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Venerable Ying [Overhaul!Refresh to rewatch]

Everything quieted down.

Rong Yan was stunned, his back straightened and froze, and then, the blood all over his body was coagulated, and a chill ran through his whole body.

Rong Yan felt a hole in his chest being pierced by the cold, the cold wind was like a knife, pouring straight into his chest, causing flowers to bloom in front of his eyes.

Stabilizing his disturbed mind, Rong Yan clenched Yue Zhezhi's sleeves tightly, making a crackling sound from his finger bones.

"Do not make jokes."

"I'm not joking when it comes to business."

Yue Zhezhi restrained his smile, he pushed away Rong Yan's hand holding his sleeve, untied the red string on his wrist and put it into the Qiankun bag, half bent down, and tied the Qiankun bag around Rong Yan's waist.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'm going back to Qingxin Palace to guard the master, junior brother, please go ahead."

After Yue Zhezhi finished speaking, he turned around and left, but before taking two steps, Rong Yan pulled down the Qiankun bag and fell, blocking his way.

Yue Zhezhi glanced at Qiankunsack, his smile disappeared, and he said coolly, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Rong Yan's jaws were tense due to clenching his teeth, his eyes were faintly red, and he said nothing.

"It's okay, I'll go first."

As Yue Zhezhi said, he walked around Rong Yan, but Rong Yan blocked his way again.

Yue Zhezhi doesn't want to get entangled with Rong Yan here, let alone see Rong Yan, and avoid Rong Yan again.

Rong Yan refused to let go and blocked his way again.

Yue Zhezhi's face darkened, and the anger that had just been vented surged into his heart, he said angrily: "Rong Yan, I am friendly with you, don't be ignorant! Get out of the way!"

Rong Yan said: "No."

Yue Zhezhi laughed angrily.

No way?OK, don't let me!

Yue Zhezhi threw out the red line, and the line smashed into the ground, "Don't let me kill you!"

Rong Yan listened to Yue Zhezhi with one kill on the left and one kill on the right, and the suspicion that he should be exposed as the venerable disappeared.

Yue Zhezhi didn't like him, if he really knew that he was Venerable Ying, Yiyue Zhezhi's personality would definitely not say it, but would use his feelings to kill him quietly, or expose his identity to the sect.

The reason why he is so angry now must be because he changed the way of sword without telling the other party.

Rong Yan had expected that Yue Zhezhi would be angry with him because of the kendo, he said in a low voice with red eyes: "You won't, if you wanted to kill me, you would have killed me just now in the forest."

"I saw Junior Brother Seven present, I didn't want to scare him!"

Yue Zhezhi gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be so sentimental here, thinking that I am reluctant to kill you, it is nonsense to be reluctant to kill you!"

I can't wait to kill you, kill you, the whole world celebrates!

As early as the night when Yue Zhezhi learned that Rong Yan was Ying Wuxie, he twisted Master Wei and knew that Ying Wuxie had died for a thousand years.

He died for a thousand years, and now he has become Rong Yan again, so there are only two explanations.

One: reincarnation.

Two: seize the house.

No matter which explanation, Yue Zhezhi couldn't convince himself to accept it.

Thinking of this, Yue Zhezhi gritted his teeth, he controlled a roll of the red thread, and the red thread wrapped around Rong Yan's neck.

Rong Yan didn't resist, he didn't even defend himself, just like in the forest.

Yue Zhezhi pursed the corners of her lips, moved her five fingers lightly, and slowly tightened the red thread.

The red line looks soft, but in fact it is extremely sharp, even the Tianheng silver sword in Rong Yan's hand could not take ten blows forcibly.

Yue Zhezhi controlled the red thread and tightened Rong Yan's neck, the red thread was half buried in the skin, and when a few circles of blood were about to be cut, Yue Zhezhi's fingertips trembled, and unspeakable complex emotions broke through the defense line, densely pricked in his heart.

Yue Zhezhi's eyes were sour, he suddenly withdrew the red thread, and said harshly, "What on earth do you want?! Rong Yan, you're an adult now, don't pester yourself, can you save yourself some face?"

Rong Yan's chest rose and fell violently, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he stared at Yue Zhezhi.

After watching for a while, he slowly laughed, the unhealed cut on the left forehead burst open, and blood flowed down the forehead.

"Decent? Why am I not decent? Why are you entangled?"

Rong Yan's Adam's apple slipped with difficulty.

"In your heart, I am something you can throw away whenever you want. You say it's not suitable? How do you know if it's suitable if you haven't tried it?!"

"I--"

Yue Zhezhi's gaze paused for a moment on Rong Yan's bloody left forehead, he moved his gaze away to cover the emotion in his eyes, and said: "I tried it, it's not suitable, I've said it before."

"I'm lying, you haven't tried it at all. From the beginning to the end, you just want to help me return to the path of ruthlessness. Have you ever asked me if I am willing to practice the path of ruthlessness?!"

Yue Zhezhi was startled, and realized what Rong Yan was saying, he suddenly tightened his grip on the red thread, "When did you find out that the medical spirit exists?"

"Lishan City, the inn."

Yue Zhezhi only felt angry rushing to his forehead, "Didn't you say you didn't touch my things?"

"Sorry." Rong Yan said, "Before you contacted me, I had already seen Yi Ling. I heard that Yi Ling said that you were only with me to help me return to the ruthless way. I was worried that you would leave, so I lied and kept it a secret." It’s about changing the way of the sword.”

Yue Zhezhi was stunned.

After a while, he put away the red thread and said three good words in succession. He smiled and took a deep breath.

"Forget it, now that I know it, I don't want to keep it a secret, and I don't want to pursue the matter of your transfer to the way of the sword."

When Rong Yan heard this, he should have been happy, but he had an ominous premonition.

He lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes half covered his reddish eye sockets, and carefully wanted to say something. The next moment, Yue Zhezhi continued:

"I won't try to be with you. To be honest, I hate you. Please don't appear in front of me."

Rong Yan's words were blocked in his throat, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, his heart was chilled.

Yue Zhezhi gave Rong Yan a cold look, took a few steps back, turned around and arranged a simple teleportation array.

In the Guixin Sect, disciples were not allowed to use any formations, whether they were simple ones or those that required spirit stones to drive them, but Rong Yan prevented them from giving way, and Yue Zhezhi could only use the teleportation formation in violation of the regulations.

Yue Zhezhi had just arranged the simple teleportation array, when his waist tightened, Rong Yan tightly strangled him, pulling him into his arms.

"open!"

Yue Zhezhi said angrily, he was struggling to get rid of Rong Yan's embrace, but Rong Yan's arm was too strong, it hurt him, no matter what he couldn't get rid of.

Yue Zhezhi was furious, he threw out the red thread.

Rong Yan strangled the red thread, with Yue Zhezhi behind his back, his eyes turned scarlet red, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Take back the words."

"I won't take it back, are you going to kill me or—" eat me.

Before Yue Zhezhi could finish speaking, pain came from the skin where the neck connects to the shoulder line.

Rong Yan showed his white, cold fangs, and bit him hard.

"Yue Zhezhi, don't forget that your furnace physique cannot be separated from people."

Yue Zhezhi was in so much pain that tears rolled out uncontrollably, and at the same time as the tears rolled out were shame and anger, he raised his knees and pressed Rong Rong's abdomen heavily.

"I can't do without people who care about you? It's hard to find a man with three legs, but can't I find a man with two legs?!"

Rong Yan's stomach hurt, and he took a low breath.

He had a sword wound on his abdomen, and the top of Yue Zhezhi directly hit the wound.Immediately, bright red blood rushed out, filling the snow-white robe.

Rong Yan noticed that the blood was all over his robe, and he was afraid that the blood would get on Yue Zhezhi's body, so he asked Yue Zhezhi to find out that he was Venerable Ying.

In an instant, he turned his eyes back to the black color of ordinary people, retracted the fangs of the devil, loosened the broken moon branches, and used his spiritual power to quickly cover the blood that permeated the snow-white robe.

However, no matter how quickly he covered up, Yue Zhezhi had a keen sense of smell, and could smell the strong smell of blood in the air.

He squinted at Rong Yan, wiped away his tears, and covered the place where Rong Yan bit him through his clothes.

"Mad dog." Yue Zhezhi commented.

Rong Yan raised his eyes to stare at Yue Zhezhi, his eyes were like some kind of wild beast, biting Yue Zhezhi tightly.

He stared at it for a while, obviously realizing that what he said just now was inappropriate.

Restraining his overly revealing gaze, Rong Yan carefully raised his hand to touch Yue Zhezhi's collar, trying to see if the bite was serious.

Yue Zhezhi slapped Rong Yan's hand away.

The back of Rong Yan's hand was slapped red, and his hand was stuck in mid-air, and he took a moment to put it down.

"Broken branches."

Rong Yan's lips were straightened, he lowered his head, the blood from the forehead dripped down his chin and onto the ground.

"Sorry, I was too impulsive just now, can we have a good chat? Don't hate me, what don't you like about me, can I change it?"

"You can't change it." Yue Zhezhi said coldly.

"I can change it."

Yue Zhezhi laughed angrily, "Then you go to die."

Rong Yan asked slowly: "Do you hate me as a whole?"

Yue Zhezhi felt a throbbing pain in his heart, he pulled down Rong Yan's collar, leaned close to Rong Yan's ear, lowered his voice, and said ruthlessly:

"Yes, I hate you as a whole. In short, don't appear in front of me. If you appear in front of me, according to what I said before, either I die or you die, or both die - Venerable Ying."

With the heat of Yue Zhezhi's words, the words of Venerable Ying fell into Rong Yan's ears clearly.

Rong Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and the sunlight passed through the shade of the trees, casting mottled spots of light on his smooth profile.

Yue Zhezhi returned to Qingxin Palace.

Wen Sishui said goodbye to the rest of the same sect, and went back to Qingxin Hall early to guard the master.

Seeing Yue Zhezhi come back, Wen Bishui subconsciously looked behind Yue Zhezhi, he had seen Rong Yan follow Yue Zhezhi before.

Taking a glance, he saw that there was no one behind Yue Zhezhi.

Wen Rushui withdrew his gaze, looked around Yue Zhezhi, and couldn't help asking:

"Eldest brother, what enmity do you have with junior brother? Just now when I saw you in the forest, I thought you were going to kill me. It scared me to death."

Through the imperial robe, Yue Zhezhi pressed the piece of skin bitten by Rong Yan.

There was a clear tingling pain in that skin, the tingling reminded what Yue Zhezhi had done.

——He knew that his master was hurt by Rong Yan; on the premise that he swore that he would kill Ying Wuxie if he had the opportunity; in the teaching of his master who was ashamed of his sect, he withdrew his killing intention twice to separate, never Goodbye's way of escaping, covering up the devil.

It shouldn't be covered up, he should use Rong Yan's feelings for him to kill him, or expose Rong Yan's true colors.

It shouldn't be like this.

Yue Zhezhi's eyelashes trembled, and he felt clogged belatedly, so he clenched his palms tightly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Rushui was waiting for Yue Zhezhi to reply about the enmity between him and his junior brother. Seeing Yue Zhezhi's face turned pale all of a sudden, he clenched his hands, raised his hand to hold Yue Zhezhi's wrist, and looked at Yue Zhezhi's physical condition.

"I'm restless, my spiritual power is disordered, but what happened?"

"fine."

Yue Zhezhi suddenly withdrew his hand, he sat on the steps of the hall, his eyes faded, and he lowered his head, as if he had made a big mistake.

"fine."

"Really all right?" Wen Sishui looked at the moon and broken branches, and it didn't look like he was all right.

"It's really okay."

Wen Sishui sat next to Yue Zhezhi, he looked at Yue Zhezhi's state, thought of something, and said worriedly: "Little brother followed you later, did you two fight again? Did you get seriously injured? It's okay, as long as no one is killed , everything is easy to say—”

Wen Rushui didn't finish speaking, Yue Zhezhi suddenly interrupted his words, his words seemed to freeze.

"Can you stop mentioning him in front of me!"

"He, who?" Wen Sishui didn't know why, Yue Zhezhi didn't explain, but said something.

"Your spirit sword was broken by me, I will pay you in a few days."

Wen Rushui said: "I have plenty of spiritual swords, so there is no need to—" Wen Rushui said this, and suddenly realized who Yue Zhezhi was talking about.

Could it be the little junior brother Rong Yan!

So that afternoon, words of deep grievances between the elder brother and the younger brother spread like wildfire.

The disciples of Guixin Sect all tacitly made a note in their hearts that they should not mention the younger brother in front of the senior brother Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi still doesn't know that everyone has recorded that he and Rong Yan are at odds.

He lazily told the doctor that the voice board was planning to cancel it, and after a few days to calm down and unseal it, he planned to stay in front of the Qingxin Palace until the master recovered from his injury.

However, planning to fail to keep up with the changes, at noon the next day, he was assigned "Li Shimo", a direct disciple of the sect master, to handle the sect's affairs on his behalf.

The suzerain's affairs should have been handled by the suzerain, but the suzerain was seriously injured in Huangquan and was unable to deal with it, so he ordered him and Li Shimo to handle it on his behalf.

The order of the suzerain cannot be violated, Yue Zhezhi can only talk to Wen Sishui, let others guard on his behalf, and then go to the Affairs Pavilion and Li Shimo to deal with the affairs of the sect.

But his mental state is too poor, even if he handles the religious affairs with his heart, he still makes mistakes from time to time.

Li Shimo didn't want to go back and rewrite it. He said bluntly, "Brother, what's the matter with you? There are always problems."

Yue Zhezhi lowered his eyes, and he apologized in a low voice.

"That's all, you go to the second floor to sort out the recent reports from the town."

As Li Shimo said, he turned his head and said, "Call Junior Brother Yu."

Yue Zhezhi put the melodies in his hand and went to the second floor to sort out the recent reports from the town.

The second floor was very quiet. Yue Zhezhi tidied things up slowly. After tidying up for a while, he suddenly felt unwell, and a rush of dryness and heat surged into his heart.

Yue Zhezhi only instantly understood where the dryness came from. It was the outbreak of Luding's physique. Yue Zhezhi had experienced irregular physical development. He slid on the ground leaning on the bookshelf, shaking his hands and quickly turned over the medicine.

There are still three pills after taking the medicine last time.

Yue Zhezhi dug out the suppressed medicine from his Qiankun bag and took one, but his body tasted it, the effect of the suppressed medicine was greatly weakened, and one pill didn't work at all.

Yue Zhezhi simply took three pills together, plus self-soothing, but it still had no effect.

He clutched the collar, sweat dripped from his forehead, and redness spread from his neck to his cheeks. He actually missed Rong Yan very much.

After Yue Zhezhi realized that he was missing Rong Yan, he couldn't restrain himself from being bored and ashamed. He called out the red thread and cut himself hard. After barely staying awake, he shrank into the corner, took out the contact jade card, and wanted to ask the guard Uncle for help.

But he forgot that when his physique broke out, his spiritual power couldn't flow, and he couldn't use the contact jade token.

Yue Zhezhi clenched the contact jade card tightly, he buried his head on his knees in embarrassment, and called Li Shimo with all his strength, wanting Li Shimo to help him contact Uncle Wei.

Li Shimo and others were busy doing things on the first floor, but they didn't hear Yue Zhezhi calling him.

When he realized something was wrong, a faint fragrance filled the cabinet.

Li Shimo felt that the fragrance was very strange, causing people to suffer from heat and dementia. He was about to ask other people if they had smelled this fragrance, but the fragrance disappeared in astonishment.

A white shadow flashed up to the second floor.

"Stop! What!"

Li Shimo noticed Bai Ying, threw out his long sword, and quickly chased up to the second floor.