After the villain's cultivation base is lost

There is a osmanthus tree that covers the sky and the sun in the backyard of the hospital, and it is still lush and green even in heavy snow.

The finely crushed osmanthus is in full bloom, and the fragrance is refreshing.

The snow had stopped at some point, and the howling cold wind was blowing.

Feng Yu was looking for water in the backyard, and was blown by the cold wind. His mind, which had been duped by Xi Jianglan's nonsense just now, suddenly woke up.

wrong.

He came to make trouble, why did Xi Jianglan feel dizzy and be fooled by him as a servant after saying a few words?

Gritting his teeth with hatred, Feng Yu flicked his ink-white robe with ghost characters, and turned back murderously.

Although Xi Jianglan lost all his cultivation, his ability to talk nonsense has been cultivated to the pinnacle!

Feng Yu hurried back and was about to curse angrily.

However, Xi Jianglan was leaning sickly on the medicine cabinet, with his legs slightly bent and shrunk into a small ball. Even if his black hair was disheveled all over his body like splashed ink, it still couldn't hide his frail figure with broken bones.

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, and when he tilted his head to look at it, his eyes were loose and confused, like a blood lotus that was about to break in the snowstorm.

Feng Yu froze for a moment, then reluctantly turned off the fire.

No matter how unbelievable it is, he still held his nose and tried to believe Xi Jianglan's rebirth speech—he was too conceited, and firmly believed that under the "ghost voice", no one would lie.

Xi Jianglan asked weakly, "Where's the water?"

Feng Yu roughly dragged Xi Jianglan up from the ground and threw him on a small couch beside him, and said coldly, "How can there be clean water to drink in your shabby house?"

Xi Jianglan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said softly: "Snow water is also fine, I won't pick it."

Feng Yu: "..."

Seeing Xi Jianglan's miserable state, Feng Yu should have been overjoyed, but for some reason, he became more irritable, frowning, and took out the priceless spiritual liquid from the storage ring and handed it over.

Xi dragged the ink hair hanging on the edge of the couch to the floor, maintaining a half-dead posture, and said weakly: "I can't lift my hands."

Feng Yu's back molars were all crushed: "Xi Jue, it's almost done, don't push yourself too far!"

Xi Jianglan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and raised his hand to take it.

He seemed like he hadn't eaten something good for a long time, and he leaned forward to sniff it lightly like a kitten, then tilted the jade cup to lick a sip of the spiritual liquid, and sighed: "Excellent Shuidiming—Master, I drink One sip of this fairy liquid will have to go to the flower house in the southern border to sell oneself for ten years to pay off."

Feng Yu didn't want to hear his misfortune, so he said irritably, "What's the matter with your injury?"

"Old problem." Xi Jianglan took a sip, his posture was casual, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "I have a special constitution, and I have to use Yu Epiphyllum to continue my life every year. Xi's family is gone, and that plant with tens of thousands of spiritual stones Naturally, Yu Epiphyllum cannot be found."

Feng Yu was beyond comprehension: "...So, you, you were trapped to death by mere tens of thousands of spirit stones?!"

Back then when the Xi family was in charge of the three realms of Zhongzhou, the jelly beans that Xi Jianglan ate and played with were more than tens of thousands of spirit stones.

"Lingshi is one aspect." Xi Jianglan sighed softly, "Not long after I escaped from the Xiezhi Sect, the Yu Epiphyllum in the entire thirteen prefectures ceased to be sold overnight."

Feng Yu was taken aback for a moment, and took a breath.

This is someone trying to force Xi Jianglan to death on purpose.

"But it's okay." Xi Jianglan was very worried, "... every year there will still be one or two fish that slip through the net. I opened the medical clinic to find the epiphyllum. Maybe I'll get one if I'm lucky."

Even if Feng Yu didn't wait to see Xi Jianglan anymore, he still admired his optimism.

If he changed places, fell from the embarrassment of the proud son of heaven to the world of mortals, he might not be as transparent as Xi Jianglan.

Feng Yu stopped talking about this and found another topic.

"The rebirth you just mentioned is indeed strange, so was your Xi family also slaughtered in your previous life?"

Xi Jianglan shook his head calmly and made nonsense.

"No, if I knew that the Xi family would be in trouble, I would have tried to stop it a long time ago, so why would I wait to die?"

"Who instigated the Xi family's disaster?" Feng Yu hesitated, "They came here for your face pattern?"

Ordinary monks in the entire thirteen states are all born with spiritual roots, but those aristocratic families don’t know where to get the strange sky-derived spiritual veins, so that the monks with natural roots awakened a kind of spiritual root called "phase pattern" when they were 12 years old. root.

The ancestors called it the gift of heaven.

"Xiangwen" is divided into four levels: mortal, mysterious, heavenly, and spiritual. Ordinary people's awakening can only reach the heavenly level at most.

There are even fewer people at the spiritual level, and there are no more than ten people in the entire thirteen prefectures in history.

——Xi Jianglan is one of them.

The students accepted by Tianyan Academy can only enter if they are monks with a phase pattern.

Not long after Xi Jianglan awakened Xiangwen, the Xi family jumped from a family at the end of Zhongzhou to become the master of the four states of Zhongzhou, and it was in full swing.

No one knew what ability Xi Jianglan's Xiangwen had, only that the Xi family protected it extremely closely.

Xi Jianglan said indifferently: "They came for the Xi family's Tianyan spiritual veins, and my phase pattern... has been abolished, so it is useless to talk about it."

Feng Yu stared at him intently.

Xi Jianglan is a rare and rare spirit-level facial pattern. When he first entered the Tianyan Academy, his cultivation had already surpassed everyone else, and he was the only person in the history of the thirteen states who conceived a baby at the age of 17.

- The other person is Sheng Jiao.

Such a genius who was born to ascend to heaven, was ruined abruptly.

Feng Yu took a deep breath: "Where's Sheng Jiao? What's going on with you?"

Xi Jianglan paused slightly as he bit the jade cup.

"Back then I was contemplating confinement, and I only found out what happened to the Xi family after leaving the seclusion," Feng Yu said in a deep voice, "You are the only survivor in the entire Xi family, even if they want to find the culprit, they shouldn't arrest you to the Xiezhi sect. I went to ask Sheng Jiao... but he didn't say a word."

Xi Jianglan laughed: "When have you ever seen 'Master Tiandao' speak in person?"

Feng Yu thinks about it, it seems to be the same.

Sheng Jiao is different from those monks who have practiced closed-mouth meditation. He is like a stone covered with frost and snow on the top of a lofty mountain, and like a jade statue of a fairy sitting on the cloud and not asking the world. It is daunting .

During the four years they were classmates, almost no one had ever seen Sheng Jiao open his mouth to speak, and sometimes he had no choice but to keep his lips closed and use spiritual power to move his voice, as if he was afraid of tiring his "respectful mouth".

Because of this unfathomable style, the other people in Zhuxingzhai made arrangements for him.

"So why did Sheng Jiao kill you? He even issued a search warrant for you in thirteen states to track you down?"

Xi Jianglan lowered his eyes and said absently: "He thought I was the chief culprit who slaughtered the entire Xi family."

Feng Yu was startled: "Is he crazy?!"

As we all know, the entire family of the Xi family was wiped out, and only Xi Jianglan survived because of his spiritual-level facial pattern.

He was clearly the victim.

"His face pattern..." Xi Jianglan paused, and said, "The one hundred and eight Tianyan beads, if they meet a guilty person, they will show the word "Zhu" to call for crime. "

Feng Yu frowned: "How many beads show that you are guilty and worthy of punishment?"

Xi Jianglan held out a finger.

"One hundred?" Feng Yu sneered, "Isn't it common that all one hundred and eight of them should be punished before being convicted?"

Xi Jianglan let out a "puchi" laugh: "...No."

"The ten?"

"One."

Feng Yu took a breath: "One?!"

With only one Tianyan Pearl, Sheng Jiao judged Xi Jianglan as guilty? !

What's the point of this?

Even Feng Yu found it unbelievable, and cried out for Xi Jianglan's grievances.

"Honestly..." Feng Yu couldn't say a word, "Sheng Jiao is famously fair, you... did you offend him somewhere?"

As soon as Xi Jianglan put the jade cup away, he lost his appetite after only taking a sip of the clear liquid at the bottom of the water. He lowered his eyes and suddenly asked a strange question.

"Do you believe in me, or in Shengjiao?"

Feng Yuxin said: "You are used to talking nonsense, I believe you are not as good as Xin Shengjiao."

But looking at Xi Jianglan's expression, there seemed to be something difficult to say, so Feng Yu had no choice but to swallow the sarcasm.

"I... I barely believe you."

Xi Jianglan raised his eyes abruptly, and the beautiful pupils were covered with a layer of mist, and a circle of snow-white waves rippled.

"really?"

Feng Yu felt more and more that Xi Jianglan and Sheng Jiao must have an old blood feud, and he wanted to know even more.

"Really, I believe you."

As soon as the "believe you" against his will was said, two lines of clear tears rolled down Xi Jianglan's face suddenly, and fell on the back of his pale hand with a "pat".

Feng Yu was terrified.

This was the first time he saw such an arrogant Xi Jianglan cry.

Xi Jianglan's face was full of tears, his face was slumped and sick, and when he was crying, he was so pitiful that Feng Yu almost forgot that this person was a habitual swindler.

"I told other people, but they didn't believe them all, they... only believed in Sheng Jiao."

Feng Yu held his breath and listened attentively.

"He... he he." Xi Jianglan said in a low voice.

Feng Yu was so anxious that he wished he could lend him his mouth.

Finally, Xi Jianglan reveals the secret that has been hidden for many years to his most trustworthy "good brother" Feng Yu.

"Sheng Jiao, him! Sheng Wuzhuo, him! My lord, he! He... He, he couldn't ask me for it, because love gave birth to hatred!"

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Yu: "???"

Feng Yu was horrified!

***

Deep snow fell on Changchuan, and the plum trees on the bank re-opened.

In the early morning on the long street, many people gathered in groups to enjoy the snow. The weeping willows were frozen into tender green ice crystals and were swept by the cold wind, making jingling sounds.

A man in a black cloak walked slowly among the bustling crowd, an unsharp sword hanging from his waist was looming, and upon listening carefully, there seemed to be the sound of chains colliding with metal and stone.

Suddenly, the little girl running happily at the side didn't look at the way ahead, and bumped into the man's thigh.

She felt as if she had bumped into a towering snow mountain, sitting on the ground and staring blankly at this strange man.

Fortunately, the girl's father came quickly, hurriedly helped her up, and furiously said to the man, "Do you have long eyes?!"

Just raising his eyes, he was instantly startled by the man's aura.

The girl's father obviously saw that this was not someone to be messed with, cursed in a low voice, then knelt down and patted the snow on his daughter's knees.

"Did the girl hurt from the fall?"

The girl shook her head obediently.

"Then go." Father's naturally fierce face showed a rare tenderness, "Don't run away, Daddy is here waiting for you to come back."

The girl nodded happily, and ran towards the candied haws stand not far away with two pennies in hand.

Da da, like a cheerful deer running.

The girl's father smiled.

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to come from the sky resounded in my ears.

"Yang Luo, a native of Queti City in Zhongzhou, killed more than ten people from his family five years ago, was seriously injured and arrested by the Punishment and Amnesty Court, and fled to Thirteen Prefectures."

That father—Yang Luo's smile froze, and he looked at the man in horror.

"you……"

Only then did he see clearly that the ink cloak was exactly the dark gold Xiezhi beast pattern that he had feared for several years.

——He is a member of the Haechi sect!

Yang Luo's face turned pale immediately.

The Xiezhi Sect is called the "Gate of Hell" by the thirteen prefectures, and all the monks who can enter the Xiezhi Sect are cold-blooded and ruthless people with monstrous cultivation.

They only recognize the laws of heaven, and they will pay for their lives if they kill someone.

No matter where he hides, as long as he is caught by a person wearing a robe with a Haechi pattern, he will die.

Yang Luo shook like a sieve, staggered and knelt on the ground: "Xian, Xianjun, please forgive me, I made a big mistake on impulse! I know I was wrong, I hope you will forgive me, I, I..."

With such a big commotion, the people around were still enjoying the snow as if nothing had happened, as if they couldn't see it at all.

The man was unmoved, his pupils showed no mercy.

Yang Luo stared at him blankly, her body no longer trembling under the great panic.

"You are... Sheng, Sheng..."

The man's black eyes seemed ethereal, his thin lips did not move, but Gu Jing's cold voice sounded around him.

"punish."

Yang Luo felt weak all over, and hissed: "Please forgive me, I still have a daughter—"

As soon as the words fell, only a slight sound of beads colliding was heard.

A thunderbolt pierced through the dark clouds, snow and mist, and struck directly on Yang Luo's eyebrows.

Even though the battle was so big, there was no sound of thunder.

The cold wind blew by.

In the blink of an eye, there was no living person on the ground, only a handful of ashes melted into the snow.

The frozen Changchuan is like a spring breeze, and it turns into gurgling water in an instant. The plum blossoms on the bank wither and wither, and are swept into the air by the strong wind.

The snow-appreciating crowd exclaimed, looking at this strange phenomenon in astonishment.

The little girl ran back happily after buying candied haws.

She looked around in a daze, but she didn't see her father who was waiting for her. She was stunned for a long time, and suddenly fell to the ground and cried loudly.

There was no trace of compassion in the man's eyes, he just looked sideways at the lush osmanthus trees beside him.

Osmanthus flowers are blooming all over the city.

Suddenly, a person wearing the black robe of Xiezhizong appeared beside the man.

"...Sovereign, there is no silver city here where the snow falls in the summer solstice. It is not a snow disaster, but it seems that someone has awakened Xiangwen, and Juan Xunfang has gone to search."

Sheng Jiao suddenly said, "Xi Jue?"

The monk of the Xiezhi sect had a weird face, as if he didn't understand why the suzerain wanted to ask this person.

But he still respectfully said: "The Court of Punishment and Pardon said that there is no trace of Xi Jianglan in Wuyin City."

Sheng Jiao turned around and left.

The monk hurriedly chased after him: "Sect Master Sheng, Guchang Temple will sell such spiritual objects tomorrow night, do you want to go there now?"

"Ah."

At this time, a voice came from behind: "Sect Master Sheng, wait a moment!"

Sheng Jiao paused.

The person who came was the dean of the punishment and amnesty hospital. With a smile all over his face, he saluted Sheng Jiao respectfully.

"Last night, I heard that Lord Shengxian is here. I am so disappointed! This year's snowstorm has caused our city lord a terrible headache. We searched the entire city but couldn't find the source. Fortunately, you are here."

The monks of Xiezhizong were stunned for a moment.

Sheng Jiao has a high position and authority, and has not been out of the Xiezhi sect for several years. This time, he came to the northern border of Changchuan for special reasons, and his ultimate goal was also a spiritual creature like Guchang Temple.

Except for a few members of the Xiezhi Sect, no one knew about it.

This person is just a member of the small punishment and pardon house, how could he know about this?

and also……

Arrived last night?

Sheng Jiao suddenly turned around, and the ink-colored cloak flew half a circle in the air, like a dense sword light.

The nearest osmanthus tree trembled suddenly, and the osmanthus fell like rain, and the osmanthus flowers all over the tree withered instantly.

"Sheng, Sect Master Sheng?"

Sheng Jiao said coldly: "He is here."

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