What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

钝刀

The first time Rong Yan saw Yue Zhezhi, he had nothing else to think about except this person's outstanding appearance;

Later, Yue Zhezhi pestered him to create various encounters, and he was bored and avoided them; but at some point, he began to pay attention to Yue Zhezhi's every move, watch the other person's appearance and posture, stay intentionally, and look forward to every encounter.

Rong Yan felt that he was sick.

However, the pulse is so strong, the heartbeat is so strong.

Rong Yan dully and panickedly realized that he was tempted.

The most taboo of cultivating the ruthless way is to be tempted. Rong Yan tried every means to restrain it, but he couldn't restrain his liking. He would miss it when he didn't see him; his heartbeat would speed up when he got close; when he bumped into the other person's eyes, he would subconsciously avoid his sight.

Rong Yan has never cared so much about his image before, and he has never been so panic-stricken, as if he lost his guide, lost in the ocean, questioning whether he should practice the path of ruthlessness.

——He doesn't like to cultivate the path of ruthlessness, he just follows the family arrangement, follows the rules, and chooses the path of cultivation that is easiest to become immortal.

When doubts overlapped, Rong Yan's so-called ruthless way was vulnerable.

He looked at Yue Zhazhi with indifference and alienation on the surface, but in fact he despicably hoped that he would get closer, and if he got closer, it would be best to fall into his arms.

Yue Zhezhi is tough, strong, independent, he may not know that he is attractive, but Rong Yan knows, because he knows, Rong Yan did not dare to show any emotion.

He was afraid of showing his feelings, and the two of them couldn't even be friends.

Rather than being unable to be friends, it is better to be silent. If Yue Zhezhi's physique breaks out and he needs himself, if necessary, he wants to become Yue Zhezhi's Taoist companion.

Rong Yan's wishful thinking was so wishful thinking, he never thought that many years later, after many twists and turns, his wishful thinking would come true.

Yue Zhezhi will let his relatives hug him; will linger with him in the bed; will act like a baby with him and ask for help;

But now, so what if wishful thinking has come true?

The person is gone, and the soul is trapped in the fairy artifact.

It was like a dream.

Everything came to naught.

Rong Yan would rather never have Yue Zhezhi, he can guard silently, and he can also accept Yue Zhezhi as a Taoist partner with others.

There are people who accompany Yue Zhezhi through childhood and wait silently for many years. If you want to become a Taoist couple with them, it is not unacceptable.

Yes.

He can compromise on anything, but he cannot accept the current situation.

Rong Yan's legs were like lead, he suddenly fell to his knees, the courtyard was already far away from him, he couldn't hear anything.

Time becomes very slow, as if it does not exist.

Rong Yan gritted his teeth desperately, trying to maintain his dignity, but his emotions completely collapsed. He lowered his head and cried bitterly, tears streaming from his eyes.

It began to rain heavily.

Rong Yan thought of his previous life, it was also such a heavy rainy day, he hurried to Ying's house, and Ying's family was already in flames.

When Rong waited for Xian to know that Yue Zhezhi passed away two hours later, he suddenly received it. He thought it was someone else's nonsense, but he asked Cheng Wenyun, Cheng Wenyun was silent for a while.

Only then did he believe that Yue Zhezhi's death was true.

Rong Dianxian stood on the flower gallery and looked at the heavy rain. The sword intent he promised hadn't been given to Yue Zhezhi, so it was gone.

The heavy rain was pouring, dripping down the corridor ridge to the surface of the lake, causing ripples.

Rong waited for Xian to stand for a long time, and took out the contact jade tablet.

Rong Yan's whole body was soaked by the rain, his clothes were all muddy, when he suddenly heard the contact jade card ringing, he took out the contact jade card dully and slowly.

"Father." Rong Yan's voice became hoarse.

Rong waited for immortals to consider and said: "I heard that you want to open it."

Rong Yan didn't speak.

Rong waited for the immortal way: "In the world of cultivating immortals, life and death are very common."

Rong Yan's eyes were bloodshot, he lowered his head, his hair was wet and dripping water.For a long time, he suppressed all the discomfort and tried his best to present tranquility, "Father, I know."

"Your mother is worried about you."

"Parents, please rest assured, I'm fine, don't worry."

Knowing that Rong Yan likes to keep things in his heart, Rong Waiting Immortal paused for a long time, deliberately diverted his attention, and said slowly: "The winter solstice is approaching, the clan worships the ancestors, you arrange a time to go home and worship the ancestors."

Rong Yan slowly clenched the contact jade card, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were dull, for a long time, he said:

"Thank you father for reminding me, I will go home on time to worship my ancestors."

"good."

The father and son fell silent for a moment, Rong Waitian took the initiative to cut off contact, and left some time for Rong Yan to calm himself down.

Rong Yan held the contact jade card for a long time, his head was drenched in the rain, after a long time, he stood up and held out his long sword.

The long sword is a weapon that "Yin" transforms into according to his proficiency. Rong Yan lowered his eyes to look at the sword, and his fingertips brushed against the blade little by little.

The blade was sharp, and a smear of blood was wiped out.

The rain was too heavy, and the moment the blood was wiped off, it was washed away by the heavy rain.

Rong Yan repeatedly wiped the blade of the sword until he cut his phalanx, and the wound was white and swollen by the rain. He seemed to feel the pain, stopped his movements, and said with a red-eyed smile, "I'll take you to deal with someone. Set it as the natal sword, let you be free, okay?"

The long sword didn't respond.

Yue Zhezhi was trapped in the fairy artifact, unable to get out of the fairy artifact, and could not hear the sound of the outside world. His only perception came from the vibration of the fairy artifact to the danger.

There was only the sound of heavy rain in Rong Yan's ears, and he murmured to himself, "If you don't respond, I'll take it as if you agreed."

"So nice."

The heavy rain gradually became lighter.

In the remote attic in the north of Zhongzhou, an old doctor and a young doctor looked at the tall and thin middle-aged man sitting on the chair with trepidation.

The tall, thin, middle-aged man had a pale complexion. His nails were embedded in his left arm, which had been severed by the fairy weapon, and blood continued to ooze from his left arm.

"You are all fucking trash, you can't even stop the bleeding!"

Immortal Artifact rebelled, causing the hurricane to strangle his left arm.

It may be that he has been in control of the fairy weapon for a long time, even if his arm was strangled by the fairy weapon, the energy of heaven and earth did not invade his body.

He was fortunate that the Qi of heaven and earth had not invaded his body, but later, he found that no matter what medicine or means he used, he could not stop the bleeding.

Helpless, I can only find a doctor to see it, but it doesn't help.

The wound was like a dam with cracks, even if it was repaired, blood would soon flow out little by little.

The tall and thin middle-aged man felt that his strength was losing little by little with the loss of blood, and he was still a little dizzy.

He fastened to the bloody severed arm.

Seeing him tightening the wound, the old doctor frowned and defended, "Senior, don't make the injury worse. I'm not very knowledgeable. I really can't help it. Maybe my senior brother."

Before he could finish speaking, a teacup fell towards his face.

"Go away! Trash."

The old doctor hurriedly packed up the medical box, pulled up his apprentice and turned to leave.

Seeing them leave, the tall and thin middle-aged man looked sideways at the two men in black hiding in the corner, "Find a secluded place and deal with them."

The two men in black knelt respectfully, "Yes."

"He is like this?! Could it be that we caused him to treat him with such an attitude?" The apprentice complained when he got out of the attic and couldn't stand it anymore.

"Shut up." The old doctor slapped his apprentice on the shoulder.

"Master."

The old doctor had a fearful expression on his face, and he lowered his voice, "This person is definitely not a good person."

The apprentice had never seen the master so serious, he shrank his neck, "Understood."

The old doctor stopped talking, he blew a loud whistle, and a Feng bird flew from a distance and stopped in front of the two of them.

The old doctor went to the bird's back first, and the apprentice went to the bird's back next.

As soon as the two got on the bird's back, Fengniao spread its wings and flew towards the medical hall.

There was a wasteland between the attic and the medical hall. Fengniao just flew over the wasteland when it was suddenly pulled down by a huge force. At the same time, two men in black attacked from behind.

Medics are almost impossible to fight.

The old doctor turned pale with fright. He turned around and quickly threw out a stack of fire talismans, but the man in black was obviously better than them, so he raised his hand and broke the fire talisman, and the blade in his hand pierced the backs of the two.

The old doctor Xiu's eyes widened, regretful.

I shouldn't have made this trip, my life is over!

However, when the blade was about to stab the backs of the two men, the blade broke suddenly, and the two men in black exploded like blood mist.

The old doctor was stunned, and the apprentice was also stunned. Blood was sprayed on their faces, and they fell down Fengniao.

Amidst the turmoil, the two saw a white figure passing by in the sky.

The white figure was so fast that he couldn't make out his appearance at all, so he could only judge from the direction that he was going to the attic where the tall and thin middle-aged man was.

The old doctor Xiu Huo Shi Dianguang immediately thought that this white shadow was the enemy of the tall and thin middle-aged man, and he quickly said: "Although that man is a Huashen, he couldn't stop the blood. It is estimated that his cultivation level has fallen below the Huashen, killing him with Huashen Water is easiest."

You are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!

The white figure didn't know whether he heard it or not, and disappeared quickly.

The tall, thin middle-aged man wrapped the wound with gauze twice casually. He stood up and walked towards the third floor.

When Rong Yan got the fairy weapon, he was determined not to let him go, instead of waiting for him to come to his door, it would be better to release the fairy weapon while he was immersed in pain.

If I can't get it, you can't get it either!

After the news is released, Rong Yan will be dealt with, and then Ling Talang will be dealt with. Don't even think about running away!

The tall, thin middle-aged man thought gloomyly, he stepped into the third floor.

There is a portrait hanging in the middle of the third floor. The portrait is none other than Ying Feiyun, the first head of the Ying family.

He has a handsome appearance, with a sick look between his brows, but because of the countless long needles stuck in the portrait, he looks a little weird and terrifying.

The tall and thin middle-aged man cast a cold glance at the portrait.

Even after a thousand years have passed, the hatred in his heart is still undiminished. If it is not disgusting, he would like to dig out Ying Feiyun's rotten bones and whip the corpse.

Why did Ying Feiyun get the approval of the fairy artifact when they entered the Immortal Realm together? !

Ying Feiyun was only at the middle stage of the golden core at the beginning, and he was a sick child. If he hadn't relied on his own support, how could he have had the opportunity to enter the fairyland?

To put it bluntly, the fairy artifact should belong to Dong Che from the beginning.

Although he was a casual cultivator, his cultivation had already reached Nascent Soul at that time, and his heart was firm, much stronger than Ying Feiyun's!

Immortal Qi didn't know where he was blind, he didn't recognize him, but insisted on recognizing Ying Feiyun.

Ying Feiyun is a thief, stole his opportunity, and even said that he is a close friend.

If it is a close friend, when you know that he wants an immortal weapon, you should give it up yourself instead of making up for it with something.

High-sounding, hypocritical.

Dong Che glanced at the portrait, then looked away, he walked through the hall, came to the upper left corner, and took out a board of Reversi.

The black and white chess is engraved with the specific addresses of the hundred families of immortals that he has collected for so many years. As long as he passes through Lingxixiang, he can put the images into the various schools of the great families, so as to achieve the purpose of telling Rong Yan that the fairy artifact is in Rong Yan's hands.

Dong Che laid out Reversi chess on the board, and he made some tricks to point out the consonance.

Before the incense of consonance was burned, a chill first crept from the back to the forehead.

At the same time, the chessboard fell to the ground, causing a pain in his chest.

He lowered his head, only to see a wisp of black air piercing his chest, like lush weeds in spring, the moment the black air pierced his chest, densely covered his limbs.

Dong Che's limbs were paralyzed, he gathered his mind and turned his head.

Rong Yan didn't know when he came in, holding the long sword, leaning against the black lacquered table under the portrait.