Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

As soon as Shi Shi returned to Wuling, he knew that the thunder was indeed related to Xue Lingjing. Fu Qingfeng waited in front of Zhongfeng with a solemn expression, as if he was waiting for him intentionally, and went up to meet him when he saw him.

"Peak Master Fu." Shitou didn't bother to argue, just asked, "What's going on?"

"Talk while walking." Fu Qingfeng said as he led the way. The stone counted the steps, and he probably knew that he was going to the Izumo Hall where Xue Lingjing lived. The cheating fan disciple and the liar surnamed Wang then went back to the Izumo Hall. Early this morning, he suddenly summoned all the disciples, saying that he was about to ascend, and that he was going to go back to the mountain deer to cross the calamity. "

Shitou interrupted: "Did Xue Lingjing mention the matter of ascension before?"

Fu Qingfeng was stunned, and quickly shook his head and said: "Master himself never mentioned it, but there are rumors among uncles and uncles that Master received the favor of immortals in his early years, so it is not surprising to ascend at this time."

"He hasn't reached the time for ascension." Shitou asserted, "He has knots in his heart, and his cultivation level is not enough. If he cultivates for a hundred years in Haosheng and hammers and forges the bones of immortals, he may be able to ascend to immortality before his life expectancy is five hundred, but it is definitely not now."

Fu Qingfeng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he forgot to drink for a moment, he just said in a daze, "Master won't...won't there be any difference?"

Stone did not speak.

The two stopped in front of the Izumo Hall, and Fu Qingfeng said: "Fellow Daoist Shi, Master has an order that we and other Wuling disciples are not allowed to enter the Izumo Hall, let alone the back mountain, I would like to ask you..."

Shi Shi finally laughed out: "So you are waiting for me to help at the mountain gate? You are still a little clever ghost."

After finishing speaking, he turned the handle of the fan upside down and patted Fu Qingfeng's shoulder reassuringly, then stepped into the Izumo Hall. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint fragrance, which came from the bedroom, and it was actually somewhat familiar.

He hurried into the bedroom, Xue Lingjing's room was like a snow cave, with no decorations at all, all the bedding, pillows and mats had been put away, the teacup, piano and chess were no longer where they were, only one was placed on the small table in front of the bed The gilt ebony box, the stone walked over to open it, but found a piece of wax-sealed letter paper and a small ball of oiled paper inside, and the rich fragrance came from the paper ball.

Shi Shi was not in a hurry to open the letterhead, but unfolded the ball of paper two or three times.

There were three clumsy and clumsy ink characters written in the middle of the ball of paper. Shi Shi stared at those three characters and felt a buzzing sound in his head.

"...Deng Xianfen."

In addition to the upper, middle, and lower peaks, Taoyuanjin also has a back mountain. Strictly speaking, half of the mountain has already left Taoyuan, so it cannot be regarded as the boundary of Wuling.

This mountain moves from east to west, and its overall shape is like a stag sitting back, with high neck, sunken eye sockets, kneeling on all fours in Taoyuanjin, with brilliant spring flowers, like clouds steaming, but a slanted and stretched stone corner stretches out. Outside Taoyuanjin, there are steep rocks, desolate and desolate.

The place where the "antlers" are located is the highest peak of the back mountain "Luhuipo", the place Xue Lingjing chose to cross the catastrophe.

Headmaster Xue was standing in the waterfall in front of the cliff with his hands behind his back. He had already bathed and changed his clothes. His white clothes were as clean as ice jade, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his face was sickly, and his lips were abnormally gray.

A series of loud noises exploded from the sky, he did not hide or cast a spell, just stood upright like a stake, not like a calamity, but as if he wanted to die.

The Ascension Tribulation is different from ordinary thunders, it is to give the monk the most severe test, to cleanse his spiritual power, hammer and grind his bones, and wash away his evil spirits, only then will the gate of heaven be opened for him.Therefore, since ancient times, the great masters who want to go through the calamities and become immortals often prepare dozens of sacred artifacts and hundreds of disciples. , into a fairy soul.

Xue Lingjing didn't have any of them. He just stood quietly on the steep slope of the cliff. What hung around his waist was not a mirror fan, but a long silver sword that he used when he was still a disciple.

He caressed the lines on the sword carefully. The last time he held this sword was a hundred years ago. Wearing his disciple's Taoist robe, he sat quietly under the knee of the weird-tempered fairy, beating his leg.While secretly drinking his Wuling's old wine, Xianjun squinted his eyes to look at the erotic picture book bought by the mortal world, and was pressed down by him, pinching his face when it was light and heavy, and touching his crotch when he felt comfortable. head.

"Little Xue," Xianjun asked lazily, "Every time you come to Wuling, you serve me as a god, do you complain?"

He couldn't remember what he answered, but he vaguely remembered that Xianjun was not satisfied, nodded his forehead with his mouth curled up, stepped on the footstool, walked down, and said with a flick of his sleeve: "In your life, you have died three times. The first time was during Yu Suqing's death, the second time was because of being disrespectful to the gods, and the third time was on the day when he ascended through calamities."

As Xianjun spoke, he raised his eyebrows slightly, blinked his eyes and revealed a mischievous smile, his unrestrained eyebrows were as bright as peach blossoms for a moment: "It happens that there is a fairy boy who beats his legs by my side, I see you and me Xinyi, I will give you a little gadget to help you survive three times of death, and how about pounding my legs for 300 years after you ascended?"

Xue Lingjing still couldn't remember how he answered at that time. Before he had time to think back, another series of thunderstorms fell suddenly. He was so "wow" that he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, his limbs stretched weakly. The blood stained into the sleeve of his robe. It seemed as if a huge peach blossom had bloomed.

He closed his eyes and breathed quickly, as if the thunder hadn't hit him, but he did hear some cracking sound, it was very soft, but like an ant getting into the ear canal, It is impossible to ignore.

Mountain fires were ignited on the barren slopes, snakes, insects, mice and ants were running around. The thunder fell for an unknown period of time, and everything in the world was like a purgatory on earth, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.Xue Lingjing only felt that his eyes were frozen and he couldn't move. When he closed his eyes and listened carefully, he could hear the sound of crackling fire in his ears, mixed with small footsteps.

He thought to himself: Here we come.

Almost at the same time, a burst of laughter came into his ears.

"Master Xue seems to be heartbroken," the voice got closer and closer, "Even if you are Master Xue, you have evil spirits that you can't resist, hahahaha..."

Xue Lingjing said softly, "Song Zhiyu."

The pale and thin young man was wearing an overly wide water-patterned Tsing Yi, like a paper kite fluttering in the wind, stepping on the raindrops, walked up to him, and kicked the ground in front of him: "What? Master Xue can't even move!" gone?"

Another thunderstorm fell, and Song Zhiyu turned sideways to avoid it. This action made him cough a few times along his mouth, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "You lied to your disciples that you were going to ascend, but you actually didn't want them to know that you Are you infected with evil spirits? Is it hard to kill so many disciples? Lightning strikes you, and you feel really happy? That's why you don't hide. The dignified master Xue is also afraid that his disciples will know that he is a coward! Haha ,Hahaha……"

"You're dying." Xue Lingjing said coldly, "Even three souls and seven souls were fed to the brocade insects, and all conscience and good thoughts were devoured."

"Yes, I'm dying." Song Zhiyu covered his mouth and coughed a few more times, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I will disperse my soul before I die—my body is full of yang souls that eat brocade insects , once scattered, no one in Wuling can survive except you and your three disciples... Now that you have been tricked into diverting the tiger away from the mountain, you will die immediately. "

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out an Emei thorn from his waist, his wrist was trembling, and he quickly pointed towards Xue Lingjing's door.

Xue Lingjing was short enough to dodge it, but the Emei thorn was brisk, and he was robbed by lightning again, so Song Zhiyu's face became more ferocious, his eyes glowed red, his movements became faster and faster, and his moves were round and sinister , meticulous and tricky, it doesn't look like decent kung fu at all.

While dodging, Xue Lingjing said, "You lack strength and your steps are shallow. No matter who taught you, you are too eager for quick success."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks!" Song Zhiyu said bitterly, and the offensive became more and more fierce. "I was born with a remnant soul. If I didn't use evil methods that you don't like, how could I survive until now? I just want to live, so what's the matter?" crime?"

"Zhang Qifeng also wanted you to live, so what's his fault?" Xue Lingjing stepped back quickly and asked in a cold voice.

"Of course Master is not guilty, Master and I are the same!" Song Zhiyu hissed as if his foot had been stepped on sorely, "If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, 'he' would be on Penglai Island now, just like me, he could Say, you can move, you can dance, and you will always be with me..."

"You want to use his corpse to raise insect souls! You are deceiving yourself!" Xue Lingjing said angrily, and took another step back, with his back stuck to the jagged rocks, and it was inevitable.

"Master and I are the same, only we are of the same clan!" Song Zhiyu covered his mouth and laughed, looking at the purple sky, his eyes burst out with excitement, and at the same time as the next thunderbolt fell, Emei pierced With a quick twist of his wrist, he stabbed straight at Xue Lingjing's heart, "Master Xue! To die at the hands of a despicable young man like me, do you have a last word?"

The four words of "May there be a last word" paused every word, and every time he said a word, he swung his backhand stabbing four times in a row.The blood in the eyes surpassed for a moment, and when the thunder flashed, you could even see the cobwebs of blood in the whites of the eyes.

Tianlei and Emei thorn pierced into Xue Lingjing's body at the same time, the sound of jade cracking was the loudest at this moment, with a "click" sound, he burst open like a stone statue, and then the rock wall and rocks behind him cracked together, Scattered like dust.

Song Zhiyu leaned over and laughed, waving the Emei thorn in his hand, he felt that he had reached the sky, but he was shoulder to shoulder with an immortal, and wanted to take another look at his victory, but the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.

There was not even a trace of blood on the Emei thorn in his hand!

"...Xue Lingjing?" He asked hoarsely, "Xue Lingjing?"

He was about to turn around to investigate, when suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and a bright silver sword tip protruded from his chest.

"Xue... Xue Lingjing..." He yelled violently, grabbed the sword in his chest with his bare hands, turned his head as if he didn't know the pain, and faced Xue Lingjing, who was unharmed and had a normal complexion.

"I said earlier that this is not a calamity of evil, but a calamity of ascension." Xue Lingjing said clearly, "I didn't lie to you."

Song Zhiyu panted heavily, and said incredulously, "You really want to ascend, how is it possible? How is it possible?!"

His eyeballs rolled unconsciously, looking around, trying to find one or two Dharma protector disciples, but ultimately failed.

"You don't need to look for it. My seat and all the disciples in Wuling trust each other and are not responsible for each other." Xue Lingjing slowly drew out his long sword and held it in front of him. One person, one sword, today we will be victorious in this place!"