Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

The peach blossoms are thin and red, and the flowers are falling.

Leng Wenyan sat under a peach blossom tree, raised his head slightly, and saw a sky that was stained with cinnabar.

She used blood to support the sound transmission array, her lips were pale and her eyes were covered with blue.

The sound transmission technique has become very weak due to spiritual power, she repeatedly determined the location to activate the Taolin seal again, and said to Zhou Zhou: "Han, Li, and Zhen positions, stimulate them with spiritual power."

After saying that, the sound transmission secret technique turned into flowing light and shadow in her hands.

The place where Leng Wenyan was sitting was off the seat, Qin Guzhen poured spiritual power into the Yuanmu sword on Tuesday, and said, "It's enough to shake the seat with the sword."

Her gaze flicked on Tuesday's sword-holding hand, and she was secretly surprised that the man in front of her had completely lost her skills, and when she held the sword, she felt a sense of alienation, as if it had torn him apart.

Qin Gu really couldn't understand it, and said again: "After the formation is activated, Taoling rushes to the lake, let's proceed cautiously, I will protect Wenyan, you have to be careful."

They didn't know what happened to the outside world. Leng Wenshu mentioned that the people from the emperor Jiangxi would enter the formation to help them, but they still asked them to activate the peach spirit formation first. The implication was that the people who came were not credible.

Leng Wenyan took a deep breath, barely sat up straight, and said, "Let's begin."

Qin Guzhen turned her head and walked towards the ridge, worried whether Leng Wenyan's body could support it.

Her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and she was at the end of her strength at this moment, but she just didn't want others to see it.

The suzerain's concubine's concubine's daughter is so stubborn, Qin Gu really remembered that she accidentally heard Leng Wenyan's dream talk last night, first she let out an extremely wronged sob, which made her heart tremble, and then said "scared" , Tears wet the long eyelashes.

Qin Guzhen studied in the Taiqing sect, how did she not know the reputation of the aggressive and arrogant Leng Wenyan in the sect, and when she mentioned who was the elder sister, she said "flirtatious".

Now it seems that she is proud and free and easy in front of others, but hides a lot of tenderness and sadness behind her back.

Qin Guzhen used to think that her luck was too bad and the way of nature was not biased. Now that she thinks about the past, she feels somewhat ridiculous for her self-righteous infatuation.

The world is a melting pot, who doesn't suffer from it.

She stood still in front of the threshold, pinched the formula in her hand, and was about to release her spiritual power, when a creepy fear suddenly appeared in her heart, and her feet couldn't move for an instant.

A piece of cold stuff hit the middle of her spine.

At the same time, Leng Wenyan's miserable cry came from his ears.

Qin Guzhen turned around suddenly, her waist was in severe pain, and the blood splattered on the rough trunk of the peach tree.

In an instant, the vibrant peach forest became dead silent, and countless mirrors hung in the air, reflecting clusters of peach blossoms, cold and eerie.

Jun Rujing wiped off the blood on the lens with his hands, and his glazed eyes fell on the two people not far away.

On Tuesday, half of his arm was bleeding, and he threw Leng Wenyan at the critical moment, and the two of them rolled and fell to the side, which prevented the girl from being pierced through the heart.

Qin Guzhen stared straight, and murmured: "...Jing Jun is in command?"

One second she thought she could accept all the variables calmly, but the next second she felt that the world was absurd and unbelievable.

Her master wanted to kill them, but Lord Siming Ling actually wanted to kill them too.

Lingjun broke through the murder of the emperor Jiang Xili, and did not hesitate to shatter the cause and effect that he believed in most.

On Tuesday half-kneeled in front of Leng Wenyan, looking up to meet Jun Rujing who was standing upright.

The peach blossoms are chaotic like rain, turning into thousands of pieces in the mirror, and melting into the void.

The long black-clothed and star-patterned robe was blown by the wind, outlining Jun Rujing's slender figure more and more, his expression remained unchanged, two fingers of both hands were straightened, and the remaining three fingers were slightly curved, which was the start of the killing formation.

Holding the Yuanmu sword tightly on Tuesday, he glanced at Leng Wenyan, who was bleeding everywhere, and Qin Guzhen, who was seriously injured in the predecessor of Kanwei.

He didn't hesitate to look at the rumored Spirit Lord who was the closest to the Dao of Heaven.

Those eyes were so familiar that it was suffocating.

Qin Guzhen felt a little absurd in vain.

Suddenly, she thought of the folk legend about Jun Rujing.

At that time, Mr. Jing had an inscription on the back of his neck and held a pipa in his arms. He was admired by thousands of people and sold for a price.

At that time, his name was not yet Jun Rujing, and his mortal name, even on the red wedding note, was not known to the cultivators.

People in the world speculated that it was a humiliating name, but it was actually just a nickname. On the Chunqi Tower, the future Jing Jun plucked the strings in the wind, dressed in purple robes, and covered his face with a light veil. A beautiful and lonely song.

Gritting his teeth word by word on Tuesday, he said angrily, "Bo, Zi, Yi—!"

Shi Yuan sat down beside Yuan Xiyan.

The night in the heart demon formation is high and vast, and a Milky Way hangs across the sky.

Yuan Xiyan tightly held the phonograph stone with both hands, and the not-sharp corner of the stone was embedded in the flesh of his palm. He seemed to lose the pain, and his eyes floated in front of him.

"It's really nice to be called Yuan Yue."

Shi Yuan reached out and grabbed a blade of grass that was blown up, "Where are you going from now on?"

Yuan Xiyan didn't answer for a long time, Shi Yuan didn't care, he just sat silently, after a long while, he heard Yuan Xiyan say: "I don't know."

In the Taiqing sect, he was lonely and precocious, but at this moment, he was in a daze like a child who had lost his way. He paused, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Tao Lingli stole your blood."

"Actually, if you tell me in advance, I will definitely give it to you." Shi Yuan said: "In a sense, there is no difference between us, and I will not stop you from what you want to do."

Yuan Xiyan looked sideways.

Shi Yuan laughed, "After all, I'm only short of... just a thin line."

He opened his hand and put the blade of grass in the wind, "You are irritating my master, but what you said is true. Hanshan, Taiqingzong, and Emperor Zijiangxi are nothing more than this result, whether it is a puppet or a puppet. Regardless of evil spirits, they are of unclean origin, even my biological mother thinks so. It is really sad to persuade people to repent."

"It's just that there is an evil spirit in my nature. The way of heaven has created me, but it treats me like this. What's the reason for this?"

Shi Yuan looked at him, "You told me about the legend of Ning Junhua, you have no complaints, your soul has come out, you have both love and hatred, you actually want to ask your father if you want to ask your father, is it for the sake of the world? , you can create you but not support you, and leave you in Hanshan to live in darkness until you are so old. Or keep it from you for the rest of your life, but let you know, know, and then give birth to misery.”

Yuan Xiyan moved the corners of his lips, and said with a wry smile: "You really understand."

"Humans are not grasses, life and death mayflies. I can't explain you, you said you don't know where to go, but I guess since you know all the truth, you just want to bury yourself in this inner demon circle."

He said with a sigh: "It's such a simple thing, death is the easiest thing, it's why life is so difficult."

"I don't know how Xubu Taiqing will deal with you, but I have a way to disable their soul search. If you want to leave, I can help you too." Shi Yuan laughed at himself again: "Sure enough, everyone Selfish, I don't want you to confess me."

Yuan Xiyan opened his mouth to speak, but Shi Yuan interrupted him, "Don't say something that kills you once and for all, I won't do that, neither of us will."

The two fell into a brief silence.

In the end, Yuan Xiyan looked at him and said, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I thought you were very strange. I tried to imitate, but the imitation was neither fish nor fowl."

He stared at Shi Yuan, and said frankly: "Compared with death, you are obviously more afraid of living."

"You still need to learn how to speak tactfully." Shi Yuan laughed and said, "That's right, but there's nothing wrong with being alive, such as going through some things and meeting someone. Then when it's better, I'll enlighten you This kind of wooden puppet will teach you how to be human."

"Obviously your master is better at this." Yuan Xiyan said bluntly.

"Yes." Shi Yuan nodded proudly, "There are always variables in life, and when I meet a master who is very reasonable, I..." He lowered his tone and only mouthed the following.

Yuan Xiyan widened his eyes, digested for a while, and actually quickly accepted the words of the monster in front of him. He nodded, "But what you said is not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment." Shi Yuan said, "So you can also try to learn from me and share some luck with you. My luck is not very good, but at least the Dao of Heaven has not killed them all."

"So if one day, Tiandao really did that, what would you do?" Yuan Xiyan held up the phonograph stone and asked him, "Just like they did to them."

"I will try my best to prevent that from happening." Shi Yuan replied: "Do my best, do my best, if it is really a dead end..."

"Farewell." Yuan Xiyan waved his hand suddenly, "I don't really want to hear it, the wooden puppet just wants to sit quietly and use your method to avoid the soul search."

Shi Yuan then took out the Zhaoying Liuli from the red bracelet.

Yuan Xiyan swallowed it, and said: "Although your blood can open the seal, the emperor Jiangxi obviously has something to hide. If you are really so useful, they won't bother to do these things. The real prophecy may There is no killing intent directed at you, but I still suggest that you raise your cultivation level as soon as possible, after all, your master is quite attractive, you'd better hurry up."

He meant something, Shi Yuan frowned slightly.

After talking about this, Yuan Xiyan stood up and took a few steps forward.

Shi Yuan asked from behind, "Where are you going?"

Yuan Xiyan stopped in his tracks.

There is a river of stars above his head, Yuan Xiyan watched silently, and thousands of lights and shadows reflected in his eyes in just a moment.

"Go...to Taiqingzong." He replied in a rough voice, "Go to my master Xuan Qizi first, and apologize."

Shen Zhexue leaned against the cave and fell asleep.

Shui Qingqian asked Xie Zhuchun in a low voice, "What's the matter with him, monks generally don't need to sleep."

Xie Zhuchun wanted to poke its head, but Shui Qingqian held Pei Jing's face, and he still couldn't do it, he said sullenly: "He has a different physique, sleep is better than cultivation."

"Oh." Shui Qingqian understood, "It's as if my master is also sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Pei Jing is still awake?"

"No." Shui Qing shook her head.

Although it remembered that there was a saying about living souls residing in the sword in reverse, but that was considered nonsense, no one had really done it, and the situation like Pei Jing and it was unprecedented.

Shui Qingqian couldn't stay idle, and patted Xie Zhuchun again, "Well, do you feel that this human race and your sword master..."

"No." Xie Zhuchun quickly denied, "How could I not recognize it, it's just a..." He paused, "A similar poor person."

"That's right, there is no sword spirit who can't recognize the master." Shui Qingqian looked towards the entrance of the cave, "Ah, Xiaoyuan is back."

Shi Yuan smiled at her, lightly took off his robe and covered it for the master, then leaned against the mountain wall and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

"Could it be that the apprentice treats the master all..." Shui Qingqian continued to be entangled in a low voice, "That was the same way back then, at least he didn't let him succeed, how could brother Xiang be treated by a little bastard... eh? Woooooo?!"

Xie Zhuchun used spells to silence Shui Qingqian, folded his arms, shrunk his neck and turned his head sideways.

"How is it possible." Xie Zhuchun muttered, "Impossible."

Frowning slowly, he knocked on the mountain wall, as if trying to convince himself, and said firmly: "If it's true, I, I will..."

Qingshui covered his mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'

Xie Zhuchun broke away from her, and vowed: "Then I will tie myself red silk as a dowry for him!"

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