After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The clothing made of frost and snow white silk was stained with a thick bloody smell, and it fell in front of Sheng Huaizhao. Yun Jian's handwriting was thin, and the blood-stained characters were cold, just like himself.

Sheng Huaizhao quietly picked up the letter of divorce, and glanced at Yun Jian indifferently. The eyes of both of them were cold, like a bottomless cold pool, without any emotion leaking out.

It's useless to be angry, Yun Jian casually closed his eyes lightly, his words and deeds revealed his determination to no longer have any communication with him.

But it was clearly decided in this way, but when Sheng Huaizhao was completely ignored, there was a faint burning pain in his chest, as if a large piece of fireworks was set off in the ventricle, burning the heart along the blood vessels, boiling the limbs, and at the same time, the pain was unbearable.

Yun Jian lowered his eyes and meditated, because the vision was stripped, the remaining four senses became clearer and clearer, and the rustling noise in the dark cell was particularly disturbing.

I don't know whether it's the heartburn or the noise that disturbs the ears, Yun Jian took the initiative to recover from the sea of ​​consciousness for the first time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two people sitting together in front of the dark prison,

Sheng Huaizhao seemed to have no bones in his body, leaning softly on Mingshun's body, every detail could be said to fit perfectly, in Yun Jian's eyes, it seemed as if the two had grown together.

The dull pain in his chest intensified, and Yun Jian unconsciously pressed his fingertips into his palms.

She just broke up with him before, but now she is so close to other people, did she ever look like a half-wife?

Late returning rationality binds the heart, like seeing the melting ice for the first time and sinking into a new chill, Yun Jian quickly cut off from the surroundings and quietly sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sheng Huaizhao!"

But as soon as he meditated, Mingshun's eager voice came from his ears: "Come on! Help! He, he can't hold on anymore!"

The sudden change was related to Sheng Huaizhao.

Yun Jian closed his eyes tightly, that life and death has nothing to do with me.

Sheng Huaizhao leaned on Mingshun's shoulder and pretended to be sick. Although the purpose of the lie was to attract the attention of the Yanfeng faction, he subconsciously glanced inside.

Although he didn't expect any reaction from Yun Jian, Sheng Huaizhao felt unhappy because the man turned a deaf ear to him.

It was clear that Yun Jian was the one he abandoned yesterday, but today he has become his next cousin, what a fucking feng shui turn.

When Mingshun's voice was almost hoarse, there was finally movement outside the dark cell.

Chen Qian shook his hands and waved his sleeves, arrogantly: "What's your name?"

Sheng Huaizhao's half-closed eyes trembled slightly.

The person who came was actually Chen Qian?Didn't he still be beaten on the ground by Yun Jian last night until he cried for his father and mother?What kind of panacea did the Yanfeng sect hide, so that he could show off his might right now?

Mingshun stammered, "He, he's sick, please save him!"

Sheng Huaizhao pinched the little monk's waist from behind. What happened? Didn't he recover just now? Was the wound torn?

Mingshun shivered and cried, "Anyway, he is in critical condition, please take a look at him!"

Chen Qian glanced at the two of them and sneered: "Okay, then let me see your injury in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his finger and raised Sheng Huaizhao's eyebrows.

The spiritual power was like swift and violent lightning, splitting into Sheng Huaizhao's dilapidated sea of ​​consciousness, and the surging electric current went straight to his limbs, making him cough uncontrollably, and the smell of blood overflowed from his throat.

Mingshun's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly waved Chen Qian's hand away: "He is so ill, you still want to test his cultivation!"

This kind of low-handed detection method was used by head Lin on Yun Jian, but he was crushed by Yun Jian, and the dirty purpose was not achieved.But the gap between Chen Qian and Sheng Huaizhao was still too large. It was easy for him to know the situation of a useless person.

It was a naked humiliation to be spied on all over. Chen Qian withdrew his hand arrogantly, triumphantly: "The core of the spirit is broken, and the tendons are weak. The situation is really urgent."

Mingshun knelt and supported Sheng Huaizhao: "Are you okay?"

Sheng Huaizhao said weakly, "...it's okay."

"Mingshun, Sect Master Lin and your master are close friends, and I really can't bear to see you not knowing people clearly and making friends with people of the devil way." Chen Qian put on a persuasive look, "My trip is I’m here to persuade you to return from the wrong path, and don’t let your master under the nine springs feel cold.”

Ming Shun has always been upright, when he heard that Chen Qian threatened him with his master, he was about to stand up and resist, but Sheng Huaizhao grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"I know that people who practice Buddhism are compassionate, but not everyone can get along well." Chen Qian was sure that the two of them would not pose a threat, Shi Shiran said, "In the future, if you want to rely on the Yanfeng Sect, you should be with me." Send disciples to get closer."

After Chen Qian finished speaking, he glanced back meaningfully, only then did Ming Shun realize that the little monk he rescued yesterday was waiting not far away.

Chen Qian raised his eyes: "As long as you break off the relationship with that demon cultivator, the head will definitely not embarrass you."

Ming Shun lowered his head unwillingly, and responded with a hoarse voice, in exchange for Chen Qian to release them from the dark prison.

Chen Qian gave the little monk a glance, the latter nodded knowingly, and greeted Mingshun and Sheng Huaizhao.

"I've heard about the Qingchiling incident. Friends Mingshun, we are upright, so we shouldn't go with demon cultivators." The little monk led the two of them, guiding them to join them in the Yanfeng faction. Smart move.

Seeing Mingshun's expression of wanting to refute but forcibly endured, Sheng Huaizhao found it funny, and felt more and more like he was leading a bad student.

"Are you angry?" Taking advantage of Mingshun's posture of supporting him, Sheng Huaizhao leaned into his ear and whispered.

Mingshun looked down at the road on his toes: "I don't know."

As if he had made up his mind, he said to the person in front of him: "Fellow Daoist, at Qingchiling last night, everyone from the Yanfeng Sect said they wanted to kill people and take their bones. What's going on?"

Sheng Huaizhao sighed silently in his heart.

Sure enough, the little monk couldn't help it. His world was either black or white. He couldn't accept righteousness to do evil, and it was hard for him to believe that demons practiced goodness. Therefore, he had a choice beyond his cognition, and he needed to get to the bottom of it.

Sheng Huaizhao can actually understand that the little monk is so well protected by his master and has never seen the dangers of this world, so he is so stubborn.

The monk in front of him didn't answer immediately, but walked a few steps forward and stopped in front of a cliff.

"The head said that you are seriously injured and must be treated in time." The monk turned his head and showed a ferocious smile, "This is the Xurun Mountain where our Yanfeng Sect specializes in raising spiritual plants."

Before Mingshun could react, a gust of wind hit his back.

When he fell into the cliff, he looked back in astonishment, only to see the monk smiling coldly.

"The former head of the Yanfeng Sect desperately sealed the evil tiger that killed the mountain and suppressed it in Xurun Mountain. If you can escape the evil tiger's mouth, you will have as many spiritual plants in the mountain as you want."

There was a lot of fog in Shen's dream, and when Yun Jian escaped from the sea of ​​consciousness, it was already dawn the next day.

He clutched his chest and coughed out a mouthful of black blood, slowly waking up.

As long as Yun Jian closes his eyes, he will see strange dreams.

He dreamed that he was running in the rain with a red wedding dress on his back, and dreamed that he was pinching the seriously injured Sheng Huaizhao.

Yun Jian held his forehead lightly in pain, only then did he realize that he was in a dark and cold cave.

He slowly reached out to touch the wall, and when he started, he realized that his whole body was in pain, and he had a lot of new injuries inexplicably.

"Lady..." He instinctively called out in a low voice, but all kinds of broken fragments flashed back in his mind.

In this gloomy cave, Sheng Huaizhao held him in his arms and stroked his back.

Yun Jian shook his head sullenly, but found that his memory was intermittent, and he couldn't figure out the cause and effect.

But Sheng Huaizhao was nowhere to be found, his spiritual core was completely broken, he had no cultivation base, and his chest was injured, so he definitely couldn't live alone in the wild.

Yun Jian's dark pupils were foggy, and he searched in a panic in private, only to see a piece of torn clothes at the entrance of the cave.

Yun Jian looked familiar, raised his finger to Yufeng, and recalled the bloody book on the sleeve. With the dim light source, he saw the bloody writing on the sleeve clearly, his pupils constricted for a moment in shock.

And Li Shu!

It was He Lishu? !

Who wrote it?

...Sheng Huaizhao?

Yun Jian's hands trembled for a moment, his eyes were dyed red uncontrollably, and he stared blankly at a piece of sleeve that fell to the ground.

His wife wants to reconcile with him?how come?In the end what happened?

"Are you awake?" A contemptuous male voice came from outside the grotto blocked by the iron bars.

When Sect Leader Lin followed his breath, what he saw was the young man squatting at the entrance of the cave, clutching his sleeves, his eyes were empty and blank.

The damp water vapor in the cold prison is like a thin glaze, Yun Jian's forehead is completely wet, and his frightened face is as fragile as glazed bone china, which is completely different from the young man who was full of hostility and killing intent yesterday. two people.

Head Lin frowned. Before he came to the prison, he also took the third-order elixir, just to prevent the demon cultivator from having a fierce battle with him.

But this Demon Cultivator who broke through the Yanfeng Sect's Devil Capture Formation, was at least at the late Xunxiayun Stage, and possessed a sword bone, how it seemed that he lost all his bone spurs overnight, anyone can figure out.

Sect Leader Lin was puzzled: "You hurt me, the sixty disciples of the Yanfeng Sect, are you ready to die?"

However, Yun Jian seemed to have never heard of it, his eyes full of water were slowly raised, and he asked tremblingly, "Where is my wife?"

"Do you know how to cry for your father and mother when you are dying?" Sect Leader Lin smiled, "It doesn't matter, when you are free after death, you can go to whomever you want."

The brief introduction with glistening eyes sank into the dark river, and Yun Jian's hoarse voice revealed a different kind of coldness.

He stared at Sect Leader Lin, and asked again: "What about the little monk?"

"Little monk? Are you asking the two who came with you?" Master Lin subconsciously caught this subtle change, and placed his sword on Yun Jian's shoulder with great vigilance.

What does it feel like?

Obviously the person in front of him was crying, but at that moment he felt a threat no less than last night.

Kill him, kill him!

Sect Leader Lin's hand holding the sword tightened three points again, obviously his intention to strike was already so strong, but the young man didn't realize it, and even approached him like a snake climbing up.

The wind flowing on the side of the face seemed to have hardness, and when it blew over the eyelids, it was mixed with a killing intent for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the young man was already close at hand, and he asked again, "Where are they?"

This pair of black pupils seemed to be breathtaking, and headmaster Lin broke out in a cold sweat, even the hand holding the sword trembled.

The sword blade cut Yun Jian's skin, and bright red blood dripped on the blade. Sect Leader Lin was in a trance for a moment, and the panic and fear just now was suppressed by the blood.

What did he feel just now?The coercion of leapfrog cultivation?Sudden murderous coercion?

...from this whimpering brat?

How can it be!He has been cultivated for nearly 200 years, but he was shocked by Yun Jian's eyes?

As if trying to save face in successive defeats, Sect Leader Lin said harshly: "Since you don't struggle, then I will let you understand. They have now fallen into the Xurun Mountain and become the prey of the White Tiger who guards the mountain." Chinese food."

But the surroundings became quiet in an instant, and the young man's voice was clear and eloquent, revealing the cold silence after the dust settled: "You killed them."

Sect Master Lin grasped the hilt of his sword and stabbed vigorously: "Don't worry, you are going to be reunited soon!"