refuse to be a teacher

The winding underground space under the Xixin Valley in the former God Realm was a rare place in the world to get rid of demons and meditate. It was destroyed in ruins 16 years ago, and now, only a pile of broken and shapeless ruins remain.

Because Xue Lan walked all the way with Yan Yao on her back, there was no light to guide her during the journey, which made it extremely difficult every time she moved forward.But at this time, the blood all over his body was forcibly suppressed by Yan Huai's spell. Half of his meridians were subjected to endless coldness, while the other half felt like being burned by a raging fire. For a while, he was fighting with each other in his body, as if to tear him in half alive.

This feeling is not good, and Yan Jue naturally sees it.

Several times, he couldn't help saying to Xue Lanyin: "You let me down, I don't want you to carry it."

Xue Lanyin first said: "This section of the road is not easy to walk. I will let you down after passing through this crack in the rock." However, after walking for a while, she suddenly changed her words: "This downhill road is easy to slippery. Your leg is broken. You must There is no way to go." In the end, he simply gave up his face, and directly negotiated the conditions with Yan Hua: "How about this, when you stop being angry with me, I will definitely let you down."

Yan Jue: "..."

Xue Lan blinked her eyes and said innocently: "I'm feeling uncomfortable, Master, don't you think about calming down, do you feel sorry for me?"

Yan Jue turned his head to the side, and said coldly and decisively: "You should carry it on your back, don't let it go." After a pause, he added in a cool voice, "That's it, don't let go for the rest of your life."

When Xue Lan heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes with laughter.

"Okay, I won't let go if the master says not to loosen it." He said, "It's a deal, I'll recite it for the rest of my life, don't go back on my word."

Yan Jue: "You..."

"Hey——Master, look!" Xue Lan suddenly changed the subject, raised her hand to caress the uneven stone wall on her upper body, and said, "What are some things carved here?"

Yan Jue's words were stuffed into his chest, and he held it back for a long time before he asked him patiently, "...what is it?"

Xue Lan grabbed his hand, and gently pressed it between the densely packed ravines on the stone wall, rubbing up and down: "You can feel it yourself."

Yan Jue was obviously taken aback, and then, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly retracted his knuckles into his sleeves, saying inexplicably, "There's no light here, it all depends on the feel of your hand, what kind of tricks can you feel?"

Because Xue Lan was silent for a while, she suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Where we settled down earlier, there are many walls full of characters like this. Brother Cong first told me that it was the ancient characters of the Baiwu nationality... Then , Gu Hebai came out to explain, saying that those characters were not patented by the Baiwu tribe, but belonged to another tribe from a longer period."

He speaks very clearly, and the key words are also verbatim.

The Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory is a branch of an ancient tribe—including the Jielong Seal, which suddenly appeared in front of people, is an unsolved mystery left by this tribe.

Yan Jue quickly understood the meaning of Xue Lan's words, so he narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "...How much did Gu Hebai tell you?"

Xue Lan said because of sincerity: "He basically told you what you didn't tell me before."

Yan deceived: "Then you believe everything?"

Xue Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "...um."

Yan Jue leaned back on his shoulder, sighed, and soon stopped talking.

Xue Lan just thought that he was angry again, so she shrugged her shoulders lightly, tried every means to coax him to open the mouth and said: "Whether those things are true or not, I have never tried to verify them. Anyway, I know so much, in the end, no Are you still standing here?"

Yan Jue was disturbed by him, and finally raised his head, pinched the wound on his hot and cold arm and said, "Okay? Xue Xiaomao, tell me, what kind of class are you?"

Because Xue Lan's whole body was twisted tightly by this blow, she raised her head to the sky and howled miserably, and even let go of her hand strength, and accidentally threw Yan Jue back on the gravel ground with a muffled sound, as if her bones were shattered. To split into countless petals.Before Yan Jue himself could cry out in pain, Xue Lanyin "hissed" several times for him in advance, bent down hurriedly, held his elbow and said repeatedly: "Master, you... oh, what are you doing again? Why bother? Did the fall hurt? It probably hurts, right?"

Yan Jue couldn't speak, frowning, his whole body was sore as if he had lost all strength.After a long time, Fang sat up with the support of Xue Lanyin, raised his knuckles, gathered his internal energy and pointed at the bottom of the depression on the stone wall, and stroked lightly, only to see a cold light suddenly glowing in the large swath of darkness in front of him. , after a while, the characters on one side were illuminated slightly, and the original shape could be vaguely detected.

Because Xue Lan only found it novel, she couldn't bear to step forward and ask: "What are you doing, master? It's just a waste of internal energy, won't you be tired?"

Yan Jue ignored him first, and waited until a series of characters on the wall became more and more clearly visible, then slowly supported the edge of the stone wall and raised his arm, pointing at one of the extremely weird and twisted words: "...Xinxin Valley God Realm was destroyed Before, it was once used by people to suppress the restless demons in their hearts, so most of the people who have stayed here for many years are those who are extremely evil and want to do good."

Yan Jue's voice was very low, probably due to lack of strength, every time he uttered a word, his complexion turned pale for no reason.Fearing that he would be exhausted, Xue Lan stretched out her hands to support him firmly, put her arms around her shoulders, and said cautiously, "Why did Master destroy Xixin Valley in the first place? Because of hatred?...or because of something else?"

Yan Jue glanced at him indifferently, and said noncommittally: "I went to Xixin Valley at the beginning because I was chased and killed by people from the master's school all the way. On the way, Mo Fuqiu wanted to meddle in his own business, and came in to interfere, and finally forced me to fall. At the bottom of the valley, I tried to use the power of God's Domain to destroy my acupuncture points and meridians."

Xue Lan's expression became tense, and she said, "Later, what about later?"

Yan cheated: "At that time, I was severely injured, and my internal strength was incompatible with the energy around Xixin Valley. For a long time, I suffered backlash. As a result, my eyes were unable to see, and my legs and feet were also inflexible. The only thing I could do every day was Only by groping to understand the various stone walls at the bottom of the valley.”

Xue Lan thought in his heart that most of the gossip rumors told by the waiters earlier were true. When it comes to understanding his master, he is not as good as an outsider who eats tea and listens to opera.

I felt ashamed for a moment, but I heard Yan deceived and said: "There was a book earlier, dating back to a more distant period, there was an ancient tribe whose physique was extremely special, from the outside to the flesh and blood, and from the inside to the soul, they were all perfect for forging weapons." A good choice. Therefore, throughout the ages, all those who are good at war have hunted down and slaughtered people of the same family who have such blood. Over time, there are very few survivors in the family, and most of them fled in all directions and went to various places to hide their names. die abroad."

After hearing this, Xue Lan couldn't help but condense her face and said: "What Master said... I'm afraid it is the living sword clan."

Yan Jue shook his head, and vetoed lightly: "The name of living sword is a common name given to them by people in the Jianghu later. If you want to talk about its real family name, you still have to find the answer from the ancient characters recorded on the stone wall—just These characters have been handed down to this day, but no one has been able to decipher them completely, and the names of the Living Sword Clan have become a habit, so few people have studied their real names."

Xue Lan pondered for a while with downcast eyes, and then said: "According to what Gu Hebai said before, the authenticity of the living sword can only be found by cracking the Jielong seal. But you said just now that the living sword clan has long been scattered all over the place, and the survivors are more There are very few left... So in the final analysis, where are we going to find this so-called 'authentic work'?"

Yan Jue said indifferently: "I have never had any experience in deciphering the Jielong Seal. I only briefly came into contact with the ancient characters inscribed on the stone wall during the period of time when I was trapped at the bottom of the valley. I can’t say for sure, but so far, the special person I have met related to this has always been you alone.”

Xue Lanyin was very calm.In other words, he has long been used to the recent ups and downs and all kinds of incidents. He would have been surprised and frightened when he heard it, but now he is left with countless indulgence and numbness.

"Master, you have known this for a long time." Xue Lan said, "But you never said a word in front of me."

Yan Jue looked at him deeply for a long time, then turned his eyes sideways again, and said in a dull voice: "I'm confessing this to you now, so there's nothing I can do? If possible, I hope I can never tell you about it. "

Xue Lan was stunned, so she couldn't help leaning forward and asking repeatedly: "Why? Master, you and I have been mentoring for 16 years, isn't it enough for me to know everything about you?"

"It's not about me, it's about yourself." Yan Jue sat up straight suddenly, raised his hand and squeezed Xue Lanyin's chin tightly, seemingly distressed, and said helplessly, "I'll just ask you, after you have suffered The knife wound, when there is a wound, can you control the monster-like living blood on your body?"

Xue Lanyin said honestly: "I can't... I can't suppress it at all."

Not to mention strong suppression, he can't even control those terrifying things that kill people. If he is not careful, he will be forced to a dead end by his own blood, and finally he is dying of horror and at a loss.

"Over the past hundred years, most people with the same characteristics as you have suffered the tragic fate of being brutally dismembered to death. To outsiders, the living sword is just a tool for casting weapons. It is a fierce and sharp weapon that cannot be controlled." Yan bullied, "Now that you know how special your blood is, what are you going to do? Bloodletting self/mutilation? Or offering your limbs and head to others? Do it A real 'living sword'?"

Xue Lan was a little dazed by the question.

It is impossible to voluntarily hand over the body to others to hack.But when it comes to bloodletting and self-mutilation, Yan Jue really expected it.

"I never planned to throw myself into the arms of others, let alone send myself to be slaughtered." He said, "Even if you told me earlier, Master, I would never do anything against you .I will listen to you for everything...I will listen to everything. As long as you don't hide it from me."

Yan Juding stared at him, not long before he suddenly laughed again.His smile was bitter, as if he was hiding many unspeakable hurts.But the way he smiles is really good-looking, with a slight ray of light ignited by his inner strength, it can illuminate that knife-sharp side face as softly as snow.

"You...what are you laughing at?" Xue Lan was a little stunned.If he hadn't seen the bitterness and depression in Yan Jue's eyes, he might have mistakenly thought that Yan Jue was mocking his promise.

And in fact it is not.

"I don't need you to listen to me." Yan Jue supported Xue Lanyin's shoulders and stood up slowly, raised his hand slightly, tapped on a line of characters in the depression on the stone wall, and moved down along the way, "You carefully Looking at these ancient characters... most of what it depicts and records is the real experience of the ancients burning, killing and looting with the blood of the living sword." He didn't look at Xue Lanyin, but tried his best to hold the tiny gap between the upper and lower characters, with a cold expression on his face. Liang Rubing said: "Little Spear, death is not scary. The most terrifying thing is watching yourself keep losing, but you are still powerless."

Intuition told Xue Lanyin that there must be some unspeakable secrets hidden in Yan Jue's heart.

So he lowered his eyes to think for a while, finally raised his head, stared back at Yan Hao and said: "Master..."

Yan Yao stopped and looked at him indifferently.

"Master, tell me." Xue Lan said, "Both Mo Fuqiu and Gu Hebai once said that you sacrificed your life to save my life. Then the 'death' and loss you mentioned just now have nothing to do with me. Is there a certain connection?"

After saying that, without waiting for Yan Jue to respond, Xue Lanyin bent forward again, looked directly at him with burning eyes and said, "I was seriously injured in an accident once, but I don't have any memory of it, right? "

——Sure enough, Yan Jue stopped talking again.

He seemed to have hidden a treasure in his heart, and he would be in a hurry with anyone who touched it.

Because Xue Lan had nothing to do with him, she could only half squat down in a good voice, lowered her head and coaxed him softly: "Master, tell me."

Yan Jue pursed his lips tightly, didn't look at him again, and didn't seem to intend to say anything.

Xue Lan exhaled, and continued: "Tell me, Master. How did you pick me up? What happened before that?"

He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, and he dragged it out until today, but he was a little unspeakably anxious and uneasy.

He originally thought that he had lived for 16 years, and he was just an ordinary person who had never experienced anything in the world. Now that he has ventured out for a while, he realizes that 16 years before he was born, he left behind a strange memory that belongs to him alone.

"Master, who is Erjin?" Xue Lanyin leaned over and approached Yan Juliang's icy cold face meticulously, Youyou said persistently, "Don't say anything else, tell me this at least—you say 'Lanyin' is the name my ancestor gave me, and Xiaomao is my old-fashioned and ugly name... What is Naerjin? Is it the name I used before?"

There was a long silence.

Yan Jue's eyes, which had always been deliberately dodging, finally showed a slight undetectable looseness.

"The name Xue Erjin is..."

As soon as the words came out, Yan Jue's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly exerted force to drag Xue Lanyin behind him, then withdrew his hand and waved away his internal energy, and in a moment, he erected a barrier of true energy several feet high in the air ——

But in the blink of an eye, three blunt bangs of weapons exploded in his ears. Xue Lan was about to raise her head in surprise, but was pushed down by Yan Jue with one hand. The gravel and gravel that came from the surprise hit the ground, and instantly turned into a piece of fine dust that blended with the darkness.

"—Oh, oh, look, which big Buddha did I accidentally invite here?"

Between the dark rock cracks above her head, the woman's soft and crisp mocking voice continued, "Yan Jue, Yan Jue, should I say that the two of you are deeply in love with each other? Or are you extremely stupid?"