When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

"However, Brother Xiu Ling, why did you come to ask Immortal Yuan for exactly?" Xie Shi asked eagerly.

Yan Yu smiled and said, "Finish karma."

Seeing that he didn't plan to elaborate, Xie Shi suppressed the doubts in his heart and didn't ask any more questions.

While chatting, the two walked towards the small attic next to them.

The small attic is very dilapidated as a whole, with a thick layer of dust accumulated on the floor, the windows are papered, and the light shines through the window paper and turns dark yellow, making the place even more gloomy and desolate, with countless fine dust floating around in the light dance.

Xie Shi was worried that there were traps in the small attic like the previous two times, and his middle finger rubbed against his index finger, snapping his fingers.

In the next moment, the spiritual power condensed on his jade white fingertips, forming a long and thin flame.

The red flames were scorching and beating, and the light emitted was bright but not dazzling, dispelling the darkness in the small attic at once.

Xie Shi held the flame, walked cautiously, stepped on the creaking wooden floor, and carefully walked around in a circle.

After checking all the corners, he didn't find anything particularly weird, so he immediately felt relieved.

Afterwards, Xie Shi's eyes fell on a pile of scriptures stacked in the center, and he walked over slowly, flipping through them one by one.

"The housekeeper said that we should carry some scriptures over there. Does the underlying meaning mean that we should choose the books ourselves before moving them?"

There was silence behind him, Xie Shi's casual words did not receive a response for a long time, his voice echoed and circled in the empty attic, as if he was talking to himself alone.

"Brother Xiu Ling?"

Xie Shi called again uncertainly.

But still no response.

The alarm bell rang suddenly in his heart, Xie Shi stopped the action of flipping through the scriptures, clenched his fingers tightly, and became extremely vigilant.

He took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and looked behind him.

As far as the eyes could see was a dimly lit small attic, completely empty, without Yan Yu's figure.

Xie Shi's gaze moved down and landed on the floor behind him.

The surface of the floor was covered with a thin layer of dust, and in the gray and white, the footprints of a person's walking were clearly visible.

If Yan Yu entered the attic together with Xie Shi, then there should be footprints of two people on the ground instead of only one person like now.

"Could it be that Brother Xiuling and I have entered different illusions?" A guess appeared in his mind, "Or is it that Immortal Wenyuan came to look for him?"

Although he already knew that every task here was weird, but being separated from Yan Yu unexpectedly at this moment still surprised Xie Shi, his eyelids twitched, and he was panicked.

"I don't know what's going on with Brother Xiu Ling? I hope everything goes well."

While murmuring in a low voice, Xie Shi took out the rough and white doll from his bosom, and he saw that the red thread tied on it was missing again.

Now there are only five red lines left, which means there are still five tasks to be completed.

However, blindly following the guidance of fate, can it really be considered alive?

What is the difference between a person who cannot control his own life and a puppet?Dolls are manipulated by human hands, people are manipulated by destiny, and there is no freedom.

Xie Shi blinked his eyelashes lightly, and a ray of deep thought appeared in his glazed eyes, which were dim and unclear.

He remembered the loophole in destiny that Yan Yu had told him before, and suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

As long as they are done properly, they may be able to hide from the sky, hide their positions, and eliminate the red line on the puppet without fully following the mission instructions.

The more Xie Shi thought about it, the more excited he became, and he wished he could implement this idea immediately.

But he still has Yan Yu in his heart.

"Brother Xiu Ling is very strong and can defeat monsters in the secret realm, but I'm afraid that the immortal Wenyuan will specifically target the weakness of the monsters and set up a deadly trap," Xie Zhi said to himself, "After coming to the secret realm , Brother Xiu Ling has lost control twice..."

He was worried, and being separated from Yan Yu made him feel very uneasy.

At this time, Xie Shi suddenly thought of his previous life Xie Zhiwei, so he hurriedly asked him to check on Yan Yu's current situation.

Xie Zhiwei heard Xie Shi's call and appeared in the small attic. He thought that Xie Shi wanted to ask him to help solve the puzzle, but he didn't know that he wanted to find Yan Yu by himself.

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

He stood there, speechless for a long time.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to meet Yan Yu right now.

Because his heart is full of romantic love, whenever he thinks of Yan Yu at this moment, what emerges in front of his eyes is no longer a cute devil head with blood on his hands and laughing wildly, but a man standing among colorful peach blossoms with a beautiful face. The handsome and flirtatious swinger brother has a charming charm in his evil spirit.

Xie Zhiwei named this strange feeling "Girl Huaichun"!

Most of the boys and girls in love are blind, and the sweetheart is the most beautiful and the best-looking in their eyes.It's a pity that Yan Yu is not a sweetheart to Xie Zhiwei, but a hated old enemy, which makes Xie Zhiwei very divided.

He loves Yan Yu passionately in his heart, but hates him soberly in his head.

Therefore, when hearing Xie Shi's request, Xie Zhiwei didn't answer immediately, but stood with his eyes down and his face frosty.

On the surface, this immortal cultivator is dressed in white as a picture, calm and self-sufficient, not stained with dust. In fact, emotion and reason are fighting wildly in his heart, and neither will let the other.

His heart clamored that he wanted to see Yan Yu, but his rationality tried to stop him, telling himself hoarsely: No!You don't want to see him!

When there was a stalemate here, Xie Shi pursed his lips, bowed respectfully to Xie Zhiwei, and asked again with a sincere tone: "Brother Xie, please, I am very worried that Brother Xiuling will be asked by the Immortal Yuan Calculated, fell into danger. Brother Xie doesn't need to help his brother, just look at him from a distance to confirm his safety."

Another long silence.

"Okay, I'll go find him."

Xie Zhiwei finally spoke, his expression was cold and indifferent, and his tone was extremely flat.

He agreed to Xie Shi's request, but it didn't mean that his emotions won over his reason.He just felt that there were still many young immortal cultivators in the secret realm. If Yan Yu lost control and destroyed the secret realm, innocent cultivators would be injured and die.

Xie Zhiwei believes that he has the world in his heart and has compassion for the common people, so he should not sit idly by this possible tragedy.

He should look for Yan Yu, and then look at him, not to let him do anything wrong.

This reason is unanimously endorsed by emotion and reason.

Xie Zhiwei exists by relying on Xie Shi, and the other party's sea of ​​consciousness is the fertile soil that nourishes his remnants. It's fine to leave the soil for a while, but it's not okay to leave it for too long.

After bidding farewell to Xie Shi, Xie Zhiwei seized the time, and his figure teleported to the small attic outside the illusion. He scanned the left and right, but found no trace of Yan Yu.

He didn't hesitate, just closed his eyes and concentrated, and the majestic consciousness spread in all directions.

After a stick of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes.

found it!

The figure in white swayed like water, rippled in circles, quickly became transparent, and disappeared in place without a sound.

The next moment, Xie Zhiwei appeared above a blue sea.

He hangs between the sea surface and the sky, with undulating waves under his feet, thick misty clouds above his head, the salty sea breeze blowing on his body, and his snow-white clothes fluttering up and down.

Xie Zhiwei was surprised that there was such a wide sea area in the secret realm, and raised his eyes, looking fixedly at the battle scene not far away.

In the sea of ​​dark clouds and black ink, a ferocious black flood dragon roared and churned, stirring up waves and clouds. The originally refreshing air became sticky because of this, and moist mist rose slowly, filling the surroundings.

This black dragon is very big, its head is comparable to an ordinary house, its lantern-sized eyeballs are frighteningly cold, there are no whites, and the eyeballs are scarlet, as if there will be blood dripping in the next moment.

This is a demon dragon who has gone mad and lost his mind, Xie Zhiwei judged in his heart.

He concentrated his mind and shifted his gaze to the young man in Xuanyi who was confronting the Demon Dragon.

The young man's black hair was loose, fluttering left and right like thick clouds, his body was slender and thin, his black clothes were stained with water, and stuck to his body irregularly, highlighting his clear and neat waistline.

From where Xie Zhiwei is now, he can't see the face of the young man in Xuanyi clearly, but he vaguely feels that the figure in front of him is a little familiar with this scene, and there is an incongruous strangeness between the two, as if this person should not appear in such a place. scene.

He remembered that in the past, Chen Yu once killed the evil dragon in the ink sea, with high spirits and a magnificent scene.A painter drew a painting with this as the theme, faithfully restoring the scene at that time. This painting and its fakes have been admired by many young immortals.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the scene in the painting, but when Chen Yu cut the Jiao, he was in the figure of a teenager, but now this person is a young man, and his temperament is also very different...

While Xie Zhiwei was in deep thought, the black dragon not far away suddenly let out a roar.

Roar!

It opened its bloody mouth wide, exposing its sharp fangs, and rushed towards the young man in black in front of him.

Following the movement of the black flood dragon, an unpleasant stench spread in the sea of ​​dark clouds and ink.

Xie Zhiwei frowned slightly, raised his sleeves, and gently covered his mouth and nose, blocking the stench in the air from entering his nose.

This black dragon's mouth really stinks!He thought with disgust.

He was obviously just looking for someone, and he had no enmity with either side of the battle, but at this moment, Xie Zhiwei hoped that the young man in Xuanyi would win, so he quickly killed the demonized black flood dragon that was emitting a stench in the surroundings, so that the air would clear up as soon as possible.

However, this black flood dragon has a huge body, its scaly body is as thick as a continuous mountain range, its muscles are sharp and solid, and a flick of its tail may smash a huge crack on the ground.

The cultivation level of the young man in Xuanyi is unknown, but standing in front of the black flood dragon, he is not as big as its claws.In such a turbulent and tense scene, he looks like a small black dot next to the black dragon, too small.

Can you win?Xie Zhiwei was suspicious.

His fingers hidden under his sleeves were slightly bent, as if he was making a trick.He made up his mind to play it by ear later, if the young man in Xuanyi was at a disadvantage in the battle with the black flood dragon, he would help him a little bit.

However, Xie Zhiwei soon realized that he had misjudged the situation just now.

This young man in black clothes is powerful, and this demonized black flood dragon is far from his opponent.

I saw a dark red cold light shining from in front of the black flood dragon, its ferocious biting movements froze for an instant, and the charm in its eyes went out like a lamp.

Whoa!

The huge ugly dragon's head fell from its neck and fell heavily into the dark blue water below, causing a huge wave, the top of which almost touched the thick clouds in the sky.

Blood spurted out from the fracture in Jiaolong's neck, and the entire sea area was dyed red in the blink of an eye.The initial sea of ​​dark clouds and ink turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the surrounding air became more humid and sticky. The smell of blood mixed with the salty smell of sea water, forming another disgusting smell.

Soon, the huge waves subsided, like a curtain falling, revealing the young man in black behind the huge waves.

At this time, Xie Zhiwei clearly saw the handsome and cool face of the other party.

Eyebrows are dark, skin is pale, but lips are as red as blood. The three colors are matched together to form a face with a strong sense of impact, which is as strange and sharp as a ghost, exuding a hint of coolness.

When he looked down, it would give people a horrible illusion of being stared at by evil spirits, as if they were about to die in the next moment, and the murderer was right in front of them.

Xie Zhiwei's white clothes fluttered with the wind, his back stood straight on the spot, his eyes were still as cold and indifferent as snow, but his mind was blank.

All thoughts seemed to go away from him, making him lose his ability to think.

He struggled to regain his sanity, and a question arose in his heart.

In the past, Chen Yu killed the Jiao with high spirits and obeyed the instructions of Immortal Wen Yuan, so why did Yan Yu kill the Jiao today?

Maybe it's just a coincidence, Xie Zhiwei comforted himself.

Then, he saw Yan Yu's figure skim across the sea after killing the black flood dragon, and quickly flew to the edge of the coast.

There was a white-haired old man holding a bunch of broken red threads in his hand, standing tremblingly on the cliff near the sea. There was a pool of dark red blood on the soles of his feet, as if he had just been injured.

Xie Zhiwei recognized at a glance that this was Immortal Wenyuan.

The red thread is the magical weapon of the Immortal Asking Fate, which can weave illusions and ask destiny. Now that the red thread is broken, it means that someone has broken his illusion just now.

Complicated clues poured into Xie Zhiwei's mind, he became more and more sure about one thing, but he was afraid of the truth.

On the coast, Yan Yu had already come to the side of Immortal Wenyuan, a cold light flashed in his eyes, without any hesitation, the blood sword in his hand pierced into his heart.

Yan Yu made a dead hand, the hilt of the sword sank into Immortal Wenyuan's chest, and the tip of the sword came out from the back, which was equivalent to stabbing the person in half.

Immortal Wenyuan's eyes were wide open, and the fear of dying appeared on his face, but his body did not fall down, but turned into a ball of ink and melted into the soil.

One moment ago, he suspected that Yan Yu was Chen Yu, and the next moment Xie Zhiwei witnessed him killing the Immortal Wen Yuan, and the successive shocks finally caused a crack in his cold and indifferent expression.

Although Immortal Wenyuan may not have any affection for Chen Yu and has been using him all the time, but in terms of blood relationship, he is his biological father after all.

If Yan Yu was Chen Yu from the previous life, then wouldn't the other party's current behavior be killing his father!

Xie Zhiwei's eyes trembled, his expression was hesitant.

Yan Yu had already noticed Xie Zhiwei's existence, and after finishing all the work, he flew to his side and said hello to him: "Xie Xianjun, are you looking for me?"

"Well," Xie Zhiwei restrained his mind, and replied in a flat tone, "Xie Shi was worried about you, and asked me to come over and have a look at you."

A smile appeared on Yan Yu's face, the evil spirit of blood faded from his body, and he looked very gentle.

He looked at Xie Zhiwei and said, "It's my fault. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell Xiaoshi. Thank you for your hard work, Xie Xianjun."

Feeling the gratitude in Yan Yu's eyes, Xie Zhiwei felt uncomfortable in every possible way.

In fact, he didn't want to come at first.

Xie Zhiwei collected himself, sorted out what he had seen and heard just now, fixedly stared at the person in front of him, with a somewhat serious tone, and slowly opened his lips: "Are you Chen Yu?"

Yan Yu didn't intend to hide it, and nodded decisively: "It's me."

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