After being pulled up by the master

"Don't move." Wen Ke lowered his voice, "It's not your brother."

Cao Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't move.Wen Ke put down his work, walked towards him quietly, and said: "There is a secret door on the left side of the secret room. You go out to find your master, and I will hold them back."

"No, Elder Wen, you can't carry it on your shoulders or lift it with your hands. How can you hold them back? Let me go, and run quickly."

Wen Ke looked at the idiot's expression: "I am the owner of the Speculation Hall, even if I die, I have to die here. Besides, no matter how I can't carry it on my shoulders or lift it with my hands, I'm better than you, right?"

Cao Ruoyu couldn't refute for a while.

Wen Ke blinked at him, opened the mechanism, pushed the man into the secret door, gave him some medicine, and smiled: "I'll wait for you to save me, go quickly."

Cao Ruoyu was taken aback, Zheng nodded his head: "I will definitely come."

After saying that, he took those life-saving medicines and ran into the darkness.

Wen Ke locked the secret door, blew out the candles, and walked out of the secret room with his sword amidst the strong fragrance of medicine.

Outside the speculative hall, the color of snow and white plums blend together, and there is a faint redness in the vastness, the dark fragrance is gone, and the crisis is floating.

Wen Ke opened the door of the study.

He is quite familiar with the person who came.

It was Su Lianjian.

The other party took off the moon-white blue sword robe and changed into a dark blue dress, standing silently in the heavy snow with a calm face.

He is no longer the sickly look, with bright eyes and a tall and straight figure. Wen Ke was taken aback when he saw it, and smiled suddenly: "You don't look like you are here to kill me."

"What's that like?"

"Looks like he's coming to ask me for a cup of hot tea."

Su Lianjian also smiled: "I really didn't come to kill you."

"Oh?" Wen Ke was slightly surprised, "Why?"

"The young master said that if you can't find Gu Qing, you can also be a choice." Su Lianjian asked softly, "How about it? Think about it?"

"I don't want to."

Wen Ke shook his head, Su Lianjian was not surprised, but just sighed: "Then there is no other way."

The sound of the sword was fierce, the snow fell on the branches, the white plum forest rustled, the sword energy was mighty, and layers of snow waves were rolled up, and all the cornices of Danqing were shattered.Wen Ke held the sword and landed on a certain brick.

The sky and the earth were completely covered, and he stood quietly, as if he didn't care about a drop of paint left on the white rice paper, and the sword energy was smudged, until it was paved into a colorful painting.

Su Lianjian went up with his sword, and the two fought inextricably on the roof.

"I've been in Yuanyuan for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen you unleash your sword." He seemed to be chatting with an old friend instead of fighting, "I almost thought you couldn't."

"It's just that I don't want to." Wen Ke closed his eyes slightly, just listening to Jianming, "I don't like killing, and my eyes are not good."

"But your swordsmanship is fierce, and you have won Sun Xuehua's true inheritance."

Su Lianjian didn't dare to be careless, Wen Ke chuckled lightly: "There's no way, Master and his elders were already old when they took me in. I was brought up by a senior brother, and an elder brother is like a father."

He turned his sword sharply, ethereal like wind, fast like thunder, the whole roof roared and trembled, Su Lianjian retreated hurriedly, turned over, only heard a loud noise, and the speculative hall suddenly collapsed.Pieces of bricks and tiles turned into powder, and belonged to the heaven and earth with the heavy snow.

"Today, I will use your blood to pay homage to my father and brother."

Wen Ke said coldly.

He tore off the meek and weak skin, revealing sharp fangs and ferocious iron bones.

Su Lianjian wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled: "I underestimated you."

Wen Ke doesn't want to say much, his offensive is unabated, the white plum blossoms fall, and the red pistils are scattered. He is a poet who sings and sings in the snow. He writes a preface to this vast world with a sword as a pen and blood as ink.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Su Lianjian gradually lost the wind, he asked, he didn't understand, he was really confused, "You just feel the pulse, you know that the young master's inner breath is wrong, but why did you save me in the first place?"

"It was a misunderstanding." Wen Ke said with no expression on his face, "You are the head of the Xiuming Mountain platform chosen by my senior brother. I believed in you. At first, I even thought I was wrong. Or abandon the darkness and turn to the light. Although you are from the Demon City, you almost lost your life in order to protect the Xiuming Mountain and the secret sound curtain."

He spoke very softly and was covered by the sound of the sword, but Su Lianjian still heard it.

"I thought you still had a conscience and couldn't bear the suffering of the common people."

As the blade swept across, Su Lianjian groaned and staggered two steps.

"But Junior Brother Cao is right, we have different positions, and we are destined not to be friends." Wen Ke's face was cold, and he suddenly made a killer move, "So, farewell, Chief Su."

"Boom—"

Under the sky, there was a sound of thunder, and everyone outside Zhiyang Hall was stunned for a moment.

Xue Si looked up, and a mountain in the distance was razed to the ground, the snow collapsed, and thick black smoke came out.

"The head is near the speculative hall!"

The young man in the square turban rushed forward, "I'll go over there, please."

"Yuzhi is testing his new invention, don't worry about it, let him go." Sun Zhonglang didn't agree, Xue Si didn't make a statement, Yan Shizhai was stunned: "Which invention can level the mountain?"

"What's Yuzhi's ability? It's not like you haven't seen it before, so you made a fuss." Sun Zhonglang blamed him and ordered him to go back to rest. Yan Shizhai frowned: "Master, are you so relieved?"

"Why am I worried? He's not a brat, and he does things properly." Sun Zhonglang was calm, and Yan Shizhai frowned even deeper: "No matter how measured you are, you can't level the mountain, right? No, I Gotta go and see before he gets hurt."

"Are you afraid that he will be injured, or are you worried that he will not be injured?"

Sun Zhonglang turned around and looked at him with burning eyes.

Yan Shizhai was completely annoyed: "How could I expect him to be injured? What are you talking about, head!"

"Red plums and white plums are one of my great attractions in Linyuan. They were all destroyed by the Demon City back then. Yuzhi rescued a few and planted them all in the Sibian Hall." Sun Zhonglang was very calm, "I also went to help."

He took two steps forward, lightly brushing the snow off Yan Shizhai's shoulders, and when he stretched out his hand again, there was a white plum petal in his palm.

"Yuzhi is the youngest. Eldest brother told me to protect him well. Just in case, I planted a magic technique on the white plum tree. If he is in trouble, I will definitely know."

Sun Zhonglang held the petal, and with a little force, a wisp of spiritual energy floated from his palm.

"You know, that night, when I sensed that Su Lianjian was burying Yuzhi's puppet, how did I feel?" He was still talking lightly, as if he was not angry at all, "You know, when I found out, you How did you feel when you held another puppet's head and went to Xiuming Mountain to meet him?"

After a meal at the banquet, he realized that the matter had already been revealed, and he sneered, "Since you already know, why wait until now? Are you not afraid that Sun Yi will die in the dungeon? Then, how will you explain to Gu Qing? "

"Young years need to grow up."

Sun Zhonglang spoke very lightly, but the listeners were very heavy.

Xue Si stood aside, watching the disciples outside Zhiyang Hall take off their snow-covered sword robes and their once clean eyes. Dark and devilish energy rose up, turning green like a swamp, submerging the originally majestic main hall.

"Guzhu Xue, I need to clean up the door, please go ahead."

As soon as the words fell, an indigo long sword broke out of the box, and the sound of the sword was like a surging tide, swallowing the sun and the moon.

Xue Si glanced at it, and seemed to have guessed something, without saying anything, turned over and jumped down from the auditorium, and walked away on the snow.

"Stop him!"

Yan Shizhai yelled loudly, but the sky was covered with snow, completely blocking their way forward.

"Master Sun, I will help you with the spirit killing formation, so be careful."

Xue Siqingyue's voice seemed to pass through clouds and snow, so ethereal and hard to find.

On Linglong Slope, Xue Wendi fell into a hard fight.

The towering giant python is huge in size, but it moves extremely fast. Its thick and dense scales are invulnerable to swords and guns, and its spiritual energy is difficult to invade. Whether it is the sword energy of Hengyan or Feixue in the spirit killing formation, there is nothing it can do about it.

Xue Wendi fought and retreated, with a dull pain in his heart and mouth, and it was difficult for the spiritual energy in his body to circulate smoothly, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Dodging Zhong Youqi's sharp teeth again, he jumped back in the air, trying to distance himself from the opponent.The huge snake tail prostrated on the ground waited for an opportunity to sweep across, and hit him hard on the side of the waist. Xue Wendi staggered two steps, his eyes turned black, Zhong Youqi rolled him up, tightened his grip, and hung him in the air in front of him.

"Don't struggle anymore, you are destined to be mine." He spat out a snake letter, and Xue Wendi's scarred appearance was reflected in his light-colored streamer eyes.

He was very excited: "I used to think that when you were blood-stained and begged me to let you go with tears in your eyes, you must be very fragile and beautiful."

"Now, come and beg me."

He slammed closer, and the cold scales pressed against Xue Wendi's chin, which was intimidating and disgusting.

"Do your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

Xue Wendi gritted his teeth, opened a gap with luck in his left hand, and pried open his tight scales with a sword in his right hand.

Zhong Youqi remained unmoved, and continued to tighten his grip. Xue Wendi let out a roar, and Hengyan instantly broke through the snake's scales, piercing deeply into the soft flesh.

Blood spurted out, drenching Xue Wendi's half body.

Zhong Youqi was in pain, and as soon as the snake's tail loosened, it opened its mouth to bite him. Xue Wendi drew out his left hand and hit him head-on, and stabbed in with the sword in his right hand, stirring his flesh and blood, soaking in the boundless snow.

Zhong Youqi roared, let go of him completely, and rolled Hengyan back, Xue Wendi clenched tightly, and his whole body was half hung on him.The black demonic energy continued to seep out from the wound, and it was likely to heal himself. Seeing this, Xue Wendi didn't care much, gathered the spiritual energy with his left hand, and slashed fiercely.Two completely different internal breaths exploded in Zhong Youqi's body, the giant python screamed in pain, and rolled down the Linglong slope.Xue Wendi was taken by him, and he also became dizzy.When he struggled to get up again, Zhong Youqi had already returned to his human form.

Xue Wendi picked up the Hengyan that had fallen in the scorched earth, and Zhong Youqi stood up, clutching his bleeding belly.

"You're going to kill me?"

He was panting and sweating profusely.

"Nonsense, if I don't kill you, will you save the stew?"

Xue Wendi was also exhausted, but he still held Hengyan firmly, ready to send this bastard down to meet the King of Hades.

"Kill me, and you won't survive!"

Zhong Youqi yelled, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, Xue Wendi was too ruthless, his aura completely clashed with his own inner aura, if he didn't force it out, his meridians would be seriously injured and his foundation would be completely destroyed.

"Really?" Xue Wendi smiled and didn't mind at all, "Are you going to tell me that your scimitar has already nailed me to your fate, and that you and I are fused with each other, and we are all damaged?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhong Youqi asked loudly, Xue Wendi laughed: "What am I afraid of! At the crossing of Huangquan, Lord of the Underworld, I will see you and kill you once! If you don't stay with me until you die, then I will accompany you to the end!"

"Hahaha..." Zhong Youqi also laughed, "Xue Si, how did Xue Si teach you such an apprentice! Idiot!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Xue Wendi made a sword move.

"Did you think it would be you who died!"

Zhong Youqi yelled like crazy, "Since you and I are connected by blood, why am I deeply injured while you are unscathed!"

Xue Wendi paused.

"Your body was dug out by your master, did you see your soul before it returned?" Zhong Youqi laughed, "You're so stupid!"

Xue Wendi's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

"What I put on you is a curse! From birth to death, there is no solution unless the soul flies away!" Zhong Youqi's face was distorted, with veins bulging on his forehead, "Your master must have changed your blood for you, so that the curse can't be cured!" Transferred to yourself! Every point you hurt me will be retribution on your master! If I die, Xue Si will not live!"

Xue Wendi shook his right hand: "You, what did you say?"

"I said I'm dead, and I'm going to take Xue Si to hell!"

"shut up!"

Xue Wendi made a mournful sound, and pierced Zhong Youqi's shoulder with a sword.

The blood was still warm, but he really wasn't in pain.

is this real?is that true?

Xue Wendi wiped the blood that splashed on his face, looking dumbfounded.

"Master, may I go and see myself?"

"See your bloody mess?"

"Forget it, I feel very good about myself, if this is shattered, I will be so sad!"

"You are poor."

……

Xue Wendi's mind flashed through every conversation he had with Xue Si when he was at Sui Hanfeng.

Before his soul returned to his place, he really had never seen his own body.

"Xiaolou, your sword edge is off."

Xue Wendi suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and his right hand was tightly held by Weiliang's palm.

At some point, Xue Si appeared behind him, embracing him, resting his chin on his shoulder, and the familiar light fragrance surrounded him, dispelling the haze in his heart.

"Zhong Youqi is full of tricks, you can't trust him."

"Master—"

Before Xue Wendi came back to his senses, Xue Si smiled softly and pulled Hengyan out with force.

"When you practiced swords when you were young, Master also taught you the same way. At that time, you were not as tall as a table." He spoke affectionately, with steady breathing and a gentle tone, Xue Wendi gradually calmed down.

Zhong Youqi's jaw was about to split, Xue Si just gave him an indifferent glance, and Hengyan regained his previous momentum.

"Hengyan is a sword that can cut off the fate of the world."

Xue Si's clear voice sounded the death knell for Zhong Youqi.

"The devil gathering pool still exists, and if the devil's energy persists, you can be resurrected again."

The sword light came from the east like purple air, the snow was blurry, the world was silent, and the strong sense of oppression even made Zhong Youqi unable to breathe.

"But once you cut off your connection with the Demon Gathering Pool, you will surely die."

"Xue Si, you are so ruthless."

In Zhong Youqi's light-colored pupils, only that deserted face was reflected in the end.

That face coincided with the blood moon in the magic city in memory, the flying snowflakes, the howling crowd, the falling sparks, the red windows of the tall buildings, all burned clean.

Zhong Youqi opened his eyes and fell into the pure white snow.

The demonic energy dispersed, and there was no more movement.

Xue Wendi was stunned for a long time before he felt his legs go limp, and he stretched out his arms to hug Xue Si: "Master, I'm tired."

"Master knows."

Xue Si took out a plain white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his face clean.

Xue Wendi was really tired, so let him move.

Xue Si wiped it, suddenly smiled, and asked him: "Don't sleep, this veil is for you."

"Ah?" Xue Wendi narrowed his sleepy eyes, and at a glance, it turned out to be the handkerchief with a whitebait embroidered on it.

"Send me off?"

He was very happy, and his sleepiness was greatly relieved.

"Yeah." Xue Si stuffed the veil into his arms, and pressed it gently, "Let's go, pick up your juniors and bring them back to Suihan Peak, and you will teach them swordsmanship in the future technique."

"Okay." Xue Wendi was so happy that he pulled Xue Si to leave, but the other party didn't move.

"Master?"

He turned to look at him.

Blood stained the white clothes red.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter will be sweet and come back, don’t say that I’m at the limit of one-for-one (tears)

Although the writing is terrible, but I'm sure I'm a sweet text contestant (kimbo)