After rebirth, my milk cat became a mad dog

In the Falling Sword Valley outside Nanyang City, a huge epee is deeply inserted into the valley, lava flows in the depths of the valley, and the air is distorted by invisible spiritual power.

It is something that immortal cultivators have known for years that swords cannot be controlled in the sky above Falling Sword Valley. Yang Xiuyi withdrew his hesitant sword, carried Su Yitong's soul-condensing lamp on his back, walked around Falling Sword Valley, and walked towards Nanyang City.

Lantern woke up half an hour ago, and was rambling on and on.

"This sword... is the heavy sword Chengying?" Yang Xiuyi looked at the huge sword deep in the canyon, feeling quite emotional.

Just by watching closely, one can feel the hostility emanating from that sword. This sword is so fierce that no one dared to move it after falling here for 20 years. Probably only people like Yu Yin can control the epee Chengying, with such a fierce sword, he can calm the chaos in the world.

But thinking of Yu Yin's ending back then, Yang Xiuyi felt regretful. People around him didn't mention Yu Yin much to him, but Yang Jiming said it once. Protect yourself.

Yang Xiuyi never agreed with Yang Jiming's statement. He felt that a person like Yu Yin should be born with a sharp edge.

"It's Chengying." Su Yitong said lazily, "Let him fish for Yu Yin's own sword. He is probably coming soon. Chengying is fiercer than the Luoying sword. I don't want to. Help him hold it, it's hot."

"Senior, do you think Nanyang City is weird?" Yang Xiuyi asked.

"Yes, last time I came here, I saw a pretty girl, and I want to go there for a while." Su Yitong recalled the Jiang Nuoyi he saw at the Spring God Festival in Nanyang City not long ago. That girl is indeed Shenying Pavilion The owner of the pavilion has an amazing appearance and plays the piano well, but there is an indescribably familiar look between his eyebrows and eyes.

A girl in a white dress and a red dress suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xiuyi, blocking his way forward, and staring at him non-stop.

Although she is not a woman, Su Yitong is more beautiful than any woman Yang Xiuyi has ever seen. Yang Xiuyi was a little embarrassed by his stare, and asked, "What are you looking at, senior?"

"Yang Jiming is your father?" Su Yitong spoke in a rare serious manner, without any hint of yin and yang.

Yang Xiuyi was not used to it for a while, and replied: "Yes, yes."

Being asked by Su Yitong, he was a little uncertain for a while, Yang Jiming didn't like his son very much, and never asked him to call him father, but Yang Xiuyi was indeed a descendant of the Yang family, and he had been tested countless times on the blood stone It cannot be wrong, several of Yang Jiming's elder brothers died in accidents one after another without leaving any heirs, Yang Xiuyi's identity cannot be doubted.

Although Yang Jiming's expression is not very good every time he stares at the blood stone, but the position of the young master of Duxue Villa is still given to Yang Xiuyi, and even the famous sword is his. Yang Xiuyi feels that Yang Jiming has given himself the best thing in the world , he is very contented and grateful, Yang Jiming may not want to recognize him, but he agrees with Yang Jiming from the bottom of his heart.

Su Yitong frowned indiscriminately: "Who is your mother?"

"I don't know." Yang Xiuyi shook his head sincerely, "I have never met my mother since I was a child. If I mention it, the owner will be angry."

"You don't know?" Su Yitong, but he was vague, but he couldn't tell the truth. He just wanted to find out what happened back then, and settle the accounts with Yang Jiming. At the beginning, he also thought about killing Yang Xiuyi for revenge.

But by the stream in Nanyuan, he gave up such an idea.

Yang Xiuyi is innocent.

Su Yitong is different from many people, he distinguishes it very clearly, repaying kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge, and will never involve unrelated people, Yu Yin and Qin Shuanghan have kindness to him, and he will not hesitate to repay kindness with his life, he feels Yang Jiming had harmed him and wanted revenge, but he would not use Yang Xiuyi's life to pay for it.

Seeing that Su Yitong suddenly fell into deep thought, Yang Xiuyi was a little confused, and asked, "Senior?"

Su Yitong shook his head, and suddenly regretted that he had kidnapped Yang Xiuyi. Born in Duxue Mountain Villa, it was not easy to raise Yang Xiuyi's pure personality. Su Yitong didn't want to involve him in these chaotic affairs.

The world is troubled, but he is too clean.

Su Yitong said: "Nanyang has arrived, do you want to..."

He regretted elope with Yang Xiuyi.

"What's that sound?" Yang Xiuyi asked suddenly.

Su Yitong put down what he was going to say, and listened quietly. It was the sound of the piano.

The divine weapon named Ye Xueming.

Su Yitong's complexion gradually darkened. He didn't notice it when he was nearby last time, but this time he faintly heard Ye Xueming's piano sound in the distance, and he found that he was very familiar with this piano sound. After the war, he originally went to Sanqing Mountain to find Yu Yin, but Yang Jiming came to him first. That day Su Yitong faintly heard the sound of the piano in the courtyard.

I don't know who plucked the strings, but the sound of the piano is the same.

The line between that Guqin named Ye Xueming and the Dream Butterfly Gu gradually became clear in Su Yitong's heart.

That is not a butterfly, nor should it be called a dream butterfly, it is the incarnation of heaven.

If Ming Ling wants to break through the barriers of the four realms, he seeks the Dao of Heaven, offering the lives of mortals and the power of the blood of the descendants of the Lieyang Palace to the Dao of Heaven.But to kill people with the way of heaven must follow the laws of the way of heaven. The way of heaven will not easily harm people unless people are willing to die. Ye Xueming deceives people's minds. human flesh and blood.

To be able to talk to the way of heaven, it is cruel to sacrifice human life to the way of heaven.

What kind of thing is it that requires so many lives to sacrifice to the way of heaven.

Is it to seek longevity, or to have another wish.

In Su Yitong's mind, he suddenly remembered very clearly that after the battle of Jingxue Pass, Yang Jiming asked him questions amidst the sound of the piano.

"During the Battle of Jingxue Pass, many of Duxue's disciples were injured, and the disciples of Ningfenglou were too busy. Can you help to take a look?"

"can."

At that time, Su Yitong agreed without even thinking about it, and didn't pay any attention to the faint sound of the piano coming from the courtyard, and the butterfly resting on Yang Jiming's shoulder.

He agreed, and the one who answered was the butterfly, so the Heavenly Dao chose him as the sacrificer, and he became the No.

In ancient times, people often said that words represent wishes. He was fascinated by the sound of the piano and agreed to the superficial questions raised by Yang Jiming, so he was parasitized by butterflies.

"Go to the city." Su Yitong gritted his teeth.

The tragedy of Lin'an cannot happen again.

"The front is Nanyang." Yu Yin stood on the sword of the incarnation of Tianzhu, looking at the city under his feet through the lingering clouds.

Standing behind Yu Yin, Bei Xiao lowered his head while controlling the direction of Tianzhu's flight, and kissed the side of Yu Yin's neck.

"Don't make trouble." Yu Yin was concentrating on watching the road, and was taken aback by Beixiao, who always felt that something was wrong with Beixiao since last night.First throw Ji Feiyu out of the villa in the middle of the night, then push him against the wall and kiss him until his legs are limp.

Then this morning, Ji Feiyu, who had already forgotten what happened last night, woke up early, came to the door again, and threatened to set off for Nanyang with the two of them, but was blown out of the village by a gust of Beixiao's spiritual power.

So much so that before they set off, Ji Feiyu moved a stool and sat at the gate of the Yaozu's farm, holding Pigeon Yunyun in one hand and a small cup of tea in the other, and scolded for half an hour.

From last night, Yu Yin could feel that Beixiao seemed to be uneasy, not because of Ji Feiyu, but because of other things, Ji Feiyu was probably just a poor fuse.

"I won't leave you." Yu Yin assured softly, "You don't have to worry."

I will never leave this world again, and I will never let Beixiao alone, and spend the rest of my life in that tomb-like monster hall.

"I know." Bei Xiao looked at his palms, and then at Yu Yin's eyebrows, which were faintly visible because of his approach to the city.

He lost once, so he was more concerned about gain and loss.

Nanyang was at their feet, surrounded by clouds and mists, and the light with spiritual power was surging. It seemed that someone was one step ahead of them and started fighting.

Ji Feiyu caught up with the two, glanced at the two who were holding the sword at the same time, hugged the pigeon in his arms, and jumped into the cloud first, Bei Xiao put away the Tianzhu, the red silk thread spread all over the sky, Yu Yin from Leaping down from the sky, the golden wings spread out instantly.

Ji Feiyu, who was following the two from a distance, looked down at Yu Yin, and hugged Pigeon Yunyun tightly.

Li Ya and Chen oath slowly landed on the city wall of Nanyang along with the demon cultivators who came later.

"The human race is in a catastrophe, Jiange Duxue is busy saving people, won't Ling Yao come?" Yu Yin asked Ji Feiyu.

"Lingyao Immortal Sect?" Ji Feiyu said, "That is the sect that Shen Yunyang single-handedly supported to take the place of Ningfenglou. Ling Yao's recruits are all young monks with aristocratic backgrounds, so it's hard to be of great use. And the position of Sect Master Lingyao has always been vacant, and it is said that the person who established Lingyao specially reserved it for others."

"Actually, I have been skeptical." Ji Feiyu said.

"what?"

Ji Feiyu: "Shen Yunyang and his son had close contacts with the tree demon Mingling before their death. I suspect that Lingyao Xianzong was founded by Mingling."

Who does Ming Ling want to leave Ling Yao's suzerain position to?

Even though it was daytime, the entire Nanyang City was dead silent.

"I'm just playing the zither, did I provoke you?" A gorgeously dressed woman sat on the tower, holding a guqin, and asked.

A young girl in the form of Su Yitong stood on the city wall, the hairpin in her hand was pressing against the girl's neck.

Holding the sword, Yang Xiuyi stood behind Su Yitong.Facing the threat on his neck, Jiang Nuoyi looked indifferent, but the moment he saw Yang Xiuyi, his eyes flashed a bit of surprise, followed by an almost charming smile, which made Yang Xiuyi's back shudder, a little creepy.

"More than 20 years ago, after the Battle of Jingxue Pass, were you the one who played the piano in the bamboo garden?" Su Yitong asked coldly.

Jiang Nuoyi pursed her lips and smiled: "Ask Ye Xueming about what happened more than 20 years ago, don't ask me."

"I still remember." The hairpin in Su Yitong's hand moved forward a little, piercing Jiang Nuoyi's fair skin, and blood fell on her lapel.

"Where are the people from Nanyang City?" Yang Xiuyi asked.

Jiang Nuoyi gave Yang Xiuyi a gentle look, and said, "Half of them are asleep, and the other half, I let them go to Duxue Mountain Villa."

"What are you doing at Duxue Villa?" Yang Xiuyi was taken aback.

"The people of Li are ignorant and just want to survive." Jiang Nuoyi laughed, "The Jiange is far away, Lingyao is ruthless, only Ningfeng and Duxue are willing to help the people of the world, and they have stood still in the human race by virtue of their popularity. Now there is no Ningfenglou , the only ones who can ask for help are Duxue Villa, but recently it has been rumored that Gu poison came out of Duxue Villa, I don’t know if these people lost their help or went to seek revenge.”

"You!" Yang Xiuyi sensed the unusual aura from this woman, and drew out his hesitation sword, "You set up the Gu cultivation array in Lin'an City."

"You can't hurt me." Jiang Nuoyi suddenly said sharply, "Anyone can, only you can't."

Yang Xiuyi's expression froze, and he took a step back vigilantly.

"He can do whatever he wants." As soon as Jiang Nuoyi finished speaking, he was stopped by a crisp voice.

With a touch of spiritual power in Su Yitong's hand, he wiped off the blood on the golden hairpin, put away his aggressive appearance just now, and turned to look at Yang Xiuyi: "Little Immortal, am I right? Good-looking people can do anything. "

Yang Xiuyi suddenly lost his thoughts of fighting and finding fault, and had other thoughts that he shouldn't have.