The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Fu Sheng found out that Zi Sang Junyan suddenly stopped leaving, so he also looked back.

"What are you looking at?"

But seeing Zi Sang Junyan stopped there, there were not many pedestrians on the street, but there was no one in his sight, only a tree of flowers.

Red and white, it seems to be a magnolia.

Because just now when the kitten fell down, it broke the flower branch.

Fusheng sighed lazily, Zisang Junyan is really a strange person, he is the prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty, but he is the heir of the Heavenly Dao of Yu Luo Xiaotai, a person who cultivates the ruthless way, has few desires and calm temperament, but has a special attitude towards living creatures and plants. warmth.

Fu Sheng stood there, doing nothing, watching Zisang Junyan caressed the flower branches with his fingers, unleashed his cultivation and spiritual power to mend the broken part, still the same as when he came, with a calm face without many waves, and continued to walk forward.

On the long street, people come and go, but it is empty, only the magnolia flower is withered and gone.

Ye Tan caught the petals and stored them in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He followed them neither far nor near.

Zi Sang Junyan has already succeeded the successor of the Heavenly Dao, and he is performing a mission with Fu Sheng who has not yet become the Nine Ministers.

This place belongs to the boundary of Jiuling Tiancheng, the frontier city of the Zhenyu Dynasty, and the border between the cultivation world and the mortal world, and the monster race.

There are many monks who have just come to the mortal world. At first, they have to live in this city and learn to survive in the world of cultivation.

This is the most chaotic, but also the most inclusive place.

Fu Sheng was in this city when he first came to the cultivation world.

The scope of Tiancheng is huge, like a country within a country. Although the city lord is an immortal official belonging to the Zhenyu Dynasty, there are still many sects in the city. The sects determine their relationship with the city lord's mansion according to their strength.

There is a fairy sect called Qingwu Pavilion in Jiuling Tiancheng. This sect is all craftsmen who refine weapons. The number of people is small but the strength is strong. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even the city lord's mansion dare not provoke them.

At some point, the owner of Qingwu Pavilion has reached the Dzogchen stage of Mahayana.

The Qingwu Pavilion, which had run rampant in Jiuling Tiancheng by relying on magic weapons, became even more domineering.

There are few people in the Qingwu Pavilion, so the materials needed are also few, but on the contrary, the road of weapon cultivation requires continuous refining, and only through the tools can one improve one's cultivation.

There is a huge demand for materials for refining equipment, and general equipment repairers are not short of money, because the sales of the refined equipment can fully support them to buy new materials.

However, Qingwu Pavilion is different, they want to make money even though they don't know how to trade, they simply monopolize the auction house and directly sell the artifacts they refine at high prices.

Jiuling Tiancheng is originally located in a remote place, and there are not many high-level monks. After the price is too high, even fewer people can buy it.

Ordinary sects would rather go to other Tiancheng than spend several times the price to buy things from Qingwu Pavilion nearby.

Although, the actual price is not far from buying directly at Qingwu Pavilion with the time and cost spent, but monks have their own tempers, and they would rather take such trouble than be angered by Qingwu Pavilion.

Qingwu Pavilion couldn't pay back its capital, and needed a lot of materials to refine weapons, so it simply threatened the sects in Tiancheng with force to do business with them.

They found that such brutal direct buying and selling was much more effective than buying and selling with all their heart. They intensified their efforts, and they simply didn't spend money on raw materials, and directly bought the mountain tops for mining.

But even if you get a mine, it will require a lot of manpower to mine.

As a result, the ordinary monks in the entire Jiuling Tiancheng suffered, especially the monks who had just come from the mortal world and had no family, no sect and no foundation. out door handyman.

Even a talented swordsman has to be trapped in the fields and hills, planting spiritual fields for the people in the Qingwu Pavilion, mining and digging stones, and even hunting monsters to obtain materials.

The utensils refined by Qingwu Pavilion are extremely powerful, and they put those utensils on the necks of these low-level monks to completely control them.

Even if some monks want to secretly cultivate and accumulate strength to resist, these artifacts will continuously absorb their spiritual power.

When Zisang Junyan and Fusheng came to the boundary of Qingwu Pavilion, they were quickly discovered.

Facing the people who came to rescue them, the controlled monks had no choice but to raise their weapons to Zisang Junyan and the others under the control of the magic weapon.

No matter how unwilling they are and how much hatred they have in their hearts, they can only point their swords at Zisang Junyan and fight for those who control them.

Ye Tan sat on the mountain gate of Qingwu Pavilion, watching from a distance.

The entire mountain was full of people, monks who were controlled by artifacts and rushed towards Zisang Junyan.

Those people were wearing gray clothes, and Zisang Junyan's black was extremely conspicuous.

He kept approaching the mountain gate of Qingwu Pavilion at a predetermined speed, no matter how many people blocked this road, they could not stop his footsteps.

Fu Sheng followed him at first, but later got stuck in the crowd, Zi Sang Junyan's footsteps were so fast that he couldn't keep up anymore.

Fortunately, those people were ordered to stop Zisang Junyan, and not many people besieged Fusheng.

Zisang Junyan got rid of thousands of monks and broke into the gate of Qingwu Pavilion alone.

The ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion, the Dzogchen monk in the Mahayana period, was already waiting there.

"People from Yuluo Xiaotai? Want to arrest this old man and go to Biluo Mountain?" The patriarch of Qingwu Pavilion was calm and calm. After watching for a while, he found that only Zisang Junyan was alone, "Only you? It's just a mere Yuanying."

Zisang Junyan stood there, neither happy nor sad, his eyes were calm, without any fierce killing intent.

"Since you're here, stay here. Get up!"

The utensils that rise from the ground, every piece of ground in Qingwu Pavilion is raised, and every brick and stone of the entire school is like a magic weapon that can be attacked.

Zisang Junyan looked past the other party and looked at the palace behind him.

Yetan stood inside the door, looking at him quietly through the glass window.

The Qingwu Pavilion is like a huge magic weapon that can rise from the ground, capable of both offense and defense, flying high in the sky, and the eaves and pillars of the halls all change into ferocious beasts, roaring towards Zisang Junyan.

The monks on the ground looked up, and some took the opportunity to struggle to remove the magic weapon on their necks.

Some were controlled by Yujian to fly into the air, and they wanted to attack Zisang Junyan.

Fusheng had already prepared to stop them on the ground, release his spiritual power to draw a formation in the air, trap these monks inside, and isolate the manipulation of Qingwu Pavilion, so as not to be used as cannon fodder to block Zisang Junyan.

The magic weapon of the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion was continuously released, and the sound of heaven and earth aura exploding in the air continued.

The spiritual power of the magic weapon hit Zisang Junyan densely at the position where Zisang Junyan was. The moment the explosion rang, Zisang Junyan's figure suddenly became very faint. When the smoke dissipated, he still stood at the original place, as if he hadn't moved.

Until all the utensils were demonstrated, the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion was breathless, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Why are you okay? Who are you?"

Qi Xiu doesn't have any special abilities. When all the magical weapons are used up, he can only use all means to escape.

But the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion did not escape. When Zisang Junyan appeared in front of him, his eyes widened: "You must have some powerful defensive magic weapon, is it god-level? It was given to you by Yu Luo Xiaotai Is it? Let me take a look, I want to take a look. Is it a magic weapon from the Transcending Tribulation Period?"

His face was pale, and he didn't believe that the magic weapon he was proud of was useless in front of this young man, and he didn't believe that there was a magic weapon more exquisite than himself, but he couldn't make it.

But there was indeed nothing on Zisang Junyan.

He stood there sluggishly, as if the meaning of existence was gone.

Zisang Junyan looked at him quietly: "The magic weapon you made is very good."

Yetan looked at Zisang Junyan from behind the door.

It's not that he's fine, and it's not that he really stood there motionless, he just moved too fast, and every time he evaded was very small, he just avoided the target.

There was no extra emotion on Zisang Junyan's face, and he said calmly: "Qingwu Pavilion has controlled thousands of monks for a hundred years and served as handymen in the outer sect. Among them, nearly a hundred monks died of resistance. The heavenly book orders you to be sent to hell Do you agree?"

"Hey." The ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion let out a strange laugh, "I know, I know who you are, you are the heir of the Heavenly Dao, you are Zi Sang Junyan? Are you law enforcement for the Heavenly Dao?"

He laughed loudly, his laughter was cold: "I don't admit it, why should I admit it? Did I kill people? I haven't killed a single person! I'm just refining tools, I only refine tools, and I only deal with utensils. What crime?"

Zisang Junyan looked at him, staring at him for a few moments, his eyes like cold pools made people freeze there unable to move.

Ye Tan knew that he was looking at the karma and fate of the other party.

The other party smiled nervously: "It's not me, it's God, it's God who wants them to die!"

Zisang Junyan raised his hand, and the spiritual power in his hand condensed into a black and slender short knife, like a thin and dull stele.

His expression and hands were steady, without hesitation or stagnation.

Fu Sheng rushed over and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't kill him! He doesn't deserve to die."

Not only Floating Life, but also many enslaved monks also came.

Some of them, together with Fu Sheng, pleaded for mercy for the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion.

"He really didn't kill any of us. He was so obsessed with refining weapons that he became obsessed with refining. Those people under Qingwu Pavilion did it."

"Forget it, if you kill him, the entire Qingwu Pavilion will cease to exist. Jiuling will be in chaos."

When those people were talking, Zisang Junyan's hand only paused at the beginning, as if he was listening to them, but also as if he didn't hear them.

The dark and dull blade instantly slashed across the neck of the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion, and his fingers grabbed the primordial spirit who had escaped from the Lingtai.

A shocked expression appeared on Fu Sheng's face, and he remained silent.

As if nothing had happened, Zisang Junyan found a key from the storage bag of the corpse, and annihilated the manipulation instructions on it inch by inch.

The controllers around the monks' necks suddenly opened and turned into ordinary iron rings.

But, no one is happy.

Fu Sheng sighed, his brows and eyes looked lazy and couldn't bear it: "There is a reason why Qingwu Pavilion behaved like this. He was not the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion from the beginning. He was just an ordinary weapon cultivator. Deceiving and controlling slavery. He has been living a miserable life until one day he has mastered the magic weapon and killed those who controlled him with the magic weapon he made. He became the owner of the Qingwu Pavilion. Because from the very beginning People treat people like this, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with seeing these people being locked up. The cultivation world is sorry for him. He never took the initiative to kill anyone, so he shouldn't be punished so severely..."

Zisang Junyan's expression was calm, neither happy nor sad: "He knows, he knows that it is wrong to lock people up, because he himself has been locked up, he knows better than anyone else, and he also knows that some people die because of resistance, he just not give a damn about."

Fu Sheng was slightly taken aback.

What happened next shocked Fu Sheng even more.

The freed monks stood there silently, looking at them and Zisang Junyan with hatred.

At first some people expressed their gratitude to them, but it was quickly stopped by others.

"You don't need to thank him, do you know who he is?"

"Who is he?"

"I heard that he is Zisang Junyan."

"Zi Sang..."

Everyone's expressions changed, becoming subtle, cold, and hateful.

Fu Sheng was puzzled and asked them why.

"He should have come to save us. Isn't he the Law Enforcer? Why did he allow this man to enslave us for more than 100 years?"

"What's the use of him coming now? In 100 years, more than 100 people died..."

"Zisang, Zisang... the person who enslaved and tortured the ancestor was a member of the Zisang royal family."

"Qingwu Pavilion dared to do this for 100 years, not because the city lord of Jiuling Tiancheng let it go, and the city lord of Jiuling Tiancheng didn't dare to control it because when the ancestors were enslaved, the city lord of Jiuling Tiancheng turned a blind eye , he is afraid of being angered by the ancestor."

"It was the people of their Zisang royal family who forced a genius weapon repairer to go crazy. The ancestors were people like us. They were tortured and enslaved... desperate, so they became what they are today. Now someone from the Zisang royal family finally came to clean up What a mess, killing a guilty victim to make us feel grateful?"

Fu Sheng never expected that things would be like this.

Even if he felt that this tool cultivator didn't directly kill people, he was still a victim in the past, so he wouldn't be able to dissolve the hell realm, die and disappear, and not enter reincarnation.

However, no matter what, they shouldn't let the Qingwu Pavilion enslave them, but instead put all their resentment on Zisang Junyan who came to save them.

But each of those people felt that they were right. The fault was not in Qingwu Pavilion, but in Yu Luoxiaotai, who had let Qingwu Pavilion come to clean up now.

They believed that the one who killed those hundreds of people was not the Qingwuge patriarch who had gone mad and had the same tragic experience as them, but the Zisang royal family who created the patriarch in the first place.

And because they only knew that that person was from the Zisang royal family, they couldn't blame that person, and pointed their finger at Zisang Junyan, who was both the law enforcer of heaven and the prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty.

Fusheng had never seen such an absurd thing, people didn't blame the Qingwu Pavilion who directly oppressed them, and were even willing to intercede for the culprit, but people justifiably resented the person who saved them.

Because, he came too late.

Because saving them was what he was supposed to do.

Because, he shouldn't let this happen.

"Are you crazy?" Fu Sheng looked at them, "Have you been brainwashed by them? Even if he is the crown prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty, it is impossible for him to predict that someone will do such a thing, he can't be blamed... "

But those people are more sensible than him: "Since he is the prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty, the injustice of the Zhenyu Dynasty, the evil of everyone in the Zhenyu Dynasty is his evil! It is his injustice! Otherwise, why should he accept the imperial court? "

Fu Sheng was speechless.

"As a law enforcer of the law of heaven, he allowed evil deeds to occur in the realm of comprehension. These evil deeds are his evil deeds!"

"The ancestor didn't have anyone to save him back then, and he didn't get the justice he wanted. Today, he came to punish the ancestor. This is not justice that treats everyone equally, it is not fair!"

Looking at them, Fu Sheng realized that Qingwu Pavilion's control was still there, and someone was taking advantage of troubled waters to secretly guide these people's thoughts.

But if they don't think so, even if someone guides them, it won't help.

Fu Shengcai didn't feel too much pressure during the siege of thousands of people, because he knew that with his son Sang Junyan around, they would definitely complete the task.

At this moment, those people obviously didn't attack them, they just spoke coldly.

But he felt that he was in a kind of indescribable horror, a kind of absurd but real humanity.

He couldn't help looking at Zisang Junyan. Those people didn't target him, because he was neither a law enforcer nor a member of the Zisang royal family. uncomfortable.

Zisang Junyan, Zisang Junyan was still the same as ever, with a calm face and calm and rational eyes, as if none of those voices entered his ears.

Whether he is resented or grateful, he is indifferent.

Zisang Junyan walked forward.

After the battle, in the bumpy Qingwu Pavilion Square, someone stepped back to make way for him.

Some young children resentfully tried to attack from behind.

The child may not know why, but because the adults said so, he also thought so and acted.

Zisang Junyan ignored it, and only appeared in front of the opponent at the moment when the opponent approached, and the opponent fell heavily to the ground, bleeding.

Cry and curse.

Fu Sheng looked at everything in front of him, feeling numb.

Zisang Junyan walked to the crumbling hall.

"What do you want to do? That's the treasure collected by the master for refining weapons! Could it be that you are pretending to save people, but you are actually trying to rob my Qingwu Pavilion?"

Zisang Junyan ignored it, and as soon as his finger touched it, the door and window fell down.

Behind the door and window stood a man.

The red-clothed snow-haired man, with jade-colored quiet eyes, looked at him gently.

After the young man locked up with a pile of refining materials appeared, the noisy world full of paradoxical logic and resentment slowly fell silent.

Everyone is looking there.

That person is beautiful, that beauty does not require any modification, he does not need any expression, does not need any charm, he does not even need to do anything, it is already enough to make anyone feel suffocated.

The moment they saw Him, people seemed to realize that the world was strange.

The sky is so dark and cloudy.

The air is so oppressive, cloudy, cloudy.

Why are they filled with hatred?Why are they so upright?Seeing him, but suddenly feeling a sad self-loathing?

It's like, facing the unattainable beauty in the world, you start to look at yourself and your heart.

They didn't feel that what they said was wrong, but they felt sad when they thought that what this person looked into their eyes reflected despicableness, madness, or any kind of bad existence.

It's like once thought that I would be the favored son of heaven, and finally despaired of the fate I couldn't control, the life I couldn't reach, and the inability to become the person I wanted to be, sinking into the mud, covered in dust and sadness.

They accuse Zisang Junyan of resentment, what is the resentment?

It is the fate that knocks them down and tramples on them, it is jealousy.

People don't resent the dark swamp that caused them to fall into the mud, and even want to excuse it, but if they see a high god passing by and easily pull them out, people will resent the god.

Because, they originally thought that they also wanted to become such gods.

They can struggle hard, but they can't accept it. The hell they think, no one can escape from the impasse, and in some people's eyes, it is just a small puddle.

If you admit it, it's like the undead supporting the dead bones realize that they are dead and can no longer exist in the light.

But that person looked at them, like a emerald clear lake, reflecting them calmly and limpidly.

A group of frightened skeletons had no choice but to dodge hastily under the sudden light.

Yetan didn't look at them, he was looking at Zisang Junyan.

Stretching out the wrist tied with the fairy rope towards him, watching him quietly and tenderly: "Thank you."

Like a victim thanking those who came to save him.

No one thanked Zisang Junyan, so he wanted to thank him.

Zisang Junyan: "I didn't do this to be appreciated."

Ye Tan looked into his eyes and said softly: "I know. I just want to say thank you."

Zisang Junyan looked at His eyes slightly narrowed, like the sun falling into the deep pool of eyes, and the moonlight scattered in the long summer night.

Ye Tan's emerald eyes are quiet and gentle: "At this time, you can say, yes."

Zisang Junyan lowered his eyes, untied the fairy rope from his hand, and hummed lightly and indifferently.

……

Fu Sheng and Zi Sang Junyan walked in front, constantly pretending nothing happened, and carefully glanced back.

Zisang Junyan walked calmly, maintained the established speed, and looked ahead without distraction.

But he knew that someone was following him not far or near.

That clear gaze is very light, like the breeze in early spring, like the floating light in the afternoon, like the moonlight over the lake.

Like all the gentle moments in this world.

"Is he a demon?" Fu Sheng whispered, "He wants to break your ruthless way."

Zisang Junyan glanced at him.

The cold and calm look in his eyes made Fu Sheng feel that he was thinking too much.

They are resting on the mountain road.

Although Fu Sheng is already a Nascent Soul cultivator, he still retains his life habits as a mortal. He goes fishing by the river and cooks food.

Zisang Junyan was standing on the high place of the mountain, where there was an elm tree, he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes.

The direction of the sun and wind is just right.

Ye Tan stood in front of him, stretched out his finger, and shook it lightly.

The amber sunlight fell through His fingers on that handsome and quiet face, as if flowing silently.

Zisang Junyan's eyebrows twitched.

But the man said, "Don't look."

Ye Tan looked at his face intently, every inch of his face was his favorite.

Of course, he also hopes that Zisang Junyan likes him as much.

But He said, "Don't look."

Zisang Junyan really closed his eyes, his face was neither happy nor sad, neither waves nor ripples, no matter how gentle it was, there was no trace of emotion.

Ye Tan: "Ask me, why you can't watch."

Zisang Junyan said calmly, "Why can't you watch it?"

Ye Tan was quiet and docile: "I don't want to break your ruthless way."

Zisang Junyan paused, raised his eyebrows, and opened his eyes.

Ye Tan reached out and covered his eyes.

He frowned slightly, and said softly: "Why do you open your eyes? I can't, break your ruthless way?"

If he said yes, he was a little bit sad.

Even Zi Sang Junyan, who had never met Him, could not accept it. Zi Sang Junyan might not like Him.

Although, he was not a person who would like people, Ye Tan would also be sad.

However, Zisang Junyan said: "I don't practice the way of ruthlessness."

Ye Tan was startled slightly, he doesn't cultivate?

"Heavenly preachers, don't they all cultivate the Supreme Being and forget their feelings?"

Xuan Ye will fix it.

Zisang Junyan calmly said with a clear voice like the Dao of Ruthless Dao, "No one told me, I have never practiced."

Yetan: "In the future, don't you want to cultivate?"

Zisang Junyan hummed lightly.

He has always acted indifferently, even if he is indifferent, it makes people feel very cold. He never speaks harshly, but his actions are more decisive than anyone else.

"You can let go."

Ye Tan didn't let go, he said softly, "Ask me."

Zisang Junyan said flatly, "What are you asking?"

Ye Tan: "Ask who am I?"

So, Zisang Junyan asked patiently and softly in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

Ye Tan's finger fell slowly, and along with the finger's fall, was his answer.

"I am... your flower, the person you want to like in the future." The emerald eyes curled into quiet and gentle arcs, soaking him like a lake under the moon, as if they would disappear after dawn, "Your future, Will love me like I love you."

He looked at him quietly and blinked: "Can you, like me now?"

He frowned sleepily, his eyes slightly empty: "I already like you very much now."