refuse to be a teacher

"Okay... really good!"

After stepping back from the pillow for a few steps, he clapped his hands and sighed loudly: "I think you don't care about this, and you just want to find death...how come you don't even want to go back with your apprentice's bones before you die? !"

Yan Jue said coldly: "Since we couldn't be reunited during our lifetime, what's the use of asking for a handful of his remains after death?"

Cong Zhenying squinted his eyes, deliberately lowered his voice and said: "...that's what you said."

Yan Hao didn't answer, but looked up at him indifferently.

The snow and ice all over the sky were dyed with mottled red clouds at that time.Raising a leg from the pillow, a dark crack was suddenly opened on the ground, and at this moment, the cold coffin that had been up and down between the snow and the mud for a long time, followed the sudden violent movement of the pillow, faintly A small piece of extremely familiar corners is exposed/exposed.

Xue Lanyin's coffin... was actually hidden under this snow field!

Yan Jue's eyes moved slightly, but before he could take any corresponding precautions, the black and heavy square coffin had suddenly exerted force from the pillow, and it stood upright from the ground like a huge boulder. Spinning, involuntarily smashing towards Yan Jue's direction.

All of a sudden, the clothes, ironware and other objects placed in the coffin were bumped and bumped under this unexpected turmoil. Without thinking too much, one knew that the remains of his lover, which Yan Jue had carefully sorted out earlier, were already here. One after another, they were misplaced and upside down, and there was no half of what they should have looked like.

No matter how desperate Yan Jue was, he never expected that this servant would use the hidden coffin as an attack method under his extreme anger, and then directly hit the person on the head——

There was a suspicion in his mind that it was impossible for Cong Zhen to escape too far with a large coffin alone.However, after going around in a big circle, this guy used a good method. He couldn't find a place to go, so he simply buried the coffin in the snow. Anyway, the sky is big and the road is wide, so there will be no one there. Come and dig.

That's why such a huge object fell from the sky. When Yan Jue saw the coffin crumbling, he couldn't bear the dull pain in his heart. He raised his arms subconsciously, just wanting to try his best to hold it steady.

However, with his own frail body, it was impossible for him to pick up such a heavy and heavy object. When the tentacles felt something was wrong, he only heard a muffled sound in his ears, and his whole body fell into the deep snow with the giant falling object. He was so horrified that his eyes were completely dark.

There was a sudden sharp pain in Yan Jue's chest, and he was about to get up and struggle, but suddenly felt the coffin sink suddenly, strode forward from the pillow, raised his leg and happened to crush it on the coffin lid, pursed his lips and said with a smile: " Hey, there must be a limit to death! Don’t you care? Why can’t you even walk when you see his coffin?”

Yan Jue couldn't speak, most of his body was embedded in the snow, and was pressed down by the heavy coffin from the beginning to the end, and he had gradually lost consciousness at that time.

Seeing his face pale with pain from the pillow, he was so excited and happy that he couldn't restrain himself.

——He has seen people being smashed for no reason while walking, but he has never seen such an idiot like Yan Jue, standing still and letting others smash him.

This year and a half has passed in a hurry. At that time, in Zhuxiaozhuang, the desolate and desolate figure in white clothes, holding a snowy long sword and killing all directions, even if ghosts and gods saw him on weekdays, they would silently look aside. Respect for three points.

However, at this moment, this person was lying powerlessly under his pillow, his pale face was completely integrated with the ice and snow, no matter how anyone trampled on him wantonly, his expression remained numb and indifferent.

"Speak up, Yan Hao!!"

The strength under his feet intensified a little invisible, and he showed his ferocity from the pillow, and he almost couldn't control himself and shouted at him: "What are you hiding from me, you didn't tell me... Tell me!!"

"... Tell me!!"

Yan Jue let out a muffled cough, and a strange fishy sweetness rose from his throat.

As everyone knows, what really made him feel pain was not the frequent pressure from under the pillow, but the coffin itself, the desperate heavy force that almost crushed and pierced his fragile viscera at once.

Xue Lanyin's coffin... When did it sink so much?

Yan Jue frowned slightly, only to feel that what was pressing on his body was not a coffin, but a Mount Tai.

However, he never refused to let go of the pillow, lowered his head slightly as if in a daze, reached out and clasped the edge of the coffin lid, and Youyou suppressed and forced: "Speak!"

Yan Jue was really pressed so hard by that violent and exaggerated force that he had difficulty breathing.He spoke intermittently, even at this moment, he still pretended not to know all the truth: "Say... what?"

"What do you think should be said?"

He reached out from the pillow, grabbed his skirt through the coffin, and pulled it wantonly: "When Xue Lanyin was still alive, he used a ruthless hand to let blood live on Lingtai Mountain once, and at that time Yun Zhehuan The Jielong Seal on his body also happened to be intact... Tell me, why did Wen Pianhong possess two major objects at the same time, but in the end he failed to crack the Jielong Seal, instead, he died in front of everyone?"

Yan Jue tilted his head, but still held back his words: "Obviously...you were also there."

"No... At that time, I was still in the underground blood pool. I suffered heavy injuries and failed to fully recover."

Because of the brutal bloody battle in Lingtai Mountain that day, Congzhen himself did not participate much.He was just giving Xue Lan the final fatal blow at the moment when he was seriously injured and weak.

— That's all.

"Until Shen Miaozhou's sudden death on the spot and Wen Pianhong's soul disappeared, everything that happened after that has nothing to do with me."

From the pillow, his expression twisted, and he tried his best to twist the five fingers of Yan Jue's clothes, and even turned slightly white involuntarily: "But...you know everything, Yan Jue, you know everything!! Things are up to now...everyone is dead. , what else do you have to pretend to be stupid?"

Yan Jue's eyebrows relaxed, as if he didn't care much, he said: "Why am I pretending to be stupid? Why am I pretending to be stupefied?"

"you……"

"The really stupid person..."

Yan Jue was exhausted, so he raised his palm and resolutely swung away the five fingers that were constantly exerting force from the pillow:

"Isn't it you?"

Before the words fell, there were bursts of deep and thick noises in my ears.The sharp and sharp corner of the coffin happened to be pressing on Yan Jue's chest, all of which aggravated the aggressive force.

Until then, Yan Jue, who was soaked in the snow and couldn't move, seemed to have finally realized the pain of being torn apart, his brows were furrowed, and he began to struggle weakly as if to break away.

However, at the moment when he pulled the dagger at his waist from the pillow and swung it towards him—the coffin lid shook violently, and the two looked up at the same time, only to see a scorpion protruding from the gap that was suddenly opened by the coffin. The ferocious palm covered with blood stains could block the arm holding the dagger tightly from the pillow in mid-air. The force was so strong that it almost tore apart the shoulders and arms.

Yan Jue's pupils constricted suddenly, and his heart skipped a beat.However, before he could react further, the coffin in front of him, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened wide, and a black shadow flew up from the inside instantly, just in time to dodge from the pillow back, with one hand Stretching out, straight forward, piercing the man's heaving chest without hesitation.

At that moment, maybe even Cong Pillow himself couldn't help being startled, not to mention Yan Jue who was in excruciating pain under the coffin.

Yan Jue was so frightened that his consciousness was lost, and he even thought that he was hallucinating for a while.Because he could clearly see, from the coffin... from the coffin that he had personally arranged and sealed, a figure that was all too familiar to him was gradually appearing——

Thin but tall, and under a thin shirt, the body is full of cracks and scars.

He slowly stretched out one arm, and supported himself inside the coffin with some difficulty, as if he wanted to use his strength to break free from this dark, deep and ominous place.

But he didn't succeed, because he still had another arm, which was full of strength at that time, and it was tearing the blood-soaked left heart from the pillow without moving, and it was bound to swallow him up, leaving no trace behind.

So he raised his chin, and with those scarlet but unusually bright eyes, he fixedly stared at the thin sunlight, from the astonished, unbelievable, and even panicked face on the pillow.

"You...you...didn't..."

Tremblingly stretched out a finger from the pillow, trying to aim at the ferocious face of the person in front of him like a tiger and wolf.

It's a pity that he couldn't raise his wrist, and he was already staggering, shaking, and falling backwards uncontrollably as the gap in his chest continued to burst.

His own flesh and blood body, which was still boiling, was torn apart with his bare hands by his blood-connected fellow clansman—this was the first time he had experienced the feeling of severe pain.

From the pillow, he tried his best to open his eyes to the widest part, and the confusion and panic in that inch of gaze was finally replaced by an unusually calm mood.

"I've said so much, Cong Zhen...haven't you understood the meaning behind those words?"

Because Xue Lan was supporting the edge of the coffin lid with one hand, she suddenly jumped down to the ground, stretched out her big hand, and gently placed it on the back of the trembling Yan Hai's head, and then carefully carried him out from under the snow, holding him tightly. Holding it tightly in his arms, it was as if he had finally found the long-lost treasure.

It wasn't until the two touched each other, and the warmth from the man's arms passed over to Yan Jue's cold and stiff body, that he tried his best to regain his senses in the blur, and met Xue Lanyin's dark and burning eyes.

He suspected that he was dreaming again.The Xue Lanyin in front of me is not significantly different from the one she met in the dream.

He was covered in scars, and some of the torn places hadn't healed completely. Looking closely, one could even clearly see the eerie white bones.

Therefore, the him in front of him is more like an illusion that has been split and torn countless times, and then put back together again.

Yan Jue stared at him blankly, his eyes lost all strength.Xue Lanyin didn't care so much, and with a big hand, she completely protected the person in her arms, not giving him the slightest chance to escape.

The two raised their heads at the same time, Yan Jue was looking at Xue Lanyin, but Xue Lanyin looked sideways slightly, and turned to the side pillow who was almost kneeling on the ground.

The vitality of the living sword clansmen is really tenacious to the extreme.It is impossible for ordinary people to survive until now when their hearts are completely pierced.

And this guy from the pillow is also very tight, he seems to have countless breaths left, for the dragon robbery seal that he has been thinking about in his heart, and for those knots in his heart that he has not yet unraveled.

"Do you really know... how to undo the Jielong Seal?"

Xue Lan paused every word, in order to let him hear clearly, she deliberately lowered her voice, and said very slowly: "I remember you once said that the mother-child Gu must be in harmony with each other. .”

From the back of the pillow chest, there are countless bright red blood stains.The live blood gushed out from the wound, and soon burned the thick outer layer of robe into pieces of dust.

"I did say it." He did not deny it, and was even proud of it, "A living sword clansman who inherits all the blood of his ancestors will always depend on the existence of Zi Gu, and live and die together."

"Yes, that's right, you are a real living sword clansman." Xue Lanyin said, "You have subgu and live blood...but you don't lack everything left by your ancestors."

His eyes moved from the pillow, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to express.

But because Xue Lan hated his appearance too much, she raised her arm and drew back her blood-stained palm from his heart. The astonishingly scalding high temperature of the live blood splashed all over the ground instantly and melted the ice and snow.

"But I'm different from you." Xue Lanyin said in a deep voice, "As early as 17 years ago, when I died at the bottom of Xixin Valley, there was no child Gu in my body."

Cong Zhen's eyes widened impressively, but soon, he deliberately closed his eyes again.

"How is it possible." He smiled meaninglessly, "You..."

"It is impossible for the flesh and blood recreated by the soul-sending curse to be the same as the original body of the living sword clansman."

Because Xue Lan was expressionless, she interrupted him with a blank voice: "The child Gu that has been parasitic in my flesh and blood for a hundred years was destroyed along with it when it was completely torn apart by the Li Guidao."

——This time, Cong Zhen was really a little stunned.

He still stood still in place, the scarlet slit half a palm wide on his chest was expanding and expanding with the boiling blood, as if it was going to penetrate all the way to the depths of the bone marrow.

"You have to solve the final mystery of Jielong Seal by sacrificing your fellow clansmen." Xue Lan stepped forward, motionless, and said, "Have you ever thought about it carefully? Yes, the only living sword clansman——is you.

"Only you... not me. From the pillow, do you understand? Do you understand?"

"No... not..."

He shook his head vigorously from the pillow, straightened his waist as Xue Lanyin kept approaching, and then stepped back step by step, until he reached the cold and dry tree roots in the snow, he finally raised his head and faced Xue Lanyin's face Eyes, to make sure it wasn't some out-of-the-ordinary nightmare.

"You said you were going to kill me." Xue Lan stretched out her hand again, forcefully twisting the jaw that was struggling from the pillow, "You're going to kill everyone, to die for what you wanted but couldn't get .”

"Then why...don't you try to kill yourself?"

"Kill yourself, maybe the Jielong Seal will be unlocked!"

"Why don't you try?—try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fragile human bones in his palm were already faintly making crisp sounds.

Driven by the severe pain, the man's face was distorted, and even a hideous wound on his chest that was bleeding profusely was pushing him fiercely into the abyss of boundless despair.

This pair of living sword clansmen, who once fought to the death, are well aware of each other's weaknesses and shortcomings.

Congzhen once used the ferocity and violence of Huoxue itself to mercilessly tear and kill Xue Lanyin.

But this time, Xue Lanyin directly penetrated the heart of Congzhen the moment she opened her eyes.

Such a fatal blow is the best weapon to destroy the source of existence for any living being that relies on the heartbeat to sustain everything.

At that time, the slave pillow probably used the last sliver of willpower in his body to suddenly open his palm, as if grasping an invisible straw in the darkness, and ruthlessly grabbed Xue Lanyin's wrist.

The boiling blood ignited each other's skins, burning away a scorched and ferocious mark in an instant.

"What do you... know? You don't know anything!"

Finally stood up from the pillow, opened and closed his lips that were gushing blood, facing Xue Lanyin head-on, and then said with contempt and contempt: "You... a person who has died once before, and has no memory at all. , I don’t have any impression of the various deeds that happened in the clan in the past... "

"What right do you have...to accuse me?"

Because Xue Lan didn't speak, she held Yan Jue firmly in her arms with one free hand, took advantage of the situation and led him back a little, deliberately keeping a distance from the pillow.

"The Living Sword tribe was once prosperous and powerful... Once it was destroyed and turned into ashes, all the clansmen scattered and fled, and were brutally murdered to death by various forces inside and outside the Middle Earth... Xue Lanyin, we... originally had a hometown!"

Grief is revealed from the eyes of the pillow, whether it is the pain of the wound, or the inevitable pain and depression——his voice is low and hoarse, with infinite hot blood flowing in his throat, but he still insists on holding Xue Lanyin's hand Wrist, the words are heavy and authentic:

"The child-mother Gu that has been handed down to this day has never been a fierce weapon that everyone in the world covets... It should have been the cohesion of the living sword tribe's rebirth!!"

"But Xue Lanyin, you forgot everything, Xue Lanyin... Xue Erjin! You forgot everything!!"

"A mere soul banning technique has made you so mad that you have forgotten all about this genocide hatred!!"

"I didn't forget!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout exploded in my ears.Yan Jue raised his head suddenly, and saw Xue Lan's eyes were red, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably: "Those things that shouldn't be forgotten, I never tried to forget them!"

From the canthus of the pillow, as if he swung his palm recklessly, the moment he wanted to slap Xue Lanyin, he quickly dodged, hugged Yan Jue tightly and turned around, which was not far away. Settle down and stand firmly on the coffin.

From the beginning to the end, Xue Lan had a self-evident distance from the pillow.

It seems that there is not only a distance of a few feet between them, but a deep gap that neither of them can cross.

"Congzhen, the living sword clan has long since ceased to exist." Xue Lan stretched out her arms to hold Yan Jue tightly, but her eyes were cold and unfamiliar, "I am not homeless, nor am I desperate ...It is necessary to fight with the same clan to change the abject fate of the extermination of the clan."

"I have my master." He lowered his voice, looked at the bewildered man in his arms, and suddenly felt satisfied, comforted, and unbelievably warm.

So he increased his voice, and said to Congzhen again: "I have my master, this... is enough."

Xue Lanyin still remembers—when they were in the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory, when all of them went down into the tunnel with paper lamps, they said to him expectantly from the pillow, that maybe the real work of the living sword indicated by the Jielong Seal , you can find the original hometown of the living sword tribe.

There, everyone lives next to each other, away from all disputes and troubles, and no longer feels panic and pain for any fighting.

——But how can everything be so perfect without any defects?

The existence of the living sword clan is undoubtedly a huge threat that cannot be ignored for any major forces inside and outside China.

The scattered and scarce number of people is the root cause of the genocide.

But when Xue Lanyin looked into the burning eyes of his pillow again, he suddenly understood—it turned out that such a person, from beginning to end, was running an unattainable dream by himself.

He was calculating carefully and exhausting all the troubles, just to use that small and insignificant Jielong Seal to awaken the dead souls of the entire tribe.

"You think there is a master...that's enough..."

I laughed from the pillow, I don't know if it was because of the sarcasm from the heart, or because of the pitiful sadness: "But what I want is a home... what I want is the family that should belong to me! You didn't find it at all. Returning to these, what is the difference between that and having nothing?"

He opened his lips forcefully, and even his voice was inevitably tainted with a trace of blood.And when he spoke up, trying to condemn Xue Lanyin's indifference and ignorance, the fellow who was a few feet away on the opposite side spoke first for no reason:

"...You have a family, you have a pillow. You should have...a family."

He suddenly raised his eyes from the pillow, and the cold light did not diminish at all.

Xue Lan stared at him, and said slowly: "Yun Zhehuan...she has always treated you as a family member. Including old patriarch Yun...and even everyone in the Baiwu clan, they have never treated you with affection because of you. The origin is special... there have been more than half of the changes."

At that moment, the face that had always been calm and unhurried was finally completely shattered in a seemingly meaningless sentence, and there was no room for redemption.

Then, with one hand propped on the ground, he said to Xue Lanyin word by word in that almost hoarse voice: "I, no, need, need!"

After the words were finished, the embarrassed man who was covered in dampness and blood, so that he was burned and corroded and couldn't get out, jumped up, and smashed at him without any scruples with that violent Wanjun fist. Because of Xue Lan's indifferent face——

At that time, there was no doubt that he hated it.hate everything.

I hate this injustice, wantonly depriving the living sword people of their right to live in the world.

Those who hated his fellow clan were indifferent and ruthless, and forgot all the bitterness and shame left in the past.

At the same time, he also hated himself, the brute force fist that he subconsciously raised at the end - it was still taught by the elders of the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory back then, and every move was exactly the same as when he was a beginner .

Some inherent things must be unforgettable, but it is not necessarily hate.

It's just that hatred and attachment are all over the eyes, and in these long and lonely years, the knife-like heart has been sharpened more and more.

Cong Zhen's punch was swung out suddenly, and since then he has lost the way to stop or regret again.

Because at that same time, the snow-like long sword Ya Ling in the coffin was ready to strike, and the moment he got close to him——

It rose and fell, and a clanging roar pierced the sky.

Afterwards, blood splattered in all directions, the snow and ice melted in the sky, and a scarlet head with wide-open eyes fell to the ground, rolling silently along the steep black slope under the coffin lid.