After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Bai Ying lost his mind, dragged his bruised body back to Shuowei Peak in a daze, and when he was about to step into the gate of the palace, he suddenly heard a laughing voice: "Senior brother, today the clouds are light and the breeze is gentle, you come with me How about releasing paper kites in the mountains?"

His heart was trembling, and he vaguely saw the young man lying on his side on the white wall and blue tiles, holding a black and white paper kite in his right hand, and smiling gently at him.

The heart-biting chill covered his limbs, making his body stiff, and even the breath he exhaled turned into white smoke.

The pain from the cold attack hit again. He held on to the door frame and struggled forward. Just as he walked into the Fusheng Hall, a tree of crabapple flowers in the courtyard burned his eyes. his side.

In an instant, the cold air in the body retreated one after another like an enemy.

The stiffness of his body eased, and he walked under the flower tree with a dull face, bent down and picked up the tulip flame that he had discarded by the tree.

The warm firelight penetrated into the lines of his palm, and then penetrated into the blood vessels, gradually warming every dark and cold corner of his body.

When he was dazed, the scene in front of him suddenly changed: scorched earth, gray smoke, trees burned into large pieces of black charcoal, and a few sparks that would not be extinguished.

"You should be hacked into pieces, you should die!"

Mo Qiuzhe's voice came from a distance, and then several blue-light cone-shaped arrows pierced from the air, piercing into the body of the young man in messy clothes!

"Zhexuan..."

When he saw this familiar face, his heart began to beat violently uncontrollably. Just as he was about to step forward, he bared his teeth in annoyance, got up from the ground, and confronted the people from Nanhua Road with gloomy eyes.

what happened?

He was clearly standing among them, but these people fought with each other with swords as if they couldn't see him.

Feeling puzzled, Li Xiyuan's startled "Be careful" made him turn his head suddenly, and saw a fifth-order monster appearing behind the young man out of thin air, baring its sharp fangs and biting straight at his back!

"do not!"

At that moment, countless fears rushed into his heart, and he rushed forward frantically to push him away, but unexpectedly, it passed directly through his body, and then he heard the piercing sound of blood and flesh being torn apart.

When he looked back, the young man had been pierced through his abdomen by the fangs, and was thrown out by the monster.

Blood was spilled all over the place, which was shocking. His gray pupils shrank suddenly, and bloodshot eyes appeared like cracks on the white eyeballs. His throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Seeing that the young man's forehead was wet with sweat, he still had no fear on his face. He summoned the Chixuan sword to fight, but before he could make a move, the white shadow fell in front of him with cold air. Warcraft coming!

Seeing this person's face clearly, he was immediately shocked: Is this himself?

At this moment, he finally remembered that this scene was the day when the man became obsessed and burned down the mountains and forests, urging the moon hidden worry-free grass in his body to take effect.

Why did he see scenes from the past reappearing?

Xu Qingyi stared at everything in front of him, frowned and thought for a while, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the young man.

The memory is constantly changing, he is like a puppet pulled by a transparent thread, following the young man every step of the way-see him lazily staying in the Fusheng Palace to recuperate his injuries, watching him rescue the cold poison attack with ill intentions The dead self saw him dashing into the shadows with the Shuangyin sword in high spirits, seeing him tricky and narrow-minded, ordering the disciples of the outer sect to repair the Lingshan Mountain, making them cry unbearably, but also watching him stand up for those disciples in a critical moment, which meant a lot. Say to them deeply, "You must be your own stars"...

This was him he had never seen before.

He suddenly realized that what he saw now was all this person's memory!

Is it because of...Yanghuo?

Xu Qingyi looked at his palm, the turmeric flame was lying quietly in his palm, and when he came back to his senses, he was still standing under the crabapple tree in the courtyard, the petals of the crabapple were scattered and falling, as if there was a fine rain of flowers in front of his eyes.

_;

The flying bird crossed the clouds, leaving a trail in the clouds and smoke.

The pale pink begonias bloomed so luxuriantly that even the green leaves on the branches were so crowded that they couldn't see a few pieces. Yue Zhi walked into the Fusheng Hall and was surprised to see the trees full of flowers. He thought the tree was bewitched by evil spirits— —Although it is not that it has not bloomed before, but the season is relatively normal, and it is clearly autumn now, so there is no reason to bloom randomly.

He stopped to check it carefully, and found nothing wrong with it, so he had no choice but to enter the main pavilion full of suspicion.

The grounded person was leaning against the overturned desk, his bloody clothes had not been changed, his disheveled hair covered his drooping face, and he looked lifeless.

Yue Zhi was attracted by the flame-like light source held by his right hand at first glance, Dou Yifang stayed in his mind for half a second, then turned into shock, and hurriedly stepped forward to snatch the flame from his hand.

"Give me back!"

The originally lifeless man suddenly raised his blood-stained face, slapped his right shoulder with a palm, snatched back the turmeric flame in a little panic, and held it tightly in his arms.

He used all his strength in this palm, and Yue Zhi was caught off guard. After being pushed back a long way, he hit the door frame. The pain radiated from his shoulder bone, which made his complexion a little ugly: "Hexuan, you took Zhexuan's Yanghuo Yeah?"

Xu Qingyi's eyes were gray, his gloomy eyes scribbled across his body, and his voice was dull: "This is mine."

"You! Yanghuo leaves the main body, and its effectiveness will gradually weaken. Even if you take his Yanghuo, it will be extinguished!"

Yue Zhi had a sad face, and walked up to him again, and when he felt his pulse, he suddenly withdrew his hand and moved back a little, as if he was afraid that he would snatch Yanghuo again.

Fortunately, in this short moment, he was able to see his pulse clearly enough, and was surprised to find that there was not much cold poison left in his body, and the cold poison should be completely eliminated before the yang fire was extinguished.

So did Hexuan know about this, so he designed Zhexuan's Yanghuo?

Yue Zhi looked at him in disbelief, he understood his hatred for Zhexuan, and also understood the suffering he had suffered these years, but he never thought that he had planned so well that he even had the timing to take Yanghuo. If Master Qingxiao knew about it, he might be punished again.

He sighed helplessly, looked at him again, and found that this man was a bit strange: the blood from the whip wound earlier had congealed, and there were no other obvious injuries, so where did the blood on his face come from?

In addition, his whole body was like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest bit of anger, so he thought that He Xuan must have been punished by Lord Qing Xiao to be so depressed, so he took out the wound medicine and put it beside him, and comforted him: "He Xuan, Zhe Xuan No matter how self-willed and reckless you are, the emperor raised him by his side to watch him grow up, let alone you killed him with your own hands, and told him not to take his anger out on you. Regarding these two matters, Zunjun also feels guilty towards you in his heart, and Nanhua Dao still needs you to take up the responsibility of being the head of the sect, so he will lock you up for two days, and then he will let you out."

"Elder Yue, do you still remember the conversation we had at Shuowei Peak after the mountain was opened to accept disciples?"

He suddenly asked him.

Looking back on the past, Yue Zhi thought that it should be the time when Zhexuan accepted a disciple without spiritual roots, and he advised him not to risk his life against the cold poison, so he nodded: "I remember, why did you suddenly ask this? "

"At that time, you said that he was nothing like before."

Xu Qingyi tightly protected the turmeric flame in his arms, his expression was a little stiff.

"That's right. At that time, he realized that Nineteen was different, so he wanted to replace Nineteen with the method of changing beams and pillars. According to his past temperament, when he learned that Nineteen was the person you placed in Changzhao Hall, he should be very happy." Get rid of him directly, there is no need for such detours, this kind of long-term temperament is really not like Zhe Xuan before he went crazy, "

After delivering the wound medicine, Yue Zhi stood up, "Yueyin Wuyoucao can only seal memory and cultivation, but cannot change a person's original character. At that time, I even suspected that he was taken away."

He just said it casually, but every blood vessel and nerve in the listener's body trembled suddenly, his heart felt like a beating drum for a moment, and his ears were full of noisy buzzing.

After Yue Zhi left, the person leaning against the desk picked up a piece of white paper that was not soaked in ink and spread it on the floor, and then held a pen to point at the words "Heaven loves people, and people receive love" written on the paper by the person in his memory. Copying the handwriting of "Yisheng, the way is solid in people", he grabbed the paper and disappeared into the main pavilion.

The owner of Changzhao Hall has been away for a long time, the hall is not full of dust because no one lives there, on the contrary, it has been cleaned spotlessly, as if that person will come back.

The study room is a mess at the moment. Xu Qingyi remembers that the man seldom used pen and ink before he went mad. If he hadn't destroyed his spiritual roots at that time and was punished to copy his thoughts a hundred times after being sentenced, he really didn't know where to get him. pen and ink.

Papers filled with words were piled up at the back of the bookcase, and each piece of paper was filled with the unwillingness of the punished. What he copied was not the Heart Sutra, but to vent his anger, so the handwriting was hideous, and the force pierced through the back of the paper, which shows that he used brute force Write down, without any rules.

He took out the paper he had copied and put it aside, and compared them two by two. One was written by a dragon and snake, and the other was written by an iron hook, while the other was flying like a bird and magpie. It was arrogant and domineering.

Looking at the two completely different handwritings, he stared blankly, his heart was twisted for a moment, and he finally understood why the memory in Yanghuo began after the man became obsessed.

"All the mouths make gold, and the accumulation destroys the bones."

"Even if the sun and the moon will be covered by gray clouds, I am not the sun and the moon. How can I wipe away the embers all over my body, so that half my life will be innocent."

"I probably know the suffering you have suffered these years."

"You keep killing your past self, and the cycle goes on and on. So much so that you can't tell who the last person who survived is."

"If you live in the eyes of others, then their eyes are like a cage, trapping you in it, and you will not be able to escape until death. Therefore, you should not be a shadow following in the footsteps of others, nor should you live for the expectations of others."

"Xu Qingyi, you've done a good job getting to where you are today."

He read all the memories in Yanghuo, from the moment the man went mad to the end when he stabbed him with a sword, only when he gets along with him, that person will be somewhat similar to the person he hates, Most of the time, he is someone else.

No, it's not all, when he was in the ghost nest, he also looked like another person, but at that time, he always thought it was the Emotional Thought Gu.

It is said that the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear. Until now, he has really seen his own heart.

A burst of sad laughter suddenly sounded in the empty hall, mixed with the rustling wind passing through the hall, upon listening carefully, it seemed like weeping.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-1713:07:38-2022-08-1818:22:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 kidney bean;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Lalaiye Seafood City;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!