After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"Not long after you left, Nineteen left a letter, committing suicide and apologizing."

The slender beaked sedge was bent by the wind, and two figures stood outside the gray-yellow wall, talking about the past one by one.

"Apologize?"

"He mentioned on the paper that according to the order of the emperor, while stimulating the effect of the moon hidden worry-free grass in your body, he also secretly put the violent blood pill into the tea, in order to make you go crazy and explode to death .”

Su Wan is very clear about this past event. Everything in the world pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect. In Nineteen Eyes, the original owner is really not a good person, so he wants to eradicate this villain who humiliated him every day. He died, but he still couldn't live a good life.

Su Wan looked towards an empty grassland in front of him, and the innocent faces seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, which made people sigh: "Actually, he has succeeded."

Li Xiyuan immediately understood the meaning of his words: "No wonder you seem to be a different person later. Not only did you learn swordsmanship from the third senior brother, but you also worked so hard to find his soul back. At first, I thought it was Yueyin. The worry-free grass has worked."

"Speaking of Mo Qiuzhe, I don't know if his living soul has entered reincarnation?"

"As early as ten years ago, the soul lamp of Xunyang Palace was lit up, presumably the third senior brother has reincarnated as a human being."

The sky is gradually getting darker, and the jade white stone steps built at the main peak are dazzling, winding all the way to the depths of the clouds.

The candles at the top of each peak lit up one by one, the emerald green sky faded into a thin blue, and the smoke and clouds in the mountains lingered around the pavilions, crowding out the faint moonlight.

In the mist of the cloud mountain, there is a slender figure that almost melts into the mist. It is a bleak face, and its two lifeless eyes are only fixed on the jade string on the wrist——the fiery aura originally attached to the silver bamboo joints has disappeared. The jade skewers also became cold.

He folded his knuckles restlessly, and glanced at the towering giant peak, a gloomy stone green appeared in his green eyes, and the silver-white robe was hidden in the clouds again in a blink of an eye.

Compared with other stone peaks in Fuyu Mountain, the candlelight in the Changzhao Hall of Yanxi Peak is obviously much darker, time seems to be turned backwards again, and a white shadow involuntarily broke into the gate of the hall, his eyes swept across the hall fiercely, He couldn't find that familiar face, and there was a sudden panic in his ruthless expression.

He clenched his numb fingers, took a staggered step back, and seemed to have thought of something, and walked out of the palace gate anxiously, his figure hastily disappeared into the mountains and clouds.

The old place is always easy to bring back the old things. When the black branches are covered with snow pigeon-like apricots, Su Wan stands on the eaves of the wall and looks back, as if he can still see the person sitting under the tree carefully wiping his long sword.

"Will the reincarnated person still be the person from before?"

He suddenly remembered that he had asked Xue Mastiff what he had asked before by the long fence of the tall building.

"Naturally not. He is destined to die in this life, and he cannot be destined to die in the next life. In fact, sometimes I can't tell whether I want to follow him a hundred years ago or the him now? "

Thinking of this, Su Wan couldn't help but feel regretful: in the sword contest with Mo Qiuzhe, one of them had an evil heart and the other was full of anger. Who would have thought that they would fight for a long time, but in the end they had to end it sloppily.

People who enter reincarnation will appear in the world with a new appearance. If the obsession is too deep, like Xue Mastiff, he will look for the reincarnation of the fate again and again, just to see a little shadow of the previous life from him.

But after all, those people in his memory disappeared after all.

Wangchun, which was coated with a layer of cold light, swayed in the bright lights, and a white shadow appeared in front of the temple gate, and he saw the young man standing by the eaves at a glance.

It just so happened that the man was also looking back amidst the flowers, with a smile in his eyes: "Senior brother."

The chalcedony hanging beside the Yanyue crown shook slightly, Xu Qingyi stared at him for a long time with cold eyes.

Su Wan took his indifferent attitude for granted, and put his hands behind his back when he turned around: Anyway, he was indeed angry with Mo Qiuzhe back then, so he missed the chance to save him. I am afraid that I will make some sarcastic remarks to him again.

"If my three souls and seven souls were scattered back then, would you still go to the world to find the incomplete soul?"

The clear tone hits the ears, like jade beads falling to the ground.

Hearing his sudden question, Su Wan felt puzzled at first, and then fell silent.

To be honest, he didn't know him at all back then, and according to his temperament at that time, he definitely wouldn't risk himself to find a living soul for an irrelevant person.

The man in the silver and white brocade gown with heavy lozenge patterns seemed to have known the answer, and lowered his long eyelashes: "So, fortunately, You Xu died."

"?"

The meaning of Su Wan's words was not quite right. When he looked back sideways, the white shadow had landed beside him like a frightened bird, and this cold face smiled at him twistedly and treacherously: "Zhexuan, your Senior brother is me."

He narrowed his long black eyelashes, stretched out his hand and broke off the flower branch between the two of them, raised his green amber eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "He's dead, you only have me as a senior brother."

What kind of crazy is this guy smoking?

Su Wan frowned and took a step back.

Seeing him deliberately retreating, Xu Qingyi's eyes trembled slightly, and he returned to his alienated and indifferent look. His eyes were always half-closed tiredly, always looking dull.

Throwing the broken flower branch casually, he stretched out his hand towards him: "I'll only be your senior brother, okay?"

Su Wan looked at him nonchalantly, but didn't respond.

He slowly folded his five fingers together, stabbed his nails into his palm hard, and said with a gloomy face, "Don't you like me like this?"

Before he could answer, he took a step forward and brought his face closer to him: "You promised me that as long as I obediently return to Nanhua Dao as the master, you will always stay by my side."

"When do I..."

In the middle of what Su Wan blurted out, he suddenly remembered the question he asked him in Qiuling last time.

"As long as you like, you can make me whatever you want," he looked directly at him, without concealing his covetousness, "I will be the puppet head of Nanhua Dao during the day, and I will be your sacrifice at night." A furnace for cultivation, okay?"

Su Wan's mind thundered: Xu Qingyi returned to Nanhua Road because of his ambiguous words?So he's just pretending these days?

He looked at the jade seal of the head of the sect tied around his waist, and said as calmly as possible: "Senior brother, you are a person with a clear mind and a clear mind. Since you are in a high position, admired by the world, and famous, you must be clear about your nature. The journey of cultivating a high mountain and looking up to it, how can it lower one's aspirations and humiliate one's body, despise one's self, and even blaspheme one's reputation."

The emerald eyes of the person in front of him turned back to empty gray, he took off the outer layer of smoke-colored silk silk robe, stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, soft lips brushed his neck ambiguously, Finally, it stopped by the earlobe, with dark eyes: "Zhexuan, you are wrong, the one I want to blaspheme has always been you."

He didn't understand at all that to him, he was the god who was high above and out of reach, so he tried everything to get him, dirty him, fade his dazzling brilliance, and finally he could only be with him Fall into the mud so they can never be separated.

Warm breath wrapped around her ears, Su Wan frowned, and finally thought: Why did Xu Qingyi insist on letting him stay by his side?

At first he only thought that he was sick, even if he did some deviant things, it was justifiable, but what he did this time was because he thought he would stay by his side, he couldn't... Do you like him?But apart from being able to cuddle and cuddle him, this guy obviously doesn't know anything about romance.

So he didn't bother to push him away, just asked: "Senior brother, why do you want me to stay by your side?"

The person in his arms wrapped his legs around his legs with a dragon's tail, and pressed his face against his neck: "I want you."

"Want me? Am I special to you?"

"You are very kind to me, no one has ever been so kind to me."

His voice trembled slightly when he spoke, and his whole body seemed to be a thin vine that could only cling to him for survival.

Su Wan cast a spell to put away the dragon's tail for him, so as not to be seen by others, and suddenly understood in his heart: Xu Qingyi is like a drowning person, when he saw a piece of driftwood when he was suffocating, he immediately held onto it tightly, for fear of sinking again into the bottom.

Maybe he was the driftwood he grabbed after he became a dragon, so he didn't want to let go. In fact, as long as he could get rid of the pain and fear that made him almost drown, he would put down the driftwood and move on. OK.

But these things need to be understood by himself, and if he stays by his side, at most it will hinder his progress.

Feeling restless in the hands holding him, Su Wan raised her eyebrows in displeasure, and said coldly, "If you move around, stay away from me."

As soon as these words came out, the people who wanted to kiss him finally restrained themselves.

This time he didn't push him away, just let him hold her, and listened quietly to the sound of spring flowers falling with him.

_;

The sky had just turned pale, and morning stalls had already been set up in the outer city.

The steamer was steaming, and the fragrance was wafting all the way. Many people who went to the city to catch the morning market gathered around to buy some pasta to fill their empty stomachs.

Among the crowd, a black hand reached in, ignored the scalding heat, took a ball of pancakes and ran away.

"Huh? There are thieves!"

People passing by saw this scene with their sharp eyes, and quickly yelled.

Hearing the shout, several guys who were setting up the shed put down their work and chased after the shabby-clothed young man. After all, he was strong and strong, and grabbed him by the shoulder in a short while.

A golden cicada escaped from the young man's shell and passed through the bend of his arm, and then he pulled out the iron sword behind his back, and said sharply: "Go away! Otherwise, if you see blood, don't blame the sword for not having eyes!"

As soon as the long sword came out, the guys couldn't help taking a few steps back, cursing angrily: "You little bastard, how dare you steal like this!"

The young man looked sallow and emaciated, but his eyes were shining brightly. He only held on to the hilt of the sword and the pancake tightly, and stepped back with a full face of vigilance.

Seeing this, the person on the right winked at the man behind him with a slouch on his waist. He understood it, and rushed over from behind like a hungry tiger, crushing the young man, and the rest of them also rushed forward.

The person who was thrown down was angry from the heart, and the evil was born in his guts. He swung his sword vigorously and stabbed at the person on top of him. He never thought that the weight on his body would suddenly lighten. Although the long sword stabbed out, it missed nothing. When he came back to his senses, the group of people pressing him were all bounced away, and everyone was a little dazed.

"I bought this pancake."

In the morning light, someone came leisurely, wearing a brocade jacket with moonlight flowers and fringe sleeves, a silver crown and jade belt, and a lazy voice, but with a kind of calm elegance.

The leader took the money and did not forget to persuade him: "My lord, you are kind-hearted, but this little bastard has no education, so he probably won't accept your love."

Sure enough, the little guy with the sword put away his sword, turned around and left.

Seeing this, the guys couldn't help cursing a few words at him and then dispersed, while the young master at the side stepped forward and said, "I bought this pancake, but I didn't say it was for you."

The boy paused when he heard the words, but still didn't look back: "I robbed this myself, you didn't buy it."

"Really? So the one that was snatched is mine?"

He suddenly felt that his back was empty, and when he turned around, he saw that the young man was holding the long sword he had been carrying behind his back: "The blade has several cracks, the handle is rusty, and it's a piece of scrap iron."

"You said it was scrap iron, return it to me quickly!"

The boy took a step forward, his face was angry and anxious.

The man with the sword looked at him and smiled without saying a word, and weighed the sword in his hand twice before his eyes.

The young man knew that it would be impossible to just grab it, so he squeezed the cage cake in his hand, maliciously left a few more black handprints on it, and then handed the cage cake to him: "Here you are, give me the sword back."

This handsome and dignified young master didn't dislike the dirty pancakes he squeezed at all, returned his sword and took the pancakes and left.

"You really..."

The plan failed, the young man squeezed his sword tightly, swallowed, and heard a "gulu" from his stomach.

The people in front turned their heads when they heard the sound, and seeing the young man clutching his screaming stomach, he was ashamed and annoyed, raised his lips and said, "Seeing that you also use a sword, why don't you try it with me, if you can beat me with three strokes, it's time for you to beat me!" The cage cake will be given to you."

The boy is also a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. Hearing this, he didn't think too much and quickly agreed: "What you say is what you say! But if you get hurt, don't ask me to pay for the medicine!"

After the words fell, the person holding the sword was already like a swimming dragon, stabbing the young man in front of him horizontally.

The man stood still on the spot, took out a bamboo sword from nowhere as a shield, and when the two collided with each other, there was a "bang", and the man holding the iron sword was shaken back a little bit, his face was stunned, and he felt only half of it. The body is sore and numb.

He glanced at his sword in disbelief, frowned and said, "It's clear that there is something wrong with your sword!"

"Then change the sword."

The young man threw the bamboo sword to him with a smile, while he took his broken iron sword.

Taking a closer look at the bamboo sword in his hand, he didn't find anything unusual, so he concentrated all his strength on his right hand, raised the sword again and swung it at the person in front.

Seeing the green shadow slashing down through the air, the young man still stood there without moving an inch. When he pulled out his hand, a silver light flashed, and the green shadow instantly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"This……"

Regardless of the young man's stupefaction, he dropped the iron sword in his hand, lowered his head and laughed to himself: "It's really boring."

After all, I walked into the morning light again.

Looking at the broken sword on the ground, the young man suddenly understood something, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and knocked his head heavily: "I am arrogant, thinking that as long as I have a sharp weapon in my hand, I can be invincible, but I don't know the truth. Those who are capable, no matter what kind of weapon they hold, can turn nothing into something."

The person hidden in the twilight of dawn turned around: "It's not stupid."

_;

The flying bird broke through the clouds, stirred up the thick smoke, and let out an ear-piercing cry.

Bai Ying stood alone on the eaves of the wall, plain flowers reflected on his side, like patterns embroidered on his clothes, and the jade string tied around his wrist was still as cold, and the burning breath dissipated together with the warmth of last night.

Missed.

His expression was gloomy, his thin eyelashes trembled up and down, and the anxiety rising from the bottom of his heart turned into red blood streaks and continuously expanded on his eyeballs.

He promised him that he would stay by his side.

Last night seemed like a dream, except for the flower branches that were discarded on the ground, there were no other traces left.

Are you lying to him?

The cold anger in his eyes glowed with a faint light, and he stared at the layers of smoke and clouds in the mountain, as if looking for a familiar shadow.

"Master!"

The silver bell sounded from far to near, and Changshu came from the cloud with her sword, her delicate cheeks were anxious, "It can be regarded as looking for you, a while ago, people from Huanling Dao wrote a letter saying that the demon seal on their door lock suddenly appeared. The vision, so I want to borrow the evil-suppressing Tiangang stone from our sect, but the Tiangang stone does not mean that you can borrow it, so the elders are waiting for you to discuss this matter at Tangting Peak!"

The person in front of him seemed to have never heard his voice, his face was ashen, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Master!"

Changshu saw that his direction was not going to Tangting Peak, so she immediately followed.

The entire Fuyu Mountain is surrounded by clouds and smoke. From a distance, the hall with double eaves and overlapping roofs seems to be built in the clouds.

The man in flowing robes walked extremely fast among the clouds, the darkness crawled out of his body, covering his whole body, his eyes were stern, and he rushed straight to the mountain gate.

All of a sudden, sea-like water-blue true energy surged in, completely covering the front of the mountain gate, blocking the way of people coming and going.

Xu Qingyi, who was covered in black air, suddenly stopped walking, raised his gloomy eyes, and glanced solemnly at Qingxiao Lord who appeared behind him: "Where is Zhexuan?"

"At the moment of his death, you and him have had a grudge."

Qing Xiao Zunjun is majestic and majestic, and every word has the meaning of being irresistible.

"You clearly guessed that Lord Qingheng is Zhexuan, didn't you?"

His voice was hoarse, and when he spoke again, there was a sense of yin and yang, "Isn't he the most proud student of your school? Why don't you keep him, so that he can guard Nanhua Dao for you?"

Hearing this, Lord Qingxiao's expression changed slightly, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost: "You have been cured of the cold poison for a hundred years, and your cultivation is deep, and now you have ascended to a high position as you wished in the past, and enjoy the illustrious name. And why do you have to hate so hard to get rid of, you have to go out of your way to plot against the deceased!"

"Calculate?"

Xu Qingyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sneer flashed across his pale cheeks, which were fiercely exposed in the dark eyes, with bloodthirsty madness, "It turns out that you were afraid that I would hurt your precious apprentice again, so you took it." Is the head of the sect coming to prevaricate me? It's a pity, master, you made a mistake in this move!"

As soon as the words were finished, a silver-white dragon suddenly appeared in the blue water. When it showed its sharp fangs, it let out a deafening roar, and then the whole Fuyu Mountain shook slightly.

This movement naturally also attracted the disciples and elders in the Taoist sect. Seeing the fierce silver dragon suddenly appearing in front of the mountain gate, except for a few elders who knew about it and Changshu, the rest of the young Taoist priests were dumbfounded and backed away in fright. , and hurriedly took out the magic weapon on his body.

"I don't care about being in a high position and enjoying a illustrious name!"

The phantom of the silver dragon stayed in mid-air, the hair crown of the man in snow-white clothes fell to the ground, the blue hair was scattered, and the lower eyelid was outlined with a red mark by the blood color, looking extremely coquettish, his dark green eyes were cold, and a sinister smile was drawn from the corner of his lips , "I wanted to use Master to trap Zhexuan, but I didn't expect you to love him so much, and even accommodated me who became a dragon for him, Master, don't you hate beasts the most in your life?"

The author says:

感谢在2022-09-1423:40:24-2022-09-1722:50:36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 the landmine: Canghai laughs 1;

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