After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

All the truths that had been covered by dark clouds became clear.

At the beginning, even if he thought that he was going to kill him, he also thought that he took the beast to Baiji God Realm to force it to show its real body, so that he could be convicted of "colluding with the beast clan and betraying the Taoist sect".

He appeared in Baiji God Realm, and deliberately fought with hundreds of beast refining sects, in order to let them see how powerful Zhexuan Daojun is, and then deliberately die by his sword, so that the whole Taoist world will know that he is so powerful. Xuan Zhenjun was able to kill the Zhexuan Daoist who was invincible to Bai Dao with a single sword, thus repelling their thoughts of engulfing Nanhua Dao.

He also calculated that his cold poison would dissipate before the yang fire extinguished, so he left the yang fire to him before he died.

He used his own life to make him famous, let him sit back and relax, return his yang and Qizhe, and all things spring.

Strange, that person has paved the way for him, why he still can't feel joy?

It's as if the heart has been hollowed out, leaving only a black hole, which is filled with thick dust over time.

"Brother, everything will be fine in a few days."

He lightly stroked his shoulders, and sat on the wall with him, watching the trees full of apricots wither little by little.

What was he thinking at that moment?

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The person who had been confinement in the Fusheng Hall disappeared, Qingxiao Zunjun was furious, and asked Meng Qijun and Yun Xingyou to quickly catch this villain back. They never wanted to follow the tracer, but they came to the head of the Yanyan Peak. Zhaodian.

The bamboo corridor in the hall was extremely quiet, and the man in the blood-colored clothes was lying on the old wicker chair, his eyes were absent, his lips were pale, and he was in a state of distress, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Both of them were terrified by this scene, they hurried over to check the situation, found that he was still alive, immediately used their own true energy to protect his soul veins, and brought him back to Shuowei Peak.

Because Xu Qingyi left Fusheng Hall on his own initiative during the confinement period, Lord Qingxiao was quite annoyed, and specially placed a confinement seal on the main pavilion, so that he could stay inside and reflect.

The Linghua window is wide open, and you can see the beautiful scene of crabapple petals flying in the yard, but the person sitting on the ground leaning on the desk is heartbroken, all vitality collapses in his eyes, and he seems to be stained with feathers Xixi birds, dying in the heavy snow, waiting for the death to come.

It wasn't until the turmeric flame was shining that it dragged him back into his memory again, that he suddenly came back to life, staring longingly at the young man who was as bright as the sun and the moon, stumbling towards him like a moth to a flame, and then As always, it came to nothing.

He lowered his eyes in disappointment, and then slowly moved closer to him, staring at the outline of his facial features very carefully, not letting go of the slightest trace caused by the change of expression. Those dim eyes were slightly obsessed and nostalgic, and there was a little Gloomy, paranoid soulful.

Looking at this memory again, he realized that the short half month of being locked up in the ghost nest was actually the only time he spent by his side. At that time, there were only the two of them. He dispels the cold poison, and when he is bitten by an evil spirit, he will show a worried expression. He doesn't dislike himself who is unable to control himself due to the outbreak of love, and is willing to lead him out of the abyss of nightmare that has been difficult to escape for a hundred years...

His whole life was riddled with holes, and only this person would take the trouble to piece together the broken parts of him bit by bit, so that he would at least not look so ugly and hideous.

After staying in the dark for a long time, people will gradually forget the light, but once they stand in the sky again, they will still be greedy and want to catch the light that is about to disappear.

Until the sound of birdsong awakened him from his memory, looking at the pink and delicate flowers outside the window, he suddenly remembered that the man seemed to have been stabbed to death by his sword.

His body flinched, it seemed that he was extremely cold, so he couldn't help shivering, the bloodshot eyes still did not dissipate, and they extended to the gray pupils one after another, adding a bit of broken blood red to the grayness.

The door of the main pavilion was pushed open with a creak, and the man in the Taoist robe with the azurite face stepped across the threshold against the light, and looked at the person sitting by the desk with his head down and his eyebrows slumped.

Before he had time to say what he should say, he sighed quietly: In the past, as a senior brother, he listened to his master very much, but he would never bow his head and give in when it comes to the fifth senior brother, even though Elder Yue asked him to come to Fusheng Hall Explain to him more, but based on what his senior brother has done before, I am afraid that no matter how much he says, it will not have any effect.

Li Xiyuan frowned worriedly and walked to the desk, the words "senior brother" just came to his lips, the person on the ground suddenly raised a pale face, all the blood on his lips was gone, his eyes were burning with tiny and strange gleams Huo Guang, with long and thin fingers tightly grasping his sleeves: "Yu Qing, I want to see Zhe Xuan, please let me see him."

He couldn't help taking a step back, as if he couldn't understand the person in front of him: "Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother is already dead, have you forgotten?"

"Dead?" The man repeated the two words, and after a few seconds of stunned, he suddenly hunched over and laughed, with a bloody teardrop falling from his eyes: "Why is he so dead?" Will he die? You clearly saw him that day, will you let him die?"

"Yes, I saw the fifth senior brother for the last time, so I know he gave you Yang Huo." Li Xiyuan recalled the scene of that day, his voice trembling, "I witnessed his death with my own eyes, his soul disappeared, senior brother , he has lost even his Yanghuo, and you have pierced his heart with a sword, so you don't have to worry about him being alive."

The hand holding the sleeve was unable to let go, each word was like a sharp needle, piercing his heart fiercely, and the people around him reminded him all the time——he killed Zhexuan.

He felt that he was being pushed into the chaotic night, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. His two empty eyes were bloody and bloody, he couldn't see the way ahead, and he couldn't see who was coming. His whole soul was withered, stretching out his bony eyes Holding his hand, he said hoarsely: "I don't want his Yang Huo anymore, you can return it to him for me."

"Brother, the past is over, it's time to move forward."

Li Xiyuan looked at Yang Huo sadly, and then slowly closed his palms for him.

"I know I was wrong," he curled himself up, and muttered obsessively, "I know I was wrong, why hasn't Zhexuan come back?"

Xu Qingyi was forced to divide himself into two parts, one part lingering in reality, and the other part deceiving himself and others in memory.

He relied on Yanghuo to continue his dreams over and over again, entangled the owner of the memory in this endless memory, and stayed by this person's side like a lonely ghost, but at the same time, he kept watching him being seriously injured by a monster, watching him The half-soul was damaged after trying Gu in the ghost nest, and several long knives were stabbed in his body, and he finally died indifferently in the Baiji God Realm.

Every moment is like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, but he can't do anything, he can only watch him suffer.

As time passed, the powerless despair destroyed his body and mind, causing him to collapse, distort, and fester. The black blood in his heart overflowed, soaked in his lungs, and ran amok in his blood vessels, dyeing his entire body in pitch black. .

For Xu Qingyi, after that person appeared, "Zhexuan" really existed in this world.

The longer he stayed in his memory, the more he experienced endless pain and despair, the more he wanted to take that person as his own.

But Zhexuan is so kind to everyone, Youxu, Changshu, Chen Wang, and that Xueyun land pooch named Lu Yao, from the time he formed a contract with it, to when he rescued it time and time again, and then to him. Walking in the world holding its hand, every time this person looked at it through him, it made him mad with jealousy, and an uncontrollable and vicious jealousy arose in his heart: he met him first, this thing He is obviously not even a person, so why should he treat it so well?

It would have been better if he had just killed it.

His dark eyes were full of crimson, and the invisible flower in the dark corner had been soaked in black blood. The dense roots had already filled the lungs, and replaced the blood vessels around the heart.

Zhe Xuan should have belonged to him in the first place.

The man in the silk willow striped robe of Yuebai Lake is sitting by the window, his sickly white face is like a soulless white porcelain statue, his bloody eyes are greedily looking up at the flowers and trees outside the window, like crazy , grasped the turmeric flame that was not as bright as before with his bony hands, and murmured: "It's mine, Zhexuan is mine."

That night, the seal in front of the main pavilion was forcibly broken, and a glaring, bright red blood remained under the crabapple tree, and the master of the palace disappeared from sight.

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In late autumn, when the weather turns cold, the pedestrians on the road are all dressed thickly, the hawking is still the original hawking, and the sugar buyers are still the same group of children who love to run in the alleys.

Although the Zhuming Lantern Festival has passed for a long time, there are still a few exquisitely crafted lanterns left on the street. After the lights are lit at night, everything seems like yesterday.

The young man wearing a mandrill-headed ghost mask is wearing a cloud satin silver and white engraved silk gown with white bird patterns, and a plain soft smoked long gown. His body looks like a jade tree in Qionglin, with a slight slenderness, and his demeanor is like Mizuki Mingse, unstained. Dust.

Those who passed by him couldn't help but look back sideways, with a little surprise in their eyes, one was surprised by his outstanding appearance, even if they didn't look at the face, they could know that the mask must be a celestial figure; the other was surprised He actually wears a mandrill-headed ghost mask. The mandrill-headed ghost mask was specially worn at the Zhuming Lantern Festival to worship gods and pray for blessings. Walking around is still a bit strange.

The silver pins on the mask move with the steps, making subtle noises, colliding with each other like small bells, crisp and sweet.

The night is obviously not as lively as the daytime. Before the time of Haishi, the vendors on the street began to close their stalls and go home.

The kind-faced old man accepted the hexagram flag, bamboo policy, tortoise divination and stone counting chips for divination. He had just set up a stool and was about to leave the stall when he bumped into a passerby and a bamboo policy fell out of his hand.

He leaned over to pick it up, glanced at the bamboo stalk, and then turned to stop the man in the cloud satin robe: "Young master, your hexagram."

"I didn't ask you for divination."

The man responded coldly, and walked forward without looking back.

"To meet is to be destined. The young master just bumped into the little old man, and this bamboo policy fell automatically. It seems to be a hexagram bestowed by heaven, which means love."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo policy in his hand suddenly ignited without fire, turned into ashes and scattered in the evening wind.

The old man picked up the divination tools and left with a smile, not forgetting to say: "It's spring again in a small street in the south of the city, and there are only plum blossoms but no people. There are three thousand diseases in life and aging, but only lovesickness can't be cured."

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-1818:22:35-2022-08-2023:18:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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