refuse to be a teacher

Yan Jue shook his head, trying to say something bad.But it was too late.

——Wen Pianhong's attack is fierce, and he recruits people's vital points, and Xue Lan's hasty defeat is only foreseeable sooner or later.

Can't come back from the pillow, but Yun Zhehuan... is half insane and half insane at the moment, being imprisoned by illusion frequently, as if he has lost his sanity.

If Xue Lanyin were to fall into Wen Pianhong's hands, the consequences would be disastrous.

Yan Jue closed his eyes, gently grabbed the corner of Xue Lanyin's thin and soft clothes, and said hoarsely: "Let me drag him, you find a way to go first, and then go to a safe place..."

"do not want!"

While rebuffing with a condensed voice, Li Gui Dao Ying moved forward again and slashed down impressively!

The vigor in Wen Pianhong's wrists surged like a tide, and he was in an indomitable momentum. He was about to brush off Xue Lanyin's unsuspecting side neck. His eyes hurt, and when he raised his head again, he saw Xue Lan bent slightly because of his slender knuckles, aiming down at the tip of Ya Ling's sword almost without thinking, and slashed hard!

Yan Jue's eyelashes trembled violently, and he stopped immediately: "Xue Xiaomao, stop!"

But it was too late.

This time, even Wen Pianhong, who was quick and vigorous with the saber, couldn't help being stunned, his dark eyes seemed to be ignited for no reason, and a lot of weird and strange colors immediately overflowed.

The scarlet blood is like thousands of boiling insects and ants, pouring out uncontrollably from the center of the suddenly severed wound——

But after a while, the sound of the sword shook wildly like a whistle, and the sharp edge of the sharp blade instantly burst into continuous sharp wailing!

Xue Lan firmly grasped the hilt of Ya Ling's sword with one hand, and with the other hand subconsciously pushed Yan into his arms for protection.

Then, pursing her thin lips tightly, she turned her wrist vigorously again, and the three-foot cold sword cut through the fallen leaves all over the sky.

That sword, for Xue Lanyin himself, only used half of his strength.It's just that once the sharp weapon is stained with blood, it will no longer be suppressed and controlled by anyone. Even Wen Pianhong, who has always been strategizing, can't cope with it. In addition to being excited and surprised, he was shocked by the strong sword energy coming to his face, and was forced to Withdrew a few feet back.

It can be heard that Pianhong didn't care much at all.He was still holding Biguang's cold Liguidao firmly in his palm, and his unknown gaze was directly on Xue Lanyin's cheek, as if he was surprised, but also mocking.

He smiled coldly, and said: "...the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, it's not good."

Xue Lanyin said: "It's a matter of life and death, it's all about fighting hard."

After speaking, the bloody knuckles silently moved closer to the fiercely trembling silver-white blade of Ya Lingjian, allowing the icy sword light to flow continuously from the gap between the fingers, around the wrist, all the way to the mid-air, lingering for a long time .

People of the Living Sword Clan are born with burning flesh and blood, and they are the superior thing for casting iron and melting swords. Its effect is remarkable, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary sharp weapons.

Wen Pianhong turned his eyes, looked at Xue Lanyin calmly, and then glanced at Yan Hao who was always anxious behind him.After a long time, he still calmly sneered and said, "It's a matter of life and death—Xue Erjin, I'm afraid you've lived too long, and you've already forgotten all about the tragedy of your death..."

Xue Lan raised his hand and raised his sword, without changing his face, he said: "The past is over, I didn't intend to remember it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wen Pianhong to make any reply.The blood-stained blade was as fast as a gust of wind, although it was chaotic, it was poured with Wanjun's strength and swung out.

It was clearly a cold sword covered with ice, but now it was studded with blood, but it was as hot as a long-burning fire.

Such a sword, if pushed out completely, is definitely enough to kill people.

But Wen Pianhong stood there expressionless, his expression remained gloomy, and his eyes were as gloomy and gloomy as before.

But at the moment when the Ya Ling sword was about to penetrate his entire chest, he lifted his lips and said to Xue Lanyin word by word in that hoarse and piercing voice:

"You don't intend to remember, but... I can help you."

Yan Jue's complexion changed suddenly, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold Xue Lanyin's shoulder, and shouted sharply: "Come back, don't go there!"

Xue Lan raised her jaw because of the sound, but unfortunately, she was facing Wen Pianhong's bottomless eyes.

At the same time, cascading cold wind whizzed by my ears.There was an unidentified deep human voice, from the deepest part of his eardrum, issued a long and low ending sound——

"Xue Erjin."

"Xue Erjin."

"...Xue Erjin!"

"Xue Erjin, do you really think that every letter you have received in Xixin Valley over the years is from the same person?"

"Let me tell you... why are you acting like a fool, you trapped yourself in Xixin Valley for four years in a flash... Do you know that the person you have been waiting for since the moment you first entered the valley, Has he passed away already?"

"madness."

"ridiculous."

"Deserved!"

Who……?

who is it?

For the first four years, why was I willing to stay in the valley and give up all opportunities to fly away?

Because Xue Lan was trembling all over, the long sword that was about to be swung dropped from her hand and fell to the ground with a bang, and the frightening cold spread across the ground instantly.

Yan Jue's breathing was stagnant, and he immediately went to support his arm: "Xue Xiaomao, leave him alone! Don't pay attention to him, don't listen to anything, don't think about anything..."

However, before he finished speaking, Xue Lan had already bent over and knelt down in front of him in unbearable pain.

"Xue Xiaomao!"

Xue Lan's face was completely distorted, and there was an overwhelming buzzing sound in her head.Large tracts of strange or familiar memories, followed by Wen Pianhong's deep and bottomless eyes, fall into continuous whirlpools.

what is...

What on earth has he forgotten...?

Can't remember, can't remember at all!

Xue Lan clenched her teeth so hard that she almost lost her mind, and frantically reached out and twisted the dead grass beneath her body.

The blood-stained palm passed through the mountain of residual branches, and was cut to pieces by the sharp tail in a short while.The hot blood snaked down along the delicate lines of the skin, and after a while, the muddy ground was scorched black.

Yan Jue realized in an instant that it was the soul-absorbing technique commonly used by Zhu Fengmen, which controlled people's consciousness in a short period of time. Although the maintenance effect may not be long, it must be enough to captivate the mind.And because Xue Lan has completely taken advantage of this kid, he is still unable to judge the extent of the deliberate suppression imposed by the spell on him.

Yan Jue's throat was dry, and for the first time in his life, he hated himself for being so useless.But the only thing he can do right now is to spread his arms, hold Xue Lanyin in his arms, and give him a weak support.

There is no stalemate of internal strength, no cultivation support.He, Yan Jue, is now a useless person.Watching helplessly as his beloved apprentice collapsed in front of him, he could no longer summon any life-protecting barrier to shield him from the wind and rain as usual.

It's just that under the flood of old memories, Xue Lan's eyes were slightly closed, her thin lips were still shivering uncontrollably, half of her side cheek was pressed against Yan Jue's cold chest, and she didn't even get a sliver of warmth.

His mind was in chaos, fragments of fragmented fragments infiltrated many unknown pasts, which flashed through his eyes one by one like electricity, but he was crushed to pieces by a traitor 16 years ago. The relevant memories were completely forgotten with me, and there were no traces left.

Even so, all kinds of noisy human voices were still twisted in his heart, and the chaos was out of control.

Yan Jue shouted in his ear over and over again: "Xue Xiaomao, wake up, open your eyes! Wake up!"

There was also a young master who was full of disdain, and said every word of his heart: "In my eyes, only animals-will willingly let themselves be locked in a cage and enjoy the peaceful life that they have spent a lifetime in exchange for freedom."

But at this time, Wen Pianhong's ridicule is also like a shadow:

"...Stupid, ridiculous, deserve it!"

"Like a fool."

In the end, there was a delicate human voice that had never been heard before, passing through the thousands of sharp cold winds beside him, gently and gently grazing down his cold and sweaty ears.

"I'm on this road, waiting for you to come back."

……Await your return.

He said, wait for you to come back.

However, when Xue Lan turned around and tried to search for it, there was no one waiting on every road ahead.

Such a broken figure that was completely forgotten in the corner, in Xue Lanyin's current consciousness, there was not even the slightest basic prototype left.

--Can not remember.

Can't remember anything.

Because Xue Lan was still dripping ferocious blood from her fingers, she lowered her head and buried her face in Yan Jue's snow-white and soft skirt, as if she was trying to escape from something, but also as if she was trying to grasp something.

But he couldn't catch it, and let it fall into emptiness, but the bloody memory behind him rushed forward, still stubbornly chasing him.

Yan Jue hugged him, feeling at a loss for a moment.The apprentice in his arms was covered in cold sweat, and his hot skin was twitching and convulsing lifelessly through a thin layer of light shirt.

What did he remember?

Yan Jue couldn't figure it out because he didn't know it.According to his understanding of Xue Lanyin in the past sixteen or seventeen years, there are some deeper things that the apprentice has deliberately concealed from him since the moment he was apprenticed in Xixin Valley.

"Xue Xiaomao, wake up...wake up, okay?"

Yan Jue's voice was difficult, helpless and panicked.He wanted to roll up the corner of his robe, stretch out his palm, swing his sword like rain like in the past, and kill all obstacles in front of him neatly.

Blaming him for his incompetence, he lost his life in the end, and fell into the abyss with the person he wanted to protect.

Yan Jue took a deep breath, and then wanted to say something in Xue Lanyin's ear.However, when he raised his head again, he heard Pianhong chuckle from the side of the two of them, full of sarcasm and contempt, raised his voice and said leisurely: "Xue Erjin, Xue Erjin, you really are living an easy life It’s been so long that I forgot how I suffered in the first place.”

He pulled away the piercing voice from his throat, and then continued: "...It's okay, if you can't remember, I did this good deed, and if I give you a hand, master and apprentice, I'll be right Do good deeds and accumulate virtue.”

words fall——

His arm was raised high in response to the sound, and when the green stone knife firmly held in his palm was silently thrown to the ground, a long, dull and oppressive shadow was wantonly drawn away.

Immediately afterwards, he turned forward and passed the projection of the paper lamp, and a faint halo was scattered.

Straight down, fierce and decisive, without any hesitation.

Yan Jue's pupils shrank, and he bowed his waist like a conditioned reflex, trying to protect Xue Lanyin in his thin arms, so as to protect him from the aura of the saber.

However, at this critical moment, the man in his arms seemed to suddenly have self-awareness, he opened his arms almost violently, pushed Yan Jue back with his backhand, and embraced his warm and powerful chest recklessly. .

"Xue Xiaomao, don't—"

There was a snarl out of tune, accompanied by the shocking tremor of the Li Ghost Saber slashing down.

Under the faint light of the paper lamp, the scarlet liquid crazily splashed and spread out, leaving mottled scars on the dead branches, on the hilt of the sword, and on the body of the knife one by one.

After that, it turned into a ferocious beast capable of corroding all things, soaked and spread, step by step, as if to eat up this endless night, leaving nothing behind.