was a beacon tower next to it.

An Xichen leaned against the stone wall and looked up at the sky.He didn't wear anything to cover his face. There were people coming and going in front of him, and it was very lively, but no one noticed him.

He looked up at the sky, his neck stiffened.Sighing, he lowered his head and reached out to rub his neck.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw an extra skull in front of him at some point.I don't know how long it's been here, just staring at him face to face without moving.He lowered his head, and the skull giggled, a little penetrating.

When An Xichen first noticed it, his shoulders trembled in shock, but he neither cried out nor made any further movements.

He took a step to the side, distanced himself from it, frowned, and said displeasedly, "What are you doing?"

The skull said: "Follow me."

After all, it floated away.An Xichen sighed again, and followed up resignedly.

The skull took him away from the crowd of people on the other side of the martial arts arena, and walked into the forest not far away.

Passing through the long draft wood again, he peeled away the broken branches and leaves, and saw Qu Qixiang leaning on the trunk.Although he was nearly sixty, he still looked young, and even compared to An Xichen, who had been tortured and thin, he looked even more youthful.

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, An Xichen also knew that there was nothing good to eat next, and without waiting for Qu Qixiang to speak, he cut to the chase and said, "I didn't kill him, Qiao Xishui didn't die."

Qu Qixiang was smiling, but his eyelids twitched, and his voice was extremely cold, which was far from the impression of the kind elders in Qingfengmen: "I have long eyes."

"..."

"How many opportunities have I given you?" He said, "Are you sleepy or hungry, making mistakes for me one after another?"

An Xichen had no smile on his face, he really couldn't laugh.

Qu Qixiang understood what he was thinking by looking at his expression, and said: "You also know that I don't have that much patience, so tell me first, why did you miss so many times?"

"There is no reason, I don't want to kill him."

"..."

The smile on Qu Qixiang's face disappeared in an instant, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"I never talk nonsense. If I say no to kill, I won't touch Qiao Xishui."

Qu Qixiang was silent.

An Xichen leaned back against a tree, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Don't dream, he won't die."

Qu Qixiang sneered.

Several streaks of blood flickered on An Xichen's body, and in an instant, the words were intertwined, binding him like chains.But he was not in a hurry, he was already used to it, and he didn't have the fear of swallowing the sky at the beginning.

"He won't die?" Qu Qixiang sneered, "Do you think I won't ask anyone else to do it except you?"

An Xichen laughed.

He said: "You can try and see who can kill him."

His words were like a sharp knife, completely angering Qu Qixiang.

Qu Qixiang was still smiling, but the words he uttered were not so kind.

"It really is the son of a whore." He laughed, "Bitch."

Blood burst from his chest, splashing into bloody fireworks.

That's where the heart is.