Xianjun has a disaster

"Han Ying?!"

Ji Xueting called out that person's name.

The man standing in front of Han Zhichun was thin and thin, blocking Ji Xueting's sword energy straight away, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, his complexion turned pale like a ghost, but his figure was the same as before, calm as a rock.

"Are you OK?"

Ji Xueting frowned slightly, and rushed to the side of the two of them.

Even with just a casual glance, one can see that it was not easy to break out from the many walking corpse attacks at the foot of the mountain. Now there are cracks visible to the naked eye on Han Ying's scabbard, which looks miserable.

"I'm fine." Han Ying said, holding Han Zhichun tightly with one hand, as if afraid that her younger brother would run away from him again.

"It's just...it's just killing them again."

He added later.

Ji Xueting crossed him, and in just a moment, he reached out and patted the afraid man's shoulder lightly.

"It's just writing about walking corpses, how can it be called 'killing again'."

He said coldly, while speaking, Ling Cangjian drew a clear and agile light in the air, chasing that despicable and shameless ghost who could even use his companions as a shield.

Of course, being a ghost itself has nothing to do with words like being upright.

But I don't know if it's Ji Xueting's illusion, he always feels that the ghost he met today seems to be more disgusting than the ghosts and ghosts he has encountered in the past.

...Maybe it's also because he kills other demons and ghosts as soon as he kills them, but the masked ghost in front of him has clearly been chased by Ling Cangjian, but he can always slippery and slippery at critical moments. Get out of the way.

Moreover, other monsters will not be as talkative as that thing.

"Oh, oh, Ji Xianjun is too cruel, didn't you agree to let me make amends?"

The man grinned to himself and said inexplicably.

While Ji Xueting was concentrating on fighting with him, on the other hand he was secretly observing the movements of the other people present. Now that he heard his glib tone again, he finally lost his patience.

"I don't know what this ghost is secretly planning, but I think it shouldn't be a good thing..." The fairy in white in the field suddenly withdrew his sword, and at the same time he smiled and turned his head very calmly. Said quietly to the corpse not far from him.

And that corpse was exactly the corpse of Yan Ke, who had been separated from his head by his sword without changing his face in the illusion.

"I need to ask Shangxian to help me, and get rid of this thing as soon as possible."

Ji Xueting said again.

"Hey you--"

As soon as these words came out, the figure of the ghost in the field, who had been leisurely and contented, suddenly paused imperceptibly.

At the same moment, following Ji Xueting's words, the fingers of the young man who was dead no matter how he looked at him suddenly trembled on the ground, and immediately after that, the headless corpse started to wriggle on the ground.There are countless slender shadows wriggling in the dirty blood under the corpse.And the man's slender and pale arms groped the ground for a while, and then slowly picked up the severed head, accompanied by the dark shadows and tens of thousands of snakes that were constantly wriggling under the man's feet, He stood up, pressing his head back on his neck awkwardly.

The red marks on the boy's neck were still there, but his dark eyes had slowly opened.

He looked directly at the ghost in the field who was crazily changing his figure like a swimming fish. His indifferent gaze seemed not to come from the fairy king of the heaven, but to heal the demon under the abyss.

"it is good."

Yan Ke...

In other words, Tianqu responded softly to Ji Xueting's almost shameless request for slacking off.

Following his whispers, the shadows instantly spread across the sky, only turning the entire world into darkness.

"This is... victory without force..."

Just like what happened in the darkness last night, this time Ji Xueting still didn't see clearly how the ghost died.

But one thing is certain, probably because the ghost destroyed the disguise and named his identity, so Tianqu tortured the corpse of the ghost in silence, making it even more miserable and ugly.

Even with Ji Xueting's current level of ruthless cultivation, he couldn't help but frown when he saw the wreckage of the ghost at first glance, and turned his head in disgust, not wanting to see more.

Speaking of which, Tianqu Xianjun probably only spent one part of his mind on chasing and killing the ghost before, and the remaining nine parts were all on Ji Xueting's every move, and now he has noticed Ji Xueting's extremely subtle disgust , He immediately lowered his hands and slowly moved a few steps to the side, using his body to block the ghost's corpse.

He is shaking.

The panic caused by his identity being revealed made him not even know how to move his fingers. He was at a loss and felt that his every move was in danger.

【Axue—】

Tianqu read Ji Xueting's name in his heart.

【Axue, I didn't do it on purpose, I just didn't dare to appear in front of you. 】

His lips were closed for a long time, but he never made a sound.

And Ji Xueting never spoke from the beginning to the end.

Tianqu stood where he was, his heart pierced like a knife, and after mustering up his courage, he managed to raise his eyelashes slightly, and looked at the person in front of him tremblingly...

But he found that Ji Xueting had already turned around and went to investigate the situation of Han Ying and Han Zhichun after getting up.

Han Ying was hugging Han Zhichun, the latter's figure was almost collapsed, he was lying in his brother's arms, only fear and helplessness in his eyes.

Ji Xueting walked over, and after a glance, his eyes darkened.

Although I don't know what the ghosts did with Han Zhichun, but it can be guessed that it is no longer a day or two for him to create the scene of Yingcheng in the past with illusion and puppet control techniques. ", the consumption of the caster is terrible.

Even if Ji Xueting hadn't broken Han Zhichun's illusion several times afterwards, he probably wouldn't be able to last long.

The person lying in Han Ying's arms has long been exhausted, leaving only an extremely weak shell still barely supporting it.

"Zhichun, why? Tell me, why is all this?"

With Han Ying's experience, it is impossible for him not to know this, but at this moment, the former great swordsman just gently stroked Han Zhichun's cheek, and kept asking those meaningless words.

At first, he was a little annoyed when he asked, but gradually, Han Ying's voice became gentle and soft.

It was exactly the same as when he was helpless and patiently talking to his stupid younger brother who was born with mental retardation.

【"Yanyan, why don't you say that your temper can't be better? If you are born with a bad temper, I don't look like you? When you talk to Xiaochun when you are at home, you don't talk to Xiaochun in a gentle manner, and you don't have any anger?" 】

【"Brother Ji, am I not angry? I can't help it! Really... that... If the tone is too strong, Zhichun will be afraid.】

【"what?"】

【"He's not as smart as other people, and he can't tell the priority of things from good to bad, so if he's afraid, he'll be afraid for a long time...Can you stop looking at me like that? Your expression is disgusting now." 】

……

Ji Xueting put away the Ling Cang sword, looked at the pair of brothers in front of him, and recalled the conversation with Han Ying a long time ago when he was out on a trip.

It's just that Yingjie, a young man in the past, is already old now.The younger brother in his arms was still coaxed very well by him.

"Brother...you, don't cry... Xiaochun just wants...brother...don't cry."

Han Zhichun's eyesight has gradually become lax. He was originally mentally incomplete, and now it is even more difficult to tell the ins and outs of the matter.

Ji Xueting sighed, stepped forward and half knelt beside him.

He intercepted a section of spiritual power from his own spiritual veins, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Han Zhichun's wrist, and was about to send the spiritual energy into his body so that he could hold on for a little longer, but he didn't want his fingertips just touched it. Touching Han Zhichun, the spiritual creature on his chest trembled suddenly.

"Well--"

Ji Xueting let out a muffled snort, and immediately after that, a blurry image slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

In a trance, Ji Xueting only felt that he had turned into Yingshan itself, which stood on the land of China for hundreds of millions of years.

"He" passed the extremely long years without sorrow or joy... "He" silently watched the changes in the world...

"He" saw that under the instigation of a vague-faced Taoist, the people of Qingzhou used despicable means to leave behind the divine beast Hong Xing, which should have been unfettered and traveled thousands of miles a day.

"He" watched that Hongxing turned into a woman, crying every day in the mountain, and then was rescued down the mountain by an uninformed traveler in a mistake.

The departure of the sad beast made "he" feel a little relieved, but after some time, "he" found that a city appeared in his embrace.

Weak creatures began to gather, "he" didn't care...

Until one day, "he" suddenly felt the aura of the divine beast Hong Xing who was supposed to be free again.

Only this time, the aura of the divine beast became extremely muddy and weird.

Yingshan woke up again, and "he" noticed the child—it was the child born between Hongxing and human beings.

Because the most noble and the most ordinary blood flowed in his body at the same time, he seemed out of tune with everyone around him.

After the silent Yingshan confirmed that the mixed blood of Hongxing and humans had returned to the mountain, he returned to the previous silence.But this time, "he" still couldn't rest for too long.

Soon, the "something" that made "him" feel uncomfortable appeared again.

Even though the appearance... and the body had already changed, "he" would not mistake that filthy smell.

It is the "Taoist".

The "Taoist" who encouraged the people of Qingzhou to imprison Hongxing once again returned to the mountains.

Yingshan resisted it almost instinctively, but...

It was like a poisonous seed that fell into the soil, began to germinate little by little, took root, and then multiplied.

Yingshan could feel that he was starting to get sick.

……

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three years ago--

Inside the secret passage of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Brother, brother, let's go together, let's go."

Han Zhichun was wrapped tightly, he raised his face, and looked at his brother in front of him in a daze.

"Xiaochun, be obedient."

Han Ying put her hand on Han Zhichun's head and rubbed it lightly, as if the man in front of her was still the ignorant child who was under his sleeve.It's just that Han Ying's hand, which is always steady because of sword practice, trembled violently when it fell on Zhichun.

Han Zhichun looked at Han Ying in confusion, he was clearly mentally incompetent, but a look of fear gradually appeared on his face.

"Brother, let's go—"

He reached out and grabbed Han Ying's sleeve, shouting incoherently.

"Hey, Xiaochun, this time my brother won't go with you. My brother... will look for you in the future, but this time, my brother will stay in the city and be with everyone."

Han Ying took a step forward and hugged Han Zhichun tightly in his arms. He was so hard that Han Zhichun struggled not long after.

"My lord, the time is almost up."

Behind the two, a group of people also wearing black robes to conceal their whereabouts, issued a panicked reminder.

This reminder seemed to have awakened Han Ying, and he backed away abruptly, pushing Han Zhichun directly into the man's hands.

"Zhichun is ignorant of human affairs and has a wild nature, so I entrusted him to you. After escaping from Qingzhou, you take him to the Han family in Jiangnan, and show my secret letter and seal to the Han family. Naturally, there will be serious concerns. reward."

Han Ying forcibly cheered up and said in a deep voice.

Then, with the flickering fire, he looked deeply at the pair of people in front of him—the staghorn plague was spreading, and these people were the people who had not been infected by the disease with all his efforts.

Thinking of her future plans, Han Ying felt pain in her heart.

In a city, only these few dozens of people can survive.

The only luck may be that among them... there is Zhichun.

At least Zhichun can survive.

And these people, even the people of Qingzhou, should be able to spend the rest of their lives safely when they arrive at the Han family.

This is the only thing he, the incompetent lord of Yingcheng, can plan for them.

Thinking of this, Han Ying stopped hesitating, and ordered the group of people to leave the city through secret roads. He had already made arrangements for the border blockade, so he had to arrive on time.

It's a pity that other people are eager to escape from this hell on earth as soon as possible, but Zhichun tightly grabs Han Ying's wrist and refuses to leave.

"Brother, let's go—"

He didn't know why, so he could only repeat this sentence over and over again.

Two lines of tears slowly fell down the corners of his eyes, and he was already crying.

"Xiaochun."

Han Ying smiled miserably, leaned down, and touched Zhichun's forehead lightly.

"obedient."

He said.

He cast a stun spell on Han Zhichun, and as soon as his body softened, he passed out.

Among the people, there was a strong and strong man who immediately picked up the idiot to please him, and quickly walked into the secret passage.

Han Ying stood at the entrance of the secret passage, watched Han Zhichun's figure gradually disappear, and slowly clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves.

Then he also turned around and strode towards the city of Ying.

【"Brother, let's go—"】

In a trance, it seemed that Han Zhichun's shout came from the wind again.

Han Ying's shoulder shook, but he didn't look back after all.

It's just that Han Ying never expected that the sleeping curse he cast on Zhichun's forehead was too gentle.

Not long after the fleeing group left the city, the foolish Han Zhichun struggled to wake up.

Realizing that he was no longer in Yingcheng, under the darkness of night, Zhichun had something called a premonition in his heart... If we say goodbye today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see my brother again.

Han Zhichun went crazy.

The idiot of the Han family who had been pampered and raised by Han Ying for more than ten years, didn't know the dangers of the world at this time, and only knew how to go back to find his brother crying.The unstoppable tears and crying made the whole group tremble with fear and panic.

Even though City Lord Han had already promised them that he had already closed the city, they were still afraid of the "ghosts" in this city who behaved weirdly, looked terrifying and had a violent temper... Even if those people were their relatives and friends a long time ago, they were already afraid It's going to kill me.

He was afraid that if Han Zhichun continued to make such a noise, people would find out their whereabouts.

Let them... go back to that purgatory again.

"No, no... This man is too tough, I can't bear it anymore."

After blocking Han Zhichun's mouth, he only walked half a mile carrying him who was struggling wildly, when the man suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and threw him to the ground.

"After all, this is the younger brother of City Lord Han. He is indeed an idiot. Alas... Really, why did City Lord Han let us bring a fool..."

Everyone gathered together and looked at Han Zhichun, who was full of snot and tears. When he was helpless, someone in the crowd suddenly reminded him: "If we continue to delay like this, we may miss our journey. If we don't arrive at the border in time , and then it is really sealed in Qingzhou territory, then—"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly trembled and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Yeah, that's not the case, City Lord Han should be able to count—"

Some people tried to make it back, but the previous person responded: "Then who knows? Anyway, if we really don't catch up, we will all be finished."

……

Everyone fell silent.

A moment later, Han Zhichun was bound and thrown under an old tree.

The people who had promised to take care of him in front of his brother stepped forward, pushed a strong man out, and knelt down beside him tremblingly.

"Hurry up, time is of the essence."

Someone was muttering carefully.

【elder brother--】

Han Zhichun didn't know that the catastrophe was coming, so he cried and crawled on the ground, only thinking of crawling back to Yingcheng to find his brother.

But he didn't want a stone to hit him suddenly and smash him to the ground in an instant.

He shook his head, and his vision gradually became blurred in the severe pain.

[Brother, it hurts so much. 】

He whimpered, stuck his fingers into the soil, and crawled forward a few more steps.

Then the stone fell again.

"Are you dead?"

he heard someone ask.

"No, I don't know..."

"Then smash it a few more times, and smash your face, otherwise, no matter if he runs back or if the body is found, it will be a trouble in the future..."

The stone fell.

Han Zhichun's world became dark.

【elder brother. 】

【Brother, I'm with you. 】

【Brother, let’s go together——】

……

"poor thing……"

In the darkness, it seemed that someone was gently stroking his broken and incomplete body.

"Anyway, there are half of Hongxing's blood, alas, forget it, let's just use it..."

Zhichun couldn't understand a word that person said.

Only the man's last question was heard by Han Zhichun in his heart.

"Master Xiaochun, do you want to go back and be with your brother?"