The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Yan Jinping hadn't seriously used the double sabers for a long time.

In the past 15 years, he has been nesting in Linlang Pavilion, never going out much, and never fighting with others, at most he was arguing with the Jin Yuwei who came to find fault.Jin Yuwei was the one who maintained the order in Yanjing City, and Dan Ge swallowed all the troublemakers in the pavilion one by one, and it was basically his turn to take action.

Occasionally, a few times, he took it out randomly and gestured twice, killing two gadgets without pain. In fact, he was far from his real level. At best, it can only be regarded as warming up.

And Fengqiu...

He is obviously quite different from the spider and the big snake that attacked Shen Lianxing on Yueqing Mountain.

The difference is that Feng Qiu was able to fight back and forth with Yan Jinping when Yan Jinping told the poor boy that he was so angry that he wouldn't fight each other, and was determined to educate him for his brother, and he was basically merciless in his strikes. For a while, no one gained the upper hand.

Could it be that he has not done anything for too long and his skills have regressed?

Yan Jinping avoided Feng Qiu's dagger with one knife, and slashed a shadow approaching from behind with the other knife, stepped on the circle of stones around the edge of the wordless stele, jumped twice, and stopped.

Feng Qiu took advantage of the momentum to retreat, squatted on the stele without words, looked down condescendingly, the dagger was hanging under the palm of his hand and spun rapidly, staring at Yan Jinping's expression, tilted his head and smiled.

Yan Jinping frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at myself." Feng Qiu said, "I used to think that the two of you were so strong and so unfathomable, but it turns out that... it's nothing more than that."

At first, I thought that such a high mountain and such a wide river had been overturned, but when I looked back, it turned out that I had imposed myself on myself.

He sighed a long time, and repeated with unknown emotion: "It turns out that you are nothing more than that."

Is this worth it?Yan Jinping raised his eyebrows, raised the blade, and without talking nonsense with him, another slash of the blade struck him: "It's enough to kill you."

"Oh." Feng Qiu turned his head away, opened his eyes exaggeratedly, and sighed very unbearably, "Really? I'm so scared."

It's too fake, obviously he didn't think so at all.

Although Yan Jinping was annoyed by this poor boy, he was rational after all and knew that it was useless to argue with Feng Qiu. No matter what he wanted to say, he had to make people obedient and obedient.

Feng Qiu provoked him again: "Brother, are you still coming?"

He didn't want to be called Brother Feng An, but he didn't hesitate to call Yan Jinping, and the annoying effect was outstanding.

Yan Jinping didn't pick up the knife immediately, he closed his eyes slightly, recalled the scene when he fought Feng Qiu before, suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Qiu's arm that had never been used, and said calmly: "Your shoulder What's wrong?"

Feng Qiu was taken aback, he didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it.

"I've seen you cowering since just now..." Yan Jinping glanced at the blood pool that had been motionless all this time, "You obviously have an arm but don't use it, maybe it's not because you have confidence in yourself, so you look down on me, right?"

He had already discovered that Feng Qiu was very confident on the surface, with a look that no one would like, but in fact he was not very let go when he really started to fight.The movement is also cautious, intentionally or unintentionally protecting one shoulder, but it can't make much strength, it should be injured.

Just now he made a special test, and it was indeed the case.

And: "Who allowed you to call me brother? I don't have a bastard brother like you."

Feng Qiu provoked him on purpose, probably because he wanted to make him lose his position, so that he could not notice these details.

"...So what?" Feng Qiu knew that he couldn't hide it, so he put down the hand covering his shoulder, held the dagger again, and raised his head, "Even if I only use one hand, I can still kill you."

"It's not that good." Yan Jinping said, "Just thinking about it, Wushou—your Golden Feather Guard avatar, doesn't seem to have a lot of shoulders."

Before Wushou stabbed Feng An, Yan Jinping took off one of his arms on the spot.At that time, Wushou hadn't turned back into his little feathers, and the severed arm and half of the shoulder were floating on the sea surface, and there were marks of being scorched by fire on it.

He was fine when he went out with Feng An, and he was with them all the way, when did he get hurt?

Yan Jinping has a good memory and good eyesight. Unfortunately, Ya Yu patted Wu Shou on the shoulder at that time, and he happened to see it.

That was after Feng An set fire to the blood pool.

Feng Qiu squinted her eyes, slowly stood up from the stone tablet, slightly arched her waist, and put on a posture ready to go.

Yan Jinping ignored him, and after confirming his guess, he even took the dagger back, leaving only the water cut off.

Immediately, he found a good angle to exert force, held the handle of the long knife with both hands, pointed the knife downward, and sent it down suddenly——

Feng Qiu didn't expect him to be like this all of a sudden, the boy's eyes widened suddenly, the black shadow on his arm moved suddenly, wrapped around the blade of the dagger, and was about to jump off the stone tablet to stop Yan Jinping.

However, halfway through the movement, he stopped abruptly, and turned his head abruptly to the side.

With a sound of 'whoosh', a short arrow brushed against the side of his face, cutting off some of Fengqiu's white hairs.

"Oh." Shen Lianxing put down the crossbow, shrugged, and lamented insincerely, "Unfortunately, it missed."

But it doesn't matter, his original intention was not to do anything to Feng Qiu.

As long as he can stop Feng Qiu for a moment, that's enough.

Shen Lianxing stopped Fengqiu for a moment, so that he could not interrupt Yan Jinping's movements in time. At this time, Yan Jinping's long knife had already been inserted.

Below him is the pool of blood.

The bright knife light was like ice that never melted all year round, indifferently and forcefully inserted into the blood, and it happened to land on the part that was set on fire by Feng An, and the color was not quite right.

Xuechi, who had been staying obediently all this time, froze for a moment. It was stiffly silent for a while, and then suddenly burst into a mournful howl. The sound was sharp and piercing, very close to the human voice.The soul inside didn't like to stay in this ghostly place at first, and now it struggled even harder, branching out in all directions. It was clearly a liquid, but a deep crack was torn from the middle.

Those shapes have never been so obvious, the blood pool has almost become a grotesque hedgehog, each thorn has its own thoughts, and all of them are rebelliously moving away from the main body.

The sky was chaotic and obscure, and the dead sea water was shaken by the knife wind to create cascading and spreading waves. From nowhere, a light wind rose from the ground, swept the ripples, and dissipated the moment it was about to touch a few people.

Withdraw the knife and cut off the water.

Yan Jinping cut the blood pool in half with a knife, straightened up slowly, and whispered to someone, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Even though he had just done such a grandiose thing, he didn't have much expression on his face.Only a drop of crimson blood was splashed at the moment, and it dried up immediately, like an overly brightly colored mole, making his already overly beautiful appearance less solemn.

It's a bit like the goblins in those bookworms who specialize in sucking people's energy in the middle of the night.

Fengqiu: "Ugh!"

His expression changed, and he didn't care about anything else.The black shadow tattoos wandered around his body as if they were alive, turning into smoke repeatedly, desperately trying to gather them together, but they could no longer stick to the young man's thin shoulders docilely.

It seemed to be broken up, and it barely returned to its original shape, but there was a huge crack in the middle, which couldn't be closed no matter what.

The white skin of the young man exposed underneath was also like a paper paste, with a wound like a knife split open.

Yan Jinping put the saber back into its sheath.

"Sure enough." He said softly, "The blood pool is connected to your lifeline."

The one that Feng An burned the blood pool before also hurt Feng Qiu and his avatar Wushou.

It's just that Fengqiu is the real body after all, his body is stronger, and the impact he receives is not as great as Wushou, so no clue can be seen from the appearance.

Why is Feng Qiu able to control the blood pool?

Is it because he killed those people?That Xuechi should hate him, it is impossible for him to obey his orders willingly.

Since it is a sacrifice, there must be a sacrifice.Before he accepted the curse, what sacrifice would Feng Qiu offer to the stele?

Feng Qiu not only sacrificed countless poor creatures who strayed into the unclean sea to the wordless stele, he also... sacrificed himself.

Perhaps he was the first victim of the curse.

Fengqiu's face was translucently white, black mist lingered around the wound on his shoulder, not a single drop of blood came out, he only groaned when he was just injured, then bit his lower lip tightly, and his breathing became quite rapid.

Yan Jinping guessed right, there is an inseparable connection between him and the blood pool, and any damage directly caused to the blood pool will also be reflected on Feng Qiu's body, harming the blood pool is hurting Feng Qiu herself.

It’s just that no one has ever been able to do anything to the blood pool—it is a liquid after all, and even if it can be burned by the flames of the Golden Crow, the damage it can cause is limited. Therefore, even though it was burned, Feng Qiu’s condition has always been good, and he can still relax Deal with a few people.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jinping had a water cut-off, and he was born to do it. Without giving any face, he directly split the blood pool into two halves, leaving only the bottom point still connected.

The soul inside was churning in pain again, like a group of demons dancing wildly, unable to hear what they were saying at all.

"……you're right."

The young man's condition was really not good, but after he slowed down for a while, cold sweat was still on his face, and the anger and anxiety he felt when he was injured just now suddenly disappeared.

Feng Qiu blinked, looked behind Yan Jinping, showed a strange smile, and said softly, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

Yan Jinping: "..."

What did he say?crazy?

Behind the two, Feng An stood up from the boat, frowned and staggered.

Feng Qiu had been waiting for this before, but now she was finally happy, and she didn't even care about her injuries.He stopped paying attention to Yan Jinping in front of him, and turned into a puddle of water with a 'crash', and flowed directly into the sea along the edge of the stone tablet.

This is the trick again.

It's just that Feng Qiu didn't use it to escape this time, he obviously has a special way to move in this sea area, a human figure protruded from the sea water next to the black-padded boat, and in an instant it turned into Feng Qiu's appearance, Li Feng Very close.

Ya Yu shuddered, opened her eyes wide, and was about to stop Feng An.

Feng An reached out to block Ya Yu, and said simply: "Don't move."

Crow Feather: "But..."

Feng An stared at Feng Qiu: "You can't stop him, go to Jinping."

Raven's eyes widened.

Feng An: "Be obedient, go quickly, I'm fine."

Crow Feather slowly, slowly took two steps back.

He didn't say anything to refute, but silently turned into a crow, flapped his wings, and flew to Shen Lianxing's side.

Feng Qiu didn't stop Ya Yu, but only sneered at Feng An and said, "He listened to you, he is a good boy. It was me, not him, you met, isn't it regrettable?"

Feng An remained expressionless: "Stop talking about useless things."

The ever-burning lamp can only accommodate one person at a time, so the crow feather didn't fall, but hung over Shen Lianxing's head, fluttering its wings listlessly.

He didn't make a sound, but Shen Lianxing felt that the little crow was about to cry.

Shen Lianxing couldn't say much about it, so he pretended not to know, and said softly to Yan Jinping who jumped back on the boat, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yan Jinping looked at Feng An's boat, "It's just Feng An..."

Feng An's state is different, I don't know what Feng Qiu did to him, but he obviously doesn't want anyone to intervene.

In any case, there must be a result between him and Feng Qiu.

Yan Jinping respected his wishes, so he only said to Shen Lianxing, "We... get ready first."

Both of them were ready to go, watching Feng Qiu closely to guard against any changes in him.

The mountain rain has come, but the mountain wind has not stopped.

Broken branches and leaves all over the place.

The author says:

Hit the children in the wind and rain!

Children are still bears, they have to be educated (.

The daily updates will resume from today, and the story of Feng Qiu and Feng An is coming to an end, everyone has been waiting for a long time~

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Don't want to go to work, when will I be able to write full time... QwQ