refuse to be a teacher

The bloodline of the ancient living sword has continued for a hundred years and has gradually divided into two completely different extremes.

A class of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, are willing to be the heirs of others, and only want to save the chance to save their lives in the end.

One type is fierce, aggressive, violent, and almost uses the blood of the whole body to fight with ease, overcoming thorns and thorns along the way, and there is no way out.

"If you dare, you will kill; if you dare not, you will live."

If you dare, you will kill, if you dare, you will live.

To be reckless is death, to stand back is to live.

Unfortunately, he, Xue Erjin, has always put life and death at the bottom of the list.

What no one can easily trample and crush is his self-esteem held high above him.

The wrist was cut, and the boiling blood instantly formed a hot and fierce blood blade from his palm.While waving away, the scarlet liquid with strong corrosive effect was poured out, splashing the uneven bluestone steps all over the ground, hissing and piercing, all of which made people feel frightened.

The blood blade swept out, almost brushing the half-rolled long sleeves of his thin shirt almost in the instant Mo Fuqiu failed to react.

The self-awareness of the blade is fierce and tough, and because of its natural blood-eating nature, when it touches the human skin, it tries its best to bury it deeply.Even though Mo Fuqiu deliberately turned sideways to give in to him afterwards, the blood blade inevitably moved forward swiftly, cutting across his left arm resolutely, a long scar was torn open along with the flesh, and the breath of rotting flesh wafted to him instantly. The air above the entire hall is salty and scorching, stinging and hideous.

The next moment, everyone in the audience couldn't help being horrified on the spot, they drew their swords out, and all pointed at Xue Erjin's wicked and perverse face at that time.

"Bold and monstrous, this is the gathering place of all sects in the Southern Region, when will you allow such a mess!"

"...a beast that doesn't know what is good or bad! How did Sect Leader Mo treat you in the past, you actually repay him like this!"

"It is said that the people of the Living Sword Clan are bloodthirsty and warlike. Looking at it now, it is true..."

But seeing the uproar of the crowd, Mo Fuqiu waved his sleeves, unsheathed his long sword, and a sharp clang flashed across his ears, and then flew upwards with vigor like the wind, just in time to meet the shapeless body The boiling hot blood blades clashed against each other, and while the two were rubbing and confronting each other, the live blood was unrestrained, and soon meandering and blending into the inner end of the long sword, forming a tendency of engulfing and corroding.

Xue Erjin raised his eyebrows, and fierceness like a knife edge appeared in his eyes: "...Livestock? I would like to see how many of you, a group of righteous and respectable families, have a pure mind and no delusions!"

Mo Fuqiu's face suddenly changed, and the long sword in his hand also became stronger invisible, and he was close to the surging edge of the blood blade: "Xue Erjin, don't play around! Everyone here is a hundred years old with the Lingtai One Sword Sect For a distinguished guest you have made friends with, if you make such a fuss, what will happen afterwards?"

"late."

His hand was covered with blood, and it quickly condensed into an indestructible rolling edge from his palm.

Everyone turned pale with panic, but no one dared to take a step forward to meet the ferocious and frightening blood blade head-on without authorization.

Mo Fuqiu swung his wrist, and immediately urged the incantation, and at the same time that he was about to summon a barrier of true energy to resist the blood blade, a slender black shadow descended from the sky behind him, before the barrier formed from the mid-air, stretched his arm Swinging out, the strong and powerful palm wind carried endless deep strength, and without any explanation, he met the brutal blood blade in Xue Erjin's hand that looked like a roaring beast——

As soon as this move came out, it seemed that a thunderbolt exploded in the middle of the crowd.

Everyone woke up and looked back, but they saw a tall man with a black veil standing outside the long steps of the backlit hall. Although he had no sword or weapon at that time, he still straightened his back and stepped forward without hesitation. Stepped out, stood in front of Mo Fuqiu, and became the No.1 who stood up to protect him.

At that time, Xue Erjin didn't remember his name, but at the moment when he suddenly noticed the aura around him, he seemed to be in a daze.

——A pair of eyes under the black veil are bottomless, like a cold pool that can't be explored to the end.

In fact, with the meager skills that person had at that time, it was not enough to suppress the huge power brought by the blood blade outbreak.

But unexpectedly, he silently turned his waist, bent his knuckles at a subtle angle that almost no one could notice, and gently tapped Xue Erjin's palm holding the blood blade.

Afterwards, the aura plummeted, exerting strength in vain, and under the circumstances that no one expected, it shook Xue Erjin, who was rushing forward, a few feet away——

No one saw his movements clearly at that moment, but when he raised his eyes again and cast his gaze at the black figure standing alone, he had already put his palms back together and retreated to Mo Fuqiu's side without changing his expression. With a low and deep voice, he called him: "...Brother".

Mo Fuqiu shook his head at him and said: "It's nothing, don't be rash."

But Xue Erjin was forced to put down the offensive, and the blood blade in his hand dissipated at the sound, turning into a gurgle of blood and soaking his arms red.He raised his jaw and looked at the blurred face under the black veil with extremely complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

A group of people in the hall waited, holding sharp swords, and at the moment he withdrew the blood blade, they all stepped forward one after another, bringing countless bright sword lights to his neck without a doubt.

Mo Fuqiu stretched out his hand to push away the dark crowd, and was still watching him intently. Although his injured left arm was still dripping with bright red blood, his eyes were always calm, neither sad nor happy.

He said: "Xue Erjin, when I saved your life, I didn't want you to pay it back today... It's just that the situation is urgent now, and there are some things that I have to wrong you to do your part. I know you are naturally arrogant, Don't allow others to trample on it at will—then this time, let me beg you, please do me a favor, okay?"

It has to be said that Mo Fuqiu is a very good talker.No matter how much hatred, after he opened his mouth, anyone who listened to it would only think that he was suffering in his heart and it was difficult to make a choice, and all the unreasonable things afterwards became excusable.

Xue Erjin doesn't like his tricks, let alone take his kindness.Therefore, what kind of attitude he had at the beginning, when facing him now, he is still so contemptuous and contemptuous, and it is true: "Master Mo said it very nicely...since he didn't intend to take my life, so now that the chaos in the outside world is unstoppable. What have you got to do with me?"

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help but angrily said: "The chaos is caused by you, how could it have nothing to do with you!"

Xue Erjin said: "In this way, killing me will pay for my life, so why put on a show here!"

"you……"

"Okay!" Mo Fuqiu stopped in a cold voice, "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient... This Mr. Xue is from a foreign clan, so his temper is unavoidable, so it's easy to discuss everything, so don't hurt your temper."

The crowd sighed several times, they all looked at Mo Fuqiu at the same time and said: "Evil things are evil things after all, Sect Leader Mo, why bother with him so much!"

Mo Fuqiu waved his hands, his eyes were indifferent but peaceful.

Tell him to be unkind and plunder wantonly, after all, it is out of character.If possible, he hopes to take the initiative to persuade Xue Erjin to let him soften his attitude willingly and voluntarily donate his blood so as to meet the needs of the outside world.

However, in the current situation, it is obvious that Xue Erjin has deep resentment in his heart, and it is common sense that he refuses to be slaughtered by others, but if he really wants to wait until the last step, the Lingtai One Sword Sect will have to send him out to quell the chaos. I'm afraid...it's also a helpless truth.

Mo Fuqiu couldn't speak for a while, and lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the long brown wound left by the blood blade on his left arm.Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in his ear, and it was the black-clothed man who had just stepped forward to protect him, stepping forward step by step, step by step to Xue Erjin's side, he raised his eyes and said word by word: "Senior brother, I see that Mr. Xue and I... have a good relationship. Why don't you give me a little time and let me talk to him alone. Maybe I can find a way—enough to persuade him to help us busy."

Xue Erjin squinted her eyes, and met him for a brief moment in mid-air.But soon, he moved away again—because in the depths of the empty eyes of the man in black, nothing could be seen at all.

The long-term memories of 16 years ago, or even 20 years ago, are actually very fragmented and incomplete in Xue Erjin's mind.But some of the key nodes were like a rusty and green file, ruthlessly but firmly piercing into the depths of his fragile heart, leaving a large number of sharp and painful traces.

The picture turned sharply, and it was still the rough and long bluestone steps outside the palace, but there were few people around and it was quiet, only the man in black was leaning alone inside the tall reddish-brown colonnade, squinting, He stared into Xue Erjin's eyes without saying a word.

At the same time, Xue Erjin also looked up at him lightly.

After a while of silence, Xue Erjin slightly bent his fingers, slowly took out an object from his sleeve, spread it out and placed it in the center of his palm, facing him, with an expressionless face, but it was better than thousands of words.

That was when the two of them were fighting just now, the man in black put all his strength to point his finger, pretending to protect Mo Fuqiu, but in fact, without anyone noticing, he stuffed such a thing from Xue Erjin's hand quietly. A small object that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

With five fingers close together, between the interlaced scars of old wounds on the palm, lies a gilt square ring with a special pattern.

The fine Chinese characters and the ancient characters of the Living Sword Clan are intertwined, almost inseparable from each other.

Without too much scrutiny, Xue Erjin can easily recognize a line of small characters engraved on the surface of the square ring with just the most basic slight touch——

"Gu Hebai".

——That is a taboo name exclusively for elder brothers.

Gu follows his mother's surname, as the so-called white crane in the cloud cannot be caught by the net of sparrows.

Due to the closeness and acquaintance between the brothers on weekdays, Xue Erjin seldom calls his elder brother "Gu Hebai".As time passed, it seemed that he gradually forgot what his original name should be.

But that gold-plated square ring is a must-have personal item for every living sword clansman.If the situation is not urgent, it is absolutely impossible for it to appear in the hands of others.

Impossible.

"Tell me..."

Xue Erjin twisted his wrist slightly, and slowly tightened the ring in his palm.A pair of dark and gloomy eyes directly met the man's empty and meaningless gaze, and said from between his teeth word by word: "Where is he...?"