After the villain's cultivation base is lost

"Zheng-"

The heaven-level spiritual weapon in Qu Rao's hand was snapped off by those bony hands, and the broken blade hit the ground heavily.

It was as if Qu Rao's hand had been struck by lightning, and the numbness and severe pain instantly spread from his fingertips all the way to his heart, knocking him back again and again.

"what--"

The young master with thin skin and tender flesh had never suffered this kind of pain, and immediately screamed in pain, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The Tianyan Pearl in Sheng Jiao's hand silently flashed streaks of blue thunder, reflecting a cold light that was almost hostile in his dark pupils.

Qu Rao's face was pale, and a powerful coercion rushed towards him.

This is definitely not an aura that a cripple can exude...

He is not ridiculed!

Qu Rao's dazed mind went blank because of a fact that was about to come out.

Who could that be?

Apart from Xi Jue, who in this world would dare to walk around with such a face.

"Puff" sound.

Qu Rao was stunned for a long time, and by the time he reacted slowly, he had already staggered and fell to the ground with his legs weak, his body was covered in cold sweat, and he stared at the person in front of him with dizzy eyes as if he had encountered a ghost. .

Sheng Jiao looked down at him from above, just looking at him was like standing on the top of a snowy mountain all the year round, the air he breathed in was pierced into the lungs with biting icicles.

That is the breath of snow.

Qu Rao almost stopped breathing.

...is the deity of Sheng Jiao.

The 17-year-old Sheng Wuzhuo who was born with a baby and was only half a step away from entering the Mahayana stage.

Sheng Jiao was in charge of the Xiezhi sect, even the master of Zhongzhou was respectful when he saw him, afraid of neglecting him.

Qu Rao's mind went blank, and he quickly flashed past the scene where he had put his sword across Sheng Sect Master's neck and said harsh words angrily, his legs trembled, and he almost passed out.

Even if the ancestor of the Qu family was here at this time, he might not be able to save him.

Sheng Jiao's eyes were as cold as the tip of a sword, and he paused every word.

"Vent, anger?"

Qu Rao's pale lips were already blue and purple from fright, and he tried his best to suppress the trembling, almost crying: "Sheng, Sect Master Sheng..."

Who would have thought that Sheng Jiao would actually come to Guchang Temple? !

Besides, with Sheng Jiao's withdrawn personality who doesn't listen to things outside the window, how could he trespass into other people's private room, grab Yu Epiphyllum in front of his master and leave?

Qu Rao's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't turn around at all. He only knew that he was terrified at Sheng Jiao's almost freezing gaze, and he couldn't even feel a trace of resistance.

"Yu, Yu Epiphyllum..."

He seemed to be frightened and stupid, and suddenly the donkey's lips did not speak to the horse's mouth.

Sheng Jiao frowned.

With trembling fingers, Qu Rao took out a bunch of epiphyllum flowers from the storage ring, held them tremblingly with tears in his eyes, and handed them to Sheng Jiao, crying, "Here, I give you the epiphyllum flowers, all of them are for you! I hope, I hope Sect Master Sheng will forgive me."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan, who was watching the show, almost laughed out loud, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he could hardly hold it back.

Qu Rao this fool.

Do you really think it was Sheng Jiao himself who forced Yu Epiphyllum at that time?

It was rare for Xi Jianglan to see Qu Rao frightened into such a cowardly look, if his hands were not swollen from being smashed, he would have slapped the table and fell down with joy.

More than a dozen Epiphyllum japonicas were piled up there for free, and the Qu family must count as one of those that had been intercepted by Xi Jiang in the past six years.

Xi Jiang stared at the pile of flowers intently, and unconsciously licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Qu Rao didn't understand why Sheng Jiao got angry at all, he thought it was just an offense by drawing his sword to question him.

Sheng Jiao was probably so stupid by him, he closed his eyes slightly to hide the coldness in them.

"Walk."

Qu Rao was dumbfounded.

The guards who stopped Sheng Jiao one after the other reacted very quickly, rushed forward with a pale face and helped Qu Rao up, bowed and apologized, and said in a harsh voice: "...I offended Sect Master Sheng."

It was only then that Qu Rao realized that Sheng Jiao didn't care anymore, he was busy covering his numb right arm, holding back tears and sobs, and was helped away.

How high-spirited you are when you come, how embarrassed you are when you leave.

Xi Jianglan watched a good show, and his eyes, which were still crying uncontrollably, curled up.

Sheng Jiao turned around and looked at him coldly: "Only relieve the pain of lovesickness?"

The pain of lovesickness is relieved to break into someone's house and force Yu Epiphyllum?

Xi Jianglan choked: "Uh..."

He blinked his wet eyelashes lightly, and explained softly: "My heart is not a cold stone, and love grows with time, and I adore Sheng Jiao."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao had no idea what he was trying to explain.

But the biggest possibility is that this guy didn't explain at all, and just used this sentence to prevaricate himself.

Sheng Jiao frowned, glanced vaguely at Xi Jianglan's reddish fingertips, he seemed to want to say something, but his lips tightened as soon as he opened them, he turned around and walked away.

Xi Jianglan breathed out on his fingertips again, and sauntered after seeing this.

The Epiphany Epiphyllum in Qurao did not know when it had disappeared, only a few leaves remained where they were pitifully.

Xi Jianglan blinked.

Yu Tanhua... was put away by "hard stubble"?

Gee.

Shang Yuan had never seen the suzerain so angry before, and sneaked up to Xi Jianglan to whisper to him: "You and our suzerain... are really Taoist couples?"

Xi Jianglan didn't have any shame anymore, and looked at her affectionately: "My heart is not a cold stone, and I will fall in love with each other for a long time, and I adore Shengjiao."

Shang Yuan asked curiously: "Is it true that love happens for a long time?"

Sovereign's kind of ice...

Did someone really fall in love with him?

Xi Jianglan rolled up his sleeves, excitedly wanting to share with her his heroic deeds of climbing Shengjiao's bed at night in Tianyan Academy, but after trying his best to gesture for a long time, he realized that Shangyuan didn't understand sign language at all, so he had to stop with hatred.

The three of them were silent all the way, walked through the long veranda, and went to the presider's residence behind Guchang Temple.

Before approaching the Zen room, Sheng Jiao suddenly looked at Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan stood still obediently, and raised his hand to grab Xi Jianglan's sleeve.

Xi Jianglan stood there suspiciously.

Sheng Jiao raised his hand, showing the slender silk tie: "Don't try to escape."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan nodded in humiliation.

Only then did Sheng Jiao slowly walk towards the distant meditation room.

Xi Jianglan had no choice but to escape, so he stared at Sheng Jiao's back, as if to vent his anger.

But after thinking about it, he always felt that this person seemed to be too skilled in impersonating Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao is a cold-faced and cold-hearted murderer. No matter how courageous the Xiezhi sect is, they won't be so ostentatious and ostentatious as the suzerain?

Could it be that the abbot of Xunguchang Temple needs Sheng Jiao's face to ask something?

Xi Jianglan has suffered too much in these years, thinking of the worst in everything.

If this person is really Sheng Jiao...

As soon as this idea came to mind, Xi Jianglan's heart beat fast, and he had the illusion that his back shoulders were burning.

If it is really Sheng Jiao...

Then why did he hide his identity?

When the two met, the one who wanted to hide their identities should be the sinner, right?

It's not necessary.

Shang Yuan skillfully found a step and sat waiting for the suzerain.

Xi Jianglan rolled his eyes, sat beside her with a smile, and scratched a few words on the ground with a small wooden stick.

"Is Sect Master Sheng well?"

Shang Yuan nodded blankly, not realizing that he was being told: "It's all right."

Xi Jianglan scratched again: "I heard that he went to Wuyin City here?"

Shang Yuan was about to shake her head subconsciously, but a burst of cold breath rushed from her back, and she froze.

——It was Sheng Jiao, who had already left, who heard a voice.

Shang Yuan continued to shake his head: "No, the suzerain is in retreat at Xiezhi Sect."

Xi Jianglan: "Really?"

Shang Yuan: "Really."

Xi Jianglan asked again, "Where is Mr. Juan?"

This girl looks very deceitful, she can do what other people say, but her emotions are too gentle and slow, even if she tells a lie, she is obedient and clever, not as easy to see through as the tired Xunfang who explodes at a single point.

Shang Yuan said: "He went to Wuyin City here, saying that there was a snow disaster, and he went to find the source."

Xi Jianglan fiddled with the branches carelessly, wondering what he was thinking about.

At this moment, a voice as gentle as a spring breeze suddenly came from not far away.

That sentence seemed to contain strong spiritual power, and it could be heard clearly even from a long distance.

"Sleepy."

Xi Jianglan suddenly got up.

On the open space of the Zen room in the distance, the jade slips that are crystal clear like glass are like sharp arrows. They are scattered from the sky, piercing into the mossy bluestone slab.

The hard stone was pierced with cracks by the glass.

In an instant, a glazed birdcage acted as a hood, trapping Sheng Jiao in it.

Sheng Jiao looked to one side with a sullen face.

Heng Yudu seemed to be waiting for a long time, and sat under a laurel tree and smiled at him: "Wuzhuo, don't blame me, Tianyan Academy and Xiezhizong could have cooperated, but you..."

Sheng Jiao didn't wait for him to finish his nonsense, and moved impatiently, and the Tianyan Pearl floated up in his hand, causing the blue thunder pattern to hiss.

"If you smash the cage into pieces with a thunderbolt from heaven, Twelve will immediately discover your identity." Heng Yudu said lightly, "Sheng Jiao, he is afraid of you."

Sheng Jiao's five fingers pinching the Tianyan Pearl suddenly froze.

Heng Yudu didn't know how to write Killing Zhuxin, and continued slowly: "...Since your Tianyan Pearl concluded that he was guilty, there may be other reasons. He is terribly afraid of you and hates you."

Sheng Jiao's face was like sinking water, a ball of spiritual power emerged from his palm, and he rushed towards the smaller and smaller cage around him.

But this "birdcage" was built by Xiangmon's "Exchanging the Bright Moon", and it is impossible to compete with it purely with spiritual power.

Heng Yudu saw that he really didn't move the Tianyan Pearl, his eyes lightly and softly swept the Tianyan Pearl hanging on Sheng Jiao's wrist, and suddenly smiled.

"That Tianyan Pearl..."

Sheng Jiao's long hair was blown away by the strong wind of the trapped cage, his eyes stared indifferently at the fragile Liuli, and an invisible sword slowly emerged from his palm.

That was the natal sword he rarely used - Dongrong.

Heng Yudu finished the following words lightly: "...was picked by you?"

***

When the "birdcage" appeared, Xi Jianglan knew that Hengyu must have arrived.

He was about to run away instinctively at first, but when he thought about it carefully, he was still bound by the "hard stubble", and he couldn't escape completely by relying on his own strength.

Heng Yudu may resent himself for what happened to Rangchen, but after all, he won't really be cruel.

But if the "hard stubble" has a one in ten thousand chance of being Sheng Jiao...

Xi Jianglan was weighing the pros and cons to see who to use as a gunman when a cold hand suddenly grabbed him.

"Why are you using blindfolded tricks again, and almost didn't recognize you!"

When Xi Jianglan turned around, it was his good brother Feng Yu.

Going with Feng Yu is much safer than "hard stubble" and Heng Yudu.

He was so moved that he burst into tears, and gestured desperately with both hands: "Help! The people of Xiezhizong were so mad that they beat and kicked me and lynched me. They almost broke my slender fingers! The stubble also said that he would take me with me!" I will go back to Xiezhizong and use the 62 sets of punishments on me again!"

Feng Yu looked at Xi Jianglan's swollen fingertips and almost dry tears on his face, and took a deep breath.

"The Xiezhi sect is simply inhumane!"

Xi Jianglan nodded his head, "That's true, brother save me."

Feng Yu immediately drew a formation on the ground, intending to take him along to escape.

Xi Jianglan: "Fu Ling, I have Fu Ling in my hand. No matter where I flee, people from the Xiezhi Sect can follow Fu Ling to find me."

Feng Yu let out an "oh", and pulled out the ghost knife neatly: "Is it enough to chop off your claw?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

It seems that being with Feng Yu will not go anywhere safely.

Feng Yu raised his knife and slashed at Xi Jianglan's wrist.

With a "bang", Bie Ling suddenly appeared, like a stream of water cut off from the middle.

But as soon as the knife was drawn, the thread was connected again silently.

"Huh?" Feng Yu tugged with his hands suspiciously, but couldn't catch the silk ribbon at all, "How is this different from the ordinary silk ribbon?"

Xi Jianglan saw Heng Yudu urging the wheelchair to come over, and Sheng Jiao kept hitting the jade slips with spiritual power in the trapped cage, and the jingling and crisp sounds were extremely lively.

"Hurry up!" Xi Jianglan gestured, "If it falls into Yudu's hands, my life will be in danger."

Feng Yu didn't feel nervous, and didn't raise his head: "Let me research and study what the hell this red line is."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Shang Yuan was still sitting there, and his suzerain was trapped, but he didn't hear the order and didn't come forward to help. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at Xi Jianglan, wondering: "Xi Jue, are you going to run away again? My lord said you If you escape again, you will be caught in prison."

Xi Jianglan shook his head at her in his busy schedule, saying no.

Shang Yuan thought about it carefully.

The heart-binding silk that is connected to the soul cannot be broken unless the suzerain dies.

Thinking of this, she continued to watch the play with peace of mind.

Feng Yu studied for a long time, and even though he used all the weapons, he couldn't cut off Bie Ling.

Xi Jianglan frowned and stared at the strange Bie Ling, almost wanting to chop off a hand.

Heng Yudu's wheelchair came slowly, and arrived at the bottom of the steps after a while, and said with a smile: "Twelve, I haven't seen you for many years."

Xi Jianglan smiled dryly, stretched out his hand and gestured lightly.

"Yudu, are your legs better? When will you be able to walk?"

Feng Yu paused and looked at Xi Jianglan without a word.

This bastard has always been carrying which pot is not open.

Heng Yudu is not what he used to be at this time, as the head of Tianyan Academy, he has a high position and status, no one has dared to ask him about his legs in these years.

Did Xi Jue think he didn't die fast enough?

But unexpectedly, Heng Yudu was not dissatisfied at all, and even the tenderness in his eyes deepened a bit.

"Fortunately, I can't walk very well."

Xi Jianglan: "Then it needs to be healed properly."

Heng Yudu: "Okay."

Feng Yu: "..."

No one has ever asked about Heng Yudu's legs, but when most people see him, they will unconsciously put their eyes on his legs, with sympathy, pity, or pride in their eyes.

Envious and afraid of the spirit-level pattern, and because of his flawed legs, he showed pity from above to satisfy that twisted jealousy.

In this world, only Xi Jue would be so blunt about asking about his legs.

After Xi Jianglan greeted Heng Yudu as usual, he desperately kicked Feng Yu's feet, telling him to quickly untie Ling.

Heng Yudu's "changing the bright moon" is different from Feng Yu's "ghost voice" that makes little noise. Even if he pulls out his ears, he will not be able to restrain himself from being controlled by him.

Xi Jianglan had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Heng Yudu lightly raised his hand to touch the jade slip flying beside him, and opened his lips to say something.

Xi Jiang's sleeves fluttered in the wind, gesticulating until his ten fingers became afterimages.

"No brother, no, no, no, wait."

But it's too late.

"Change the bright moon" turned into a bird and flew in front of Xi Jianglan.

Heng Yudu's voice sounded softly: "Twelve, what is your phase pattern?"

Xi Jianglan was about to cover his mouth to stop it forcefully, but the power of the spirit-level pattern was too great, forcing him to stiffen and open his lips uncontrollably.

"Hengyu is for your uncle." Xi Jianglan thought to himself expressionlessly, "I'll just die."

The birds of "Exchanging the Bright Moon" turned into bits and pieces of spiritual power, which landed on Xi Jianglan like fireflies.

Xi Jianglan had no love in his life, he gritted his teeth and beat every word.

"My heart is not a cold stone, love grows after a long time, admiration..."

"...Qing, admiring Sheng, Sheng Jiao."

Heng Yudu: "?"

Feng Yu: "..."

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