Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Quiet...too quiet.

In the dead and dark room, the ethereal sound of blood dripping on the water surface was extremely clear. Beads of round and jade-like essence of blood melted into the pool water, flipping its soft and elegant long tail like smoke, twisting its body, and scattered the terrifying color in it. , one drop... the whole pool of clear water was dyed blood.

Si Ye hummed an unknown tune, and filled the edge of the pool with lit candlesticks, reflecting the beautiful picture drawn by the man with his blood and body.

He knelt down, put his hands on the edge of the pool, and looked up at the man, as if a devout believer finally saw the god he believed in in a vision, stretched out his hand when he was dying, and prayed for the mercy of the god.

Jun Ziyou's consciousness was almost pulled out of his body, he was awakened suddenly, he opened his heavy eyes with difficulty, and saw a hand grabbing the corner of his blood-stained clothes.

Si Ye is like a humble dead person, when he first died, he still refused to let go of his desires in the world, begging the guides in Huangquan to lead him to find a way to return to the world.

The man let out a feeble sob from the depths of his throat. To save his strength, he simply closed one eye and said with a smile, "Don't pretend... those who don't know think I'm the one who committed the most crimes and killed you. Xianxin pretends to be pitiful, why don't you help me plug my nose... I'm going to be confused by the smell of my own blood."

"Why are you not afraid of death? You obviously have someone you love deeply, and relatives you can't let go of, and you have nostalgia and reluctance for everything in this world, but why are you not afraid of death?"

These words were like some kind of joke, which made Jun Ziyou laugh out loud, and finally opened his eyes reluctantly, fluttering his thick and slender eyelashes lazily, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

He asked back: "Lin Xici, my biological father, Mr. Lin, was he afraid before he died?"

Si Ye seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and just shook his head.

The man smiled and said: "Yes, he is not afraid, because the wife and children he cares about have escaped the danger as he wished, and there are reliable and trustworthy people to complete his plans and unfinished business for him. And he himself There is only the remaining pain caused by injuries, for him, the pain of death is only a moment, but what he gets is eternal comfort, and he can make money without losing money."

With a slight tremor in his breath, he moved as close to Si Ye as he could under the restraint of the shackles, as if he wanted to wipe the cold sweat from the tip of his nose on his face, he breathed out a breath of cold air, and blew his forehead that blocked the man's eyes. hair.

"Master Si Ye, I don't know what you have gone through to have such a deep and insurmountable darkness in your heart, but you believe that although I am imprisoned, you are the poorest among us."

"Why! Why do you still pity me when you are down to this point, why!!" Si Ye yelled hysterically, "Why... you are all the same, you are exactly the same as him..."

Having said this, Si Ye was hoarse, and Jun Ziyou was at the end of his strength, and he hung his head powerlessly, unable to speak any more.

The dark room returned to dead silence, so quiet that only his faint breathing could be heard. Si Ye moved closer, stepped into the pool, stepped on the blood-red pool water, and stretched out his hand towards the man.

He wanted to touch his face, his lips, his neck, to feel the temperature of death.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a cold sharp piercing, but he didn't feel the pain yet, it just forced him to hover in the air, unable to get close to that person.

Immediately afterwards, his blood also dripped down like running water, vying to be the first to drip into the water, far more abundant than that person.

"Of course the biological ones are similar, don't you agree? If you don't accept it, go and have a pair, and see if you have such a good life." Xiao Beicheng walked over with his torn sleeve, wiped the dried blood on the back of his hand, and muttered disapprovingly : "Young people don't talk about martial arts, and they tear people's sleeves when they fight. Who taught them? What the hell."

He reacted as if nothing had happened, he couldn't tell that he was the one who threw the flying knife and hurt Si Ye just now.

Gentleman You, who was pretending to be asleep, laughed "chucking" until he was out of breath and coughed. He raised his eyes and glanced at him with difficulty. The moment their eyes met, everything became clear in his chest.

"It's just a broken sleeve, so it doesn't count as wronging you?"

"It depends on who you are with. I won't be happy if half of the sleeves are torn off by crooked melons that don't know how to taste. Do you know how much this black gold cloud pattern jade python robe costs? Thousand taels, gold, compared to yours back then." The meal money owed to the palace is more than ten times higher."

Seeing these two people flirting, Si Ye's face turned green, he jumped up in anger, and shouted: "Shut up!! I didn't ask you to come and talk about love! King Jin, you are broken Damn my good deed!"

Xiao Beicheng turned his head reluctantly, and glanced at him faintly, "I haven't said anything yet, but you can't wait. All right, let's make a quick decision. It's time to go back and sleep with your wife. "

As he spoke, he pulled out the cigarette stick from his sleeve.

Just now outside, he also had a fierce battle with the minions of the Miaofa Sect, and finally got here. The weapon used to protect himself does not remember where he left it, and now only his thin body hidden in the cigarette stick remains. Blade, to be honest, he doubted that he would be able to fight Si Yadou for a few more rounds.

Almost unconsciously, he looked at his waist. There was a wound on the back of his waist that was still oozing blood, and the skin and flesh were turned outwards, looking terrifying.

Only at this time will he be thankful that he will always be dressed in black, even if his body is soaked in blood, he will not be conspicuous, but this kind of illusion can only deceive Si Ye in the early stage. After three moves, he will find that he is actually There is no ability to fight against him.

So how to subdue this difficult opponent in three strokes?

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Xiao Beicheng's mind, but in the end he couldn't find any feasible plan.

Seeing him in a daze, Si Ye seemed to have noticed the clues. He didn't seem to feel pain, and pulled out the short dagger stabbed in the back of his hand expressionlessly, looking at his wound that was still bleeding out, and remained indifferent.

"If you don't block my way, I don't bother to kill you." Si Ye threw the dagger into the water, and it was quickly submerged in blood and disappeared.

He slowly walked out of the pool, passing by the cabinet where his favorite collection was placed, he stretched out his index finger, and tapped the skeleton's head.

"I originally thought, Junziyou has been played by you and is already dirty, so it's better to use his twin brother Junzi'an to complete my masterpiece, but he is so stupid... so stupid that it makes me sick, and I don't satisfy my work. Looking forward to it, so his skin is worthless in my eyes, I can only use this gentleman with a messy body and heart to fulfill the highest ideal of life."

Xiao Beicheng smiled and said, "It's really pitiful for you to rely on others to fulfill the highest ideal of life."

The only feasible way at the moment is to delay the time, when Chiyawei packs up the believers outside and comes here, there is still a chance...

He has not pulled out the thin blade hidden in the tobacco rod for a long time, staring at Si Ye's every move, trying to find a breakthrough opportunity from the details.

However, Si Ye took out the long knife from the skeleton's arms. The murder weapon was three feet long and was forged into the shape of a sword, but it had a blunt side, which gave the knife holder a chance to change his mind when killing someone.

Si Ye weighed the weight in his hands, nodded in satisfaction, and said "Mmm..." approvingly, "Sure enough, it's a top-notch item. Using the treasured sword that Lin Xici gave me to slaughter the despicable prince who took his precious son. It can relieve me somewhat of the resistance to 'imperfect' works in my heart."

"Lin Xici? Why did he give you a knife as a present?"

"As Gentleman You said, his omnipotent biological father saw my unusual hobbies and worried that I would do harm to one party. In order to control my actions, he limited my real power and made the position of Minister of Dali Temple useless. He was sorry for me, and he knew he was sorry for me. In order to make up for everything he owed me, he bought me with a peerless sword, hoping to heal the regret in my heart, but he was dreaming."

Si Ye sketched the criss-cross scales on the blade, with an expression close to madness, "He thinks that just this small favor can satisfy everything he owes me, he's dreaming!!"

Xiao Beicheng frowned, suddenly felt strange, Lin Xici was a literati, not good at fighting, whether he found the knives himself and gave them away, or was given to him by others, it was very unlikely that he gave them to others.

Gold, silver, jade, jewelry and ancient relics are all important gifts with good meanings, why did he give him a murder weapon?

This was not in line with his original intention of wanting Si Ye to stop killing.

"Could it be that……"

Si Ye vigilantly noticed the subtle changes in Xiao Beicheng's expression. He tilted his head, slapped his palms with the back of his knife, and smiled maliciously, "Why, King Jin guessed Yue Zhang's good intentions before he died?"

"That's right, but before I tell the reason, can you let me take a closer look at this knife and confirm my guess?"

"Of course." Si Ye agreed very readily, and walked towards Xiao Beicheng with his knife in hand.

Gentleman You suddenly felt uncomfortable, and opened his mouth to stop it, but his voice was stuck in his throat, as if blocked by something, he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Wang...cough cough cough..."

He coughed so badly that Si Ye, who handed the knife to Xiao Beicheng, was moved by it, holding the knife froze, and asked in a low voice, "He's almost dying, don't you want to go and see?"

"He is dying, and so is this king. As long as this king takes a step towards him, the treasured sword left by Yue Zhang will separate my body and head, and become your soul and treasure under the sword. This king is not in a hurry Go down to find father-in-law for tea, so I have to wrong the concubine first."

"You're wrong, you won't be my collection, royal people are born with ugly hearts, you don't deserve it!"

These words completely enraged the crazy Si Ye, he swung his long knife and slashed towards Xiao Beicheng, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Although he expected this to happen, Si Ye's bravery was beyond his expectation.

No matter how powerful he is, he still looks like a middle-aged man with a normal body shape. Even if his peers at his age soak in wolfberry and Codonopsis ginseng all day long, they will still be sweating all over the body. strength.

Visually, the treasured sword weighs thirty catties. Even a young man like Xiao Beicheng dare not say that he can swing it a few times without flashing his waist. This person is too strong...

powerful?Wait... is it really pure strong?

Xiao Beicheng turned backwards to avoid the blade that Si Ye slashed at his head, and saw that the sword hit the ground under the force of gravity, smashing the thick bluestone slab with ease and sinking into it, and finally confirmed that this strange sense of disobedience was not his delusion.

That's right, Si Ye is becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was like a buffalo that was stimulated and fell into madness. His eyes were already red, the heavy breathing in his nostrils was almost turning into white smoke, and his consciousness was slowly fading.

At first, when he attacked Xiao Beicheng, he would intentionally avoid his cherished collection, cursing indistinctly, most of them were "thugs who destroy people's ideals" and "hypocrites with good looks". In the end, the more he lost control, even the curse words were replaced by howling, his hair was disheveled in the chaos, and he was hoarse, like a wild beast.

Xiao Beicheng had heard from Jiang Yanqing earlier that some insane patients looked very normal on the surface, could communicate with others, and lived a normal life. They were thin and weak, and even women could be easily suppressed, but once they became ill, they would Even two or three strong men may not be able to control it, this is the effect of mental power.

I'm afraid it's the same with Si Ye now.

Xiao Beicheng, who had escaped Si Ye's offensive for countless times, was exhausted, his wound was completely torn open, and his blood-soaked underwear stuck to the wound, sticky and sticky.

It was impossible for him to control Si Ye within a few moves, so he could only dodge between the cabinets, trying to guide Si Ye to hit the racks, exhausting his energy, but the other party was like a tireless lion, forever With a lot of energy, it is obvious that this path is not feasible. Before he can control the other party, he himself will be exhausted.

In the blink of an eye, the dark room was in a mess, human skeletons and corpse specimens were scattered all over the floor, and they were crushed into a pile of powder by the chaotic Si Ye ruthlessly stepped over.

But Xiao Beicheng discovered that when Si Ye lost his will, his intelligence also seemed to decline. When he hid in a corner, the other party was like a headless fly rushing around, unable to find his trace.

Aware of this important detail, Xiao Beicheng drew his saber around his back, trying to catch him off guard.

At this critical juncture that concerns life, it doesn't matter whether you talk about martial arts or not, the important thing is to survive.

While Si Ye was patrolling in the opposite direction, Xiao Beicheng jumped up with the knife in his hand, trying to find a breakthrough from his back, and pinned him to the ground. If he couldn't control it, he would stab the knife into the artery so as not to send him to the ground later. The execution ground is in trouble.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the change, so Xiao Beicheng leaped into the air, and when he landed, his knees rested on Si Ye's shoulders, he clamped his head with his strength, and twisted it vigorously.

Jun Ziyou has seen Xiao Beicheng's leg skills before, and he knows that if he hits this blow, even those who are prepared can't stand the twisted angle, and the neck bones can be crushed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking There was no danger, and finally escaped a catastrophe, and everyone was happy.

It's a pity that they haven't had time to be happy, and the sudden change caught the two of them by surprise.

Not only did Si Yefei not have his neck broken, even Xiao Beicheng's fall from a height only affected him by bending his knees slightly.He froze and didn't move, making it impossible for Xiao Beicheng, who was ready to fall to the ground with him, to resist.

"Quick! Quickly dodge!"

It was too late for Jun Ziyou to make a sound, seeing that Xiao Beicheng hadn't stabbed yet, when Si Ye threw him off his shoulder.

This fall was not light, King Jin was thrown into the pile of human bones, and he almost lost his breath, so that he could not die. A sharp section of the ancestor's rib that was crushed by Si Ye just now was protruding outward. Yi stabbed Xiao Beicheng's thigh.

He shrank back in pain, trying to avoid Si Ye who was running towards him crazily, but the bone was connected to the whole frame, and he couldn't pull it up at all, he hesitated for a moment and delayed the best time to get out, then jumped up Si Ye pressed his head down like a millstone, and for a while, he could only hear the sound of bones breaking one after another.

Of course, there was the horrifying sound of the bone specimen being destroyed, and the crisp sound of Xiao Beicheng's own ribs being crushed.

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~