Fu Luan

The sky above the Supreme Immortal League was filled with thunder, and the vast spiritual light was covering the sky and the sun.

Seeing that Xie Shigu was surrounded by the crowd, tired of coping, unable to concentrate on doing other things, and going to the main peak, Le Wuyan said to her, "I'm with you."

Jiang Rong: "Yes..."

Le Wuyan insisted: "You haven't seen Qi Sifan and Xiao Mudan, I'm afraid you won't recognize them."

Jiang Rong hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Let's go."

Le Wuyan sent a voice transmission to Xu Youming who was still fighting with Xie Shigu. Xu Youming didn't stop him, and threw Long Tiantian over: "Let him follow you with more helpers."

Long Tiantian was so angry that he jumped his feet: "I want to kill that lunatic with my own hands!"

"Come on, you," Le Wuyan said, "There are so many people who have hatred against that lunatic, and it's not your turn."

Long Tiantian grumbled and complained, and had to follow them to the main peak.

The barrier on the main peak was indeed more powerful than the barrier of the Supreme Immortal League's protective formation. With Le Wuyan's cultivation, he could hardly get close. General Rong signaled them: "Take a step back."

Le Wuyan and Long Tiantian hurriedly backed away, and saw Jiang Rong coming out violently with a spiritual power of immortal power, instantly opening the barrier.

Long Tiantian was dumbfounded, and Le Wuyan asked her worriedly: "Sister, can't you use immortal power in the mortal world? Will there be any problems?"

Jiang Rong took a breath: "It's okay, it's not that it can't be used at all, it's just a little more effort, don't worry, let's go up quickly."

On the mountain, Qin Ziyu stood still, staring at the man with his head up. Xie Shigu was attacked by dozens of Mahayana monks, and he was almost lost in the force of the attack. Cold sweat.

Knowing that this was Xie Shigu's doomed fate, and that he deserved to be rewarded, the hole in his heart seemed impossible to fill, only infinite sadness emerged from it, which made him unable to breathe and almost collapsed.

Xie Shigu's figure seemed to be further away. Qin Ziyu felt that he was about to lose sight of him. He panicked and wanted to see him more clearly, so he walked out of the yard quickly and headed towards the top of the mountain where the view was wider. Go out in the open.

In the back, he almost ran after Xie Shigu's figure, as if he was afraid that if it was a little later, this person would disappear from his eyes.

There are still many monks left on the main peak, and the three of Le Wuyan came all the way up, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, no one can stop them at all.

Soon someone arrested them without a fight and took them to Qin Ziyu's residence.

But there was no one there.

"Where are people?" Le Wuyan asked sharply, "Why is there no one?"

"...I don't know, when we came to report the matter to the leader, he was still here." The speaker was trembling, as if he really didn't know.

Le Wuyan didn't get angry, and immediately asked, "Where is Shiwei?"

Le Wuyan also said, "Where's your leader's wife?"

Qi Sifan was in his own yard. When Le Wuyan and the others rushed over, he was sitting by the pond in the yard fishing, with an unprecedentedly relaxed expression.

Seeing Le Wuyan, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is he dead? Have you already killed him?"

Jiang Rong stopped in his tracks, looked at the person in front of him carefully, and gradually frowned.

Le Wuyan asked him: "You are the only one here? Where is Little Peony?"

Qi Sifan said calmly: "I don't know, isn't he in his yard? Don't worry, he will be fine. That lunatic is reluctant to touch him. If he disappears, maybe he wants to get away and wants to kill him himself. What about that lunatic?"

Le Wuyan raised his voice: "Little Peony's cultivation base is low, how could he kill Xie Shigu?"

"It's not impossible, how do you know if you haven't tried it?" Qi Sifan raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a bit of a weird smile in his smile.

"No, he's not Shi Wei!" Jiang Rong said suddenly, almost exclaiming.

Le Wuyan looked at her in disbelief: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Rong strode forward and stopped in front of Qi Sifan with Xianli wrapped in his palms. Qi Sifan didn't dodge or dodge, and lightly closed his eyes, as if he knew this beforehand.

After a while, Jiang Rong stopped with trembling hands, already speechless.

Le Wuyan asked him, "Really?"

"He is not Shi Wei," Jiang Rong said with difficulty, "I read his previous life, he is not Shi Wei, he has nothing to do with Shi Wei, how could he make a mistake, even a mistake..."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Long Tiantian had a half-knowledge, and asked curiously, "Isn't this person the Taoist partner of that lunatic? Then who is it? Brother and his disciple?"

Le Wuyan also froze in place: "Is it Little Peony? Little Peony was born with spiritual roots, he is a demon cultivator, didn't you say that Shi Wei can only be reincarnated as ordinary mortals from generation to generation? How could that be? Him? How could such a mistake be made?"

"I'm really not Shi Wei." Qi Sifan opened his eyes, and there was only sarcasm in his eyes.

"You knew?" Le Wuyan asked him in surprise.

"It's not too early," Qi Sifan said with a smile, "A few days ago, I took that hair tie to give to your disciple. I just wanted to try him out, but I didn't expect that hair tie to really recognize it." He, that lunatic used to say that the hair tie was a token of love between him and Shi Wei, and he would never recognize the two masters except Shi Wei, but I can wear the hair tie, and now I recognize someone else, don't you think it's funny?"

Under Jiang Rong and Le Wuyan's astonished gazes, he continued: "Although I don't know why a headband recognizes two people at the same time, but from that day on, I am almost certain that he is Shi Wei, and I am not. , After all, he likes that lunatic so much, how could it not be Shi Wei."

Le Wuyan: "...you guessed it, but you didn't tell them? Didn't Little Peony know that the headband wouldn't recognize the second master?"

Qi Sifan said: "Why should I tell them? I wasted 40 years, who will compensate me, who will take pity on me? I am just an ordinary mortal, how many 40 years can I have in my life? Everything is gone, I am so unhappy, why should I fulfill them?"

"Besides, I'm not saying I'm helping that disciple, you don't know, he was crushed by that lunatic, and in your words, even if his spiritual root is broken and he can no longer practice, he also hates that lunatic." Madman, he doesn't know that he is Shi Wei, and he can take revenge quickly, what if he knows?"

"You said... his dantian was broken?"

Le Wuyan turned pale in shock: "He broke his dantian? How could he break his dantian? Doesn't he still have cultivation?"

"Two years ago, someone came to rescue him and took him away. Later, that lunatic went after him, and he came back like this," Qi Sifan said slowly, "The lunatic used magic to help him keep his cultivation, but It's useless, it's just to keep it, and you can't go any further."

"Yunshu, he actually broke the spiritual root that Shi Wei had grown so hard..."

Jiang Rong was about to faint, and he gritted his teeth with hatred: "What the hell is he doing? Why is he so confused, has he really lost his mind and gone crazy?"

"Hairband," she seemed to think of something in the confusion, and immediately said, "After Shi Wei was sent to the mortal world, I helped him put away the Qinghe sword, but the hairband was always with Yunshu. It's different, that Qinghe sword can be used as long as you have learned his Qinghe swordsmanship, but the headband really only recognizes him."

She said and stared at Qi Sifan for a while, and seemed to finally understand: "Because you raised him, you raised Shiwei, and the hair band was taken to Heigu by Yunshu, it should be when he released those demons from Heigu I just found it back, the hairband was soaked by the evil spirit of the demon in the black valley, lost its spirituality, and can no longer judge accurately, so I just sensed the breath of time that was contaminated on you, and recognized you, not even you , Other people who have raised Shiwei can also be recognized by that hair band."

Qi Sifan said in a daze: "...I raised him?"

"Yes," Le Wuyan affirmed, "Peony, you got lost at the Lantern Festival in Lantern Festival when you were young, and the person who sent you back, you gave him a pot of peony."

Qi Sifan widened his eyes in astonishment, seemingly unbelievable: "It's because of this, it's because of this... But why didn't the headband recognize him at the beginning? That lunatic took the headband for him to try on three years ago, and that The time clearly failed."

"He tried it on Little Peony before?" Le Wuyan was again stunned.

Jiang Rong frowned: "Maybe it's because Shi Wei has been a demon cultivator all his life, and he has a demonic aura on his body, covering up his own aura. Now,...his spiritual root is broken, and the demonic aura has dissipated."

Le Wuyan suddenly remembered that when Qin Ziyu had just transformed into a human being, his spiritual roots were too weak to practice, so he suggested that Qin Ziyu braid his hair into braids, gather the evil energy around him, and use the evil energy to irrigate the spiritual roots to help him. He barely stepped into the door of practice.

Unexpectedly, because of this, in the end, there are accidents, the world is impermanent, and good fortune tricks people, and the cause and effect are like this.

If he remembered...

Le Wuyan anxiously asked Jiang Rong: "Can you figure out where Little Peony is now?"

Jiang Rong opened his spiritual sense to find out, and his face suddenly changed: "He chased Yun Shu to the top of the mountain."

Le Wuyan tried to transmit the sound, but there was no response, and he became more impatient: "Did he not hear it? Why did he ignore me? What is he going to the top of the mountain for?"

Jiang Rong made a decisive decision: "We will go there immediately!"

On the top of the mountain, Qin Ziyu climbed to the top of the rock, and there was no obstacle in sight.

The ear-piercing sounds of fighting all around made him have a splitting headache, so he simply turned off his hearing and just stared at that one person.

Xie Shigu was not far ahead, surrounded by countless people, suffered heavy injuries, and seemed to be stagnant in his actions.

Qin Ziyu's heart was beating up to his throat, and finally he couldn't hold back his mouth, and called out to him, "Thank you Shigu."

Xie Shigu heard Qin Ziyu's voice in a trance, looked back, and saw the figure standing on the cliff, his pupils shrank slightly.

Qin Ziyu called him again: "Thank you Shigu, come back."

Xie Shigu's eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth and swung the iron fan away. In an instant, there was a huge storm, and he pushed it out like a mountain and a sea, and opened the several Taoist elders who were blocking him at the same time.

He took the opportunity to turn into a light, and spun out, and immediately landed back on the top of the mountain, in front of Qin Ziyu.

Qin Ziyu raised his head, and Xu Youming, who was chasing after him, nodded lightly, with pleading in his eyes.

Xu Youming paused, and used his sword to block the crowd who were about to rush forward.

Xie Shigu couldn't stand still, and his black robe was covered in blood.

A hundred Mahayana elders may not be able to do anything to him, but there is also Xu Youming among them. They came with the belief that they must kill him, and he was powerless after all.

With tears in his eyes, Qin Ziyu stepped forward step by step. Xie Shigu stood up and stared at him with red eyes.

"son……"

Just as he said it, his heart ached, and a big mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth again: "...Yu."

The long sword in Qin Ziyu's hand pierced through his heart.

If you must die, why not let me kill you.

But there was no relief, no joy, seeing Xie Shigu like this, he only tasted the pain in his heart that was almost crushing him, making him even want to go with him like this.

Qin Ziyu's eyes were wide open, tears kept falling, Xie Shigu's face was gradually blurred in his vision.

His sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be tossed, and the wind and waves kept disturbing him, making him miserable, as if something was finally about to break out of the cage.

The memory opened in an instant, and countless pictures of the past rushed out.

Xingyuanhai, he and that person joined hands to offer sacrifices to the Dao of Heaven, and exchanged the deeds of Taoist companions.

The man tied the golden headband in his hair with his own hands.

In the long time that has never changed since ancient times, they were once admired by everyone, a real couple of gods and gods.

In the battle between immortals and demons, the man blocked the attack for him, but was stabbed by the soul-breaking sword tainted with devilish energy.

Regardless of everything, he violated the way of heaven and refined the evil formation in exchange for that person's rebirth.

He was punished by the heavens and knocked down from the mortal world. He was reincarnated life after life without a good end.

Reunited again, he is a beggar in the mortal world, and that person came by cloud and fog to redeem him.

The man said that he would take him to the Land of Ultimate Bliss, and he yearned and looked forward to it with all his heart.

He lived the happiest few years in his short life, and finally was regarded as an assassin by passing officers and soldiers, and ended his life casually.

Reincarnated again, he became a white peony in that Gaomen Hou's mansion, was raised by the young prince of the Hou's mansion for several years, and was taken to Xiaoyao Xianshan after tossing and turning.

In the end, it was the siege of Xiaoyao Mountain. The man caught him, looked at him casually, and asked him: "Little monster, what are you afraid of?"

Qin Ziyu looked at the person in front of him in a daze, tears streaming down his face, and instinctively whispered the name buried in his memory for thousands of years: "... Yunshu."

Xie Shigu was stunned on the spot.

He lowered his eyes in disbelief, the Qinghe sword was stuck in his heart, on the hilt, the golden hair band was wrapped around Qin Ziyu's hand, stained with his blood, whimpering and fluttering in the cold wind.

At that moment, it was as if he had been enlightened, and no other proof was needed.

He counted the right time, the right place, but the wrong person.

60 years ago, at the moment when the young son of the Marquis of Changxing was born, in the corner under the outer wall of the house, there was an inconspicuous peony seed that broke through the ground silently and sprouted.

Nobody knows.

He obviously liked him so much, but because of obsession, he missed him again and again, and didn't even recognize him.

Xie Shigu stared at the person in front of him for a moment, choked up silently.

He was wrong, very wrong.

He blamed the sky and others, in fact, the law of heaven had given him a glimmer of life long ago, and it was destroyed by himself.

Raising his hand, he subconsciously wanted to touch Qin Ziyu, but his hand stopped on the cheek of Qin Ziyu who was crying, but he didn't dare to touch it again.

"sorry."

After saying these three words, Xie Shigu only had nostalgia in his eyes, Qin Ziyu seemed to have a feeling, and wanted to keep him in a panic: "Don't, don't do this..."

Xie Shigu held his last breath and began to cast the spell.

The spiritual power of black water gushed out from his body continuously, covering Qin Ziyu's whole body, Qin Ziyu cried and begged him to stop.

Xie Shigu just looked at him, this time he still didn't listen to him.

When the last drop of true energy was exhausted, Xie Shigu's dantian exploded amidst Qin Ziyu's wailing, and his body turned into powder.

And his primordial spirit was completely wiped out at that moment.

Qin Ziyu cried out in pain: "Yunshu!"

That person can no longer hear.

His shattered dantian was gathered again, it was no longer dull and dull, and the dark blue spiritual power flowed in it, full and full.

Xie Shigu exhausted his whole life's cultivation, and at the price of losing his soul, he got his spiritual root rebuilt.