When the devil respects life as a waste

Mei Jiu was laughed angrily by Xie Lingjun, her face didn't seem to be angry, on the contrary she looked a little cheerful.She took a step forward, grabbed Xie Lingjun's collar, and was about to help him tidy it up.

Xie Lingjun was surprised by Mei Jiu's capriciousness. A few days ago, she belittled and belittled herself. Why did she suddenly change her temper and treat herself tenderly?

Xie Lingjun pursed his lips slightly, not liking her approach so close, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed her away: "Thank you, Miss Mei, I'm so mean and dirty, I don't need to trouble Miss Mei to do it."

On the surface, Xie Lingjun didn't seem to be seriously injured, so Mei Jiu didn't take it seriously. Who among the cultivators didn't have any injuries?

Mei Jiu laughed angrily and explained: "I finally know that you and Wang Lingyue are not ambiguous. After you wake up, I will go to Wang Lingyue to argue. She said that she used you as a cover to deliberately anger me. You two haven't actually touched each other."

Xie Lingjun's tone turned a little cold, but he was still gentle and polite: "It's good to find out, and it's also an end to Miss Mei's concern."

What Xie Lingjun said was to settle Mei Jiu's concerns, not mentioning himself at all, but really caring for the other party instead of taking his own grievances and sufferings to heart.Although Xie Lingjun's words were for the other party's benefit, he still didn't like this kind of vindictive behavior in his heart.

He was an open-minded man, and when he was killed by someone, he only wanted to stay away from the other party, and never thought of taking his life.

Except for the evenly matched Shen Zhengze who must take revenge, as long as the time comes, he can ignore all other grievances and hatreds.

In Xie Lingjun's mind, only by killing Shen Zhengze can he be considered to have truly achieved transcendence, and only then can he be considered to have crossed a dangerous peak that made him worry about it.

When Mei Jiu heard that Xie Ling was thinking of herself, her heart softened, and those delicate and trivial thoughts surged again.

This is Xie Lingjun, even if he is called trash, he has no complaints.

At first, Mei Jiu was only interested in Xie Lingjun's appearance, but after getting along for a long time, he couldn't help developing some affection.How could she be worthy of Hufa Xie, who is high above in the Qingyang Pavilion, and she is also very satisfied to find a handyman Xie Lingjun.

It was precisely because of the affection that she was so angry when she heard Wang Lingyue say that Xie Lingjun was half-hearted.

Thinking about it now, I really broke the other person's heart.

Thinking of this, Mei Jiu was filled with guilt, she was willing to lower her haughty head, put down her figure and apologized: "If I call you a waste, you must not take it to heart, I didn't think so, I just said it out of anger. "

Xie Lingjun nodded, and said calmly: "I will never take this kind of trivial matter to heart, and please don't blame yourself, Miss Mei."

Xie Lingjun really wanted to comfort Mei Jiu, but he also really felt sorry for the dead original Xie Lingjun.

If it wasn't for the two women's fighting qi, if it wasn't for Mei Jiu's terrible speech, how could that handyman practice qi so desperately, how could he be injured by Zhao Ziqi, and how could he die?

When Mei Jiu heard Xie Lingjun's words, she was a little happy at first, but her intuition was wrong. When she recovered, she realized that Xie Lingjun's tone was no longer warm and courteous as before.

Bitterness and sourness flooded Mei Jiu's heart, a face that was expressionless and also seemed to be smiling, instantly looked like the sky that was about to rain.

"Let me help you practice," Mei Jiu said softly, "I belittled you a few days ago, all of which don't count. You have the talent for cultivating immortals, but you just lack someone to guide you. You are so similar to Xie Hufa, everyone help Don’t worry about you, if you get ahead, won’t Guardian Xie be scared when he sees it? That’s why everyone hits you and doesn’t want to help you. Let me help you..."

Xie Lingjun coldly refused: "No need. Miss Mei, please go back. I will rely on my own strength to show my sword in the apprentice competition six days later, so that others will recognize my sword."

Hearing his tone, Mei Jiu felt even more uncomfortable.

Xie Lingjun used to only coax her, but now his tone is so cold.

She wronged him and harmed him, so she has no right to vent her anger and complain anymore.

Xie Lingjun didn't want to talk any more, he just wanted to quickly draw Qi into his body and increase his cultivation base, so he said: "Miss Mei, relieve my thousand worries, I want to rest quietly by myself, thank you for your concern, please come back some other day."

Jie Qianchou sighed: "Then I'm leaving. Remember what you promised me, don't run around."

Mei Jiu wanted to say something else, but Xie Lingjun shook her head, so she couldn't speak again, so she had to go back along the way she came from.

Xie Lingjun coughed twice, quickly entered the state, and began to practice without distraction.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was already splashed with ink.

Xie Lingjun was sweating again, thinking, Liu Shaoqing had been to the hot spring during the day, and now he would definitely not go again.

Thinking of this, he took out another set of clothes.

After Xie Lingjun took a bath and changed clothes, the sky light leaked from Dongshan, and a day passed before he knew it.

He suddenly thought of Shen Zhengze outside the mountain gate, and unconsciously walked towards the mountainside.

Xie Lingjun walked down the bluestone steps step by step, looked down, but did not see Shen Zhengze.

He couldn't explain why, but there was such disappointment and anger in his heart——Shen Zhengze was only talking nicely, but he didn't take himself seriously at all; I feel guilty and just treat teasing him as a dispensable pleasure.

Xie Lingjun's blood surged, and he tightly clasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

Walking to the noon gate, a ray of skylight falls on the mountainside, and the shadows of the trees on the ground shake with the morning wind, mottled and broken.

"morning."

A familiar voice sounded from Xie Lingjun's right.

Because Xie Lingjun's mana was low and he couldn't easily use the power of his soul, even people who were dozens of feet away didn't notice it.

Shen Zhengze propped his left leg and sat under the long white stone pillar on the right side of the noon gate.

He waited for many days, and under the entanglement of regret, anxiety, pain, and all kinds of emotions, he still looked handsome and extraordinary, without any dust or fireworks.

Xie Lingjun felt a familiar longing in his heart.

--Kill him.

—Let his bright red blood splash on my long sword, and use my sword edge to cut his robe.

——Use his life to sacrifice my sword, to set off my uniqueness, to prove my way.

"One day," Xie Lingjun parted his thin lips lightly, "Shen Zhengze, you will die by my sword."

Shen Zhengze smiled, the kind of smile that puts life and death aside, the kind of smile that lets a boat float in the middle of the river at will, it is the breeze and the moon, the bright moon and the sky.

"If you want to kill me, first sharpen your sword, then strengthen your heart. If there is such a day, I will wait for you. But it is a pity that I cannot die under your sword. My life belongs to Xie Lingjun .”

Shen Zhengze turned his eyes away from Xie Lingjun and looked at the sky leisurely.

Seeing Shen Zhengze, Xie Lingjun finally understood one thing.

Why can he easily let go of Liu Shaoqing's chest-piercing sword, yet he still has a grudge against Shen Zhengze.

Although Liu Shaoqing played with his feelings, in this relationship, he was the one who was on top.It is his wish to give Liu Shaoqing equal and reasonable love; once he lets go, Liu Shaoqing is nothing.

But Shen Zhengze was different.

It can be said that Shen Zhengze is equal to his own opponent, and Xie Lingjun has no choice but to put him on the same level as himself, and has no choice but to conquer and surpass Shen Zhengze.

There is only one Shen Zhengze, and there is only one opponent for Xie Lingjun.

That's why Xie Lingjun was filled with loathing for Shen Zhengze when he couldn't see him, but when he saw Shen Zhengze himself, he felt that his loathing was nothing but imagination.

—What you have done to me, I will return to you by my sword.

Shen Zhengze patted the open space beside him, motioning for Xie Lingjun to sit down.

He asked, "Guess how I feel right now?"

Xie Lingjun remembered Shen Zhengze's smile just now, and asked coldly: "Cozy? Leisure? Pleasure?"

The smile on Shen Zhengze's face faded, and he said slowly: "Neither...my heart seems to have fallen into a bottomless abyss...but what can I do? I can't express this pain in the form, just I just had to laugh."

Xie Lingjun was startled, and his hand holding the sword was slightly loosened.

Indeed, he had never guessed Shen Zhengze's thoughts. He understood the loneliness in Shen Zhengze's sword, but he would never understand Shen Zhengze's people.

Xie Lingjun frowned slightly, and walked towards Shen Zhengze slowly and firmly, step by step, with doubts, bitterness, jealousy, and deep desire.

Shen Zhengze looked sideways, raised his head, and asked gently: "Would you like to sit down and listen to the nightmare I had last night?"

The sky light gradually penetrated the clouds, and trivial light spots fell on Shen Zhengze's forehead hair.

Xie Lingjun was bewitched and stopped beside Shen Zhengze.

The light of the sky poured down from the lush branches and leaves, hitting Xie Lingjun's thin waist.

The mottled light streaked across Xie Lingjun's slender waist, across his chest, neck, and chin, brushed against his flirtatious red lips, passed over the bridge of his straight nose, and finally landed in his trembling eyelashes.

Above Xie Lingjun's temple hair is the sunrise and sky; under his fine and slender eyelashes is the endless and deep night and ink.

Shen Zhengze said: "I had a nightmare."

Xie Lingjun thought to himself: I also just woke up from a nightmare.

"I dreamed that I killed the person I cared about most in my life."

—the one you love.

"Life is like a dream. At the beginning of the dream, I thought it was a gift from God, but unexpectedly I was trampled into mud in the end." The last smile on the corner of Shen Zhengze's mouth has also dissipated, followed by an irrepressible, Unbearable pain.

Xie Lingjun, like all good listeners, has no extra words.Because he knows that what the speaker needs is not a response from the audience, but just pouring out.

Shen Zhengze felt lost, and recalled: "I used to be too arrogant, thinking that I was the center of the world, and all people would submit to my sword, until I couldn't help but stare at one person..."

Xie Lingjun put his hand on the saber at his waist.

--kill him.

— through his body with a sword.

The author has something to say: This chapter is so well written.

A sword repairer uses a sword to kill people in order to obtain supreme pleasure.

I don't know if I have written this atmosphere.

ps. From the falling point of the light, we can see the height difference between the attacker and the receiver.