Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"Are you really voluntarily accompanying me to leave the sect?"

Fu Yaoye let go of Xiao Jianyuan, slowly stretched out his hand, and spread his palm.

The plain black dagger was dull and dull, and the blade was entwined with faint black air.

He asked again: "Is it true?"

Fu Yaoye's voice was light and ethereal, as if he didn't dare to reveal the answer.But the crazy crimson in his eyes couldn't hide his prayers and hopes, it was as warm as blood, or like a bright spark.

Xiao Jianyuan's figure sank into his eyes, as if returning to the night when the fire was burning.

The talisman paper suddenly burned, and the hard stone wall surrounded the fire, and the withered corpse of the demon cultivator burned to ashes in the fire.

He was facing a wall of fire, half of his body was reflected in fiery red, and there was someone talking incessantly next to his ear, and the last clear and crisp sound of "clang" stopped the voices in the room.

It was a dagger that fell under the stone wall.

Xiao Jianyuan looked down at the black dagger in Fu Yaoye's hand, was dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded after a while and said: "It's true."

"That's good." Fu Yaoye relaxed, lowered his head, buried his face on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "...that's good, as long as it's said by the senior brother himself, I will believe it no matter what it is. .”

Xiao Jianyuan's voice trembled slightly: "I didn't lie to you."

"You can't hide it from me." The magic breath surged behind Fu Yaoye, and Xiao Jianyuan watched them pouring out of Fu Yaoye's back, "You undo the puppet art for me, we can't continue to stay here."

Fu Yao paused and asked, "Why?"

"Brother, don't you want to stay here with me?"

His hands gradually tightened, Xiao Jianyuan endured the pain, endured the silence, and slowed down his voice: "Fu Yaoye, listen to me, the magic breath here is too heavy, let's go out first, shall we..."

He was being hugged by Fu Yaoye, and he couldn't see Fu Yaoye's state at all. He could only hear his angry voice interrupting his words: "Not good!"

Fu Yaoye suddenly became irritable, with a sullen tone: "Brother, where do you want to go? Do you want to go back to Qingheng Mountain?"

He remembered that winter night, the senior brother sneaked out of the inn to meet Su Baimu, the jealousy and hatred in his eyes were undisguised, but no one saw him: "We were all kicked out..."

"Brother, you lied to them and accompanied me down the mountain together, you can't...you can't," Fu Yaoye's voice suddenly weakened again, he hugged Xiao Jianyuan tightly and kissed his neck, Muttering: "They still hurt you, but I won't...you can't go out, you have to stay with me..."

"You have obviously chosen me."

The scalding liquid dripped on the pit of the neck, burning like a brand.

It was you who decided to take responsibility for me without authorization, and it was you who left Qingheng Mountain with me... You can't let me go at this time.

He was overjoyed when he heard his brother say "I'm with you too." He couldn't believe that his brother would go down the mountain with him.

But that wasn't enough, he was too greedy.

He hoped that his senior brother could always look at him and stare at him; he would not be attracted by other things.

Just like when the senior brother just woke up in the Moyuan, he only thought of him and only called his name.

Senior brother is the real brightness of the bright moon, but how much he wishes that this bright moon is his own.

"...I made a mistake, senior brother. The puppet technique is useless. It was the last time just now." Fu Yaoye looked up at him, his posture was obviously so tough, but his demeanor and tone were almost begging: "Senior brother, don't you?" I'll change whatever you like, I can bring you whatever you like, as long as you can stay with me here, there is no one else in Moyuan, no one will bother us..."

Xiao Jianyuan looked into his eyes without saying a word. It took a long time before he stretched out his hands and slowly covered his hands holding his shoulders.

"I'll accompany you." He said awkwardly, saying every word: "I will accompany you."

"but not now."

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly used his right hand to grab the black dagger in Fu Yaoye's hand, urging his spiritual power to break it.

Black devilish energy gushed out from the broken part of the dagger, and was quickly swallowed by the huge black mist in the devil's abyss.

With the exception of the dagger blade, it turned into a talisman with a shining blue light.

Fu Yaoye lowered his head slowly, looked at the talisman attached to his chest, his eyes were red, and he couldn't believe it:

"Brother?"

These actions only happened in one breath, Xiao Jianyuan's fingers were still touching the talisman paper, blood was dripping on his hand, dripping on Fu Yaoye's white clothes.

His face was pale and terrifying: "Don't be afraid, it's just a talisman, it won't trap you for long."

Xiao Jianyuan forced a smile, and said again: "I know..."

He was vague and refused to say what he knew, looked at Fu Yaoye and whispered, "It's just not now."

He wanted to reach out and touch Fu Yaoye's face, but he almost forgot that his right hand was bleeding, so he quickly changed his hand and wiped away the tears on Fu Yaoye's face: "Don't cry, I'll be back soon. "

"Where are you going?" Fu Yaoye was terrified, but he couldn't move, "Brother, don't go..."

Xiao Jianyuan intertwined his fingers with his uninjured hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I also lied to you."

"I have to go back to Qingheng Mountain." Xiao Jianyuan looked at his tear-filled eyes and promised, "I voluntarily left Qingheng Mountain with you. I will only go back this time, and I will accompany you everywhere from now on." don't go."

Fu Yaoye felt that he was gradually pulling away his finger, and tried his best but couldn't move it: "I made a mistake, brother, I will listen to you from now on,... I will go back with you, don't leave me behind,"

"Senior brother, don't leave me here," he said in a trembling voice with his eyelashes trembling from crying, "It's too dark here."

The fear of the previous life overwhelmed him again at this time, no one would believe him, no one was willing to argue for him...

Brother doesn't want him anymore?

"No, I don't want you." Fu Yaoye was still bound by the talisman and could not move, Xiao Jianyuan raised his face slightly, kissed away the teardrops on his chin, and then gently touched Fu Yaoye's lips, Sentimental doesn't look like a qualified kiss.

He whispered: "Wait for me to come back."

Xiao Jianyuan couldn't bear to look at Fu Yaoye one more time, turned his head and walked a long way, only to realize that he didn't know the way at all.

The system went online quietly: "You just left him there?"

"No way," Xiao Jianyuan sighed, "I won't undo that spell either, it will break automatically in about three or four hours."

"What do you think?" the system asked coyly, "you, you really made up your mind, you didn't just coax him?"

Xiao Jianyuan was silent for a while, and said, "If I don't die."

The system beeped twice, and hurriedly said: "Then you have to get out quickly, Jiao Zhengqing and other fairy gates are up there."

Xiao Jianyuan looked up at the dark Mo Yuan, gritted his teeth: "How do I get out? How can he choose a place so well!"

Before the system could speak, it was startled by Xiao Jianyuan's startled scream: "What!"

Something wet arched Xiao Jianyuan's fingers, causing him to take a few steps back in fright.The thing followed, its warm snort proving that it was alive.

Xiao Jianyuan thought of something, bent down and reached out to touch it, and tentatively called: "Chengfeng?"

The spirit beast let out a low growl, and arched his hand with its furry head.

Xiao Jianyuan looked complicated: "When did he release you?"

The system interrupted: "House, pets, environment... Wow, it seems that he has everything ready, and you just need to pack your bags and move in."

"...Shut up." Xiao Jianyuan sighed, touched Chengfeng's head, and said to it: "Go back and accompany your master."

The spirit beasts recognized as masters are very close, they can communicate with their masters, and they can understand orders issued by familiar people.

Xiao Jianyuan wanted to grope forward again, but was bitten by the corner of his clothes by the spirit beast and dragged him in another direction.

An adult black clouded leopard was very strong, Xiao Jianyuan didn't dare to hit it, and it didn't work to threaten it, so he had to be forced to walk with it for a while.

Chengfeng dragged him around for a while, Xiao Jianyuan gradually found that the magic breath was fading: "This direction is the exit?"

No matter how smart Hei Yunbao was, he couldn't speak out, so he led him straight for a while, and then let go.

Xiao Jianyuan squatted down and came over, hugged Chengfeng's neck and touched its ears, and said in a low voice, "Good boy."

The black clouded leopard's eyes and sense of smell were very sensitive. It watched Xiao Jianyuan leave before blinking its dark red eyes.

The black clouded leopard's eyes returned to their bright yellow color in an instant. It licked its fur and turned back into the darkness.

The wind in the snowy field had already subsided, Xiao Jianyuan wrapped up the wound hastily with his right hand, and was about to hold his sword, when he suddenly saw a pool of blood in the snow in the distance.

He hurried forward, just a few steps away, and he found obvious signs of fighting nearby.

Going forward, the scene is even more shocking.

Moxiu's severed arm and stump were frightening, and the magic weapon that was broken on the ground could no longer be seen as a world-renowned artifact, and the fragments still had a faint light.

Master He Guang's clothes were torn, and his whole body was covered with purple-black veins. He knelt on the ground with his hands on the hilt of his sword, and he was silent.

The same sword repairman, Xiao Jianyuan couldn't bear it for a while, wrapped him in a robe and placed him in the snow.

A piece of sleeve was exposed from behind the rock, with familiar patterns embroidered on it, Xiao Jianyuan's eyelids twitched, and he walked over in a daze.

Zhong Yurong was covered in blood, his fingers were blurred, all seven strings on the guqin were broken, and the body of the guqin was also scratched.

She was bleeding too much, Xiao Jianyuan didn't dare to touch her, and shouted over and over again: "Elder Zhong—"

When Zhong Yurong moved her fingers, it was heart-wrenching pain. She half-opened her eyes and said angrily, "Okay, stop shouting, you're not dead yet."

Xiao Jianyuan looked at her injury, at a loss: "Elder Zhong, you... Who else is here in Qingheng Mountain?"

"Also, Su Baimu." Zhong Yurong gritted her teeth and spurred on the last bit of spiritual power. Before the token completely appeared in her hand, she dared not touch it because of the pain.

The old token, still stained with blood, fell into the snow.

"This is...the order of the elders," Zhong Yurong panted, and spoke as clearly as possible: "Leave me alone, take it back, Jiao...he has returned to Qingheng Mountain, stop him, Master Dong..."

The pain swept over her whole body, but she finally failed to hold on and passed out.

The candle flame danced slightly, and Dong Changying's eyelids trembled, and she couldn't help but clenched the crutch in her hand.

Wu Chen sat under the stage, frowning silently.

"There has been no news from Xuanzhen Temple for two days, why don't you go back and have a look?" Dong Changying said heavily.

Wu Chen bowed his head and made a verse, saying: "The task of the poor monk is to stay in Qingheng Mountain, not to leave for a single step."

Dong Changying stroked his sleeve expressionlessly, and said, "In that case, I'll go back first, and little master will stay at Changxi Peak for me."

But before he took a few steps, a disciple suddenly rushed in: "Elder!"

Elder Dong pressed his eyebrows and said, "Why are you in such a hurry!"

The disciple panicked: "The demon cultivator has already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and..."

He suddenly exploded: "And let me kill you!"

Holding a sharp knife in his hand, he directly attacked Dong Changying's face!

The Demon Subduing Pestle suddenly appeared and penetrated the disciple's body.

"Heh..." The disciple's body was filled with black mist, but a voice changed from his mouth:

"Changying, long time no see."

Dong Changying walked quickly to the outside of the hall, hit the crutch hard, and shouted loudly: "Seal the mountain formation, get up—"

Wanzhang Qinghui soared from any corner of Qingheng Mountain and gathered at the top of Changxi Peak by coincidence.In a short time, the formation that has lasted for thousands of years to seal the mountain emerged from the ground with complex lines, which also converged on the peak.

The shimmering light shines, bright as day for a moment.

The disciples from all peaks went together outside the main hall of Changxi Peak as they obeyed the call.

"Lu Ziyuan took his disciples to guard Changhui Peak, but there was no one on Changhua Peak, so send 100 people to defend the formation..."

Dong Changying glanced over and asked, "Where are the disciples of Changyan Peak?"

No one answered.

Yan Li looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother Li!"

Dong Changying suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang Yanfeng.

The oppressive black mist poured out from the Changyan Peak, and was constantly impacting towards the Fengshan Formation, and the wailing of the spirit beast came faintly.

Dong Changying couldn't believe it: "Li Yuanbei?"