I, scum gong, never adore Master

Crazy!Feng Lan Yunjian is crazy! !

"Have you chosen? Then the other one is discarded?"

Yun Jian wouldn't even look at "Wutong", but looking at Jiang Ye who was trapped on the meteorite pillar, his heart throbbed for some reason.

"Jiang Ye" looked at him, his apricot eyes revealed expectations, mixed with deep sadness.

Yun Jian looked at the familiar face in front of him, but always felt apprehensive in his heart.

The distance between the two piles of firewood is not too close, there are oil lamps hanging above them, and strange restraints are imposed. Yun Jian can't save two people at the same time. What's more, he has already severed his friendship with Wutong, and the friendship between master and apprentice has long since come to an end. In the end, with the addition of these hatreds, although he would not be able to kill his master himself, it is absolutely impossible for him to give up Jiang Ye in order to save Wutong.

This unsuspecting choice was not a test for him at all.

However, it was such an untested test that made him feel weird and uneasy.

As soon as Yun Jian's fingertips touched the edge of the restriction, the oil lamp hanging above the other end suddenly fell, igniting the firewood piles around the "Wutong", and the bright fireworks suddenly rose.

Even though Yun Jian was thinking about Jiang Ye, at this moment his eyes were still attracted by the flame.

This is not some ordinary fire, nor is it a spiritual fire cultivated by monks.

It is the real Phoenix Nirvana Fire!

Yun Jian didn't know why his Nirvana Fire appeared in Rong Xianke's hands, he looked at "Wutong" through the raging flames, and those hanging phoenix eyes were also looking at him.

The eyes were sad, unwilling, but also relieved, unable to speak, but the moving lips seemed to be speaking in the twisting and twisting of the flames.

Those phoenix eyes are by no means the fierce and arrogant that Wutong should have, but...

But...

In just a short while, Yun Jian seemed to be brought back into the abyss of memory.

Thousands of years ago, he returned to Tongxiu Village happily after he just got the tang fruit. He rested on the nearby hills for a while.

At that time, he didn't know what happened, but his heart ached, and his uneasy mood was exactly the same as the uneasiness at this moment.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the "Wutong", the white flames were burning so high that it almost covered the faces of the people in the woodpile, and the strong anxiety made him put down the hand that was restrained in front of him.

Following instinct, he walked towards "Wutong" step by step.

"Jiang Ye" was startled, he couldn't tell whether it was surprise or fear, and immediately said uneasily: "Master!"

Yun Jian seemed to be awakened by a sentence, he turned his head, looked at Jiang Ye's familiar face, and looked at the oil lamp hanging above Jiang Ye's head.

He was about to return to Jiang Ye's side.

But the "Wutong" at the other end snorted, the temperature of the Nirvana fire was too high, and he was so delirious and chaotic.

"Wu Tong" was in a half-faint and half-awake state, with trembling lips, unable to make a sound, but Yun Jian could see the shape of his lips.

He said: Water... Is there any water...

Yun Jian's heart throbbed, he felt inexplicable, and the hands covering his heart were trembling.

The eyes that are gradually dyed scarlet linger back and forth between the phoenix tree and the night.

"You... who are you?"

He didn't know who he was asking, maybe he was asking himself.

Jiang Ye looked at him and said, "Master, it's me, I'm Jiang Ye, come and save me, I'm so scared... I'm afraid like a thousand years ago, I'm afraid of fire, please save me..."

On the other side, the phoenix trees on the other side have already burned the outermost pile of firewood due to the Nirvana fire, and passed out due to the scorching heat.

He should save Jiang Ye, he shouldn't care about Wutong, his friendship with Wutong has been broken long ago, so he shouldn't care about him now.

But looking at Jiang Ye, that familiar face made him feel strange, even frightened.

And when he looked at the sycamore tree, he felt why the sycamore tree had lost its publicity and aggressiveness, which made Yun Jian's heart ache every time he looked at it.

Yunjian is too messy.

Those memories flashed through his mind rapidly.

The scorching flames in front of his eyes overlapped with the flames in his memory, and he saw only a solitary skeleton, the size of a knuckle, left in the burnt pyre, and inside it was the pain of burning to ashes, and the sorrow of despair. cowardly.

On that day thousands of years ago, Yun Jian went completely insane.

The heart that has been dissected is continuously bursting out toxins from love, hatred and hatred, which are called seven emotions, six desires and eight sufferings.

The thing that should have been completely dissected was deeply rooted in the heart at this moment.

He is almost crazy and wants everyone's life.

He kept questioning the apparently innocent villagers, asking them why they killed.

But they said: "He is a demon! He is not a human being. The demon is born to harm people!"

"When has he ever harmed you!" Yun Jian roared unwillingly.

"He... he really didn't, he hasn't done anything yet, but we are just ordinary people, we just want to live in peace and security, even... even if he doesn't harm us now, who can guarantee whether he will do anything in the future? ? The evil spirit is powerful, and it is not something we mortals can resist. After all, he is not my race! If one day I can't control the cannibalism, it will be too late!"

In the embers, a pair of fearful and resentful eyes looked at Yun Jian through the blackened mist.

They respect Yunjian as a half-immortal, half-god, thank him for guarding Tongxiu Village, and even build a temple for him to live in. They have always respected Yunjian the most, but who would think that this person is in their eradication? The evil queen looked at them with red eyes that looked like demons.

The villagers were terrified, their hands holding the sickle and hoe couldn't help tightening, and their hearts began to shake.

They wondered if Yun Jian was bewitched by evil spirits?

I was also thinking, if Yun Jian had a close friendship with that evil spirit and wanted to avenge that evil spirit and deal with them, would Yun Jian be considered a demigod or a demon?

This struggle lasted less than half a moment.

There was determination in their hearts, and their eyes became sharp.

It is God who helps people to kill demons and eliminates evil spirits!Those who associate with evil spirits and make enemies with human beings are demons!

Selfish, ridiculous, ridiculous...

But that's what they think!

It's not wrong, and it can't be said to be right. The advantage lies in the large number of people, and the fact that the soil where their ancestors lived for generations cannot tolerate other people's invasion. Even if there is no crisis yet, as long as there is a sign, it is enough to cause panic.

Yun Jian almost went crazy.

And at that moment, he was holding the small remaining skeleton, the memory that belonged to the Nine Heavens, the memory that he personally turned the blade of the feather into the chest of the small stream, like a torrent breaking a bank, suddenly Jump into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He remembered it all.

I don't know if it is resentment or remorse, I don't know if it is the pain in my heart, or the pain caused by breaking through the suppression of divine power.

The blazing flames exploded and turned into a phoenix, about to sweep everything in front of him, so that all the evil people he had protected, but killed his most cherished people, would all be buried with Jiang Ye!

However, the barrier that had been designed earlier trapped him and his Nirvana fire in the middle of the burnt pyre.

A man wearing a hood stepped out of the crowd, and countless monks of the immortal sect flowed out behind him.

The hooded man said: "Are you going to kill civilians? Are you going to kill mortals? They are grateful to you, respect you, and build a temple for you, but you...as a god, you want to kill mortals!"

Are they mortal?

The selfishness and venomous nightmare beasts in their hearts obscured their eyes, and Yun Jian only saw viciousness and constant fear in their eyes.

If they were weak, how could they be so vicious?

If they were mortals, how could they kill gods?How could you kill a god?

Kill... kill the gods? !

Yun Jian was startled, his twin eyes were born to scan the mortals around him.

They are dressed in commoner clothes, holding the only agricultural tool that can be used as a weapon in one hand, and holding their family members trembling and frightened with the other hand, or holding a baby who can't understand anything but is stimulated by instinctive fear and cries loudly.

These are just mortals, without any spiritual power.

It is a fact that they were blinded, and it is a fact that they killed his little stream!But they are weak like mayflies, and it is also true that they have no power to fight back!

Yun Jian knows Xiaoxiliu's simplicity and kindness.

Rather than saying that these villagers killed Jiang Ye with their own hands, it is better to say that someone used them as human shields to force Jiang Ye to death!

But now, the monks who besieged him in front of him were also scattered among the villagers.

If the fire of Nirvana burns away, no one will be spared.

The intense hatred was already ignited into a hot flame, but it was thoroughly splashed by the ice water.

Yun Jian's eyes were scarlet, and violent and uncontrollable spiritual power surged continuously in his spiritual veins, almost driving him crazy.

He pointed at the man in the hood, and when he opened his mouth, scarlet blood rolled from the corner of his lips.

"You! It's you!!"

"Yes, it's me. I've been looking for you for a long time..." The hooded man only showed his jaw and lips with a mocking smile, and he said to Yun Jian: "You have too much obsession in your heart. It's not a good thing in your heart, you might as well let all these thoughts go with him."

He said it lightly, but Yun Jian had infinite hatred.

The hooded man mingled with the countless monks behind him among the crowd. Under the cover of mortals, they were sure that Yun Jian would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

In fact...

They won the bet!

Highness Feng Lan of the Nine Heavens brought with him a world-defying divine power as soon as she broke her shell, but she was ordered to bring disaster and was regarded as an unknown, and everyone avoided it.

But even so, he still worked very hard to control his divine power, and didn't want to hurt anyone, even if he was scolded, ignored, or hated.

He still has a good heart.

After falling into the mortal world, he lost the memory of the Jiuchongtian. He didn't remember that he almost killed Liquan by mistake, and he didn't remember why he was tortured by inhumans.

But when the violent power in his body is about to break free, he will choose to stay away from the crowd, choose to climb into a remote mountain with no one inhabited, and wait for death to come when he can't hold on.

He was always kind at heart.

He is a well-deserved innate god.

So what now?

He knew that these villagers were not innocent. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​killing people and letting them all be buried with the creek, and he really wanted to do so.

But the premise is that he must be sure that these villagers planned everything with their own hands and killed his little stream.

The funny thing is, he was so firm in his thoughts, but he was suddenly told by the hooded man: "You thought you were wrong, they killed him, but they didn't know it, and they didn't know the reason. The one who really killed him was the mastermind behind everything!" We, do you think these monks deserve to die? No, no, they don't know, they think Liquan is a demon!"

Is it ridiculous?

Ordinary people long to take advantage of the journey of cultivating immortals to fly into the sky and become gods. They thought that killing demons and demons would accumulate merit, but in the end, they killed gods with their own hands without knowing it.

Yunjian is too messy.

He was so kind, he never thought of hurting anyone, even at this point, all he did was to scan all the people present with those broken peach eyes, and he only saw resentment and fear in their eyes.

Peach eyes slightly closed, then opened again.

It seemed that he couldn't see what was going on in his heart, he could only see the small skeleton held in his palm.

Bloody tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, his vision was blurred, like a layer of red mist, that was fine, he didn't want to see anyone either.

Yun Jian's kindness seems to be innate, he sacrificed the Nirvana fire, attracted the fire phoenix, and in the end he staggered towards Tongxiu Mountain alone without hurting anyone.

He wants to bury the bones in the mountain stream where they once slept together, and he wants to go with his stream and leave this complicated world.

However, when he walked into the deep mountains, he had no idea what the man in the black hood had done.

Those civilians who came here will be sacrificed after all.

Yun remonstrated not to kill them, someone would kill them.

When the black-robed man appeared in front of Yun Jian again, there were only a few monks left beside him, all covered in blood, their weapons wrapped in fine pieces of meat, and they had just stepped out of the mountain of blood.

They are the only ones in the know.

And those civilians and monks who are destined to die have already completed their mission.

Yun Jian couldn't resist the chain pulled out by the man in black robe. It was the rope from the nine heavens that once imprisoned him.

Yun Jian, who had been forced to have no business, was whispered by the man in black: "Don't seek death, as long as you live, you can still see him, I promise you!"

There seems to be no difference between being alive and being dead.

Yun Jian was taken to a place called Su Hui Jian, under the cold pool, there was a altar Nuo Da.

His arms were twisted and bound by silver chains. The god-suppressing nail that he had been driven into his collarbone by the parasol emerged, and was dragged by the chains. An extraordinary divine sword showed its ferocious sharp edge and cut open his heart. To tease and dig in his heart.

Eliminate his emotions, six desires, and eight sufferings little by little.

Even those fond memories of the small stream were taken away a little bit.

Yun Jian suddenly understood that all of this was done by that person behind the scenes!That man who is both a teacher and a friend, every word is good for him.

He felt that life was so boring, so he thought he might as well go with the stream like this.

But at this moment, half of the soul that had been guarding his heart floated out. The young man looked at him tenderly and said to him, "It doesn't hurt anymore...it's okay...don't be afraid..."

Yun Jian wanted to say: Don't go!

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the dirty blood in his throat poured out, and he couldn't speak at all.

The youth's translucent spirit stroked Yun Jian's cheek: "Nirvana hurts, but you have to hold it back."

That was the last sentence the boy said, and then it turned into smoke and gravel and dissipated away.

"Don't...don't go!"

It took almost all of Yun Jian's strength to instinctively say this sentence of persuasion.

But what's the use?

The boy still disappeared, and the last ray of light in that cluster of life would also be taken away.

All that was left was the blood that flowed into the inscribed talisman array, emitting a ferocious red light that seemed to drive him mad and bloodthirsty.

Yun Jian's heart was dissected, and most of his desire and affection were taken away.

Phoenix Nirvana, dying and reborn.

This only white-feathered phoenix walked by the Santu River and the other side of the flower, sealing those deep-rooted memories in the depths of the soul.

Since then, there is no His Highness Feng Lan in the Nine Heavens, only Yunmiao Mountain Shenyin Peak, who can't get out of the cage, has been deprived of emotional qualifications, and has become cold-hearted.

The long hair is like snow all night, and it is as bright as the moonlight.

This is the truth.

From the cage in the nine heavens, he came to the cage in the mortal world.

Is it ridiculous?

If a monk wants to become an immortal, he must please the gods, and the condition for the gods to bestow divine veins is to take good care of the god.

This secret was only circulated among the few people who killed people and escorted Yun Jian back to Shenyin Peak. Thousands of years later, their descendants still guard this secret.

—they imprisoned a god.

The memory just flashed back into Yun Jian's mind, but in the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes, looked at everything in front of him, and the man in black robe appeared again.

This time, he told Yun Jian: "One more thing, I didn't tell you, how could Liquan be burned to death by the common fire? It was your Nirvana fire that burned him dry!"

"How, how is it possible?"

When did Yun Jian's Nirvana Fire fall into the hands of others?

This time, and that time thousands of years ago, his Nirvana fire...

No!

He sent it out!

He remembered that thousands of years ago, when Wutong asked him for it, he put a Nirvana Fire in the red leaves of Wutong and gave it to his teacher without thinking.

The nirvana fire that burned Liquan to death thousands of years ago was made of Wutong.

And this time...

"The sword that you took out in Suhuijian, isn't there your Nirvana fire in that lost sword?"

Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "Okay, have you finished your choice?"

As he said that, Rong Xianke beside him swept the oil lamp hanging over "Jiang Ye"'s head with a wave of dust.

Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "What is your choice?"

"Jiang Ye" widened his almond eyes, and looked at Yun Jian in fear: "Master! Master...it's so hot, I'm afraid of fire, I'm afraid...you help me..."

The voice is too familiar, the face is also familiar, it is exactly the same, why Yun Jian feels that something is wrong?

On the other side, the flames surrounding the "Sycamore Tree" had already stunned him, and the scorching tongue of flames climbed up his calf.

Yun Jian felt his heart throbbing just by looking at him.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind telling him: Save him!If you don't save it, you will regret it!Thousands of regrets are not as good as this time!

Yun Jian asked: It's too late, I saved him, what should Jiang Ye do?

The instinct in the sea of ​​consciousness fell silent.

All this happened too fast, but not as fast as the tongue of fire.

"Jiang Ye" looked at Yun Jian with hatred and resentment: "Do you want him? You don't want me, do you?"

His mood is very strange, he obviously hates Yunyun and remonstrates with him, but that kind of hatred is superficial, and what seems to be hidden deep down is joy and excitement.

The glazed beads in the peach sockets were instantly stained with blood.

His eyes kept wandering back and forth between the two groups of gradually burning flames.

The voice in the sea of ​​consciousness told him: Do you remember that in Jiuchongtian, you once mistook him for Wutong because you held Ye against Wutong's face, under the feather blade, he killed him more than once...

Do you still do that now?

"Wu Tong" has a familiar aura that Yun Jian feels, and when "Jiang Ye"'s face and eyes meet him, he can't help but believe that Jiang Ye is not Jiang Ye.

If you are calm enough, it is not difficult to distinguish true from false.

But how could Yunjian calm down?

He is obsessed with the authorities, he is afraid that if he chooses wrongly, he will end up hating him for a lifetime. It is not uncommon for him to experience this kind of regret. It is a pity...he has no next chance.

Yun Jian glanced at the two of them again, his peach blossom eyes were reddened by the fiery flames.

The peach-blossom pupils reflected the burning fireworks, making the pair of glass beads that were either gentle and tender or cold and dust-free extremely bright.

But these extremely bright eyes are attached to illusions, so I'm afraid they won't be used anymore.

"呲" sound!

This sound is very obvious in the beeping sound of Lie Yan (raging flames)!Everyone gasped.

crazy!

Crazy!Feng Lan Yunjian is crazy!

The slender fingers hanging down to the sides were still dripping with blood, and two lines of blood flowed from the peach blossom eyes that could no longer be opened, hanging ferociously on the pale cheeks.

He actually gouged out his own eyeballs!

No one understands him, only he himself knows that his eyes have always been blind.

He couldn't break the appearance, so he used the small stream as a plane tree thousands of years ago, hurting the person he wanted to protect; he couldn't find out who was the real Jiang Ye from the two piles of burning hot fireworks, so his eyes not only If it can't help him, it will become an obstacle to his judgment.

After losing both eyes, the eyes are not pitch black, but...

— Hollow.

Empty, boundless emptiness, he urgently needs to find something to fill this vacancy!

Without the interference of visual illusions, he settled down instead.

The soul gap in the sea of ​​consciousness was filled by Jiang Ye's soul. He couldn't tell the direction, but he walked in the right direction completely relying on the familiar feeling in his soul.

Through the fire of Nirvana, let the soul lead him to find the right person.

Hugging his beloved in the flames, tearing off the rope with his bare hands, holding his lover to ride the fire and the phoenix against the sky, squatting everything, and trampling all the treacherous and dark tides under his feet.

Embrace his Jiangye, embrace the breath of soul recognition.

Yunjian can be very smart.

He is also stupid.

He will hurt Jiang Ye's heart because of his memory, and he will be unable to make a decision because he is troubled by his appearance. Poking his eyes is the only way he can think of to make himself make the right choice.

Only relying on the touch of the soul, let him not choose wrong again.

Holding Jiang Ye's face, he stroked and said, "Tell me, did I choose the right one? This time... I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

"So... can you stop saying that I don't love you?"

"You know, I worked really hard..."

The fire and the phoenix are always chirping, soaring through the sky.

The white clothes were all stained with blood, and the hole in the abdomen was still bubbling with blood, and the bloodstains rolling down from the tightly closed eyes had not yet dried up.

But Yun Jian was laughing, he felt that he had finally won once in this thousand years of deception.

A steady stream of spiritual power leaked out of his body and poured into Jiang Ye's body.

Fortunately, this time the person in his arms was warm and breathing evenly, unlike the last time when he hugged a corpse so desperately.

It's not a serious injury this time, it will be fine.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, smiling happily like never before.

Yun Jian thought of his promise to Jiang Ye: "I love you, it doesn't matter what you look like or what state you are in, I just want you, just you..."

Huo Feng soared into the air and left the dojo completely, Yun Jian lost his eyes, and he didn't look back.

But those people in the dojo who like to toss with his Nirvana fire were given a lot of blazing flames by him, and the flames were so blazing that the Qulian Temple had been burned to the ground.

The author says:

Sorry - it's late, I will send you a red envelope in the comment area -

The pit filled with the Tongxiu Fire and the Suhui Altar are a bit far away. It first appeared in Chapters 19 and 32, and it is mentioned repeatedly later.

There are still many remaining pits that have been hinted, and will be filled in later.

Regarding this paragraph, I think the abuse is almost over, and it's time to resist Zhi Leng later.But if the emotions are not paved enough, I don't think it is enough to bottom out, and the rebound will not be very comfortable.So, thank you little angel Meng for holding me back until now!Love you guys!