[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

The wind, the endless wind, comes from the end of the world, whirling, whistling, touching the cheek lightly from time to time.Red, white, intertwined into distorted colors in front of the eyes, the bright liquid slowly flowed down the fingers, winding out bright red lines on the pure white jade wrists and arms, submerging silently and filling the wind sleeves.

……Blood?

Xuan Zhen stared blankly at his hand, as if looking at a strange object.It is still a slender and delicate outline, but why...why is it covered with bright red blood, and there is even a trace of...familiar warmth left on the fingertips?

What is that at the foot... No, it should be who it is... The familiar blue and white Taoist robe, the familiar scabbard, the familiar...

Xuan Zhen's gaze slowly moved across the still soft body, inch by inch, and climbed up to the man's face.

It was Xuan Ting... A voice in his head seemed to be telling him so.But who is Xuan Ting? ...is the apprentice of Uncle Zonglian, and is his... Junior Brother...

Why is he lying there?Why didn't he move, as if... dead?

His thoughts were unprecedentedly chaotic, and every thought seemed to appear in his mind bit by bit with a slow creaking sound.Xuan Zhen shook his head lightly, trying to get rid of those invisible burdens in his mind, but it was doomed to be in vain.In the gap of the swaying blue hair in front of him, a large piece of blood was glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, which finally made him stop these useless actions.

Xuan Ting's chest...why was there a hole...a lot of blood flowed out...

The pleasure of piercing something soft and tough with the fingertips, the warmth of the bloody heat gushing over the hands, seemed to be reborn between the fingers again.Xuan Zhen lowered his eyes in a daze, and looked at his hand again. A dark light flashed on the edge of the sharp purple-red nails, like a blade, almost scratching his eyes, more like a shooting star in the dark night, across his mind.

Ah, that's right... So it was this hand that pierced Junior Brother Xuan Ting's chest, and the blood was also...

A trace of joy of finding the answer passed over the already numb heart.Xuan Zhen looked at his hand, slowly turned it over in front of his eyes, checked, but suddenly stopped.

... In other words, it turned out that he... killed Xuan Ting, killed his... fellow disciple?

The wind that wandered in this purple-red world like a ghost suddenly released.The wind was fierce, and the whistling sound was like a ghost crying, but Xuan Ting clearly heard a faint and miserable laugh amidst the whistling wind.

Who... who is laughing?

He was thinking vaguely, but there was another shout in his ears, but the voice was so vague through the wind and the countless chaotic noises in his head: "...Elder brother...are you crazy? !?"

crazy?Who is crazy... himself?

The miserable laughter in the ears became more and more clear, as if resounding in his mind, with the chaos and chaos in between, Xuan Zhen was in agony.He suddenly raised his head and looked around blankly, only to see a circle of figures standing nearby who couldn't see their faces clearly, and stepped back a few feet in unison with his actions.

Why are they retreating, hiding from themselves?Xuan Zhen was thinking blankly, but felt that there was a layer of veil in front of him, and seeing everything was like looking at flowers through fog, hazy.But the fear on those fuzzy faces has almost turned into substance, and it can be detected just by feeling.

A voice sarcastically responded to himself from the back of his head: Yes, of course they have to be afraid... because their senior brother, Xuan Zhen, is already crazy, if he wasn't crazy, how could he kill his fellow junior?

The laughter became more and more sad, and there was a trace of coldness in the ethereal, but Xuan Zhen felt a trace of familiarity.He looked down at himself, and only then did he find the source of the laughter. It turned out that the person who was laughing was none other than himself.

Crazy...of course he is crazy!A well-behaved person turned into a monster in an instant. A monster who was living wantonly had a dream of mistakenly pretending to be a human race, and he kept dreaming for 19 years. How ridiculous, how sad, he How can you not go crazy?

I have been a person for 19 years, from a teenager to a young man, my teacher is like a father, my kindness is like a mountain, my family is friendly, and my brother is like a brother, but now it has all turned into a fantasy dream. When I wake up, I have failed the teacher's expectations Hope, with Gu Shimen's kindness, he even killed his own siblings with his own hands!

He forgot his original demon body, forgot the enemy who killed his mother, even recognized the thief as his father, and joined the cultivating sect that specializes in killing demons. He regards the precept of killing demons to save people and being an enemy of demons as the principle he abides by in his heart, even killing countless of his real fellows!

Xuan Zhen almost laughed out loud, how could there be such a pathetic person, how could there be such a ridiculous monster?

The evil species of monsters...

The yelling words of the young man from the same school but not very familiar seemed to be still ringing in his ears, and the smell of blood was thicker than smoke and fog, was it the smell of blood from the human race, or from the demon race?

Evil...

How would they feel if they knew that the elder brother whom they had respected for 19 years was actually a demon born of a demon?

...Probably his expression changed immediately, wishing to kill himself by the sword like he killed the other evildoers?Maybe after his death, he would kick his body and scold him, "This is what happens to evildoers who dare to infiltrate a decent family"?

Ah……

The wind hadn't stopped yet, and a few strands of flying hair stuck to his face.Xuan Zhen stretched out his hand to brush, and when Fang touched his cheek and palm, he felt a burst of clamminess.

You, you know how to cry... The sad arc on the corners of his lips became even stronger.Isn't it just like Master said, those monsters have always been fierce and cruel, without a trace of warmth?

He stood there in a daze, but the Qionghua disciples over there were already in a mess.The dead Xuan Ting was different from the general disciples in the sect. He was the only direct disciple of Elder Chengtian, and he was also a top-notch figure who was carefully cultivated in the Qionghua Sect. Now that he died, the lineage of Elder Chengtian lost his inheritance. In the past, all the painstaking efforts that Qionghua spent on her in the past were also put into Dongliu Shui.Thinking of Zong Lian's possible angry expression when he learned that his only disciple died, these young disciples turned even paler.

What surprised them even more was that Xuan Ting had always had a good personal relationship with Xuan Zhen in the Qionghua Sect, but even with such a close relationship, they have now tragically died at the hands of this elder brother. Looking at the expression of elder brother Xuan Zhen, He was extremely cruel, completely different from the gentle and jade-like gentleman in the past.When he saw Xuan Zhen's strange appearance with silver streaks on his forehead and blood-stained eyes, he was so horrified that he couldn't close his mouth anymore.

The strong bloody smell from Xuan Ting's still soft corpse on the ground lingered in their noses. Since the beginning of the war with the demon world, they had been very familiar with this breath, but whether it came from the same sect or those monsters , there is nothing more disgusting than the smell of blood they smell at this moment.

"... a monster... a monster!"

Finally, such a low cry came from the crowd. The cry was trembling and full of fear, but it woke up those people who were still immersed in extreme amazement.

A young man standing in front looked back and shouted at the trembling young man just now: "What nonsense, that is...that is Senior Brother Xuan Zhen!" Even so, Xuan Ting died in front of him just now. It was in the hands of this elder brother, so even if he was reprimanding him, it was a bit weak.

When Xuan Yun was yelled at by his senior, he immediately took a few steps back in fright.Another senior brother standing in front of him suddenly murmured: "Wait a minute, look at the appearance of senior brother... he, he and that evildoer, why, how do they look alike?"

This sentence almost seemed to be talking to himself, but it echoed in everyone's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt.Almost unanimously, everyone glanced at Gui Xie who was standing far away and looking at this side, and then couldn't help but glance at Xuan Zhen who was standing in front of Xuan Ting's dead body. Then, they couldn't help but secretly surprised by the comparison result .

The same white hair, the same strange demon pattern, the same eye color, and even the evil temperament around them are somewhat similar. It is clear that one is a monster they hate and fear, and the other is a senior they know and respect very well. , but at this moment, it seems to be the same...

Everyone looked at each other, but they couldn't help muttering in their hearts. Almost at the same moment, a thought passed through their minds and appeared on their faces.

"Could it be...Could it be that senior brother Xuan Zhen is, actually, a monster..."

Finally, someone couldn't help but uttered the words. Although the tone was unbelievable, as the words were announced to the public, it was as if a gust of wind had blown away the clouds of doubt that had shrouded these young disciples. Many disciples There was a look of sudden realization on his face, and he didn't know what part he wanted to understand.

Then someone couldn't help but said in a low voice: "No wonder Elder Brother appeared with that evildoer, it turned out that it was because of this reason..."

"Ah, in that case, Senior Brother Xuan Ting died so unjustly!" Another person immediately shouted.

Another human said: "Brother Xuan Zhen has been in the Qionghua Sect for so many years, it is impossible for the head master to tolerate a monster for so long?"

The voices of these disciples became much lower when it came to Taiqing, who had a lot of prestige.One of them frowned and said: "It must be, it must be that the evildoer cast an evil spell and deceived the head and the elders, and even deceived us!"

"That's right, we actually called him senior senior brother for so many years... Bah, what kind of senior senior brother is he, he is clearly a monster! I don't know what's on his mind to sneak into Qionghua's sect?"

"What's on your mind? Anyway, it's malicious, now we're fighting with the demon world, and that's how the fox... no, monster tail!"

After some discussion, the "big brother" who was still talking about it turned into a "monster" who should be punished for crimes, and the eyes of those Qionghua disciples looking at Xuan Zhen also changed from shock at the beginning to disgust and hatred .

Xuan Zhen was just looking at them blankly at first, but those eyes of hatred and hatred were like knives, which made him feel clearly even when his vision was blurred.The already numb heart was covered with desolation.

Forget it, the Qionghua faction...how could he go back there with his appearance?What's more, I even killed my fellow junior brother by mistake... Perhaps just forgetting each other in the world like this is the best result?

He turned his head to look at Gui Xie, and he seemed to see the same answer in the eyes of the man who was looking at him from afar.Humans and demons have different paths...

Xuan Zhen lowered his eyes, sighed inaudibly, with pain in his heart and confusion in his head, he turned around silently.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a burst of piercing sound from the back of his head, he turned his head hastily, and there were dazzling colorful lights in front of his eyes, among which were all kinds of spiritual power, stabbing towards his vital parts .

With the slight puffing sound of the sword blade piercing into the flesh, and with the splash of blood, the blood-colored pupils suddenly shrank into two thin lines at that moment. Great surprise and pain collided in the heart, and finally turned into , boundless anger and madness.

It turned out, it turned out that they refused to let themselves go!

Xuan Zhen clutched the wound, the burning pain was burning all over his body, even if he dodged in time, the blood spreading on his clothes was still shocking, but what shocked him even more was his own blood. The fellow juniors, they unexpectedly attacked him from behind without hesitation!

"Monster, die!"

There was another cry from the crowd.

The sound was like a pair of scissors, instantly cutting the last strong string in Xuan Zhen's mind.