What about the Master's text?

Jing Fan didn't do anything to Fu Ji. That night, Fu Ji sat on the soft couch all night, and the next morning the elder with a sword called him away. He thought he would come back in a short time, but he never expected that Fu Ji would come back soon. To go is three months.

After he left, a major event happened to Xuantianzong.

"Senior Brother Fu, I can go back tomorrow afternoon..." The disciples of Xuantianzong went out this time for a ruined place on the shore of Changhai. The climate is no better than that of Xuantianzong. After a long time, monks like them can't bear it.

It was finally possible to go back, and everyone was very happy, but only after taking time to rest for a while, someone rushed over, "Something happened, something happened to the sect..."

One person was wearing the Taoist uniform of Xuantian Sect, his whole body was covered with injuries, and he fell headlong within a few steps, "Senior brother, go back quickly... The sect is already in chaos!"

The disciples around Fu Ji caught him and quickly sent a wave of spiritual power, "How about it, what happened to the sect?!"

"Jing Fan is crazy!"

"He killed the elder and countless disciples... the head of the sect, and the head of the sect was also attacked by him and was seriously injured..."

However, just a few words shocked the people present. They never thought that such a thing would happen, and the one with the most ugly face was Fu Ji. He was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "What about Jing Fan Sample?"

Because of his words, everyone looked at his face in surprise, but Fu Ji's face was dull, apart from his ugly face, he really couldn't see anything else.

The man was dying, but he spoke in a very orderly manner, and his words were very firm, "Senior brother Jingfan suddenly started killing three days ago... He first killed all the disciples in the senior brother's yard, and then went straight to the outer door. And go, the outer disciples couldn't stop... the inner disciples heard the news, but no one could resist... By the time the elders arrived, he had already killed three or forty people."

"No one can stop him. It was the elders who worked together to subdue him, but he plotted against the sect master when he questioned him, and now he is seriously injured... I and the other five disciples were sent by the elders, but on the way Encountered a person in the devil's way... now, I don't know what it has become, brother, go back quickly!"

His voice was shrill, and the tension on his face was so real that no one would doubt what he said.

Fu Ji didn't stop too much, and directly led the people to Xuantianzong first. The road was quiet, and they didn't find anything wrong, but when they arrived at the foot of Zongmen Mountain, they smelled a bloody smell .

It is still far away from the Zongmen, but the stone steps are covered with blood along the way, and corpses are strewn across the road.Their hearts were greatly shaken, even Fu Ji turned pale.He didn't dare to think too much, so he could only go up first, but the moment he reached the gate of the sect, he saw a figure, that figure was dressed in red like fire, and his black hair spread out...

"Brother."

As soon as Fu Ji opened his mouth, that figure froze for a moment.

Although Fu Ji was far away, he could clearly see the stiffness of that person's body.

It is indeed pure Brahma.

Master couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, he was surprised, but more uncomfortable, the overwhelming confusion about this person's current situation.

Jing Fan refused to turn his head for a long time. The long sword in his hand was covered with blood. On the snow lay corpses lying on the ground. On the corpses were the Taoist uniforms of Xuantianzong disciples... It was originally as white as frost, but now it is not only ugly when it is stained with snow. It's hard to say, and it makes people feel sick from the stomach.

Fu Ji called his senior brother again.

After Jing Fan entered Xuantian Sect and became a disciple under the head of the sect, Fu Ji stopped calling Jing Fan's name, he always called him senior brother, and they often communicated with each other during the three months they went out, Fu Ji separated two days Then you can receive Jingfan's letterhead or communication talisman.

But now they have not communicated with each other for only seven days, so why did such a change occur.Fu Ji had many doubts and wanted to ask them out, but Jing Fan suddenly turned around, he looked at Fu Ji for a long time, his voice was hoarse, but it was indeed his voice, and the coldness on his face and the bloodthirsty eyes Very dazzling.

Fu Ji almost wanted to turn his head away, he didn't want to admit that this person was his senior brother.But he knew that this person was indeed Jing Fan.

"Are you back?" Jing Fan threw the sword in his hand in front of Fu Ji, then pulled his sleeves casually, and wiped away the blood stained on his hands one by one.

He wiped very slowly, even the blood stains between his fingers were carefully wiped several times. The blood stains were not easy to completely remove, and he did not squeeze a water dispenser to clean it, but earnestly repeated it over and over again. rub.

If Fu Ji hadn't opened his mouth, he probably would have continued to wipe, but this long period of time was too difficult, Fu Ji couldn't bear it, he took a few steps up the stone steps, and there was only a distance of three or four feet between the two of them.

Fu Ji's eyesight is excellent, he can clearly see the expression on Jing Fan's face, even his slightly frowning brows or his pressed lips can be seen clearly.

"I want to hear from you..." Fu Ji looked at Jing Fan: "I don't believe what other people say, and I don't believe anyone..."

Fu Ji himself didn't know how difficult his expression was when he said this, but Jing Fan was standing in front of him, he could see clearly, even Fu Ji's hanging hand was clenched into a fist, he could see it clearly. Clearly.

But he knew that he would betray Fu Ji's trust after all, he smiled lightly, and then threw the cloth in his hand.

"I have nothing to explain. As you can see, I killed all the people on this earth, no one else... only me."

After Jingfan finished speaking, the smile on the corners of his mouth was suppressed, and he looked at Fuji quietly, "I have nothing to explain...your master brought me back, but it was to lure wolves into the house. Can't save me, because others are trying to save people from me..."

"I killed a lot of people... many, many..."

When he said this, Jing Fan looked down at his hands, as if he wanted to see those people who died tragically through his hands, he refused to look up, he didn't want to see Fu Ji's expression, in fact, it's not so much that he didn't want to, it's better to say that he dare not.

Jingfan knew that he dared not go to see Fuji, let alone let him speak, so he kept saying the same sentence over and over again, but these words over and over again were like a knife stabbing Fuji. Ji's heart smacked countless times.

Fu Ji finally couldn't listen anymore, he called Jing Fan.

Jing Fan raised his head in bewilderment, he was afraid of seeing Fu Ji's disappointed face, and even more afraid of seeing Fu Ji staring at him with hatred, but no matter what, he killed someone, which was irrefutable.

"Fuji..." Jingfan, who was holding a long sword just now, looked like a ghost. His back view made people seem to see a Rakshasa from hell, but now facing Jingfan, who is facing Fuji, he looks like a ghost. All the bloodthirsty faded away, he looked at Fu Ji obediently, obviously he was older than Fu Ji, but he was pitiful and pathetic.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, only grabbing a handful of air, then lost and lost, his lips moved, but when he wanted to speak, he swallowed it again when he reached his mouth, it was only a moment, both of them felt that it was very long.

Fu Ji has always wanted to hear Jing Fan's explanation from the very beginning, and even now he wants to hear Jing Fan's explanation.

Even if what Jing Fan said was very different from what others said, he would not refute it immediately, but what he was thinking about and longing for was a candid explanation, and the people in front of him refused to say a word.

He didn't hear such simple words as "No", and Fu Ji became more and more disappointed. He looked at Jing Fan and said slowly for a long time, "I wanted to wait for your explanation, but I didn't... now..."

There is no need for him to speak the following words, both of them know it well, especially Jing Fan, the long sword in his hand has been thrown away, just like this, Fu Ji paused, but finally walked to Jing Fan In front of him, bound his hands.

The brief contact between the two of them felt indescribable and unspeakable compassion, but they both understood that if they took this step today, they would never turn back.

Jingfan was locked in the back mountain, where there are countless formations, even several monks in the Nascent Soul stage are difficult to approach.

Fu Ji sent Jing Fan there with his own hands, and he was also the one who put a curse on Jing Fan. All of this has never been done by others, and he has Xuantianzong disciples around him, but no one dares to be there. Tell him no at this time.

Everyone knew in their hearts that after what happened today, Fu Ji was the one who stood the most uncomfortable. On one side was the sect he grew up in and the elders, and on the other side was his best friend.

But blood and deep hatred are more important than anything else, no one can empathize with them, so there is no room for comment, and Fu Ji can't prevent someone from killing Jing Fan.

After this incident of Xuantian Sect, the sect was in chaos, and Fuji, as the head disciple, was forced to manage the sect affairs all by himself. After he locked Jingfan into the back mountain, he was busy every day without touching the ground. There are other things waiting for him to deal with, so only when the sky is dark at night can he spare a little time to see Jingfan.

But from the second day on, Jingfan didn't want to see Fuji anymore.

Fu Ji stood on the back mountain, with countless magic circles in front of him, he couldn't see Jing Fan's figure, he could only hear Jing Fan's voice.

Probably because it was a little far away, Jing Fan's voice was not very clear.

"Fu Ji, go back."

Apart from this faint sentence, Fu Ji couldn't wait for other words. He stood alone in the empty back mountain. Obviously, there should be someone with him not far away, but under the long silence, even he They all gradually became a little dazed, whether there was another person there who had the same state of mind as him.

After a long time, the last bit of regret in my heart turned into resentment.

Fu Ji wanted to ask Jing Fan why he couldn't tell him everything, but he swallowed it again every time the words came to his lips, he knew that this person would not say anything, and there was not such a distance between the two of them , but a ravine.

Fu Ji went there four times, the last time he said, "I won't come tomorrow night..."

Jing Fan didn't speak.

Fu Ji leaves disappointed.

But at night, he woke up again because of a nightmare. During this period of time, he did not fall asleep completely once. There were countless ghosts in the dream. Elders, they were all gentle and smiling faces in the past, but in their dreams they all looked like evil ghosts who wanted to kill their souls.

Fu Ji's heart palpitated, he woke up suddenly, but he heard someone calling him outside.

When Fu Ji casually put on a piece of clothes and went out, he saw the flames in the sect bursting into the sky, he followed the sound to go, and countless demon cultivators were approaching below.

Each of them held evil weapons in their hands, but what shocked the disciples of Xuantianzong was that there were magic circles everywhere under Xuantianzong, how could they appear here so silently without making any noise of.

No one could tell them the answer. Everyone watched the demons approaching one by one, and the demonic energy on them became more and more arrogant.Fu Ji stood at the front, and behind him were disciples of the sect who were seriously injured.

"The array is up!"

As soon as Fu Ji raised his hand, the entire Xuantianzong magic circle opened, but because Xuantianzong was severely injured, the power of the magic circle was obviously weaker than usual, and what shocked the Xuantianzong disciples even more was that the magic circle seemed to be damaged. Without human interference, it suddenly became unstable.A group of demon cultivators were only slightly blocked, and then came under pressure again.

"What's going on? Xuantianzong's magic circle is not just like this..." As soon as one person spoke, more people echoed: "Yes, what's going on with this magic circle?"

"Could it be that an inner ghost appeared in the sect..."

"Could it be that lunatic Jing Fan?"

"That's right, he was full of demonic energy before, and he didn't look like he was insane at all, but rather demonized..."

"Could it be that Jing Fan and Demon Cultivator are cooperating internally and externally, and this time they deliberately want to harm our sect to this extent!"

"You are right. It seems that this is Jing Fan. He was not a disciple of our sect, and he seems to have been to Jiuquan River. He heard rumors that he had a good conversation with Huaiqing, the owner of the puppet building, and Bai Chu, the devil. If there is any unhappiness, then retreat from the puppet building..."

Some people say such words, and others will echo them, especially at this time, any word or sentence may lead to a huge change in the situation, and Fu Ji has no time to react, and the sect disciples behind him have already exploded. I began to believe that all of this was caused by Jing Fan, and that even the demon cultivators below were also blamed on him.

What caught Fu Ji even more by surprise was that Bai Chu also appeared at this time, followed by his cronies, standing in front of Fu Ji, looking at Fu Ji with a smile and a veiled threat.

"Since Jingfan has caused such a big incident in Xuantianzong, let us take him away..."

Bai Chu looked completely different from when they met in the puppet building a few months ago. Although they were as warm and moist as jade, Fu Ji saw a touch of disdain in it. This disdain was not for him, but for the entire Xuantianzong of.

Fu Ji didn't speak immediately, but spoke after a while of silence, "How long have you been planning this matter? What happened to Jing Fan? What has happened to him now has anything to do with you?"

Fu Ji didn't believe that the situation before Jing Fan's appearance had nothing to do with these people, he didn't trust anyone but Jing Fan, but Jing Fan kept everything secret.Fu Ji couldn't discern the deep meaning in it, but when he faced people like Bai Chu, he was not as good-tempered as he was to Jing Fan, and his whole body overflowed with spiritual power, which was entirely due to his impatience towards Bai Chu.

Bai Chu probably didn't expect that Fuji would react like this. He was more interested in Jingfan before, and because of Jingfan in the Puppet Tower last time, Fuji was nothing to him, although Fuji was more talented than other monks, but at that time he deliberately concealed his aura, like an invisible person following Jingfan, and frankly speaking, Bai Chu didn't pay much attention to this person at that time.

But the changes in Fuji now make him secretly startled. Compared with before, this young man has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in just a few months. There are not many in the world.

Although Bai Chu himself is a person with extremely high talent, but facing this person now, even he has to admit that his talent is still slightly inferior.

"No one can match your cultivation speed, but Jing Fan is one of them." Bai Chu was clearly under the stone steps, but he had the aura of a superior person. Can barely guarantee that he will not be suppressed.

But Bai Chu's words were not finished yet, he stared fixedly at Fu Ji, his voice was playful: "Aren't you curious about Jing Fan's identity?"

Fu Ji remained silent.

Bai Chu continued: "You probably don't know, but today I'm kind enough to say a few more words to explain something to you."

There was a smile on his lips, but the evil spirit in his eyes could not be concealed: "When it comes to Jing Fan's identity, I have to mention your master. I thought that no one in the Xuantian Sect except your master, that old fox, should be able to see Jing Fan's identity." Identity, but I didn’t expect that the sword-wielding elder of your sect is also a powerful character, Jing Fan is not an ordinary monk, and he knows such secrets..."

Bai Chu spoke easily, but Fu Ji's eyes were dark, "What do you mean?"

"Hey, why are you in a hurry? It's not that I'm not smart enough, but it's a long story, and I want to tell you bit by bit..."

Bai Chuzhen is like gossip: "Jingfan is a born demon cultivator..."

The power of this sentence directly stunned Fu Ji.

"Actually, it's very simple. It means that Jingfan can't cultivate Taoism in his life. You probably don't know it, but you're right. You just returned to Xuantianzong. I think your teacher's respect is not healed. You should have no time to take care of it now. So you don't know that Jing Fan is actually a born demon."

Bai Chu said it easily, but Fuji's face was very ugly. He was not stupid, and he knew that Bai Chu couldn't make up because of these nonsense, and the things Bai Chu confided in himself reminded him of Jing Fan's identity—probably the real one. A natural demon.

The word "natural demon seed" made his heart jump suddenly, and Fu Ji didn't know how to speak for a moment.

He had a hard time in his throat, "It's up to me to choose between Xiu Dao and Demon Dao. Jing Fan has a sworn feud with Mo Xiu, so how could he be willing to enter the Devil's Dao!"

Bai Chu smiled when he heard the words.

"Don't you fully understand what the innate demon seed means?" Bai Chu smiled again, "It's actually very simple, just as it said on the surface, although Jing Fan is on the right way, no matter how he cultivates , he can only be a demon cultivator in this life..."

"Except for your master and the elder of your sect, no one knows... Jing Fan's altar was contaminated with demonic energy, no matter how much your master wants to help him get rid of it, it is impossible to do it... In fact, it is not very Is it obvious, how can something that is deeply rooted suddenly change, so your master is still a little naive after all, Jing Fan can't be saved..."

The more Fu Ji heard it, the more ugly his face became, but Bai Chu continued to say: "No one can completely pull him out of the demonic way, the demonic energy in his body will only become more violent with his cultivation level... unless he is killed, he will be killed." In this life, I can only be a demon cultivator!"

"You two are natural enemies. Righteous ways and evil ways are incompatible. If you let him go today, he will kill you tomorrow!"

Bai Chu's words were like a sharp arrow piercing Fu Ji's heart.

Fu Ji clenched his fists tightly, "The way of the devil, the righteous way...Jingfan knows what he is doing, what are you, how can he make a choice for him?!"

His eyes were sharp, and for the first time, he had the urge to kill the person in front of him: "How did you fall into the devil's way yourself, why do you still look at Jingfan and sink into the mud... His master has spoken for you and tried to save you. You, but what about you? Pulling him into the Demonic Way... You clearly know his hatred for the Demonic Way better than anyone else!"

Fu Ji cried blood every word, Bai Chu remained silent, for a long time, he looked in one direction...there was Yun Miao Sect.

"It was not my wish to enter the devil, but I still came in...why, because it's what life is supposed to be like!"

Bai Chu withdrew his gaze, "Jingfan can't escape this fate. Although he came from the righteous way, there is no other way in front of him. If he doesn't enter the way of the devil, he can't live... Even if the magic cultivator is his only enemy in this life, he has to fight against it." Join them!"

"Unless he dies..."

"So, Fu Ji..." Bai Chu looked at the young monk in front of him, "You are Jing Fan's best friend, from your point of view, I would like to ask, if you were given a choice, would you like Jing Fan to be the best friend?" To be alive as a demon cultivator, or...would you rather die than enter the demonic path?"

Fu Ji was silent.

He couldn't speak, couldn't make the choice.

If it was himself, he would rather die with his own worries, as a righteous person.

But that person is Jing Fan.

Fu Ji asked himself, compared to his status as Moxiu, the inescapable fate, is it important for Jing Fan to live, or...he can stand in front of everyone dignifiedly.

Jingfan should be as dazzling as it should be, instead of being beaten by everyone like a mouse crossing the street.

What's more, even Bai Chu didn't know that, compared to Mo Xiu's filthy identity, Fu Ji was more worried that Jing Fan would be forced to face his enemy after falling into the devil's way.

He hated the Demon Cultivator who had destroyed the master's school so much, but in the end he assumed this identity himself.

Fuji's heart was in pain, why did Jingfan suffer all the unbearable things.

But Fuji's silence seemed to Bai Chu to be out of control as expected, and he sneered coldly: "Look, even you are hesitating, Jing Fan is just a young monk like you, what he has experienced is Those... Now that it involves life and death, they are naturally cowardly. After all, it is better to live...even if it is difficult to live..."

"You don't understand." Fu Ji interrupted Bai Chu, "You are wrong...Jing Fan is not afraid of death."

Under Bai Chu's surprised eyes, Fuji's voice was as flat as ever: "If he is afraid of death, after the accident of Yunmiaozong, he will find a place without disputes for the rest of his life, instead of going up and down for Yunmiaozong alone. revenge."

"And what about devil cultivators, some people are in the righteous way but can't do righteous things, and some people even enter the devil's way... He is also an upright person. You can't be his upright, and you can't learn his persistence... Because your heart has long been darkened, Bai Chu, the head of the Yunmiao Sect back then did not hesitate to bear a bad name for you, and even retreated into seclusion afterwards... He thought what he did was worthwhile, but... he was totally wrong, you not worth it."

Fu Ji's voice was firm, but it hit Bai Chu's vital point, his face changed suddenly, "Nonsense!"

"I have entered the way of the devil, but it was not my intention. How many people have I harmed over the years? I knelt down in front of Master and repented. I said I would change, but he doesn't want me anymore..."

Bai Chu's voice was shrill: "He was the one who wanted to give up on me first. I wanted to be his disciple forever. You don't understand anything... He was the one who wanted to drive me away first. I know the sect wants to punish me. I'm not afraid, but He wants to drive me away, if Yun Miao Sect doesn't keep me, there will be no place for me in the entire cultivation world!"

"I know he is good for me, but I have no home anymore..." Bai Chu seemed to be dazed suddenly, "Everyone thinks that I have failed him, but as for him, he knows that I would rather be punished than stay in the house." Yunmiao Sect's..."

"Everything in the world is not something you can do as you want. How do you know that your master didn't go through the same struggle back then?" Fu Ji's voice was slightly lower, and for a moment Bai Chu felt as if he had heard the master. the sound of.

"It's just that you are not worth it. The path you chose yourself, now you have to drag another person, trying to prove that you are helpless, but...Jingfan is not you."

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