What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

Jinghua shuiyue

The rain has just stopped, and the dark clouds have not disappeared.

Rong Yan's expression could not be seen clearly in the dark light, his white clothes were torn, stained with mud and blood, and the corners of his clothes were wet and dripping with rain.

The rainwater soaked the pear-yellow floor, blurring a dark color.

Dong Che didn't expect Rong Yan to get out of the grief of breaking the branches into the fairy artifact so quickly, and came to the door.

Unexpectedly, none of the guards in the building noticed Rong Yan coming in.

Waste, is a bunch of waste!

He panicked for a moment, then calmed down quickly, sneered, and raised his hand to pull out the black air piercing his chest.

The black air is connected to other black air entangled in the limbs. The moment it is pulled out, it is like pulling out a plant that goes deep into the ground, absorbs enough nutrients, and has intertwined roots.

Dong Che's teeth hurt, he looked at the black air that brought up countless flesh and blood from the corner of his eye, ground his teeth, stood up, and faced Rong Yan.

"What, come for revenge? Little bitch."

Rong Yan raised his wrist, the soft and tough black air fell back into his palm, and he fainted with a layer of blood.

Rong Yan played with the black air, raised his eyelids, and stared at him with scarlet magic pupils.

The gaze was even but contained an invisible killing intent, very much like Ying Feiyun's gaze when he realized what he was thinking in his heart, thinking that he had robbed him of his opportunity, designed to harm him, and broke with him.

Dong Che always remembered that Ying Feiyun had crippled his hands.

The shadow came to mind again, and the fear in his bones prompted Dong Che to step back on the smooth chess piece, taking two steps back.

But he quickly stabilized his mind, glanced at Ying Feiyun's portrait full of needles, smiled slightly, and said: "The person you love is dead, why do you still have the heart to take revenge? Just like your ancestors, selfish and selfish. Poor Yue Broken Branch, without you, he would never—”

The turbulent black air stung his eyes, a piece of flesh fell off Dong Che's cheek, and blood spurted out.

With the blood gushing out, he felt a trace of demonic energy rushing straight to his heart.

Dong Che quickly circulated his spiritual power, and the demon energy was quickly cut off by the spiritual power.

A trace of rejoicing appeared in his heart, the veins on his forehead popped up, he suppressed his pain, and sneered.

"Guilty? Did it hit your sore spot?"

Dong Che knew very well that he was not Rong Yan's opponent now.

Therefore, he deliberately provoked Rong Yan, as long as Rong Yan was excited by him, he would have the opportunity to escape.

This is his territory, where there are formations and hidden weapons, he is very clear, although he can't use this to make a comeback, escape is more than a mistake.

In Dong Che's view, there is no shame in fleeing, and if you stay in the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood.

Rong Yan was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He walked steadily, step by step, slowly walking in front of Dong Che.

Dong Che felt great pressure. He was not very talented, and he had been promoted to God Transformation by relying on immortal weapons after many years of cultivation. Before fighting with Rong Yan, he relied entirely on immortal weapons.

If there is no fairy weapon, he will never have the upper hand.

Rong Yan's talent was too high, he was stimulated to fall into the demon world, and hid in the demon world, but after only 300 years, he was killed and returned from the demon world, taking revenge crazily.

Dong Che just felt breathless, he sank his heart, and was about to continue provoking words, when Rong Yan kicked his knee, his knee hurt, he knelt on the ground inertially, and the silver boots with wind pattern stepped on his shoulder, stiffly He was trampled on the ground with blood on his face.

"He actually made a choice. I respect his choice. After all, I also made the same choice. It's foolish for you to try to piss me off."

Dong Che felt a chill in his heart.

He looked at Rong Yan with difficulty, and vaguely felt that Rong Yan was the second Ying Feiyun.

Although the diseased bones are scattered, it is like a bamboo plant growing from the rock, which cannot be broken by wind and cloud.

Dong Che hates this kind of people the most.

Looking back on the past, he first became friends with Ying Feiyun, but because he took a fancy to him as the head of the Ying family.

Even though the Ying family had only thirty or so people at that time, it didn't prevent it from being a cultivating family.

The Xiuxian family is different from casual cultivators like him. They can obtain qualifications for large transactions, chamber of commerce negotiations, royal invitations, etc. Being friends with Ying Feiyun, there are only advantages and no disadvantages.

However, he never imagined that after entering the fairyland, Ying Feiyun would take away the fairy artifact that originally belonged to him.

If Ying Feiyun doesn't take it away, he will use the fairy weapon to become stronger, and he will always protect Ying Feiyun, and will not deliberately release rumors of the fairy weapon and destroy Ying's family!

Thinking of this, Dong Che felt raging anger in his chest. Even after so many years, he still hated it to the bone.

"I'm so stupid but you're much better. You, like Ying Feiyun, have paid the price in blood—who told you to hinder me! Anyone who hinders me should get retribution."

Rong Yan quietly listened to him.

Dong Che was chilled by his gaze, and smiled lowly. He licked the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth.

"Since it has fallen into your hands, I admit it, so I will die. People are mortal."

Rong Yan raised his foot, and stomped on Dong Che's back again. He clenched his long sword tightly, his eyebrows were clear, and his smile was extraordinarily gentle, "It's not that easy to want to die."

Dong Che's mouth and nose were bleeding from heavy stomping, and his heart sank, "What do you want?"

As he asked, he tried to find an exit, but the surroundings were surrounded by demon energy at some point, and there was no way to escape.

Violence flashed across Dong Che's eyes, and his already slack middle-aged cheeks were wrinkled, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Come on, I want to see what you can do with me?!"

Rong Yan suppressed the air of heaven and earth on the long sword, and pressed the blade of the long sword against Dong Che's neck. When he touched it, he felt that the blade was being soiled, and he raised his hand to condense out a magic blade, which inserted into the back of his hand.

"Guess what I'm going to do to you?"

Like a ghost, Rong Yan smiled happily, pressing down on the blade, and slashing down along the thin layer of skin on the back of his hand.

After the old doctor landed, he dragged his apprentice back to the attic quickly.

The apprentice was full of reluctance, "Master, why are we going back to this ghostly place?! I almost died just now!"

"What are you talking about back then! Of course it's sending bone-forming water!" The old doctor Xiu hated iron for being weak, "If the person who saved us can't beat it, bone-forming water can play a big role. Send this vicious thing to the west."

"Can"

"But what? We're running now, and the vicious thing will let us go if he finds that we're not dead?"

The apprentice trembled and stopped talking.

The two sneaked into the attic. They thought the guards would be patrolling the attic, but only to find out that the guards were all dead.

"Could it be the person who saved us killed him?" The apprentice turned pale.

Before the old doctor could answer, wild laughter came from the third floor, mixed with curses and screams, which was particularly penetrating.

The master and apprentice shuddered, and looked towards the third floor of the attic, where the third floor of the attic was surrounded by a strong demonic energy.

When the two came in, they didn't notice the devilish energy, because the devilish energy was deliberately kept low.

"Master, shall we go?" the apprentice tremblingly said.

The old doctor looked at the third floor, then at Huagushui, gritted his teeth and said, "Check the situation before leaving!"

After the master said so, the apprentice would naturally not leave. The two held their breaths, found a convenient place to escape and hid, carefully observing the situation on the third floor.

The chilling voice on the third floor gradually weakened over time.

At Maoshi on the second day, it completely disappeared, but the magic energy has not disappeared yet.The master and apprentice waited until the afternoon, and the demonic energy disappeared.

All was quiet.

The old doctor Xiu pulled his apprentice, and the two came to the third floor of the pavilion. Just about to use their unique skills to check the situation inside the building, the door of the carved pavilion opened without warning, and the smell of blood came to the face.

Both master and apprentice were startled, they retreated a few steps, breaking out in cold sweat.

However, the pavilion door opened, but there was no other movement.

The apprentice bravely walked into the third floor.

As soon as he entered the third floor, he saw a lantern hanging in the middle hall of the third floor. The lantern was dripping with blood, and the handle was white, emitting a faint light.It was afternoon at this time, and the faint twilight showed strange colors in the dusk.

The apprentice swallowed, walked through the middle hall, and looked to the left through the wooden fan-shaped arch. With just one glance, the cold air rushed straight to his forehead, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

He didn't care much, and rushed out, holding on to the door frame and retching.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, the old doctor Xiu stepped forward to go in, but the apprentice hurriedly stopped the old doctor Xiu.

"Master, don't go in!" The apprentice shook his legs, his back was wet with cold sweat.

The old doctor realized something, he slapped his apprentice's hand away, walked into the room, waited for a while, and came out with a pale face, still clutching something in his hand.

"This person is so ruthless!" The apprentice said in horror after a long time before he regained his composure.

"Stop talking nonsense." The old doctor recovered his composure, and he opened the thing he was clutching in his hand. This ball was obviously the memory of the deceased Dong Che.

However, the memory of the deceased Dong Che was very messy, as if it had been destroyed, only a few pictures remained.

Through these remaining pictures, the old doctor Xiu clearly understood why Venerable Ying Ying Wuxie took revenge on those immortal families.

——Because the deceased had an enmity with Ying Feiyun, the first Patriarch of the Ying family, he intentionally spread the news that the Ying family had a fairy weapon, and led those immortal families to destroy the Ying family.

Those aristocratic sects were greedy for profit, and really destroyed the Ying family. After the destruction, they found out that there was no one. In order to cover up their crimes, they forced the monks invited by the Ying family to resist the beast tide into the devil's abyss.

Simply chilling!

"Master, what is this?" The apprentice's eyes fell on the lump of memory in the hands of the old doctor.

The old doctor Xiu took a deep breath, explained the contents of the memory of the deceased in his hands, and said, "Go, give the memory to Shenji Pavilion."

Shenji Pavilion specializes in collecting intelligence.

If it is handed over to the Shenji Pavilion, within an hour, the contents of the memory will spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals.

The apprentice was surprised and said: "Why did you hand it over to Shenji Pavilion in our name? This is clearly speaking for Ying Wuxie! Ying Wuxie does a lot of evil, we might as well pretend that we didn't see it, so as not to cause trouble"

"Shut up, Ying Wuxie will do all kinds of evil, and she won't help her."

The old doctor Xiu already guessed that it was Ying Wuxie who saved them, he said seriously.

"Everything is judged regardless of the heart. Since Ying Wuxie left the memory of the deceased here, he presumably knew we were here and wanted us to help clarify the truth. It's okay to clarify the truth for saving lives. As for what others will think of us because of this, then It's someone else's business. You push three times and block four things, and the teacher suspects that your character is not good."

The apprentice blushed, he took a deep breath of blood, and grabbed Dong Che's memory.

"My character is good! I'm going now!"

Standing in the dark, Rong Yan saw the young doctor follow the old doctor's words and go to Shenji Pavilion, and walked to the mountain stream not far away.

He half-kneeled by the stream to clean up the blood, and the blood was soaked into the cold water little by little, and drifted away with the raging stream.

Fog hangs on the surface of the water in the distance, and the green hills are thin on the fog.

Rong Yan cleaned up the blood, changed into clean clothes, Yuzan tied up his hair, and took out his long sword.

Sitting cross-legged by the stream, he carefully wiped the blade of the long sword with a handkerchief.

After wiping, Rong Yan gripped the handkerchief tightly, and looked at the gurgling stream.

After watching it for a long time, he seemed to be talking to Yue Zhezhi, but also seemed to be talking to himself, and said softly:

"People are done."

After Rong Yan finished speaking, he paused, lowered his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"But I'm not happy at all. Tell me, am I weird?"

The long sword lay quietly on his lap.

Rong Yan nodded his sword, "Say something and coax me, okay?"

The long sword still did not move.Rong Yan knew that there would be no movement, he just didn't give up, like someone who is dying but insists on struggling.

Rong Yan looked at the long sword quietly for a long time, then sacrificed his current natal sword - Tianheng Silver Sword.

When he sacrificed the Tianheng silver sword, his hands were shaking. The Tianheng silver sword trembled slightly and let out a mournful cry when he felt his emotions.

Rong Yan stopped trembling slightly, he stroked the hilt of the long sword, "I will keep my word, now I will fix my natal sword, reshape the spirit of the weapon, and set you free."

Tianheng silver sword's mournful cry became louder, and the blade of the sword tremblingly pierced Rong Yan's palm.

Rong Yan seemed unconscious, he clenched the Tianheng silver sword tightly, severed the connection, and destroyed the soul contract.

The natal sword cannot destroy the soul contract casually, Rong Yan was shaken by the backlash of the destroyed soul contract, he forcibly stabilized the soul, forced out a drop of heart blood, and dripped it on the long sword, or on the fairy weapon.

The long sword shimmered, and quickly devoured the blood of his heart, and a spell emerged.