refuse to be a teacher

Yun Zhehuan was still praising the handsome man, but now he suddenly shouted, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly let out a bewildered "ah?"

This girl from the Baiwu nationality has a relaxed temperament, and her voice is twice as loud as that of ordinary people.

Other things didn't alarm them, but for no reason the people around them cast strange and curious gazes at the two of them.Even the handsome man who was drinking tea quietly in a wooden wheelchair couldn't help raising his head, looking at Xue Lanyin's slightly dodgy eyes.

For a short period of time, Xue Lan felt an unspeakable chill emanating from all parts of her body.But when he raised his head to meet those black eyes, the blood circulating in his body seemed to be ignited by a raging fire, burning his limbs and bones with sharp pain.

The pain was so clear.

He frowned, only to feel that a ferocious sharp knife was buried in his heart, and at this moment, he was being mercilessly sliced ​​open from the inside to the outside, and gradually disintegrated into fragments separated from his flesh and blood.

Yun Zhehuan at the side immediately noticed something was wrong, hurriedly dragged his injured leg forward to gently support him and said, "Mr. Xue, are you... all right? But what's wrong with your body?"

Xue Lanyin shook her head, grabbed her wrist and subconsciously stepped back a few steps.At this moment, the man in the wheelchair had put the tea aside, turned around and slowly moved towards the two of them.

He raised his eyes, his dark pupils were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

That voice was clearly as gentle as a spring breeze, but in Xue Lanyin's ears, it turned into a piercing poisonous needle.

"Young master, please stay."

Because Xue Lan didn't stop walking, she even tended to speed up gradually.

The man was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

When he raised his hand, the porcelain tea bowl on the table was suddenly thrown into the air, turned and spun for a moment, and then went up against the wind, approaching the back of Xue Lanyin's head.

Fortunately, although Xue Lan was slightly uncomfortable, she did not lose her ability to defend against the outside world.Hearing the sound behind his ears suddenly, he raised his arm subconsciously to block it——

Unexpectedly, the moment the tea bowl touched his palm, it trembled slightly, and exploded with a loud bang!

But in the blink of an eye, the broken porcelain pieces flew out with a rushing air current, instantly cutting countless slender wounds on the delicate skin of Xue Lanyin's palm.

"Mr. Xue!" Yun Zhehuan turned pale with shock, and hastily pulled out a long silver knife for self-defense from his waist, and was about to defend it with his hand, but Xue Lan clasped it because of the hot palm, tightly Pressing against her wrist, it seemed like she had fallen down a whole mountain.

The force is so strong that it can almost crush everything.

His whole arm was trembling slightly.

The scarlet blood slid drop by drop along the gap between the five fingers and onto the blade of the dagger, wantonly arousing a series of uncontrollable tremors.

Yun Zhehuan could clearly feel the huge changes that had taken place in that long silver knife in a short period of time.As if resonating sharply with the blood flowing in Xue Lan's hands, it gradually began to control its own emotions, wandering repeatedly on the edge of pain and hesitation, and screamed almost desperately.

——That kind of hysterical struggle and jumping, in Xue Lanyin's view, is exactly the same as the reaction of Ya Lingjian in Zhuxiao Zhuang that day.

He originally thought that only the legendary fierce sword would have such a violent and crazy reaction, but now it seems that the real problem is actually in his own blood.

He would never have any unreasonable doubts about himself, until Yan Jue's deep and unclear eyes flashed across his overheated mind, and then he vaguely remembered that perhaps from the beginning, Master had been in many He kept things a secret from him.

But he didn't have time to explore any truth, the vicious saber energy in Yun Zhehuan's hand seemed to have lost all control, and with its unstoppable force, it slashed at the tables, chairs and crowd scattered around.

That frenzied and distorted energy, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, quickly shook countless innocent people who were eating tea and chatting inside and outside the thatched shed to stand up one after another, and ran away in panic in different directions——

"Help, someone is fighting and making trouble!"

"Run, run, don't force yourself to join in the fun!"

Among the hurried and chaotic figures, only the couple sat by the door as if nothing had happened, unaffected at all.

The woman lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.And the man in the wooden wheelchair slightly opened his lips, and when he looked at Xue Lanyin again, the thorough chill in his eyes had obviously passed over his head:

"Erjin, you... are still alive."

He said, Erjin, you are indeed still alive.

Er Jin.

Er Jin.

Erjin is...who?

At that moment, Xue Lan felt that her internal organs were being crazily eroded by a brute force.He was a little dazed, but more, it was panic and helplessness that rushed to his face.

He raised his eyes with difficulty, trying to see the man's increasingly blurred face, but he didn't expect the man to smile at him bleakly. He lifted it up, pointed at the long knife that was rampaging around due to out of control, and shouted sharply: "Back!"

Before the words fell, the surrounding air flow suddenly reversed.The soaring light of the knife is like a rapidly falling star, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, another overwhelming force suddenly appeared, and with its surging vigor, it smashed the silver long knife It was rolled up, placed horizontally in mid-air and rotated for a moment, and unexpectedly pointed the tip of the knife at Xue Lanyin's chest.

Yun Zhehuan who was standing next to him suddenly realized that the momentum was wrong, but he couldn't move half a minute because of his ankle injury, so he had to shout at Xue Lanyin in a hurry: "Young Master Xue, be careful!"

However, because Xue Lan was in a trance as if he had lost his soul, he just stood there alone, without even raising his eyelids.

Yun Zhehuan's good voice was almost hoarse, and he was about to pounce on him indiscriminately and grab him for his life. At this moment, a silver-white sword light galloped over his head, and the energy flowing around him suddenly followed. Condensed and formed, she couldn't see what kind of changes happened around her, and a long sword with a cold blade fell down in front of her, smashing the neat and unmarked ground to pieces in an instant.

The man in the wooden wheelchair raised his jaw indifferently, watching helplessly as the long silver knife that flew out was instantly shattered into gravel in the overwhelming sword energy.He sneered, the color in his eyes didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, he just stared at the wobbly indigo tassel on the sword, after a long time, he paused word by word:

"Yan Ju... Long time no see."

The next moment, a snow-white figure flew past in response to the sound, holding Xue Lanyin's shoulders and drifting back a few steps, the phoenix eyes that were soaked in frost lifted up, and wherever the gaze passed, there was nothing but a heart-piercing scene. cold:

"You've been lame for so many years, but it hasn't given you much memory... right, Mo Fuqiu?"

——16 years ago, Yan Jue was also dressed in plain white, holding the Ya Ling sword in his hand, and slaughtered the entire Lingtai Yijian School in the blink of an eye.

The head of the sect, Mo Fuqiu, came out of the mountain with a sword in order to avenge his shame, but instead, Yan Jue struck him with all his strength, and his heart was shattered. He was seriously injured and comatose for nearly three years. And his younger brother Gu Hebai supported the entire sect by himself, needless to say for many years of suffering.

No one knows where the grievances and disputes between the two of them came from.It's just that every time they recall the miserable scene of the Lingtai One Sword Sect that day when blood flowed into rivers, everyone will feel terrified.

Therefore, as soon as Yan Jue finished his sentence, the expression of the gentle woman standing fixedly beside the wooden wheelchair changed instantly.

"Yan... bullying."

She called his name.However, every syllable that is difficult to utter seems to be crushed out of the teeth, and it is full of blood and desolation.

Almost out of control, she quickly drew her sword out of its sheath, and against the sharp white light shining everywhere in her eyes, she stood up and made a surprise attack on Yan Hao.

However, she failed to touch a corner of his clothes.

On the way, Mo Fuqiu grabbed her with his backhand, squeezed her arms and forcibly dragged her behind the wheelchair.

"Miao Zhou, don't be impulsive!"

Mo Fuqiu's voice was extremely low, and the intertwined emotions of forbearance and pain were self-evident.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Mo Fuqiu's pale complexion was as if cut by a knife, and Yan Jue who was facing him was not much better.

Yan Jue held Xue Lanyin, who was mentally distracted, tightly in his arms, and the dazzling sword light wafted out from under his feet, forming a barrier of melting ice and frost.

Looking at him, Mo Fuqiu suddenly smiled for some reason.

It seemed that at that moment, he understood something in a trance.

He smiled coldly, but also meaningfully.

"I thought it was someone who could go against the sky and protect Erjin's remnant soul without knowing any danger... In the end, I never expected it to be you."

Yan Hua remained silent, and stared down at Xue Lanyin's eyes, which were getting more and more absent-minded.

After a long while, he finally opened his arms and picked him up, carefully placing him in his arms.Then he said to Mo Fuqiu: "The grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner—you must know what you did back then."

Mo Fuqiu said: "...it's not your turn to say this to me."

Yan Jue had no intention of entangled with him again, and only hurriedly left a sentence "I can do it myself", and then pulled Yun Zhehuan, who was stunned by one side, and jumped up. They fell to the ground one after another and condensed into a bone-piercing frost.

Mo Fuqiu sat alone on the spot, and glanced coldly at the direction where Yan Jue and Xue Lanyin disappeared together, and remained silent for a long time.

Shen Miaozhou who was beside him gently stepped forward to hold his shoulder, and couldn't help asking him with tears in her eyes: "Husband, such an opportunity...why didn't you just take his life?"

Mo Fuqiu shook his head, stretched out his hand and turned the wheelchair to another direction.

"There will always be such a day, now the business is important, let him go for now."