On how abusive essays become sweet essays

The deep night covers the sky and the earth, the moon is hazy, and the town at the foot of the mountain is filled with mist, eroding the light inch by inch, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and the surroundings are silent, like a deserted town.

In the cleanly cleaned temple, the bronze Buddha statue seemed to be reflecting light, tributes were placed on the table, two bright red candles were burning, the candle flame flickered, and a gust of wind blew in.

The next moment, a man was sitting on the table, wearing a silver mask, throwing an apple with no water in his hand, wearing a bright red robe, as if stained with blood, the belt around his waist was loosely tied, and half of the skirt was exposed From the collarbone, a head of black hair hangs down, half concealed, revealing a red rope jade pendant hanging around the neck.

"Ah Kui." Xie Yi lightly parted his red lips, with the corners of his mouth tilted up in a half-smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome man - Xu Kui appeared in front of him.

"What orders does the Nine Kings have?" Xu Kui lowered his head and assumed a respectful posture.

"Crack"—a yellow book cover fell in front of him, and the man above said lazily, "Please read this book for me."

"Yes." Xu Kui picked up the book, but paused after turning a page. There was not a single word in the book. He couldn't help thinking about what he had done wrong in the past few days. Ghost King, that's why he used this method to embarrass him.

Xu Kui, who has always acted smartly, couldn't figure out what Xie Yi was thinking, so he remained silent for a while, and a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Xie Yi changed his posture and sat, with one leg bent on the table and the other dangling in the air, "But you can't read the words on it?"

After a long time, Xu Kui said: "... I would like to ask the Nine Kings to make it clear, what did this subordinate do wrong?"

With a pause on his dangling legs, Xie Yi jumped off the table, and walked in front of him barefoot. Xu Kui knelt on the ground and crawled, trembling a little.

Even though many years have passed, he still has not forgotten how Xie Yi brutally killed those restless ghost cultivators before retreating to practice, it is not an exaggeration to call it a thousand cuts.

Xie Yi stepped on the book: "I just let you read the book, what are you afraid of?"

Xu Kui's back was stiff, he weighed it again and again, and said: "Nine Kings, my subordinates didn't see any writing on it."

After a while, Xie Yi pursed his lips, bent down and picked up the book, "Are you blind?"

Xu Kui: "Subordinates are dull..."

"It's really dull." Xie Yi said, "Give me all of them."

As soon as his words fell, the ghost cultivators who were secretly observing emerged from one side after another, and instantly crowded the temple, knelt on the ground looking at each other, Xie Yi asked them to pass on the book, those who can read, read well Yes, there are many rewards.

He kept what he said. Although the ghost cultivators were afraid of him, they knew that they could do what he said, and the rewards would never be lost. The book quickly spread to the hands of every ghost cultivator, and the temple gradually became quiet. down.

With so many ghost cultivators, none of them can read the contents of the book, and all the words are all blank.

The last Ghost Xiu who received the book put the book in Xie Yi's hand tremblingly, stepped back and knelt down.

"The Nine Kings are fooling us?" A bold female ghost Xiu raised her head and said, "This book is obviously a blank sheet of paper."

Xie Yi lowered his head and sat on the offering table, turning the book in his hands, with a gloomy expression. He glanced lightly at the female ghost Xiu, and the already pale face of the female ghost Xiu became even uglier. It seemed that there was a heavy weight on her shoulders, forcing her to bend down, her spirit trembling.

"Please Nine Kings...forgive me."

Xie Yi turned his eyes away: "Forget it, since none of you can see it, it's my fault."

He pressed the tip of his index finger against the book, and the book twirled around his fingertips for a long time, Xie Yi said: "Ah Kui, go to the foot of Changyang Mountain to have a look, that dilapidated house is full of people."

"Yes." Xu Kui took the task and left in an instant, and the other ghosts also dispersed.

Xie Yi sat on the table with his legs bent, opened the book, which was placed when he woke up from retreat, and he had already read the whole book.

Why is it that what other people see is blank, but only he can see the things on it?

This is a book about gossip and rumors in the world of cultivating immortals - he thought so at first.

The whole book tells the story of the respected Lord Bai Yue and his apprentice Shen Ao, who are both high-ranking and famous in the world of cultivating immortals. Lord Bai Yue is cold-tempered but kind-hearted. Discovering his outstanding talent in cultivating immortals, he took him in as an apprentice.

Shen Ao has suffered a lot since he was a child, he has worked very hard on cultivating immortals, and due to various chances and coincidences, his cultivation has risen faster than ordinary people.

But during a certain time when he was going down the mountain to slay demons, he met a powerful ghost cultivator. During the fight, he got the support of his master and successfully wiped out the ghost cultivator. Entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and cultivated in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His master had never noticed either.

Shen Ao respects and loves his master, the master is the person who has treated him the most in his life and changed his fate, so his affection for his master is very deep, at first it was purely a teacher-student relationship.

But after destroying the ghost cultivator and lurking in his spiritual consciousness, he gradually began to breed demons in his heart, and his feelings for the master gradually deteriorated. He not only wanted to repay the master, but also wanted to win the master attention.

But Bai Yuejun is cold-tempered, with a sense of distance, even if he has affection for others, it only shows the tip of the iceberg, and he appears ruthless and cold-hearted.

Shen Ao was influenced by the inner demon and gradually went astray.

By the time Bai Yuejun realized that he was abnormal, it was already too late.

When Shen Ao entered the illusion to seek opportunities, he encountered danger. Bai Yuejun rescued him, but he was injured. Shen Ao mistakenly thought that Bai Yuejun was seriously injured, and there was no cure for him.

The soul of the ghost cultivator living in his sea of ​​consciousness also fused with him. After he knew that the master was fine, his desire for the master gradually increased, lurking in the sect, and often sneaked into the master's room at night , stood beside his couch and looked at him.

Shen Ao knew that Master hated crooked ways the most. One day after Bai Yuejun discovered his identity as a demon cultivator, he directly exposed his desire to Bai Yuejun.

At this time, his mental state was already on the verge of collapse. Sometimes he was sober and sometimes confused. After forcing Bai Yuejun, he would feel guilty and blamed himself, but as soon as the night fell, he seemed to release another demon in his heart.

That was all his dirty desires.

On the day Shen Ao's identity was exposed to the world, he took Bai Yuejun away forcefully. The injury Bai Yuejun suffered earlier to protect him has not been eradicated. Because of resistance and fighting, he added new injuries. Shen Ao knew that he could not get his heart. is about to get his people.

The two play a forced forbidden love game.

In the eyes of the world, the love between master and apprentice is already a shameless act, not to mention that one of them is righteous and the other is evil. It is widely rumored that Shen Ao deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, was unfaithful and unrighteous. Threatening to kill him.

Later, Shen Ao sacrificed himself to protect Lord Bai Yue and died in that massacre, but Lord Bai Yue went mad and trapped himself in the extremely cold snow-capped mountains, never to enter the world again.

Xie Yi didn't have to take this kind of vulgar story to heart, but unfortunately, the name of the ghost that runs through the whole text is Xie Yi.

He originally wanted to see that he was so bold to write him in this book, and he became a part of this cannon fodder, but he didn't want his subordinates, none of them could see the words on it, he looked left and right , there is no cover-up on this.

Suspicion arose in his heart, and he wanted to confirm it.

According to the book, there are ghosts and evil spirits at the foot of Changyang Mountain. Xingyun Pavilion received the news and went down the mountain to drive away the evil spirits. If it is so coincidental, then this book is still a treasure.

Xie Yi took out a bunch of fresh grapes from the plate, peeled them and threw them into his mouth. He was reading with a book in his hand, the sound of the pages turning was very clear in the dark night.

There was a thick black fog outside, and an eager figure pierced through the black fog and ran into the temple. It was Xu Kui who had just been sent by Xie Yi to investigate the situation at the foot of Changyang Mountain.

"Nine Kings, it's not good. A group of immortal cultivators came from the thatched house at the foot of Changyang Mountain. They are setting up a formation. I saw the formation. It was a bit like a gathering spirit formation. I listened to it. I heard from them that it is specially aimed at ghost cultivators, once you enter, you will not be able to get out."

"brush"--

Xie Yi's palm was hot, and the book in his hand ignited flames. His palm was burned, and he felt a tingling pain. He threw the book on the ground, and the book turned into ashes in an instant.

"Nine Nine Kings?"

"It's gone..." Xie Yi looked at the black flesh on the palm of his hand, and had no doubt that if he hadn't thrown away the book in time, his entire hand would have been scorched.

Ghost cultivators who have cultivated to a certain level can transform their physical bodies. The strength of their physical bodies is determined by the strength of their souls. Xie Yi is not afraid of open flames.

And the fire just now could make him feel a burning sensation, and it really hurt him.

Xie Yi flicked his wide sleeves to cover his hands, stepped on the pile of ashes, and walked outside the temple.

"I want to see how much they can do."

A gust of wind blew away the dust on the ground.

In the article, the orthodox monk also set up such a formation, and designed him to walk into the formation and strangle him. Some of the ghost cultivators who followed him ran away, and some died in the formation with him.

He didn't tell anyone, just came out of the closed door, the movement of spiritual energy in his body seemed to be suppressed for some reason, unable to absorb spiritual energy, if his body was used as a container, it would only come out but not in, no matter how big the container was , There is also a time when it runs out.

There was a problem with his practice.

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At the foot of Changyang Mountain, there is a thatched hut surrounded by a few young men in light-colored Taoist robes. This place is not far from the town, surrounded by open spaces, with deep weeds growing all around, it is a design Great place to trap.

At night, the black mist is shrouded, and normal people can't see anything clearly. The mist is the Yin Qi here. The whole village and town has been covered by the ghost Qi. It can be seen that the Yin Qi is heavy, but the cultivators have their own methods to pass through it. Weird foggy vision.

This place belongs to the junction point of the area covered by Xingyun Pavilion and Qingfeng Sect. Both sects sent people here when something happened. The people on both sides wore different clothes. He was dressed in blue and white.

At the border of the formation, the man stood with his hair tied up. His facial features had not grown out yet, and he had a sense of innocence, but he could already see how handsome he would be in the future. He stood at the edge of the formation with a sword hilt in his hand, looking at the people in the field, His expression is solemn, and his brows are full of righteousness.

With his five senses sharp, he concentrated on observing the surrounding situation. At this moment, there was a soft rustling sound from the weeds behind him. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and immediately turned his head cautiously.

A man emerged from the half-waist-high weeds. The man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, scratching his arms, sucking in his breath, and came out to meet his guarded look. The man said "ah" twice.

"Your own person, don't draw your sword." Xie Yi raised his hands to his chest, and tugged at the skirt of his clothes again.

The texture of this robe is mediocre, and the neckline is too small, so it is uncomfortable to wear it so tightly.

He looked at the 1.7-meter-tall man in front of him without any trace. This was the Shen Ao written in the book, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, imposing aura. The little cub was chopped off by the sword.

The formation in the book can not only trap their ghosts and monsters in it, but also has the function of "turning stars and shifting", capturing their "yin" power and transferring it to the "yang" of righteous monks, which is called "taking yin and replenishing yang".

At the beginning, the feeling is not obvious, and it becomes more and more difficult later on.

"The situation is unknown right now, fellow daoist, it's better not to run around." Shen Ao advised, he stared at his face, matching the face in memory, and the hand holding the sword hilt was not so tense.

Xie Yi edited: "Brother Dao said so."

With a slight movement of his fingertips, a cloud of yin energy slashed across the grass like a knife, cutting off half of the grass. Xie Yi sideways dodged it, Shen Ao drew his sword, looked in that direction, and when he was about to go there , hesitated for a moment, and then asked Xie Yi to take care of him here.

Xie Yi: "Don't worry, there are so many people here, if there is any situation, don't fight with them, just call them back."

Shen Ao nodded, raised his toes and tapped lightly.

Xie Yi hooked the corners of his lips, and in his hand was a storage bag picked from Shen Ao's body.

Little brother, don't worry, I will definitely seize the opportunity.

He certainly won't let this formation work, since they want to catch the turtle, it doesn't matter who will be the turtle, anyway, he won't do it.

Shen Ao followed that yin energy for a long distance, when he was considering whether to continue chasing, the yin energy dissipated, Shen Ao stopped, surrounded by trees, he looked left and right, his eyes froze suddenly.

A leg was exposed behind the tree, with thick and lush leg hair. Shen Ao walked over, and when he saw the person behind the tree clearly, he was surprised in his eyes and took two steps back.

……

"Fellow Taoist, you're thirsty, drink some water and rest." Xie Yi was among the monks of the righteous way, like a fish in water, the Taoist thanked him, took the water and took a sip.

"Hey, this ghost cultivator is really harmful. It's a good town, but now it's like a dead city."

"Yes." Xie Yi leaned against the thatched hut.

"If you want me to say, this evil devil is a heretic, he should die." The man said angrily.

A drop of water fell on the back of Xie Yi's hand, he raised his head and murmured: "It's raining."

"Fellow daoists! Get out of there quickly! That person is a ghost cultivator!!!" Fu Xun came from afar.

Everyone stood up.

Shen Ao returned with his sword and pointed at Xie Yi: "Ghost cultivator, you haven't revealed your true colors yet!"

Behind him was a weak Taoist priest, wearing a Shenao robe, who fell to the ground.

"Senior brother!"

"what happened!?"

"Little friend Shen, why are you so fierce." Xie Yi patted the dust.

Firstly, he didn't intend to cover up his identity, secondly, the decent monks felt a little weird about his previous actions, and he couldn't tell why, now that Shen Ao said these words, Xie Yi's sense of disobedience was overwhelming. It's more obvious.

"Set up!" shouted the only experienced Taoist uncle present.

The monks scattered, Xie Yi laughed, and jumped out of the encirclement, but within half a stick of incense, the monks fell down on the ground, and the Taoist uncle knelt on the ground with his sword, spitting blood, he realized that this was just now. Xie Yi approached them and did tricks on them.

"mean!!"

A man in red sat on the roof of a thatched hut with a silver mask on his face.

"Soldiers never tire of deceit, little Taoist priest, you two are very different in chess."

The formation was only half completed, and Xie Yi was trapped in it. Shen Ao raised his sword and jumped onto the roof to fight with him. Xie Yi and him were like teasing cats. Shen Ao only felt ashamed. Xie Yi kicked his chest.

The veins on Shen Ao's forehead bulged, and immediately after, he fell into the arms wrapped in snow, and the clear and clear voice of the master rang in his ears, like a stone falling into a clear spring: "Concentrate and calm down."

This voice had a miraculous effect, Shen Ao's restlessness aroused by Xie Yi gradually calmed down.

Xie Yi stood on the flat ground not far away, stepping on the gravel with his bare feet, his hands covered by the wide sleeves of his robe, he looked at the man in white who was catching his apprentice not far away, and recognized him with just one glance It is Bai Yuejun as described in the book.

Mr. Pianpian, like the delicate and cold jade, has silver hair like silk and satin, his eyebrows are as elegant as the wind, his face is as cold as the moon, clean and dusty, and the sacred and inviolable aura on his body makes people feel that white is the most beautiful. match him.

His snowman-like lord raised his eyelids and looked straight at him.

Xie Yi's blood boiled.

Wanted to… sully him.

What excites him even more is his fighting spirit. The man in front of him is very capable of fighting.

The rapier came out of its sheath, exuding a sharp edge, and unstoppably moved towards Xie Yi. Xie Yi was only a moment late, and there was a bloodstain on his face, just under the mask.

Xie Yi raised his hand, wiped the wound with his fingertips, and pressed it over his lips.

"Be careful, Your Majesty! He is the master of the ghost world, beware of his tricks!"

This reminder quickly disappeared in the fight between the two, one red and one white, intertwined, and the moves were fast and ruthless. This is a fight that will kill if one moment of distraction.

Xie Yi was consuming the spiritual power in his body, and suddenly felt something was wrong, he seemed to be able to absorb the spiritual energy, although it was very subtle, it was like a warm current rushing into the ice spring, it was not right.

He moved a beat slower, and the sword pointed straight at his front.

"Nine Kings!" Xu Kui's voice came from behind Xie Yi.

Xie Yi bent over and turned sideways, and the sword edge passed across his side of the neck. There was no pain, but left a bloodstain, no different from ordinary people.

He didn't look back: "Go away, don't cause trouble for me."

Xu Kui was one of the group who died here with him. Ghost cultivators escaped the six realms of reincarnation and went against the sky just like cultivating immortals. They died physically/bodies and could practice again, but if their spirits dissipated, they would be powerless Back to heaven, these monks obviously came prepared.

It's not so easy to leave after coming, Xu Kui was soon entangled.

Bai Yuejun didn't know why he didn't make any more moves. He stood in front of Xie Yi with his sword in his hand, his brows slightly frowned, his penetrating eyes seemed to be trapped by some problem, he hesitated for a moment, Xie Yi didn't let go of this good opportunity, but he didn't want Bai Yuejun to compare The reaction he imagined was quicker, the sword cut from bottom to top, cutting off a few of his black hairs.

Xie Yi touched his black hair.

"Little Immortal Venerable, my body/body is precious, you have caused me so many injuries, I am going to be angry."

Bai Yuejun pursed his lips, his amber eyes flickered slightly, and said the second sentence: "Why did you hurt them?"

Xie Yi also chatted with him leisurely: "You're just kidding, they want to kill me, so why don't I just stand there and let them kill me?"

Bai Yuejun: "You can't beat me."

Xie Yi raised his lips, his tone was laziness: "If you can't fight, you have to fight to know."

He was caught off guard, Bai Yuejun defended, you come and go, Xie Yi felt strange, Bai Yuejun's move was different from before, before he thought about it, the sword edge lifted his mask off, and the silver mask drew an arc in the air The line was picked up by Xie Yi in his hand.

His sickly pale face was exposed to the air, his eyes were as black as shining stones, and there were dark lines on one side of his handsome face, like some kind of mysterious rune, with a strange and coquettish feeling, he was handsome and charming at the same time enchanting.

Bai Yuejun's hand holding the sword tightened imperceptibly.

Xie Yi put the mask back on, and asked in a gentle but grim tone for no reason: "Immortal Venerable, do you still look good?"

Bai Yuejun put away his sword, red threads pierced through his sleeves, seemingly fragile, but actually tough, Xie Yi's face paled, and he dodged among the red threads, he had read about this thing in the book, it was Bai Yuejun's natal magic weapon, in that book It only appeared once in the book, and that was the time when his apprentice died protecting him.

I don't know how this immortal master used this broken thing as a magic weapon, but it was really difficult to say, after a while, Xie Yi was bound by his wrists, and just by this mistake, the red rope slipped into his clothes, Instantly bound him.

Xie Yi gritted his teeth.

Damn, this man seems to be familiar with his ways, but he doesn't remember that he fought him, maybe he fought, but he forgot, after all, he fought so many monks that he couldn't remember.

"Nine Kings!" Xu Kui shouted.

Xie Yi sent a message to him, telling him to go first and talk later.

Xu Kui weighed it over and over again, gritted his teeth and fled. It would be useless for him to stay here, so he could only send the ghost head.

Xie Yi saw Bai Yuejun take out a gourd-like thing, then watched the mouth of the gourd get bigger and bigger, and then he was taken in.

Xie Yi: "..."

It turned out that he had become smaller.

There was a lot of space in the gourd, and there was a fragrance of peach blossom wine. Xie Yi sat cross-legged in the gourd, not in a hurry.

This immortal is a bit suspicious.

He turned around in the gourd, but found no danger, and could not hear the sound outside, so he lay down in the gourd, resting comfortably with his legs crossed.

After an unknown amount of time, the gourd was opened again, and Xie Yi uncontrollably flew out from the mouth of the gourd, landing on his buttocks and falling to the ground.

This is a wing room. The workmanship of the house is good and the materials are very solid, but the decoration inside the room is very simple. Bai Yuejun is sitting at the table making tea, and his movements are pleasing to the eye.

"What is your name?"

Xie Yi stepped on the ground with his pale feet, and patted the dust lightly, "Why should I tell you?"

Now that he was caught, Xie Yi was not in a hurry to leave, and he found that it was not an illusion that he could absorb spiritual power.

"You can stay here from now on." Bai Yuejun said, he put down his teacup, got up, and walked out the door.

"Oh? Leave a ghost here?" Xie Yi followed him to the door.

As a result, he was blocked by the barrier at the door.

Xie Yi: "..." Feelings are a better-looking cage, a better-sounding prison.

"I have promised them that I will not let you go out to cause harm to the common people."

"Then I'll trouble you." Xie Yi leaned against the door, his loose collar slipped off his shoulders, "I'm very disobedient."

The light in Bai Yuejun's eyes dimmed, he stayed there for a moment, then turned and left.

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