[Comprehensive] She is from hell

There was a light knock on the door of the tea room, and Ye Gan, who was in charge of the reception, shouted through the door: "Guests, if you want to participate in the next two-on-two, we can help you register the number plate."

Jing Jiang thanked her, then turned to look at her master and the sect leader: "Two vs. two is an elimination system. Brother and I have no chance. Do you still fight?"

Xie Yunliu flicked his sword: "I'm tired of playing, and I want to watch the duel of magic with your master next. That sounds interesting."

Li Wangsheng nodded: "It's easy to say."

Stepping into the gap between this world and the next world, the boundary between time and space, the strife and suspicion in childhood, and even now that the hatred has been unraveled, the two people who once carried forward with heavy burdens and are quite famous finally have the opportunity to do whatever they want. .

Luo Feng opened his mouth, and wanted to ask: "Then, over there in this world, in the Jianghu..."

"Who cares about him, do you know how many years have passed?"

My master rolled his eyes, as if he had returned to the high-spirited and willful behavior he had when he first came down from the mountain gate: "Let them go, don't care about so much. Good things and bad things have to be liquidated when they come down. Whoever did evil while alive Don't even try to escape."

Luo Feng nodded: "Yes."

"——What about Junior Sister Jingjiang?"

The young man turned his head and looked at the girl beside him who was sipping tea from a teacup.Whether it is the self who belongs to the deceased or the master and head who has stepped into a new field with one foot, the life trajectory of a living person has come to an end, but my junior sister has not yet.

She has a long, long way to go—longer than most humans can imagine.

Jingjiang brushed the end of her hair with one hand, subconsciously thinking that it was a big deal to be still working in hell, but Xie Yunliu reached out her hand one step ahead of her, and pressed the girl's forehead, eyebrows, nose, bridge, and shoulder blades with his fingertips in order, and finally Reluctantly, he probed the joints of his arm again, and said in distaste:

"The talent is good but not the best, and the bones are okay."

Jingjiang wants to complain, even you think the talent of the head is mediocre, and now you still despise me.

Xie Yunliu glanced at her: "With your progress, if you practice for a few hundred years, you may still be able to make it in time."

The He-Han Friendship Competition is still going on, but Jingjiang feels that his mentality seems to have returned to the days when he was doing [-] horizontal chops and [-] vertical chops every day in the training ground for junior disciples, and he had to copy the Qingjing Sutra by hand after sitting in meditation for two hours. .

Learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. People can always be peaceful and the world will return.Although the days of learning swordsmanship and Taoism in Chunyang Palace were hard, they laid the cornerstone of a calm personality in this long life.

But even so, it is still hard to explain what has been graduated but being called back by the instructor to re-study.Xie Yunliu didn't even look at Jingjiang's tangled expression, and took out a few more peeling exercises from the brocade bag, and stuffed them all to Jingjiang: "Your senior brother is finished, you still have some hope, take it, this is what I used to do before." Practice according to the notes you have made... Zhenshanhe is so big that it is not embarrassing."

Jingjiang has become accustomed to the "disgusting education", and wrote the old notebook: "Master, what about you? Where are you planning to go next?"

"Walk around with your uncle."

Xie Yunliu simply omitted the word head: "Any other place, on the other side of the sea, the fairy mountain cave that no one has ever set foot in, and the endless snowfield to the north, in short, walk around, you can go anywhere."

Anyway, being able to defeat Xie Yunliu and Li Wangsheng at the same time, even among monsters, he is rare, as long as he wants, he can walk sideways in this world.

The fork in the Santu River flows to the hells of Huaxia and Dongying respectively, and Jingjiang and Luofeng bid farewell.

"Are you free to come over for business in the future?"

My senior brother blinked: "I remember that you have quite a lot of opportunities to travel."

Jing Jiang nodded: "I will try my best, but recently..."

She is still obsessed with the mysterious ghost and the flashing artifact in the ghost lamp's mouth: "There should be something else I want to know."

"Remember to practice swords."

Xie Yunliu frowned: "Once a person dies, many things are solidified. Even if he does not go through the normal process of reincarnation, he will become something similar to a monster in essence, but as long as he is still alive, there is enough room for improvement. If you have a bad foundation, you need to practice more. , You have to work hard to think about something that you don’t have.”

Jing Jiang still nodded.

At the exit of Hirazaka, the two men in white-haired Taoist robes also hurried away, leaving only a few short conversations at the end.

"...Who taught you this expressionless look, I think it looks like you! You used to be like her now, you can't speak a word with three sticks."

"...I taught it."

"Tsk, I knew it."

"And Luo Feng."

"He is my big apprentice who should help me lead my disciples!"

"That's right. How are your disciples in Dongpu?"

"Who knows, after so many years, he probably died?"

"..."

A few years later, eight cold hells.

The pure yang aura surrounds the whole body without self-consciousness, which is enough to resist the temperature like the polar ice field of the eight cold hells.Most of the dead are frozen solid, and a few foreign jailers, polar bears, wander around idly.

The guards of the Eight Cold Hell dug out a few omelettes from the warm room, and climbed up the highest iceberg in the area as usual.

On a small ice field on the top of the mountain, someone practiced sword against the wind.The surrounding ice surface was cut into fine ice flakes by the sword edge, and the wind would slide and make a rustling sound.

The jailer waved his hand: "Master Jingjiang is here again today?"

Jingjiang pulled a sword flower: "Well, these two days I always have a vague feeling..."

The bridge of her nose and the ends of her hair were covered with some snow foam, separated by a layer of inner strength of sitting and forgetting myself, the scene in the cold wind inexplicably took on a somewhat smoldering look.

"—feeling, you will come here."

Before she finished speaking, the girl turned around abruptly and struck the stranger wearing a bamboo hat with her sword.Sword energy overflowed between the metal clanging, and the aura burst out by the two of them shattered the whole hat into several pieces.

"Master."

Jingjiang whispered the last two words of this sentence.

Beneath the cloak is a face that has been separated for years.Xie Yunliu didn't answer, followed by another few moves. While the sword was moving, Jingjiang took the initiative to step into the air, and Ti Yun pulled the distance away.With the green sword in front of her, the girl looked nostalgic and wary.

"good."

Xie Yunliu commented: "According to your understanding, you haven't been lazy in these years."

"——I will stay here for seven days. If you have anything else you want to ask, just let me know."

The snow-capped mountains in the Eight Cold Hells resembled the Chunyang Palace back then, but they were many times colder than the Chunyang Palace.The mountains are bitterly cold, and the polar bear sticks its frozen paws to its face, and the sound of ice cracking faintly can be heard in the icy snow wind.The battle lasted intermittently for seven days, during which Master Ghost Lantern watched from a distance once, and did not express any opinion.

The life of ghost soldiers is more day-to-day than that of human beings, and it is difficult for even their appearance to change with the passage of time.On the morning when the clear sound of metal collisions completely stopped, it was rare for the Eight Cold Hell to usher in a sunny day when the wind and snow weakened.

Jing Jiang bowed deeply, and casually asked Master if you have gained anything new from traveling in these years.

Xie Yunliu pulled Can Xuejian into a sword flower, Hua Guang Dasheng's sword edge was retracted inch by inch, and finally returned to a seemingly inconspicuous scabbard.

reward?Xie Yunliu raised his eyelids, this land can really bring surprises or frights all the time, in terms of harvest, this is really great.

Let’s just talk about the local rumors—peaches can give birth to humans, bamboo can give birth to humans, and even melons can give birth to humans, which directly caused Taoist Chunyang, who was once famous as a sword demon, to eat a fruit first. Split it in half to see if there is a tendency for humans to grow inside. Even if you are so cautious, you will be reprimanded by the plant when you touch the petals of a rose one time.

The Invincible Sword Demon subconsciously apologized, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Once the burden of an idol is carried on its back, it can never be taken off again. Naturally, Xie Yunliu would not tell his disciples about these interludes of roaming. He nodded reservedly, expressing that he had gained something.

"I heard something."

Xie Yunliu, who could no longer tell his age, stood on the ice field, his beard and hair were as white as the surrounding frost and snow: "I heard something from the word of mouth of the monsters, and from the accidental conversations of the gods. The people on this land Mystery and the world will also draw a clearer boundary line with the passage of time, Jingjiang, you have to pay attention to it."

"You are still alive, Jingjiang."

After the halo of being a sword demon or a sword fairy has faded away, what remains after the tide has cleared is the teacher's last care for the reckless disciple.

"The disciple understands."

Jingjiang respectfully performed a ceremony of apprenticeship.The ceremony was decades late, and Xie Yunliu had already traveled to Japan since he was brought back to the mountain gate as a toddler.

"Before I leave, let me pass on the exercises for you."

Xie Yunliu raised a hand, and the surging internal force flowed from the inside to the outside, with an oppressive force that seemed to be able to melt the surrounding ice and snow.

Xie Yunliu doesn't know what human beings will become after living too long.The bhikkhunis were still wandering around without a trace, and Xu Fu finally returned to the secluded world with those "children" who could no longer be called children. The times are slowly advancing, and no one can see clearly What will the future look like.

When Jingjiang opened his eyes again, there was no one on the ice field, as if the surging internal force circulating in his body was just some kind of illusion of himself.

She stood up, patted the clothes that were not stained with dust, and went down the mountain with her sword.