After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Spirit-level spells cannot be completely controlled in a day or two.

Yan Ling used the half-moon-patterned water mirror for a long time that night, but didn't feel that there was any problem. He only vaguely felt that a certain restraint in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be loosened for a moment, and before he could react, he was forcibly suppressed again.

Yan Ling frowned, seeing that it was already dawn, he had no choice but to put the half-moon pattern mirror into his sleeve.

Today, I will go out to practice with other people from Zhuxingzhai.

Ever since she had real memories, Yan Ling vaguely knew that "thunder" must represent something, but she couldn't understand its meaning.

Until this experience.

Xiezhi Zongzhi was killing the criminal who was full of crimes on the spot.

The blue sky was like washing, and under the clear sky, there was a deafening thunder, which made Yan Ling stunned.

In an instant, Yan Ling faced the water mirror and cast a spiritual-level spell solution on himself. After a day of dormancy, it seemed that the thunder was used as an introduction to suddenly attract and explode in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

Disguised false memories and cognitions disappear inch by inch like paper burned by flames, revealing their true colors.

Yan Ling opened his eyes wide in a daze, staring blankly at the bloody corpse in the distance, completely stunned.

Two lines of tears trickled down that false face, but he didn't notice it at all, and he was still staring at the ferocious bloodstain in a daze.

thunder.

Did it mean death?

In an instant, the memory of Yan Ling swept across the sea of ​​consciousness, including the two thunderclaps before falling asleep at the end.

Yan Hanque, Mrs. Chao...

The 13-year-old child accepted the fact that his parents had already died tragically in the cruelest way.

The impact was too great, and he was stunned for a long time like a wooden puppet, until Sheng Jiao came quickly and hugged him in his arms, covering his eyes tightly with his hands.

The hideous bloodstains in front of his eyes, like a monster with teeth and claws, disappeared, but his head was splitting like a headache, like countless needles piercing his head, causing him to convulse and tremble in pain.

Cinnamon wraps him.

Yan Ling was dumbfounded for a long time, then suddenly hugged Sheng Jiao tightly with trembling hands and cried loudly.

He cried heart-rendingly, as if he had vented all these years of being at a loss for strange memories, the depression of wanting to kill himself from time to time and destroy the spiritual level pattern in his body, and the collapse pain of the death of his parents.

It was the last weeping of frailty he would indulge.

Sheng Jiao hugged him gently with her stiff hands.

Yan Ling cried until she was exhausted, and sat there with dull eyes, motionless as if she had lost her soul, and no one responded to how many people shouted.

Wen Gubai came in a hurry, and vaguely knew something when he saw his appearance. After calming down the other frightened teenagers, he brought Yan Ling back to Tianyan Academy.

Yan Ling was in a daze for a long time, every time he heard the thunder, he would run away as if to escape.

It seems that out of the body, those pains and sorrows can disappear.

Since then, Yan Ling forced herself to put on the mask of "Jue Jue" and continue to live without letting anyone in the Xi family see the flaw.

"Find the origin of Xi's family..." Yan Ling looked at the rain outside with his chin propped up as if he was deciding on an ordinary matter, thinking, "I just blew up my golden core and completely ruined the world." Yan."

"No." Yan Ling quickly overturned this idea, "Wait for Nascent Soul to heal."

The Golden Core Stage cultivation base is extremely powerful for ordinary monks, but for the Zhongzhou aristocratic family with Tianyanxiangwen, it is as numerous as a feather, even if they blew themselves up, they would be blocked by others.

He is only 13 years old and already in the golden core stage, and he will be able to conceive a baby in a few years.

Although "Xian Ting Sheng" only has the weak ability of hearing the sound of all things, it is still a spiritual-level sign. For ordinary people, it is only a matter of time for him to reach a level that cannot be achieved in a lifetime.

as long as he wants.

Late autumn has arrived, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom and the fragrance permeates the entire Zhuxingzhai.

Yan Ling's eyes were emotionless, no longer afraid of life and death, no fear of tigers and wolves watching around, no worry about the past and the future.

Putting everything behind him, he has nothing to lose.

Yan Ling quietly listened to the rain.

Sheng Jiao at the door suddenly came with an umbrella from the smog and rain. The young man was growing rapidly, and the clothes that fit him in the past few months had become much smaller. He slightly raised the umbrella, and Yan Ling at the window Look at each other.

Yan Ling's pupils suddenly widened.

The courage to die with the Xi family at that moment just now was instantly shattered. He looked at Sheng Jiao blankly and almost with a hint of secret resentment, and asked him with trembling lips.

"What are you here for?"

Why did he come here at this time, forcibly putting a heavy shackle on his fearlessness.

Sheng Jiao was startled, stopped at the door, hesitated for a while, then suddenly turned around and wanted to leave.

Yan Ling watched coldly, looked at Sheng Jiao's leaving back, and thought: "This is the right way."

There is nothing in this world that he can miss and miss, but his classmates who have known each other for two or three years, not even friends, why should he be his shackles?

At that moment, Yan Ling's heart was trapped in a deeper and heavier shackle.

It's just that Sheng Jiao's figure suddenly went back and forth, threw away the umbrella and walked quickly to the window sill, and put the hot beads wrapped in the warmth of his palm on the window sill.

Yan Ling was stunned, and blinked in confusion.

Sheng Jiao didn't look at him, but stared at the few beautiful spirit beads he had bought with all his savings, his lips moved lightly, and whispered a few awkward words.

"Gift……"

Yan Ling was stunned.

When begging for a coincidence, Sheng Jiao wanted to give these beads to Yan Ling, but Yan Ling suddenly lost his mind that day, and the whole world was in a hurry, and then Yan Ling seemed to be a different person, sluggish and passive all day long.

Sheng Jiao procrastinated again and again, and even dragged on for more than a month.

Yan Ling was at a loss: "My... gift?"

Sheng Jiao nodded: "Birthday."

Begging for a birthday gift.

Yan Ling stared blankly at Sheng Jiao for a long time before reaching out and pinching those few spirit beads in his palm.

The bead was pinched warm by Sheng Jiao, and it fell into Yan Ling's hand like a warm current flowed into Yan Ling's heart.

Today is August 28.

Yan Ling's real birthday.

Yan Ling stared at the bead, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Sheng Jiao looked up at him.

The more Yan Ling laughed, the louder his lips trembled, he trembled slightly but he didn't say anything, his eyes were red and no tears flowed, he just laughed.

Sheng Jiao felt that he was crying.

"Thank you." Yan Ling held the Lingzhu in his palm, raised his head and smiled at Sheng Jiao, "I like it very much."

Sheng Jiao didn't understand why Yan Ling's mood was like this, wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask, so he just stood there with his lips pursed.

The young Lord Tiandao didn't have much savings at all, and the Lingzhu he bought was also cheap. If it was normal, he would definitely be ridiculed by the superior young master, and then reluctantly accept it.

Sheng Jiao would rather Yan Ling ridicule him than laugh like crazy and sad like now.

Yan Ling took the beads, wiped away the water marks on the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile, "Sheng Jiao, from now on, every August 28th, will you give me a gift?"

Sheng Jiao didn't understand why he didn't send it on his birthday, but he never argued with Yan Ling, he just nodded.

"it is good."

The cold and hard shackles turned into soft fingers.

Yan Ling suddenly felt that it was not bad to live forever.

Autumn is getting stronger, and after a few months, the first snow falls silently, and the New Year's Eve is approaching.

Tianyan Academy is on holiday.

Yan Ling originally wanted to live in Tianyan Academy and not return to Xi's house, but was worried that Xi Ze would find out, so he had to slowly pack up his things and go back.

These years, Xi Ze has not been vigilant against him, but Yan Ling is still worried that he will be able to see the fact that he has solved the spiritual level spell, so he gave himself an insignificant hint, and put on Xi Jue's dandy "disguise" Leave Tianyan Academy.

But halfway through the walk, I found that the main street of Zhongzhou City was bustling with people. The streets were being decorated before the winter solstice, and the fiery red lanterns and candles were all replaced with new ones.

Yan Ling walked alone on the busy street, not knowing where to go.

Just at this moment, I suddenly heard a familiar sound like gurgling water.

Yan Ling was extremely sensitive to voices, so she froze for a while before remembering vaguely...

This voice seemed to be heard on Yan Yue that night.

Ah Yue?

Yan Ling immediately pushed aside the crowd and followed the sound, but there were too many people on the street, which made Yan Ling bored.

The voice in my ear became weaker and weaker, and Yan Yue seemed to be fading away.

Yan Ling staggered and tried hard to push the crowd away. No matter how hard he tried, he could only feel the sound of the gurgling water getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.

"Ayue!"

Yan Ling stood in a daze on the street full of people coming and going, feeling lost.

He thought Yan Yue was killed by Xi Ze like his parents, but he was still alive?

Yan Ling staggered to a deserted alley and stood slumped with his back against the wall, barely sustaining his sobriety from completely collapsing.

People are still alive.

As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.

The voices in the crowd were too noisy, but Yan Ling couldn't hear what she wanted. She bent her back inch by inch, sobbed and covered her ears, not wanting to hear any more.

Suddenly, a sharp piercing sound rang through my ears.

It was an overwhelming killing intent, even if Yan Ling blocked his ears, his whole body was numb from the shock.

Yan Ling suddenly lowered her hands and turned her head to look.

I saw a dirty child rushing towards Yan Ling with no spiritual power but full of resentment, holding a worn-out knife in his hand.

He wanted to kill Yan Ling.

Yan Ling was stunned immediately.

In a dazed effort, the child had already rushed forward and stabbed the blunt tip of the knife straight into Yan Ling's heart.

Yan Ling suddenly lowered his hand, grasping the dirty blade with five fingers, abruptly blocking the man's knife.

The sound of the gurgling spring water came again, wrapped in distorted resentment, it sounded like turbulent waves, and the hatred was overwhelming.

Yan Ling's five fingers were covered with bloodstains dripping down, it was unbelievable.

"Ah Yue?"

Yan Yue was desperately stabbing the knife towards the tip of his heart, she was slightly taken aback when she heard the name, and looked up in a daze.

Yan Ling's fingers trembled.

It really was Yan Yue.

I haven't seen her for three or four years, Yan Yue's figure is thin and filthy, as if she has been wandering for a long time, her originally soft and obedient face is full of hatred.

Yan Yue shook her hands and said sharply, "You are from the Xi family!"

The Xi family, they all deserve to die.

"No..." Yan Ling's tears fell uncontrollably, he let go of the knife, suddenly hugged the dirty Yan Yue tightly in his arms, and said with a choked voice, "I'm not."

Yan Yue was hugged, so she could only slash at him with a knife, and said heartbreakingly: "You are! You are Xi Jue!"

"I'm not, I'm not!" Yan Ling's body was covered in bloodstains, but he turned a deaf ear to it, crying exhaustedly while holding Yan Yue, "I'm Senior Brother, I'm Yan Ling..."

Yan Yue froze suddenly, her lips trembled and said, "But you..."

The little boy is no longer the ignorant and deceitful child of the past, he desperately shook his head and struggled to push Yan Ling away: "You are Xi Jue, your face..."

Yan Ling held Yan Yue's shoulders tightly with both hands, and almost begged with tears on his face: "I am senior brother, A Yue, don't you know me? This face... I'm sorry, I don't know how to change it back, I'm sorry, I don't know ..."

Being questioned by the only person in the world who valued him, Yan Ling, who had held on for a long time, finally collapsed completely. He scratched his face with shaking hands, as if he wanted to tear off the "fake painted skin" that was forcibly put on.

It's just that his face was covered in bloodstains, but he couldn't change the blindfold at all.

"I don't want this face!" Yan Ling finally lost control and said in pain, "I don't want..."

But he didn't know how to change back.

Become Yan Ling.

Yan Yue stared blankly at Yan Ling, who was sobbing in pain, and knelt on the ground after a long while, and said blankly.

"Master... Senior Brother?"

Yan Ling's face was almost scratched by him, but the blindfold healed the injury forcefully, revealing that "sarcastic" face.

The water mirror in the sleeve fell to the ground, and Yan Ling accidentally caught a glimpse of the face that had become intact again, and almost went crazy.

"I don't want to be ridiculed!"

Yan Yue stared at him blankly, then suddenly rushed forward and hugged Yan Ling in her arms, preventing him from ruining her face again.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

When he was young, he only knew to cry to his senior brother when he was young, but now he hugged Yan Ling, who was about to collapse, like a big brother, and gently stroked the back of Yan Ling's head with his dirty little hands, softly whisper.

"Brother, Ah Yue is here."

Yan Ling froze, hugged Yan Yue and cried bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He was devastated, and he apologized desperately, "I'm sorry Ah Yue, I don't know how to change back, I want to change back but I can't, I was wrong sorry……"

Yan Yue hugged him and said softly, "It's not the brother's fault."

Yan Ling buried her face in Yan Yue's neck, sobbing, "I...I'm scared, I'm so scared."

Yan Yue: "Don't be afraid, Ah Yue is here."

Yan Ling finally vented the pain accumulated in these years in this bitter cry, hugging Yan Yue tightly as if she had found her home, sitting there in a daze, not wanting to move.

With apology, Yan Yue treated Yan Ling's wounds, and told him about these years.

"... Madam Wan of the Medicine Sect brought me back for treatment, but I wanted to come to my senior brother, so I sneaked out."

Yan Ling's gaze followed Yan Yue's all the time, seeing his dirty body, he said confusedly, "Did you suffer a lot?"

Yan Yue probably hasn't smiled for a long time. At the first smile, she completely lost her cuteness when she was young. She was a little stiff and jerky, but she tried her best to make her brother happy: "No, it's not bitter at all."

Yan Ling didn't speak.

Yan Yue took good care of his wound, straightened Yan Ling's messy hair, and said softly, "Senior brother, what shall we do in the future?"

Yan Ling was taken aback.

He originally wanted to pretend until he reached the state of transforming gods, and then find the Tianyan spirit vein and directly destroy the Xi family Tianyan with the golden core self-explosion.

But Yan Yue was still alive, so of course this path would not work.

Yan Ling couldn't bear Yan Yue to be alone in the world.

Yan Ling thought for a long time, then suddenly said: "Xie Zhizong."

"what?"

"The Xiezhi Sect has always been upright and strict, and the Xi family is full of evil..." Yan Ling said, "If we go to the Xiezhi Sect, we will definitely find justice."

Yan Yue wondered, "Can it work?"

The Xi family is in full swing now, and Yan Yue can't get close to the Xi family at all. I heard that Xi Ze will be the next head of Zhongzhou.

Will Xiezhizong really give them justice?

Yan Ling is also not sure, so now he can only gamble.

Yan Yue trusted his senior brother unconditionally, since he said he was going to Xiezhizong, he would go, he helped Yan Ling to stand up, picked up the half-moon pattern water mirror from the ground and handed it back to him.

Yan Ling didn't want to see that face in the mirror again, so she shook her head.

Yan Yue had no choice but to put it away by herself.

Yan Ling didn't dare to put Yan Yue in danger, so she settled Yan Yue first and went to Xiezhizong alone.

In the entire thirteen prefectures, only the main sect is called "Xiezhi sect", while the branch sects scattered in various regions are called "Punishment and Amnesty Court". Yan Ling originally wanted to use the identity of "Xi Jue" to go directly to the Xiezhi sect to find the suzerain.

But the Xiezhi sect is too strict inside and outside, even the title of "Xiao Xiaoxianjun" can't be mixed with it.

There was no other way, Yan Ling had no choice but to go to the pardon court.

The person who received Yan Ling was a young and upright person, seeing Xi Jue frowned slightly: "Young Master Xi?"

Probably the New Year's Eve was approaching, and there was only this Zhizhi in the large punishment and amnesty house. Yan Ling vaguely heard the sound of trickling water on his body, and knew that this person was not bad in his heart, so he knelt down with a "plop".

Zhizheng was startled and hurried to help him.

"My lord, please uphold justice for me."

Yan Ling gritted her teeth and refused to get up, and directly revealed her identity and the Xi family's evil deeds concisely and concisely. At the end, she bent down and kowtowed, her forehead almost oozing blood.

Zhizheng was dumbfounded: "You mean the Xi family? Zhongzhou Xi family?"

Yan Ling: "Yes."

Zhizheng was stunned for a long time, and said with a serious expression: "Son, this matter is no small matter, if you lie..."

"I swear." Yan Ling made a bloody oath with two fingers together, "If I speak half a lie, I will die a bad death and never be reincarnated."

Zhizheng was taken aback.

"You get up first." Zhizheng helped him up. Seeing that Yan Ling was only wearing single clothes and shivering from the cold, he took off his light-colored Xiezhizong robe and wrapped it around him. Big, I can't tell right from wrong with a little stubbornness, if you believe me, just wait here first, and I will go to the Xiezhi Sect to inform the Sect Master of this matter."

Yan Ling grabbed his hand suddenly and said urgently: "Really?"

Zhizheng couldn't help laughing, and said in a gentle voice: "Really, the Xiezhi Sect originally existed to uphold justice for the people of the thirteen prefectures, and the suzerain will definitely not sit idly by."

Yan Ling's eyes became hot, she couldn't say anything, she just nodded her head desperately.

"Hmm, ummm."

Zhizheng brought him hot tea, gave him some instructions, and then hurriedly left the punishment and amnesty courtyard in the snow.

Yan Ling fidgeted and waited for an hour, when finally there was the sound of footsteps outside.

The first thing that came out was the sound of the young and upright running water. Before Yan Ling could calm down, he heard the muffled sound of the wind before the storm.

Yan Ling was taken aback.

Zhi Zheng pushed the door open and entered, and Chao Yan Ling showed a smile: "Sect Master Qu has arrived."

The patriarch of the Xiezhi sect was called Qu Minglian, with a solemn and upright face, and his eyes were like eagles looking at Yan Ling coldly.

Children like Yan Ling, who are only thirteen or fourteen years old, are often glanced at by Qu Minglian's cold and stern eyes that are always judging cases, and must be trembling with fright, but Yan Ling looks at him expressionlessly.

Qu Minglian said: "Are you serious about what you said?"

"Yes, there is absolutely no lie." Yan Ling knelt on the ground, "I beg the suzerain to uphold justice for me."

Qu Minglian said again: "Is there any witness?"

Yan Ling was silent for a moment, remembering that Yan Yue told him that he had seen Xi Ze slaughter Yan Hanque and Mrs. Chao with his own eyes.

But he didn't dare to gamble with Yan Yue, gritted his teeth slightly and didn't know how to speak.

"Don't worry." Qu Minglian said, "Xiezhizong has a phase pattern that can extract memories. If there are real witnesses, the extracted memories can also be regarded as evidence."

Yan Ling hesitated for a long time: "You...can you really give me justice?"

Qu Minglian's eyes flashed.

It seems that there are real witnesses.

"If Xie Zhizong can't give you justice..." Qu Minglian said indifferently, "Then even if you search all over the thirteen states, no one can avenge you."

Yan Ling didn't speak.

He somehow had a hunch that Yan Yue couldn't be involved, otherwise he would definitely regret it.

Seeing that Yan Ling remained silent for a long time, Qu Minglian said: "You wait here first, I will send Zhizheng to go to Yanwen Mountain to investigate and see if what you said is true."

Seeing that Qu Minglian did not hold on to the witness, Yan Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Minglian turned and left.

The young Zhizheng helped Yan Ling up, and said with a smile, "Don't worry now, the master of the Xiezhi Sect will be upright, this matter will definitely be repaid."

Yan Ling nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

Zhi didn't show it on the front, but looked at him with pity in his heart.

It's just a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, and he has experienced such a tragic thing.

Zhizheng said softly: "Do you have any other relatives?"

Yan Ling shook her head.

Yan Yue said that Mrs. Wan once said that Mrs. Tong Chao was a good friend, but Yan Ling couldn't believe her.

If Mrs. Wan and his mother were really good friends, and learned from Yan Yue that Xi Ze had taken her away, why didn't she come to find him to save him these few years, and she never even met her face to face.

Yan Ling didn't think it was natural for Mrs. Wan to save him, but she just didn't want to place her hope on other strangers.

Only by himself can he feel at ease.

Yan Ling sat there obediently and drank tea. He hadn't finished half a cup of tea when a familiar shrill sound suddenly came from his ears.

"Bang-"

The porcelain cup fell directly from the limp hands, and shattered into countless pieces on the ground.

The hot tea was splashed on the ground, and the scalding heat only appeared for a moment before being blown away by the chill brought by the door.

Yan Ling suddenly trembled all over, and looked at the door in a daze.

Xi Ze had no expression on his face, his whole body seemed to be covered in black mist, and he looked at him coldly and mercilessly.

Qu Minglian stood at the door, watching with cold eyes.

Xi Ze said coldly: "Xi Jue, the winter solstice is approaching, why don't you go home?"

Yan Ling's heart fell into an ice cellar instantly, and his body was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering.

Xie Zhizong and the Xi family are actually the same breed!

The young Zhizheng was also stunned, stepped forward and frowned and said: "Sect Master, this matter..."

Rumbling--

There was a sudden burst of thunder in Yan Ling's ears, and he almost lost his mind on the spot. After he steadied himself forcibly, he realized that the Zhizheng who had just spoken was pierced through the heart by Qu Minglian's sword, and his eyes widened and he staggered. fell to the ground.

Already lost vitality, die with regret.

Yan Ling gritted his teeth and said, "You!"

Qu Minglian withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and said to Xi Ze: "The less people know about this, the better. Your spiritual level spells seem to be useless, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child can easily break through it."

Xi Ze walked forward silently, and before Yan Ling could scold him, he stretched out his hand and stunned him.

Just like in the past, he picked him up casually, and left the punishment and amnesty courtyard with a cold face.

***

When Yan Ling woke up again, he had been locked up in the spirit cell and couldn't move.

Xi Ze sat aside and said coldly: "Who is the witness you mentioned?"

Yan Ling looked at him coldly, and said: "If you don't kill me today, sooner or later I will make you pay the price."

Xi Ze turned a deaf ear and asked again.

Yan Ling didn't answer.

Xi Ze knew that this person was a hard stubble, no matter how many punishments were used, he would not be able to get a word out of his mouth. After a long silence, he suddenly said: "Go and call Xi Qingfeng."

The elder nodded and said yes.

Soon, Xi Qingfeng came quickly, bowed his head and saluted Xi Ze.

"Homeowner."

Xi Ze said: "You work in the Punishment and Amnesty Court, do you have the technique of following people's breath?"

"Yes." Xi Qingfeng said respectfully, "My facial pattern is Xuan-level "Looking for Hidden Traces", even a strand of breath can find people in a radius of hundreds of miles. "

Yan Ling's heart skipped a beat, vaguely having a bad premonition.

Xi Ze raised his hand to slightly gather the strange aura on Yan Ling's body, condensed into an illusory white ball, handed it to Xi Qingfeng, and said coldly: "Follow the aura to find this person, and bring them here."

Xi Qingfeng: "Yes."

After all, turn around and leave.

Yan Ling's heart was beating wildly, and he said in a daze, "What... are you going to do?"

Xi Ze didn't answer.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xi Qingfeng returned to Xi's house with Yan Yue, who was covered in dirt, and threw it on the ground. Yan Yue was dizzy from the fall, and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

Yan Ling finally knew that she was afraid, and struggled desperately but couldn't break free from the shackles on her body, so she could only hiss: "Don't!"

Xi Ze is so cruel that he dares to kill anyone.

Xi Ze said indifferently: "How did you break through the spirit-level spell?"

Yan Ling's long hair was disheveled, and he shook his head in embarrassment: "I... I don't know, that time when the Xiezhi sect killed people, my sea of ​​consciousness suddenly broke the restriction, I really don't know."

Xi Ze stared at him, as if judging whether what he said was right or wrong.

But Yan Yue was in his hands, and Yan Ling was trembling with fear, so he shouldn't be able to tell lies at this time.

Xi Ze withdrew his probing gaze, thoughtful.

The spiritual-level spells may gradually show cracks as Yan Ling's cultivation gets higher and higher. If he is given another spell to change his cognition and memory, he may still break the restriction unknowingly one day sooner or later.

Instead of raising the soup to stop the boiling, it is better to...

Xi Ze looked at Yan Yue who was sleeping on the ground, and suddenly said to Yan Ling: "If you want him to live, then do as I tell you."

Yan Ling nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I am willing to do anything, please let him live! I promise, I will be good in the future, please..."

Xi Ze nodded and winked at Xi Qingfeng.

Xi Qingfeng nodded, and violently carried Yan Yue away.

Yan Ling's head was covered with cold sweat, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Xi Ze's eyes, he forced a smile at him obediently.

But after a while, there was a thunder outside.

Yan Ling was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look blankly.

The sky is clear outside the window.

Where did the thunder come from?

An unbelievable idea suddenly flashed in Yan Ling's mind, and the shackled hands suddenly curled up, but quickly relaxed, not wanting Xi Ze to see any clues.

"My lord..." Yan Ling cautiously said to Xi Ze with difficulty, "You won't kill him, will you?"

Xi Ze said coldly: "Of course, when the identity of 'Xi Jue' is no longer needed, I will naturally let you go with him."

Yan Ling froze, instantly piercing through his chest like a sharp knife.

He is lying.

That thunder said it all.

Yan Ling was so angry that his eyes were tearing apart, and a strong smell of blood gushed out of his throat, but he forced his tense body to relax, and made a look of relief on his face.

Xi Ze said, "What do you call me?"

Yan Ling bent her eyes and said obediently, "Father."

Xi Ze said coldly: "You haven't returned for a long time, and Mrs. Zong is so worried that she is already in bed. The winter solstice is approaching, so you can pray for your mother for three days."

Yan Ling said meekly, "Okay."

Xi Ze released him from the spirit mustard, and Yan Ling understood the meaning without him saying it, and knelt in the other courtyard in single clothes, "praying" for Mrs. Zong for three days.

In the other courtyard, Xi Qingfeng led Feng Chongyang past the door, and after sending the distinguished guests out respectfully, he turned back and looked down at Yan Ling from above.

He seemed to hate the superior "Ji Jue" very much. Although he vaguely knew that this person was not the real Xi Jue, he still felt a distorted sense of satisfaction seeing that abominable face in such a miserable state.

Xi Qingfeng looked down for a while, then suddenly slapped Yan Ling hard.

A crisp "pop" sound.

Yan Ling was beaten to the side.

Xi Qingfeng said coldly: "It's just a fake."

Yan Ling stretched out the tip of her tongue to touch the blood on the corner of her lips, and when she raised her head slightly, there was still a smile on her face.

He seemed to be out of control, even though he felt that life was worse than death, he still said with a smile on his face: "I will kill you."

Xi Qingfeng was startled.

"You, Xiezhi Sect Master, Xi Ze." Yan Ling smiled like a child, narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't kill me today, sooner or later I will kill you all."

Xi Qingfeng flew into a rage immediately, and was about to slap him again, but when he met the dark and hollow eyes, he unconsciously took half a step back as if frightened.

Yan Ling gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips, and said with a smile, "...don't even try to escape."

He suddenly decided not to perish with the beasts of the Xi family, dirtying his own reincarnation road to the underworld for no reason.

He wants to live, live well.

Kill all the people who humiliated him and brought him pain one by one, so as to make up for the suffering he has suffered in these years.

Since Xie Zhizong couldn't give him justice, then he will ask for it himself.

Yan Ling was completely reborn in this heavy snow.

Since then, no half truth has been spoken.

Xi Qingfeng was terribly annoyed by his lunatic, and was about to make him suffer a little more after recovering from it, when a voice came from the side.

"enough."

Xi Qingfeng turned around to look, and said coldly: "You coward, what kind of good person are you doing there?"

Xi Minghuai stood there with his eyes downcast, and said softly: "You know he is not Xi Jue."

Xi Qingfeng sneered, not being too lazy to talk nonsense with this cowardly person, he turned around and walked away.

Xi Minghuai looked at the child who was smiling hypocritically in the heavy snow, hesitated for a while and put an umbrella beside him.

Yan Ling looked at him for a while and said, "I don't want it."

Xi Minghuai was taken aback.

"Thank you." Yan Ling said with a smile, "You are a good person, I will not kill you."

Xi Minghuai squatted there hesitating for a long time, then said softly, "Are you crazy?"

He was not scolding Yan Ling, but really wanted to ask this question.

Have you been driven crazy by the Xi family?

"No." Yan Ling said flatly, "I'm very sober."

Xi Minghuai pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Then don't say such childish things, live well."

Yan Ling laughed, but did not answer this sentence.

Xi Minghuai had no choice but to take the umbrella away, and walked away slowly on the thin snow.

There was no one around, Yan Ling stood there with his back straight, as if no amount of wind and snow could bend his bones.

He seemed to have been wiped out of all his emotions by successive sufferings, and he never shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.

A dark alley next to Xi's house.

Feng Chongyang stared expressionlessly at the little corpse curled up in the corner, and after a long silence, he suddenly let out a silent sigh.

Yan Yue still had the half-moon-patterned water mirror on her cuff, Feng Chongyang picked it up and put it in the palm of her hand, and pinched a soul-calling formula with her lowered eyes.

It took less than a quarter of an hour for the young boy to die, and all his spirits had not disappeared from the world. Using the spirit-level magic method to summon the soul could barely gather his three souls and seven souls.

It's just that the body has lost its vitality and cannot be used anymore.

After a long while, the shattered three souls and seven souls were finally summoned. Feng Chongyang sealed them in the water mirror, watched the frail soul floating faintly, and finally condensed into a complete soul after a while, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

Feng Chongyang put the water mirror back into his sleeve, and the dark white robe with ghost characters pattern fluttered in the wind and snow, and walked away slowly.