The protagonist of the book is blackening

All kinds of Chu Jinran.

It was as if he had been dragged into a certain void world. He could only be trapped in a small | cramped space, and he could only be forced to look at the past that he didn't want to recall.

The world is spinning, and it seems to be back to the beginning, where it all started.

He was kicked and punched on the ground, and the man in white clothes walked slowly in the shadows, the sun shone on his face, making him dazzling like a god.But he was covered in filth, curled up under the shadow of others, cowardly and inferior like a maggot.Such a sharp contrast made him feel ashamed, but he couldn't help being attracted to that person.

Su Che didn't want to admit it but had to admit it, his heart has been beating for Chu Jinran since then.It was as if, as if he had been bewitched by something, so that his eyes, his heart were filled with only him.Others are like dust to him from then on, not worth a single ounce of that dazzling person.

He watched how the man subdued those local hooligans in twos and threes, and how he gently helped him up.But his body couldn't help trembling because of that person's approach, that person's initiative to approach... At that time, he was even afraid that he would stain that person's immaculate white snow suit...it would make that person, make that person despise him...

ridiculous!

Really funny!

If he goes back again, he must, must rub all the filth all over his body onto that person!He must, must destroy him... destroy his new white clothes... destroy him!

He roared in his heart, like a ferocious and violent beast, the invisible chains around him tightened instantly, and his consciousness was in severe pain, as if he had been scalded.This had to make Sucher stop struggling.

He turned around and looked coldly at how Chu Jinran destroyed the medicine to threaten him. Su Che sneered, but felt a little pain in his heart...Why?Why do you want to do that?He was at a loss for a moment: Even if the man coldly said to make himself his slave in exchange for him saving his mother, he himself would probably agree... and he agreed without complaint or regret.But why did he destroy his medicine?Ruined all his hopes then?And then revived his hope of destruction... What does he think he is?Let him play tricks on the dogs! ?

Su Che was thinking in a daze, feeling grief, anger and despair in his heart. He almost numbly watched how the man healed his mother, how he gave him food, how he taught him how to write, how he taught him mantras, how he gave him How to carefully apply medicine to his wound, how to teach him how to practice the sword, how to take him to the sky with the sword, and see Yuyang City at night... There are so many things, but he broke down and cried.Sucher didn't even realize that he was crying, he just felt something slipping down his cheek, it was cold and painful.

He roared violently and struggled unbearably, ignoring the pain of burning his consciousness, but the dream had already progressed to the second half: the man admitted without hesitation that he had killed his mother, and at that time he was almost heartbroken. Like dead ashes, but because of his hatred for him, the will to live is revived.In the end, it was climbing the ladder, that person... that person took the initiative to carry him, regardless of the pain of Qiandao Lingchi...

His face was twisted ferociously, and his huge and sharp fangs were exposed. Sucher hissed, not noticing the roar that shook the sky as soon as he opened his mouth.Many Chu Jinrans surrounded him, the cold one, the gentle one, the cruel one, and the kind one.Casual him, meticulous him.When he was thinking, he was in a daze.He is flying when practicing swords, he is quiet when writing... many, many!Many, many!Can't drive away!You can't go away even if you roar!

He yelled frantically.

Then kill it.

A small voice spoke in his heart.

Kill it.

Then there will be no more pain.

Kill it.

You will be relieved.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill them all!

Kill them all... all of them.

Suche suddenly stretched out his huge fangs and sharp claws, and the agile and vigorous animal body suddenly broke the invisible iron chain.

Kill it.

A smiling Chu Jinran was crushed under his palm.

Kill it.

He bit off the man's head.

Kill it.

He breathed out flames and burned them all.

Yes, that's it!

The voice said again: Kill!kill quickly!Kill them all!

He did.

Finally, when Su Che woke up, Chu Jinran only saw a cold blue light in his eyes.

Sucher smiled at him:

My good master, are you ready to receive my flame?

***

The monk in white led them through the teleportation formation in the White Jade Palace, and then took them with their swords, through a hazy and dreamy mist, to the Lingxiao Palace.

What is the real Lingxiao Palace like?

Looking down from above, you can feel many swords.

Tangible and intangible.Peaceful and full of killing intent.Quiet, manic.

In the end, the friar in white led them to land on the square of Lingxiao Palace.

The square is hexagonal, and a gigantic sword is inserted in the middle, reaching straight into the sky. If you look up from the bottom up, you can't see the handle of the sword. This sword has existed for many years.It was there decades ago.It was there hundreds of years ago.Even thousands of years ago, it was there.

Its blade is so sharp that it can kill a god in an instant; its blade is so bright that it can blind people's eyes;

Can.That was all thousands of years ago, and now the sword is blocked by many iron chains, and after decades of wind and rain, its power has long been weakened.

But even so, Chu Jinran and the others who were newcomers in the Qi refining period still had to kneel involuntarily when they encountered this sword.

Therefore, the monk in white led them around, and walked into the Soaring Heaven Palace, a solemn and solemn palace located directly in front of the giant sword.

As soon as he entered, many eyes shot at him one after another.

Chu Jinran looked up, and saw two dense crowds of people gathered in this hall, and there was no end to it at a glance.The hall is tall and wide, and from here you can only see a piece of darkness, but no matter how wide the hall is, it has been occupied by people at this time.The jade walls on both sides of the hall are covered with many swords in sequence. The shapes and colors of the swords are different. There are bronze-colored ones engraved with ancient runes, some red-colored ones that burn, and some ice-blue swords surrounded by a circle of swords. Circles of water... but there is no difference in that the temperament of these swords is cold and ruthless, which makes this tall and wide palace decorated mainly in blue, black and white even more depressing.

At the front of the hall is a white jade platform, high enough to overlook the hall, and there are straight, cold and slippery stairs leading to it on both sides.But the swords on the walls on both sides finally converged in the middle of the jade platform, and converged in the temple of heaven that was constantly burning with blazing fire.

There were two empty swords flying in the altar, one was black and the other was white.These two swords obviously also divided the hall into two parts. At this time, all the disciples of Lingxiao Palace were dressed in snow-white clothes and lined up neatly and solemnly on both sides of the roof.But there was only one person on the stage that day, a white-bearded old man who was dressed in a dark blue fairy robe and thinned into a long sword.

He nodded to them, and then said: "Come here." Only this voice echoed in the tall and wide hall, reflecting to everyone through the cold and hard walls.

Incomparable authority, incomparable solemnity.

The friar in white led them over very seriously.

Under Qianjiren's eyes, some new disciples turned pale and tried to calm down.Some had weak calves and staggered almost to the ground.Even Chu Jinran was a little uncomfortable, so he looked straight at the two black and white swords in the Temple of Heaven that were sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated, completely ignoring other people, immersed in his own world middle.He's always been good about that.

"Don't be afraid." As if feeling their nervousness, a round-faced monk in white comforted: "They are welcoming you."

Someone looked at him with sweat profusely: "..."

"Uh..." The round-faced monk said with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Is it considered an investigation? You don't pay attention to them, this group of people is very bad, and they also experienced such battles when they entered the Lingxiao Palace. Some people almost peed their pants. They lost such a big face, so naturally they have to make up for their psychological imbalance, don’t you think so?”

Although the round-faced monk's words did not make them laugh, they effectively relieved the tension of the new students.

"Where are those swords?" Suddenly a clear voice among the 30 people asked.

This voice immediately attracted the round-faced cultivator. He looked at the handsome young man with the usual expression, and asked in a low voice, "What sword?"

"The sword hanging on the wall." Chu Jinran said concisely.

"Oh...those..." The round-faced monk's tone became a little sad: "They are all swords that have lost their masters."

Chu Jinran was slightly surprised: "Their master is dead?" Just by looking at the momentum of those swords, one can tell how extraordinary those people are.

"Yes." The round-faced monk's tone was a little low: "People in Lingxiao Palace are addicted to swords. If they lose their swords, they lose their dignity and their lives. Everyone will be killed." Look down on them. That's why they won't throw their swords lightly...no matter how dangerous it is."

Chu Jinran went straight to the point: "The Lingxiao Palace doesn't recognize those who lost their swords as disciples in the palace?"

The round-faced monk chuckled, as if a little surprised, a little helpless: "Yes."