Sick beauty why is he like this [rebirth]

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For 800 years, the entire comprehension world thought that Immortal King Heng was still in retreat.

However, the fact is that in the depths of the hidden and uninhabited cave, the immortal revered by thousands of people has already died quietly.

Xiao Chongyan looked at the man on the couch silently, with countless questions in his heart.

He could see that Jing Heng's spiritual power was almost exhausted before his death, and he was seriously injured, but the cause of death was poisoning.

But 800 years ago, who could hurt Jing Heng of God Without Boundary?

How could it be possible that Jing Heng couldn't detect the ordinary toxin, so that he died because of it?

What happened 800 years ago that Jing Heng banned Liu Yunding after the opening ceremony of Luohe Academy, and never appeared in front of people again?

The truth of the past seems to have been buried in this cave, and even Bai Luo, Jing Heng's closest pet, knows nothing about it.

Only one person can answer those questions for Xiao Chongyan.

He moved his eyes slightly, looked at the void beside the couch, and said calmly, "Come out."

There was no sound in the whole cave, only Xiao Chongyan's voice could be heard faintly.

His back was straight, but his face was extremely pale, with a sickly blush in the pallor, dyeing those beautiful eyes crimson.

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Chongyan seemed to be in a stable mood, as if he had already guessed about the shocking secret in front of him, so quiet that he was a little unbelievable.

But anyone who is familiar with him can see that Xiao Chongyan's mood is extremely agitated now, and it has even affected his weak body, which can trigger those illnesses at any time.

Gu Jing walked up to Xiao Chongyan's side at some point, raised her right hand slightly, as if she wanted to embrace the shoulder of the young man beside her, but in the end she put it down silently, without saying a word.

During the silence, the breath around the couch suddenly changed.

A phantom appeared out of thin air, and gradually condensed into a solid body, exactly the same as the white-haired fairy lying on the couch.

It was a ray of soul that had been stripped away.

It was also the spirit that Xiao Chongyan saw on Qiongdao.

It was the last message from his senior brother.

Under Xiao Chongyan's quiet gaze, the spirit showed a gentle smile, and said softly, "Junior Brother, you are back."

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"I'm just a ray of soul that has been stripped away. I can't change anything, but I have all the memories and emotions of Immortal King Heng."

The spirit stood in front of the couch, smiling at Xiao Chongyan.

"The purpose of my stay here is to lead you to ask about the sword, and then tell you everything."

"Brother, do you have any questions?"

Xiao Chongyan was silent for a long time.

He recalled all the things he had experienced since his reincarnation, recalled the tacit hints along the way, and finally thought of his own guess.

There are many things, no need to ask.

But there are many things that must be asked clearly.

Xiao Chongyan only asked three questions in the end.

"Why didn't you ascend?"

"Why do you insist on lighting a lamp for me?"

And most importantly——

"800 years ago, what happened?"

Xiao Chongyan asked very straightforwardly.

The answer of that spirit is also very concise and clear.

"There is no ascension, because the time has not come."

"Lighting the lamp for you is because you can't go through the ghost way, so I won't let you go."

Then there is the last and most important question.

What happened 800 years ago?

"The truth of the year..."

In a sense, it can also be regarded as the spirit of Immortal Jingheng smiling slightly, and opening his hands as an invitation gesture.

"You might as well come and see for yourself."

Under Jing Heng's invitation, Xiao Chongyan did not hesitate.

He just raised his hands in the same way, and stood face to face with Jing Heng's spirit, his hands clasped in front of his chest, just like a mirror.

The two said at the same time: "Developing the soul."

The next moment, the three people in the room were all shocked.

A gray band of light surrounds Jing Heng, Xiao Chongyan, and Gu Jing. The bands of light are intertwined and overlapped, flowing slowly, and there are thousands of changing weather inside.

That is their respective memory manifest.

The soul extension technique, born out of the soul search technique, is a demonic secret technique created by Xiao Chongyan.

Unlike the soul search technique, which forcibly obtains other people's memories, which is often used for torture and punishment, the soul extension technique is more about the sharing of memories, and it is also gentler than the soul search technique.

But this obviously requires absolute trust between the two.

If the soul extension technique fails, it will bring about severe backlash, and the consequences will be disastrous.

In the cave, this wonderful three-person connection seems to have been completed.

Under the gradually flickering silvery white light, Xiao Chongyan and Gu Jing entered another memory at the same time.

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800 years ago.

The gate of Luohe Nine Peaks is wide open to welcome visitors from all directions.

This day is the day when Luohe Sword Sect officially turned into a school. As the first monastic school in the Canglan Continent, Luohe School takes "Three Thousand Ways, Freedom to Seek" as its first rule, which has sparked a wave of excitement throughout the continent. There was a great shock.

Since the retreat of the Ghost Domain 200 years ago and the ascension of the Demon Lord of the Northland, there has not been such a sensation in the Canglan Continent for a long time.

The establishment of the academy means that the world of comprehension is about to enter a new era.

"Academia is a place for cultivating the Tao, the influence of secular power should be minimized, and the pursuit of the Tao, each has its own heart, and should not be forced."

The grand opening ceremony was over, and on the Nine Heavens Peak, Jing Heng was standing with Luo Qingqiu, who had just become the head of the school, explaining in a low voice the various matters that the school needs to pay attention to in the future.

"Teaching is like herding sheep. It's up to them to decide whether they like to learn or not—cough, cough, cough..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and then suddenly coughed softly, his face turned pale.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Luo Qingqiu supported Jing Heng with concern, with a worried expression on his face, "Did your old injury relapse?"

"nothing."

Jing Heng shook his head, but the color on his face turned pale again.

"It's the hidden wound left by the fight with the Zong Pavilion Master in the Xunji Pavilion back then..." Luo Qingqiu, who was still young at that time, looked a little worried, "How could the Zong Pavilion Master be so unscrupulous?"

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"Congratulations brother."

At this time, someone chuckled, stepped onto the peak from Jiutianwai, and landed right in front of Jing Heng.

The emperor of the Central Continent Dynasty, dressed in black, stepped down from the clouds, took out a set of piano scores from his sleeve and handed it out, smiling very friendly.

"I specially ordered someone to collect the piano score from overseas mainland, I hope my brother likes it."

"You have a heart." Jing Heng stretched out his hand to take the score, and smiled slightly, "The score you send is always excellent."

When he was overseas in mainland China, he stayed in Xinghe Palace for many days, and he was very interested in the qin music there. After his younger brother heard about it, he would find various qin scores and present them to him every once in a while. Very much to his liking.

"Jing Yu, you have only ascended the throne not long ago, and you still have to be diligent and governing first..." He looked at the younger brother who had grown into an excellent emperor in front of him, with a very emotional expression, "Seeing your current appearance, Xiao Yi should know very happy."

The young emperor was slightly taken aback, and then quickly responded with a smile: "As long as the teacher doesn't dislike me for not doing well."

Jing Heng didn't speak.

In that instant, his eyes suddenly went dark, the pain like tearing his soul burst out suddenly, the ground in his heart was shaken, and the movement of spiritual power in his body stagnated in an instant——

His old injury broke out again!

"Qingqiu, remember what I just said." He tried his best to suppress the smell of blood in his throat, and spoke as calmly as possible, "I will start retreat from today, so don't disturb me if nothing happens."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for others to speak, he turned around and walked against the wind, leaving only a back that floated away.

On Jiutian Peak, Luo Qingqiu and Jing Yu looked at each other, both seemed a little surprised.

But when the two turned sideways, they each showed a completely different side.

Luo Qingqiu's expression was full of worry, but he couldn't speak out because of the current situation, and there was deep anxiety in his eyes.

But Jing Yu's face suddenly sank the moment he turned around, his expression was extremely gloomy.

The young emperor of Zhongzhou stared at the retreating figure, thoughtful.

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"boom!"

As soon as Jing Heng entered Liuyun Peak, he activated the mountain protection array to seal off the entire peak.

"Boom."

The Qionghua on both sides of Qiongdao, covering the sky and covering the sun, suddenly withered in the next moment, and the steles in the stele forest beside the road dimmed one after another. The temperature in Liuyun Peak became lower and lower, and white snow soon fell in the sky. .

The Spring Formation that shrouded the Flowing Cloud Peak all year round has failed.

Jing Heng stumbled and landed on the ground, and staggered all the way to the cave in the deepest part of Liuyun Peak, sprinkling black and red blood stains along the way, which was shocking.

His expression was a little cold.

This time the old injury erupted violently, which is very unusual.

He must have been poisoned.

Some kind of secret, intense poison that even he hadn't noticed.

He has been guarding the lamp for Xiao Yi for hundreds of years, exhausting his mind and energy, and his spiritual power is already exhausted. If the old injury recurs, it would be extremely difficult to suppress, but the situation now is even more dangerous than that.

"Cough...cough..."

Jing Heng knew very well that the flow of his spiritual power had begun to stagnate, and he would become an ordinary person without any spiritual power in a short time.

At that time, he will no longer be able to resist the sudden outbreak of injuries.

And under such injuries, any ordinary person—

All will surely die.

"—Brother!"

At this moment, Zhongzhou Emperor Jing Yu's voice suddenly came from outside the cave mansion. The young emperor's voice sounded extremely anxious, and the footsteps were approaching quickly.

Jing Heng's expression was a little strange.

The ban on Liuyun Peak is only for an instant, and no one can enter after the ban is completed... Then how did Jing Yu get in?

He held on to the table next to him, and before he could stand up straight, he heard a strong wind behind him——

A palm wind with endless killing intent fell on his back in an instant!

"boom!"

Jing Heng flew back, and it was difficult to stabilize his figure under the huge impact. He barely stopped until his back touched the cold wall, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood from his sideways head.

Black and red blood spilled all over the half body of the white-clothed immortal.

At the last moment, he finally mobilized the remaining spiritual power to defuse Jing Yu's palm, but it also accelerated the exhaustion of spiritual power.

At this point, he was no longer able to make a move.

"Brother still has the strength to make a move, it's really unexpected to me..."

The young emperor in black casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a light smile.

"As expected of Luohe's Immortal King Heng, No. 1 in the human race."

In the eyes of the young emperor who had an intimate face just now, there was only deep fear and killing intent.

"It's really not easy to kill you."

After hastily responding with a fully prepared blow with all his strength, he was able to retreat completely.

Now the white-clothed immortal seems to be seriously injured, but it is because he lost his spiritual power under the action of the poison, which caused the previous old injury to explode and was unable to suppress it.

"You shouldn't try to revive Xiao Yi in vain."

The emperor in black looked coldly at the immortal in white who was leaning against the wall and coughing up blood, with indifference in his eyes.

"Two hundred years—why can't you forget that traitor?"

"In the past 200 years, do you know how many people in Jiutian are staring at Liu Yunding? Do you know how many people want you to die?"

Everything related to the demon king who was besieged and killed by the power of the whole world will be mercilessly removed.

That's why the former No. [-] Demon General has never been able to justifiably become the Demon Lord, and has even been in danger many times.

That's why compared with the High Priest of the Spirit Race, the disciples of the Chengshui Court seem to be very smart and made the most correct choice at the moment.

One is imprisoned in the ghost prison of Wumingyuan, willing to never see the light of day; the other guards the sky city of South Island alone, flying at high altitude all year round, ignoring the world.

Only Empress Donghuang and Immortal Jing Heng have the highest realm and the greatest power, but they also have the most ties.

Therefore, their every move was closely watched, and the layout for the two of them had long since fallen silently.

For the Empress, initial results have already been achieved.

As for Jing Heng, it was naturally handed over to Jing Yu.

"If you didn't insist on resurrecting Xiao Yi, I wouldn't be willing to let you die, brother." The young emperor said with a sigh, "but I am the emperor of Zhongzhou now, so I have no choice."

The closest and well-behaved younger brother under the elder brother's wing in the past has quietly changed unknowingly.

"Since you have done this, I can only ask you to die."

——became the coldest and most ruthless knife piercing from behind.

Jing Heng leaned against the wall, looked at the condescending young emperor with a cold expression, his face was gray, and his eyes were gradually covered with the shadow of death.

Anyone who looks at it knows that this human immortal is walking towards death step by step.

The ending is a foregone conclusion.

Jing Heng spoke softly, without much emotion in his voice: "Did you poison it?"

"Of course I poisoned you. Besides me, who else can understand you so well, my brother?"

The young emperor also spoke softly, his words full of sighs.

But that meaning suddenly changed at the next moment, revealing a pathological madness and hatred.

"Because Xiao Yi, who knows you best, is dead!"

Jing Heng closed his eyes tiredly.

He found that he didn't know this blood brother at all.

In his ears, the voice full of pride and excitement continued to sound, gradually bringing intoxicated ravings.

"In the past 200 years, every ten years I will give you a sheet of music, and the poison will be placed there."

"This kind of poison is extremely secretive, and you should often go to see the sword?"

"—The cold air in that cold pool comes into contact with this toxin, which will intensify the spread of the toxin."

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"After you returned from Galaxy Palace, you collected a large number of music scores and played the piano constantly. Presumably it was to compose a song "Invite the Soul"?"

The emperor in black smiled and opened his mouth, showing an attitude of being in control of everything.

"And if you go to the sword place, it's naturally for Xiao Yi."

"But it's exactly what you wanted to use to revive Xiao Yi—but it killed you instead."

Jing Yu didn't know what he thought of, and he laughed amusedly.

"Sure enough, only you can kill you."

Just like another person who died on the top of Liuyun 200 years ago.

"It's you……"

This sentence was like a thunder that cleared the fog, making Jing Heng understand instantly.

Among those who ambushed and killed Xiao Yi was Jing Yu.

His direct younger brother, relatives connected by blood.

And now, his younger brother wanted to kill himself.

"Why?" Jing Heng asked softly, "He is your teacher."

It seemed that he didn't care about his own life or death, and the white-clothed immortal, who had always been indifferent, showed regret and distress at this moment.

Killing brothers and teachers, how did his younger brother become what he is today?

"teacher?"

A mocking sneer sounded in the cave.

The young emperor in black said coldly: "Xiao Yi is only willing to teach me because of his brother...and why can he be my teacher?"

"A traitor of the human race, a demon with blood on his hands... He rebelled from Luohe back then, entered the Northland, and was able to ascend to a high position in just a few years—how clean do you think he is?"

"How did you treat him back then, and how did he repay you? Did he ever show mercy to the human race when the two races were fighting? Such an ungrateful, treacherous villain...how can you let you protect each other like this?"

"So brother... why do you think he shouldn't die?"

The young emperor's face was full of hatred.

"Using an immortal as a sacrifice, in exchange for the unceasing power of the Tianzhu, what's wrong with Canglan being peaceful for a few thousand years?"

The young emperor's cruel and ominous words echoed throughout the entire cave.

"He must die under the sky pillar that day."

"—he owes Canglan this."

"It's also he who should pay you back."

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Jing Heng lowered his head and coughed violently, his eyes went black for a while, and his five fingers tightened suddenly after these two words sounded, as if he was trying his best to endure the severe pain.

There was a look of shock and bewilderment in his eyes.

This is what he should pay you back...

What else?How to return it?What can I pay back?

It turned out that the reason why Xiao Yi chose to go to Liuyun Dian alone for the appointment despite knowing that there was a fraud back then was because of himself, besides the Dao.

"Cough cough..."

Black and red blood clots kept falling on the white skirt, almost staining the white clothes into blood red, but Jing Heng laughed happily, and the dead breath disappeared from his body.

During these 200 years, he has been hovering in pain and doubt.

But from now on, he will no longer doubt it.

He and Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi and him.

They are each other's closest best friends.

There is no late arrival and missed opportunity.

There is only mutual understanding and mutual fulfillment.

"The Luohe Sword Sect is gone, that Luo Qingqiu is a person who knows how to advance and retreat." The black-clothed emperor looked at the blood-stained immortal in front of him, his eyes were indifferent, "Your Luohe, I will let people Take a good look."

"So, you can die."

"--boom!"

Before he finished speaking, when the black-clothed emperor slapped his palm, he kept his head down all the time. Jing Heng, who seemed to be seriously injured and on the verge of death, leaned back, and the wall behind him suddenly turned over, grabbing him before the attack fell. Enter the secret room behind the wall!

"--boom!"

Jing Heng fell to the ground as soon as he fell into the secret room.

His spiritual power was running low, no matter how difficult it was to suppress the injuries in his body, it was extremely dangerous right now.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Jing Heng didn't even get up, but trembling slightly propped himself up, took out a soul-gathering lamp from a square inch, and handed it out to Dongfang.

The soul-gathering lamp flickered in the air, and soon fell into an unknown space and disappeared.

Then he groped his way to the side of the bed, turned over and lay down, closed his eyes, left his body, and traveled far away.

The fairy in white first came to Luohe Town, strolled in the small world of chess games, and finally built a bamboo building on the hillside of Xiaoran Mountain, and buried a jar of wine;

Then he went to Jiutian Peak, and quietly dropped a spiritual message beside the pillow of the new headmaster.

Then there was Yinfeng, Jing Heng squatted down next to the little chubby cat who was sleeping soundly on its belly, and gently stroked the furry head.

In the end, he returned to Liuyun Peak, dropped a sword intent at the mountain gate, and then went to the cold pool on the mountain top.

A phantom of the soul was stripped out, sleeping unconsciously at the bottom of the cold pool, only waiting for the sword to wake up again.

In the secret room, the immortal in white was lying quietly, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

But his expression remained as calm as before, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This unexpected death was another beginning for him.

He left everything for me, and went to die alone on the summit of Liuyun.

I risked everything for him, lighting a lamp to summon the soul.

This life is over, then we will meet again in the next life.

The next time he opens his eyes, he will have a different identity, a different appearance, and a different life.

But only one thing will not change.

He will also meet the boy with the sword.

Although frail and sickly, delicate and lazy, it is rare to have the firmest heart and the purest Dao heart.

They will become each other's unique best friends.

They will go to the end together.

800 years is just a big dream.

Wait until the moment you wake up from the dream.

Everything will start all over again.

Beside Jing Heng, there was a flying sword humming endlessly, continuously emitting various auras, and finally turned into a sky-blue bamboo umbrella, which suddenly opened its cover and revolved around him non-stop.

Under the umbrella, Jing Heng, who was lying on his back, turned white in an instant.

A head of black hair turned into frost and snow.

At the last moment of dying, the white-clothed and white-haired Immortal Venerable suddenly smiled slightly after thinking of something.

His breath became more and more peaceful, thinner and thinner, and gradually disappeared without any trace.

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"Uh, ahem..."

A low cough sound came from the silent cave.

Xiao Chongyan kept coughing with his head down, and stood there with a dazed expression, not yet completely separated from the memory of 800 years ago.

The divine soul in front of him had completely dissipated, and he stared blankly at the white-clothed immortal who seemed to have just slept on the couch, his eyes gradually lit up with extremely bright light.

In that memory, everything could not be more clear.

Xiao Chongyan took a step back and undoubtedly fell into a very familiar hug.

He opened his mouth softly and called out, "Brother?"

There was a moment of silence behind him.

Then a warm breath fell on his ears, and the same soft voice sounded behind him.

"I'm here."

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The author has something to say:

This year, due to work transfers, unexpected situations have appeared, and I have been very busy, very busy... I often only sleep for four or five hours a day to finish writing updates. After a long time, I really can’t bear it. Consider it and prepare to adjust the update time.

[From tomorrow, it will be updated every Monday to Friday, and will not be updated on Saturdays and Sundays] Try to save the manuscript and sleep more.

Nearly half of the plot of this book has not been written... To be honest, because the income is too poor and the work is too busy, I once thought about giving up, but for the subject matter I like, I decided to send a message for love, and completely finished the story I wanted to write .

So I may not be able to guarantee daily updates, more updates, and maybe I will ask for leave in the future, but I will write this story slowly according to my own ideas.

Thanks for reading.

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