The elder brother of the Patriarch of the Demon Dao killed me to prove the Tao

Three months have passed, "Ying'er, what do you think this is?" Jia Xichen took out a long brocade box from Qiankun's sleeve and put it lightly on the table, "Open it up and have a look, I have put a lot of effort into it." , I asked my elder brother and mentor Shengxiu Jun to help build it."

Huaying opened the box, and there lay a cold long knife inside. A little cold light condensed on the edge of the knife as if it was flowing continuously, adding to the sharp coolness.This is undoubtedly a very high quality knife.

Huaying held the newly cast long knife, saw that there was no engraving on the scabbard, and wondered: "Why doesn't this knife have a name?"

Jia Xichen looked at her dotingly, and said: "I gave the knife as a gift, and you will get the name. Just think about it slowly. When you think about it, it won't be too late to engrave it on it."

"Okay." Huaying's eyes were completely attracted by the long knife, and she liked it very much when she looked left and right, "Brother Xichen, I won't accompany you to be scolded today, I will try the knife at home, hehe."

Jia Xichen shook his head helplessly, "Okay, then don't just indulge in fun, remember to eat and drink less."

"Okay, okay, go quickly. Don't delay the time, come back early." The girl agreed, and pushed the nagging man out of the door. This brother Xichen is getting more and more nagging now, and he looks like he can't take care of himself ?

Inside the Izumo Palace, "Nizi, kneel down!" Emperor Izumo's face was particularly ugly today, and when he looked around, not only his mother was present, but also his elder brother's mentor, Shengxiu Jun, Jia Xichen had a bad feeling in his heart .

Emperor Izumo looked as if he had aged ten years, "Do you know who killed your elder brother?"

"A native of Wuyong." The father asked what he was doing.

"more specific."

"The Wen family."

"More specific!"

"I don't know."

"Hahaha, it's great, it's great. My son is being manipulated in the hands of others, and it's ridiculous that he doesn't know it!" Izumo Dijun couldn't stop laughing wildly, but his face was bitter.

"Then do you know, who is the woman you said you liked?"

"Huaying." Jia Xichen's heart was beating wildly, why did the father bring up Ying'er at this time.

"more specific."

"A native of Wuyong."

"Be more specific!"

"Wen family, Ke Qing..." Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, the Wen family is so powerful, and there are more than a few thousand people working under their hands, how can they doubt Ying'er based on this alone.

"Is there anything more specific?" Izumo Dijun squeezed out the words from between his teeth, bloodshot eyes.

"No...no, there must be something wrong..."

"There is no misunderstanding! Cough cough... This demon girl is the executioner who killed your elder brother! Cough cough cough..." Izumo Emperor interrupted Jia Xichen, and said hoarsely.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body!" The Empress hurriedly stepped forward to support the Izumo Emperor.

"Father!"

"Go away! You rebellious son!" Izumo Emperor kicked Jia Xichen away, raised his fingers tremblingly and said, "You are ignorant and incompetent, and your elder brother is exhausted, and now you are still confused by the witch who killed your elder brother. I want to marry a spy into my Izumo imperial family. You... you... ahem... are you going to let your elder brother die with regret?!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! There is no evidence, why do you say it is a shadow, why don't you believe me, you insist on listening to slander!" Jia Xichen's eyes were terribly red, and he broke down and shouted emotionally.

Lord Shengxiu took a step forward, bowed and said, "If Your Highness the Second Highness doesn't believe me, I'll send someone up. Take Aye."

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were red and his cheeks were bulging. It was Aye, the boy who escaped by gathering firewood by His Highness' side that day.

He was not afraid of Jia Xichen's eyes that seemed to be eating people, he bravely met his gaze, gritted his teeth and said: "I see it for real, the woman in red who came with the Second Highness the day before yesterday is the murderer of His Highness! Even if she turns into ashes, I know her too!"

"You, what evidence do you have!" Jia Xichen stared at him, trying to see a sign of lying from his face and eyes.

Aye looked straight at Jia Xichen with open eyes, "His Royal Highness's head was beheaded by her, and this is the proof! His Highness treats me with great kindness, and I will never admit the wrong person who hurt him!"

Jia Xichen rushed over and grabbed his neckline, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "Don't you want to grab it at will, everyone in the palace knows that my elder brother was beheaded and died, what kind of evidence is this?"

Aye frowned and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up, "Yes! Two-handed sword! That demon girl disguised herself as a blind sneak attack, and her two-handed sword was very good. One sword was engraved with the word "Spring", and the other sword was engraved with the word "Wan."

Hearing this, Jia Xichen's pupils contracted violently, his hands loosened, he retreated three steps in a row, swayed a few times, and finally lost his grip and collapsed on the ground.

Previously, Huaying was raised in Wen's family as a high-level assassin, and almost no one knew her.But Huaying did not take the pair of two-handed swords with her when she left Wen's house.

There are not many people in this world who know how to use two-handed swords. If they want to frame someone indiscriminately, they will never use two-handed swords.

Now Aye not only knows that she can use two-handed swords, but also pointed out the Spring Festival Gala. He must have seen her before she left Wen's house.

The way Aye could see her, apart from the time his brother was killed...he really couldn't think of any other way...

That's right, when I first met her, it was not long after my brother was killed.She is covered in blood and wounds, and now she thinks she has just finished her mission...

The elder brother's bones are still cold, but he and the culprit... It's been a long time ago...

Jia Xichen didn't dare to recall how much of the blood on her body at that time came from his elder brother...

Jia Xichen struggled to stand up and wanted to beg his father to forgive her, begged her father to spare her life, finally got up, his figure was a little shaky, before taking two steps, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, his throat was sweet, what's the matter Things crawled down the corner of his mouth, and spots of vermilion fell on the floor, like blossoming plum blossoms...

Jia Xichen has been gone for three days, Huaying thought, probably the emperor and empress detained him again, so he has not returned for a long time.

He is the crown prince of the Izumo Kingdom right now, so he is not worried about what they will really do to him, at most he will learn to approve some memorials, or he will be scolded again.It's not easy for her to make trouble every day, so she has the right to wait with peace of mind.

It began to rain heavily outside the window, did brother Xichen bring an umbrella?If he came back today, it would be great if he got wet.

She walked to the front of the house, watched the rain drop by drop on the ground, and hoped that Jia Xichen would appear from the rain curtain.

Through the thick rain curtain, you can see the rolling mountains, green and green, wet by the rain, as if they are thicker.

Layers of thunder rolled over the other side of the mountain, and the dark clouds churned, which was frightening.

Huaying held on to the door frame, frowned, and was hesitating whether to open an umbrella to find him, when there was a sound of footsteps in the rain.

Crashing, the sound of pouring rain on the oil-paper umbrella was getting closer.

A long white figure protruded from the thick rain curtain, and the rainwater rolling down from the edge of the umbrella formed beads and kept sliding down.

Huaying looked along the handle of the green bamboo umbrella and saw a hand holding the umbrella.

The hand holding the handle of the umbrella is white and slender. It may be because the grip is a little hard, or it may be because the rainy day is cold, and the knuckles are white and blue.

The wet and cold water vapor smudged the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jia Xichen's jade-like face seemed to be a bit frosty.

When Huaying saw him, she immediately let go of her heart, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, and a smile appeared on her cheeks: "Brother Xichen, you are back. Come in and change your wet clothes."

Jia Xichen nodded lightly, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he closed them.Go under the eaves, put away the umbrella, and carefully stand upside down by the door shaft.

Huaying took his arm and let him enter the room cleanly, and fearing that he would catch a cold, she reached out to help him untie the already wet robe, but she didn't expect to be held down by another cold hand.

Huaying shivered from the cold of this hand, and she saw a pair of dark eyes along the hand, which were bottomless, and the ancient well had no waves.

Brother Xichen today is a little... strange...

Huaying was puzzled and said, "My brother's hands are so cold today, what's wrong?"

Jia Xichen shook his head, turned his eyes and slowly looked at the furnishings in the room.

It was exactly the same as when he left three days ago: the walls were covered with all kinds of paintings he drew for her, pink peonies were inserted in the white porcelain vases, and the tooth-white jacquard brocade quilts were neatly folded, Two simple and elegant blue and white porcelain pillows were still close together, the color of the gauze was also his favorite white, and there were two jars of unsealed glutinous rice wine on the table, the fragrance of the wine infiltrated into his breath faintly.

"Ying'er." Jia Xichen pulled Huaying and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces and stuff her into his body.

It was still the same gentle voice, but with a strange hoarseness.

Huaying thought that he was drenched by the rain and caught a cold, and her heart ached so badly: "Brother Xichen, you can see that your voice is hoarse. It rained so hard, you don't need to rush back. The days will be long and there is no rush to get back." At this moment..."

Having said that, Huaying felt sweet in her heart, and the smile on her face deepened as she spoke.

Jia Xichen was wearing a wet and cold robe, just looking at her quietly, his eyes were full of her, she was tender and tender like a bird, she was mischievous and heartless, she was frivolous and glamorous, There is a girl who can always warm his heart when she smiles...

At the same time, the cold voice of Lord Shengxiu kept echoing in my mind: Now that the mountains and rivers are broken, the country will be destroyed, and your father and king are in poor health, do you still want to play around like before?

In the past, you didn't want to practice with me, and your elder brother let you mess around. Now you can see how terrible it is to be in a high position despite your own lack of strength.

Your eldest brother is a leader among men, with a high level of cultivation, but he cannot escape this calamity.

If in the future, you are plotted against because of your lack of strength, what should you do?

Your personal life and death are not important, but do you know what kind of civil strife will be caused if the royal family has no heir?

Not only will you implicate the entire Izumo royal family, but you will even implicate the entire country to be buried with you! !

The reason why cultivating the Tao is difficult is that human beings are mortal bodies, eat whole grains and miscellaneous grains, and feel the seven emotions and six desires; while there is no emotion, one maintains the law of heaven and eliminates human desires; if one is not disturbed by pornography, one can quickly attain the Tao without distracting thoughts.

Cut off the thread of love, cut off the root of love.

Regardless of whether this woman prevents you from cultivating the Tao, your parents will definitely not tolerate her just because of her hatred for killing your brother. Even if you don't do anything, there will still be others!

Or do you really want to see your country and die like a bird?

The subjugation of the country is like a Hong...

Just five words, but each word pierced blood in his heart.

He finally realized that his eldest brother's death was real, and the burden he was about to take over was also real. If he made a wrong step, he was going to... ruin the country...

Jia Xichen raised his hand, stroking Huaying's warm and soft cheek with his cold hand, and said softly: "With you here, I will come after all."

In the past, Jia Xichen's hand was also cold, but it was warm, and every time she held it, it made her feel very comfortable.

However, today's hand was so cold that Huaying shivered a bit. She stretched out her warm palm to cover Jia Xichen's hand, but found that the hand was so cold that she couldn't even cover it.

Huaying frowned in a rare way, surrounded Jia Xichen, tried to pass on her own body temperature, and sighed: "You are too cold, I'm afraid you're going to catch the wind."

From entering the room till now, Jia Xichen only smiled slightly and said, "No problem."

Huaying helped him sit down, and went into the kitchen to make ginger tea for him.

He reached out and took off the saber from his waist, and pulled it out lightly, inch by inch, the cold light burst out, and the faint sound of the sword, accompanied by the sound of thunder and rain outside the window, was a bit suffocating.

"It's a beautiful sword. If there is spiritual power flowing on it, it will amaze everyone." After Huaying brewed ginger tea, she took out a jade bowl, poured tea into it, and praised it with a smile.

"Here, brother Xichen, I know you have a bland taste and don't like spicy food. I put brown sugar and roses in it for seasoning, so it doesn't taste too strong." Huaying held the jade bowl in both hands, tilted her head and chuckled, and lifted the tea bowl to Jia Xichen. .

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong——

A burst of severe pain hit, and the posture of serving tea was still maintained in the hand...

She looked down and saw the beautiful sword that she had praised just now, pierced her left chest, the same place where she was pierced last time, but this time it was right in the heart.

Huaying looked along the sharp blade, and saw a hand holding the sword.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword is white and slender. It may be because the grip is a little hard, or it may be because of the rainy and cold weather, the knuckles are white and blue.

This is Jia Xichen's hand, the hand holding a flower, the hand holding an umbrella, the hand holding a sword...

Jia Xichen held the sword in his hand, and the beautiful tip of the sword had already sunk into Huaying's chest. Blood stains covered the blade along the sharp blade, and then dripped on the ground, like plum blossoms blooming.

"There will be spiritual power on it." Jia Xichen said softly, his originally pale face was a little blood-colored by the brightness of the sword.

Huaying's hand softened, the hot tea was scattered everywhere, the jade bowl fell to the ground and fell apart, the jade was shattered!

Jia Xichen's dark eyes were downcast, no expression could be seen on his face, and he said word by word: "The bitter couple in the world is the closest relative."

【"My name is Huaying, my name is Yaoyao, I am from Wuyong Kingdom"】

"If there is reincarnation, three realms and six realms."

【"The little girl was rescued by the heroes, but there was nothing she could do to repay her"】

"You just come and demand my life."

【"Written in the book, the good-looking hero will be promised with his body"】

As he spoke, he slowly drew back the sword, and some fragments kept flashing in his mind, making him dizzy and almost unable to stand up.

A flower of blood bloomed on Huaying's left chest, but fortunately she was dressed in red, but it was not very visible.

She tried her best to open her mouth, wanting to answer "yes", but the mouth full of sweetness rushed into her throat, directly drowning her vague answer.

Huaying supported the table with her right hand to prevent herself from falling down, her left hand was covering the wound on her chest, there was blood gushing from between her fingers, her eyes were full of tears, she wanted to ask him why...

Why exactly...

Huaying's lips were parted, but she couldn't utter a single syllable. A large stream of blood was pouring out of her mouth, and her once-moving phoenix eyes were full of doubts.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, she no longer felt pain in her chest, her brain felt blank and powerless, her arm supporting the table softened, and she fell straight down like a puppet with its strings broken.

A desperate thought flashed across: she would be like a discarded doll, slapped to the ground, dusty, broken, and forgotten.

In the final vague perception, she seemed to have landed in a cold and soft place...