refuse to be a teacher

Congzhen was born with a pair of falcon-like eyes, which are aggressive, and there seems to be endless complicated thoughts hidden in them.

Xue Lan couldn't understand such a person.Including Yan Jue, who has been puzzled and puzzled many times because of the plain eyes that seem to have nothing to ask for.

Yun Zhehuan once said that Congzhen is the adopted son of the middle and high-level elders of the Baiwu tribe, and he grew up with her in the northern region.As for the specific origin, no one has mentioned it, and no one knows.

Thought his identity was as insignificant as his existence, until now in retrospect, they knew almost nothing about Congzhen's past.

"who are you?"

Xue Lanyin asked again: "If you are really just an ordinary Baiwu tribe, it is impossible for you to know so deeply about the past of the living sword tribe."

"Is this very important?" Cong Zhen asked back, "Right now we are standing on the same front and doing what we have to do. Isn't that the primary difficulty that we should overcome together?"

"Who the hell is fighting with you?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of a sharp weapon, and the long sword was unsheathed, and it went straight to the throat that was constantly trembling due to excessive excitement.

"If you fabricate too many lies, you will no longer be trusted. From the pillow." Xue Lanyin paused every word, and said between her teeth, "You are here today, you must tell everything clearly...or you will never Don't talk, just keep your mouth shut!"

The aura around him was so quiet that the moment Xue Lan showed his Ya Ling sword, immediately aroused slightly wary looks from the helpers and merchants who passed by in twos and threes.

It's not easy to get into the black market. They neither talk about business nor do business. Instead, they argue loudly here without any scruples, which quickly makes the cautious businessmen around them feel dissatisfied.

Congzhen is a person who is good at observing words and emotions.From the moment his legs stepped behind the stone wall, he never thought that Xue Lanyin would give such a fierce reaction.

The current situation is obviously not right, fearing that other people will be hostile to him, he lowered his voice and said to Xue Lanyin: "Brother Lanyin, if you have something to say... don't draw your sword here."

"Then go out first."

Because Xue Lan turned around and retracted the sword, it was very neat.He didn't want to stay in this place for a long time, the atmosphere was so depressing that it had reached an unbearable level.

Walking quickly through the stone wall, the howling north wind at night is like a sharp knife cutting, and immediately brushes the side of the person.The gray snow accumulated during the day has condensed into frost on the road surface, and there is a rustling sound when stepped on.

Because Xue Lan was walking in the direction she had come back from, her steps were fast and hurried, almost as if she was running away in a hurry.

Cong Zhen was still following him not far away, like a haunting nightmare.

It's just that Xue Lan didn't rush to answer because she didn't ask questions.He buried all the secrets in his heart, which was full of dirty and unknown things, no one could pry into them clearly, and in the end, probably only he knew.

Xue Lan actually didn't have that much patience to pester him.It was extremely urgent for him to leave alone, because he lost trust in his concubine, and their situation would become embarrassing and dangerous.

Yan Jue and Cheng Bi were still in the inn.Xue Lan thought that Congzhen is a blunt knife that can hardly distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Instead of repeatedly guessing his unknown identity, it is better to think of a way in advance and take some precautions against him.

Xue Lan walked through the snow fields alone.The way back to the inn was already very cold, but his heart was very warm.

Hot to manic, hot to restless, hot to scorching heart.

"You don't realize the seriousness of the problem, Brother Lan Yin." Cong reminded from the comfort of his sleep, "We can take advantage of the momentum, push the boat along the way, and sneak up to Lingtai Mountain by borrowing the carriage that goes back and forth."

"Now go to Lingtai Mountain?"

At that time, Xue Lan had just arrived in front of the inn, because Xue Lan looked back at him suddenly, her expression was extremely patient: "My master is still ill, you want me to leave him here alone?"

Cong Zhenliang said: "Your master may not need you to follow all the time."

——His words made the point.

Because Xue Lan froze all over, suddenly seemed to think of something, suddenly quickened her steps, and walked towards the inn gate almost without any scruples.

Step over the threshold along the way, and immediately rush to the narrow and steep wooden long ladder behind.Because of the urgency of the fire, Xue Lan pushed the door all the way open, looked up and looked in, and her expression changed instantly.

The room was already a complete mess, where could we find the figures of Yan Jue and Cheng Bi?

The four gray walls were covered with reddish-brown blood stains, and there were two muscular strange men lying among them.

A person on the ground was wounded in the abdomen, and the glaring incision pierced through the whole body. The blood had already drained, and the condensation gathered on the edge of the wall.And the other person, bent over and wrapped himself in the middle of the quilt, was twitching all over at that time, struggling weakly.

With just such a hasty look, a thin string in Xue Lan's heart snapped completely in vain.

At that time, Cong Pillow just opened the door and followed him, but before he could say a word, a cold and sharp sword wind hit his face, accompanied by a strong smell in the room, directly hitting the person's neck and killing him.

From the moment he couldn't react in time, even though he had stepped back a few steps, Xue Lan's Yaling long sword swung horizontally from inside was still pressing forward, cutting the thin and fragile area around his neck without hesitation. skin.

Warm blood flowed down from the wound one by one.

From the sharp pain in the pillow and throat, the sword light around him was pushed back nearly ten feet in an instant, and hit the hard stone wall behind him with a bang.Afterwards, Xue Lan strode forward due to opening the door, twisted the blood-soaked lapel from the pillow, and shouted hoarsely: "Shameless thief... I knew you were worried and kind!"

The pupils shrank from the pillow, and a mouthful of dirty blood gushed out from the corner of the mouth, but seeing Xue Lan's gloomy complexion, the silver-white sword blade in his hand couldn't help but slash a long light downward again, breathing suddenly from the pillow, and hurriedly lifted Putting his hand on his wrist, he shuddered and said, "You...you misunderstood! It wasn't me! I didn't do it..."

"Besides you... who else!"

Because of her scarlet eyes, Xue Lan suddenly stretched out her legs, kicking her knees that were trembling from the pillow.Unexpectedly, this fellow was quick to move, he could barely dodge towards the door, and immediately rushed out across the threshold.

Because of Xue Lan's sword attack again, she was blocked by a slash from the pillow, and instead she used the dagger at her waist to block it - all of a sudden, the sword and the tip of the blade sparked brightly.

This person has been practicing for a long time, and has always been the best at blocking with a knife. However, Xue Lan is not used to fighting people with a long sword because of his unfamiliar skills. Potential.

Unfortunately, from the beginning of the pillow, he wanted to dodge with all his heart, but he attacked slowly. As time passed, his hand strength became stronger and stronger. The gate of life.

Seeing this at first sight, Xue Lan's eyes became darker and more sinister.At this moment, his heart was full of panic and anxiety of losing his master, his eyes were suddenly covered by a surge of hatred, and under the extreme anger, he had already forgotten all the things that Yan Jue had told him in every possible way.

The only thought now is to kill the shameless culprit in front of him with his own hands.

Shred him.

let him die.

—and watched him die.

The never-ending instructions of a ferocious beast instantly entangled and occupied Xue Lan's chaotic brain, which had almost lost his mind.

After hundreds of years of perseverance and waiting, every time he turned around, the people around him silently moved away from him.

Until the end, he was destined to be alone, leaving nothing behind.

The point of Ya Ling's sword moved forward fiercely, piercing half of his wrist which was always full of scars.

The blood vessel burst, followed by the long-lost sharp blood blade with a hot red edge.

This is him, Xue Lanyin, as a member of the Living Sword Clan... his innate strength.

It was also Yan Jue whose eyes were red again and again, trying to prevent him from taking the last step towards the abyss.

Now that Yan Jue is nowhere to be found, there is no one in this world who can shake Xue Lanyin's bloodthirsty heart that hates to the extreme.

The blood blade swung out in an instant, and the boiling hot liquid immediately splashed out into a bright scarlet flower stamen.

It seems to be blooming, but it intends to destroy.

The scalding hot blood spread outwards, and quickly burned Xue Lan's unsuspecting half of the palm to red, swollen and festered.And at the same time, what was eroded and devoured at the same time was the face in front of him that suddenly went from being horrified to terrified.

After nearly 17 years, Xue Lan lost a long memory because of forgetting and pain.

But that blood blade exists in the body from beginning to end, the most primitive, the most vivid, a cruel blade with self-awareness.

At that time, he opened his eyes with great effort from the pillow, as if he didn't believe that Xue Lanyin would use the blood that had been hidden in his body for a long time without thinking at such a time.

I really underestimated Xue Lanyin's almost crazy stubbornness towards Yan Jue.As a result, he was still in a daze and couldn't extricate himself from it. He had been slammed out by the blood blade swung at will, shattered the door, and fell all the way to the creaking and shaking stairs outside the room, making a dull and muffled sound.

With a low cough from the pillow, the thick navy blue gauze on the chest instantly pierced a long sharp scar, and the rough skin inside was stained with live blood spattered by the edge of the blade, followed by a trembling sound of exhausted flesh.

He tried his best to hold on to the wall and stood up straight. When he raised his head slightly, he met Xue Lanyin's empty and absent-minded eyes.

Pain, darkness, despair, and endless violence and plunder.

From the pale face of the pillow, tightly covering the ferocious wound that spread outwards on the chest, at this moment, I only feel that the internal organs are tightly twisted, and they are almost burnt into a mess by the boiling sharp living blood.

"Brother Lan Yin, you...you calm down, calm down."

Breathing and trembling from the pillow, he kept shrinking back and dodging: "Mr. Yan is not in my hands...it is impossible to be in my hands."

He paused hard, pointed at the blood-stained room just now, and said word by word, especially cautiously: "There is a living person there, you...you can ask him, instead of standing here and talking to me." Crazy... how about, cough... ask Mr. Yan's real whereabouts."