I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

Although he kept saying that he wanted to kill these two traitors and eliminate harm for the common people, but after seeing them fall into this weird abyss, He Zizhuo still felt his heart empty at that moment.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down blankly, the wind blowing up from the valley made his clothes messy and his hair dancing wildly.

Yan Yu, who was sealed by Shu Lingjia, still fell on the ground beside him, and the other monks also returned to normal. Looking back on the anger and hatred just now, it was like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it. be yourself.

I was still in a daze in my mind, but at this moment, something happened again, and there was a moment of silence around me.

After a while, a few disciples came to their senses and went up to persuade He Zizhuo.

As soon as they came to the side of the rift valley, they felt evil thoughts pressing on them, their chests felt tight, and they almost wanted to vomit out, so they quickly mobilized their true essence to protect their bodies, and only then did they feel a little better.

A disciple endured the discomfort and said carefully: "Master, the two senior brothers would rather die than listen to persuasion. It is because they are too stubborn. Everyone is very regretful..."

He Zizhuo came out this trip to look for the whereabouts of Yan Yu and Luo Xiao. In order to prevent the disciples who had made good friends with him from covering up, all the people he brought with him were not close friends with Luo Xiao, Shu Lingjia and others on weekdays, and they were eager to make meritorious deeds. A promoted outer disciple.

Only such a person is the most able to do his best to serve him.

Seeing Luo Xiao and Shu Lingjia's accident at this moment, they didn't feel much sadness. After the anger provoked by Yan Yu dissipated in their hearts, they began to think about how to find an excuse to whitewash this matter.

After all, so many people besieged the two wounded princes of the Demon Race. It was really unreasonable. If it was said that they themselves refused to listen to the persuasion and jumped off the cliff to seek death, it would be more pleasant to say.

But He Zizhuo didn't approve of his words, he looked down deeply, and after a while, he said: "I can't die."

The others were startled when they heard this.

He Zizhuo didn't say anything more, but he knew the temper of the two apprentices in his heart.

Shu Lingjia is an unyielding character, even if he has his last breath left, he will not give up his life easily, while Luo Xiao is naturally cunning and deceitful, even if he goes to a dead end, he has to come up with ten or eight ways first Counting the enemy's death together.

It was not their style to jump down so easily.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly took off his saber and threw it towards the top of the valley. The long sword was hanging in the air, He Zizhuo flew up, and rushed down the valley with the sword while everyone exclaimed.

The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and many evil thoughts invaded his heart, whispering softly, He Zizhuo felt that there seemed to be a strong suction under the valley, luring him to go deeper.

This suction is not only physical, but more like a pull on the soul. The deeper it goes, He Zizhuo feels that the whispers become clearer.

"I think back then Ling Xiao was the number one school of swordsmanship, how powerful and prestige it is! There are no [-]% or [-]% of the sword records in the world based on Ling Xiao, and it is a veritable source of ten thousand swords. But look at today, since the split, But it’s getting worse every year.”

"Now the Heart Sect and the Qi Sect still belong to the Lingxiao Sect, but the longer the two sides have been separated, the less they will be able to unite. If they cannot be reunited within a hundred years, there will be no chance."

"Then the incumbent head has become a sect sinner?"

"Even if something happens unintentionally, it is a catastrophe that will affect the entire cultivation world. Although it will take a great risk to seal this devil, once it is done, the prestige and status will keep up. Therefore, no matter what you pay There is no price to fail."

"This matter should be what my generation did. As long as the goal can be achieved, anything can be sacrificed."

"Zong Wuxin...has he been sealed? Can he be sealed, and can he be sealed to fulfill the selfishness of the whole world?"

"If you want to ascend, you should let go of all desires, be clear-minded, selfless and ruthless."

"Could it be that wanting to ascend is not a desire?"

"Why do you want to ascend? Is it to save the people and bless the world?"

"No, I don't love all the people, nor do I love the world. I want to live forever, and I want to ascend to the top and become a fairy, so that I can be the best of the world."

He Zizhuo couldn't tell whether it was the murmur from the valley or he was talking to himself.

Jealousy, unwillingness, anxiety, longing... Along the way, the young man determined to be a hero of the Guangyao sect, but he didn't know why. unintentional things.

The more you want to get it, the more you are forced to give it up.

He found that the evil thoughts in the valley were still afraid of the orthodox and orthodox immortal aura on him at first, so they dodged and restrained a little, but before he knew it, they had completely surrounded his body, and countless turbid qi were floating around him. It poured into his body like flowing into the sea.

He Zizhuo frowned, raised his hand and slashed out a sword energy, slightly dispelling the evil thoughts, but what puzzled him was that, instead of making him feel uncomfortable, these turbid energy seemed to have fueled his strength, which was different from his The spiritual power merged together without any exclusion.

He Zizhuo was puzzled, but instinctively felt that this was not a good thing, and was about to find out, at this moment, he felt a huge devilish energy erupting from the valley, blasting out heavily!

This power is so powerful that it instantly counteracts the suction force at the bottom of the valley, soaring into the sky, straight up to the sky, as if carrying supreme anger, and the threat of a god is coming.

Even He Zizhuo was involuntarily drawn into the air wave, and clearly felt the mutual resistance of the two forces.

The long sword under his feet flashed with light, like a helpless boat in a huge wave, and the magic power was more powerful to expel hatred, making it difficult to discern the details.

He Zizhuo drew an arc in mid-air, did not resist forcefully, rushed straight up along with this force, and returned to the ground.

He shouted "Everyone get out of the way", and he also retreated a few steps back. Just when he stood still, he heard a loud bang, the rocks collapsed, and hit the two sides with a crackling sound.

The valley mouth of this valley suddenly became more than ten feet wider.

Someone asked in surprise: "Master He, what happened just now?!"

He Zizhuo shook his head, even he himself didn't quite know that neither Shu Lingjia nor Luo Xiao should have such a strong demonic energy in their bodies.

But the powerful force just now did not appear when the two of them fell, and it just frightened him, as if it was specially protecting them and cutting off his pursuit.

Not knowing how this mysterious force appeared, He Zizhuo was also full of doubts at the moment.

However, because of the incident of the evil thoughts entering the body just now, coupled with many unknown circumstances, He Zizhuo temporarily gave up the idea of ​​further in-depth exploration of the root cause.

But since there are so many evil thoughts accumulated below, it doesn't look like there is an exit. As long as Shu Lingjia and Luo Xiao are not dead, they have to come up.

And seeing the protective intention of that devilish energy, He Zizhuo believed even more that the two of them were fine.

He Zizhuo instructed his disciples: "Arrange a hundred people, set up a large array of Tianzun to destroy demons, surround the exit of the entire valley, and guard them in shifts day and night. In addition——"

He cast his eyes on Yan Yu on the ground: "At least this time we have achieved our purpose of finding it, and it's not like we didn't gain anything. Bring him here."

Immediately, two disciples took orders, stepped forward to bend down, and were about to set up Yan Yu.

However, before their hands touched each other's clothes, they felt a phantom in front of them, and suddenly there was an extra person.

The two felt an invisible pressure approaching. They took two steps back and took a closer look. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him looked gentle and handsome. He was wearing a dark green brocade robe, and his features became more and more lively. Guang, with a sword at his waist, is tall and tall, and his clothes are flying like flying.

He looked quite young at first, but there was inexplicably a kind of majesty unique to a person in a high position, which made people dare not make mistakes.

"Who are you driving?"

This "honored driver" is naturally Jing Feitong.

Before that, Jing Feitong followed the black shadow and went straight to the west, passing through the layers of floating clouds, he could only see the green hills looming, and the surrounding dots of spiritual light like fireflies, floating in the air.

Jing Feitong felt a little strange feeling in his heart, he had never been to this place in his impression, but he had a faint feeling in his heart that there should be a tall spiritual mountain in front of him, standing among the white clouds.

But chasing all the way, this intuition that has been fulfilled several times in the past has failed.

Seeing that black shadow plunged headlong into a cluster of swirling clouds, Jing Feitong followed him with his sword, and when he saw another scene behind the cloud, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

——The mountains are crumbling and the ground is cracked, and there are broken bricks and tiles everywhere. There is no Lingshan Temple here, only ruins.

Jing Feitong picked up a piece of broken tile from the ground, looked at the pattern of golden lotus and auspicious clouds on it, and suddenly realized where it was.

Western sky.

Back then, he and Shu Lingjia had practiced at the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, but what happened later, Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia each lost their memories of this period, and the former Buddhist holy place also disappeared.

Then, when he gradually remembered some of his past when he was studying art, he also sent people to search for this former teacher's school everywhere, but they were all fruitless like a peach blossom garden. He didn't expect that he would come here today by accident. He never thought that what he saw before his eyes turned out to be such a scene.

But... it might not be a coincidence.

Below is the earthquake of the demon clan, demonic energy and evil thoughts disperse from the ground, and above is the surging cloud of the former site of the Western Heaven, which makes people wonder whether there is any relationship between the two.

And even if the Western Paradise has collapsed now, the pure and holy aura of the Buddhist School of the past still exists, if the black shadow that ran out of the ground just now was some kind of evil, how dare it flee towards this place with all its might?

The Demon Race, Xitian...these two places are irrelevant no matter how you think about them.

Jing Feitong became more and more suspicious as he thought about it, and walked forward through the ruins all over the ground.

Some catastrophic disaster must have occurred here. With the degree of building collapse and ground subsidence and fragmentation, ordinary fighting or intentional damage cannot achieve this level.

But even though the place is destroyed, after so many years of being left unattended, many plants and flowers have sprung up here, and the broken bricks and tiles are full of vitality. Still joy.

Jing Feitong didn't want to step on the things here. During the operation of his spiritual power, he didn't step on the dust on his toes, and he walked a little out of thin air, looking around all the way, and secretly corresponding to the scenes in his dream.

If you look carefully, you can still see some familiar outlines in many places, especially the soft grass and flowers drilled out of the ruins, and the dead trees with new branches. Hang around in a trance.

Suddenly, Jing Feitong paused and bent down to go, only to see a faint light shining from under the broken tiles.

He pushed aside the fragments and found a piece of talisman carved from sandalwood. Because of the blessing of the carver's spiritual power, it was so rare that it was preserved intact for so many years.

Jing Feitong picked up the talisman seal, looked at the back first, and saw that there were three words "to Senior Brother" written on it, which was exactly Shu Lingjia's handwriting.

Even such a common sentence, when seen in this kind of place, has an unreal feeling like a world away, which made his mood agitated.

Jing Feitong's fingers trembled slightly, and he clenched his fist before turning the other side of the talisman over.

There are still three large characters in seal script, the handwriting is exactly the same, and the "pig-changing charm" is engraved.

Jing Feitong: "..."

At the same time, he was angry and funny, as if a young man in front of him raised his head with a smile, put down the carving knife in his hand, held a talisman between his fingers, and waved it triumphantly in front of him.

"It's finally done! Brother, it took me a lot of effort to research this talisman! Don't you envy me for turning into a fox, how about I help you too?"

Jing Feitong thought he was doing something serious, looked down and couldn't help laughing: "Why a pig? I want to be a fox too."

Shu Lingjia said: "You're picky, you can get what you want, and we won't return it! Do you dare to take it?"

Jing Feitong smiled and shook his head in disgust, but reached out to pick it up, but before his fingertips could touch the pig-changing amulet, a majestic and boundless golden swastika suddenly fell in the distance.

The talisman fell from Shu Lingjia's fingers, and his slightly astonished face quickly faded into black and white, and disappeared into the air in a blink of an eye.

Jing Feitong couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab it, but he caught the bleak breeze.

All the old jokes disappeared, and the vivid past seemed to come to an abrupt end at this moment, and then it was forever frozen in the rushing time, with no future.

Jing Feitong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if his brain was boiling all of a sudden, if not for his resolute character, he might faint from the pain on the spot.

Jing Feitong pressed his forehead hard, and the scenes from the past flooded in and flashed in his mind.

He remembered everything.

Those years of being in love, the time you can't hold, the old dreams that are deeply dusty.

The conflict of spirits when they first met, the promise of life and death when they were together...

The heart at the time of parting is like a knife, and the pain is unbearable.

From that day on, everything in the world dimmed into a blurred background, all the colors in the world faded into black and white, all the voices died away, and every moment of those once overwhelmed with joy also became Scars that dare not be uncovered.

Everything is ruined, the only thing engraved in my heart, ignored or forgotten, is the pain of loss, which is always with me.

The surroundings were silent, but the ground was still in ruins, Jing Feitong tilted his head slightly, and a tear fell from his eyes suddenly, and landed on the word "pig".

Raised teardrops magnified the word, as if mocking his stupidity.

Once, there was nothing in his heart. He had no feelings, no desires, no love and no resentment. Wherever his eyes looked, there were only a hundred generations of time, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

And because of love, resentment, hatred and fear arose. The relationship between the two of them is like a seed that fell into the heart quietly without knowing when, and it took root before it sprouted, and then grew up slowly, blooming trees and flowers , to fill the whole heart.

But no matter how luxuriant the flowers are, they will wither one day.

If that tree is pulled out from the heart, it will lose blood and die, but if the root of love is cut off, you can only watch the flowers wither and wither, leaving a huge hole in the heart.

They obviously had such an intimate and happy time, but he would forget it all, and meet again without knowing each other.

If I could think of it earlier and go to find Shu Lingjia earlier, maybe there would not be so many twists and turns and pain later.