shut up, shameless old thief

There are two types of body chosen by heaven, one is a body with roots and talents for cultivating Taoism, this kind of person is simply the darling of heaven, and they don't have to work hard to gather spiritual power to cultivate since they were young, and they can usually get married around the age of 20. Dan stays young forever, and his cultivation speed is dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people.

Although the physique is enviable, but looking at the entire Gujing Continent, this kind of person can probably be counted with two hands.

And the other one is a demon-cultivating body like Bian Ling, who is just as gifted and rooted, and has a very high speed of cultivation. If you strangle the inner demons that may appear at any time, you can get on the road within a hundred years.But if the mind is not firm, good, evil, and jealous, becoming a demon is only a matter of one thought.

There are only a handful of such demon-cultivating bodies. For thousands of years in Gujing Continent, there have probably only been two heavenly-selected demon-cultivating bodies. One of them seems to have disappeared hundreds of years ago, and the other is Edge age.

The Demon Cultivator has always been shameless by Gu Jing, if there is a monk who cultivates Demon in a family, then his name will be known by the entire Gu Jing Righteous Way, and it would be shameful to even announce it.

Bian Ling has been mature since he was a child, and he swore in the ancestral hall of the Bian family that he would not become a demon even if he died. However, during the time when he fled in a hurry and was in danger, he had the idea of ​​becoming a demon countless times, and even once , the devilish energy has sprung from his chest, almost stripping him of his sanity, and finally suppressed it with the last trace of his sanity.

The black feathers in front of Bian Ling were shaking slightly. He stared at it for a long time before softly saying, "I promise."

The corners of Ji Bingzhu's lips twitched slightly.

Bian Ling said: "If I can cultivate the Tao and keep the righteous belief in my heart, I will never be enchanted."

A gust of cold wind suddenly howled outside the window, blowing open the half-closed window that Bian Ling had just closed, knocking against the window lattice.

I don't know when, the snow particles outside have turned into flying heavy snow, and the wind blows the snow petals into the room, making Ji Bingzhu's clothes rustle.

He tilted his head slightly, rolled his eyes, and said softly: "You have to remember, if you lied to me, I will be very sad."

Looking at his smiling face, Bian Ling didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled into a smile. Getting closer, this is the first smile he showed to Ji Bingzhu, that smile seems to be more rare than the snowflakes in the sky.

Bian Ling said: "Okay, I will remember."

Ji Bingzhu smiled again, and stretched out his bony fingers to touch the black feather hanging in mid-air. The feather turned slightly, and then turned into a black light under Bian Ling's surprised eyes, suddenly into his heart.

Black air entered the body, Bian Ling didn't feel anything wrong with his body, and frowned at Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu took his arm and let him sit on the ground, and sat cross-legged on the carpet himself, he said: "Sit for a while, although it is extremely dangerous to reshape Yuan Dan, but with someone as powerful as me, you are afraid Don’t be afraid, just treat it as a sleep.”

His voice was too soft, and he didn't have the unbearable energy of chattering that was usually unbearable. Bian Ling sat on the ground, looking at the beauty who was looking down at the book in the candlelight, almost shaking his head.

The slight sound of Ji Bingzhu flipping through the book was like hypnosis, pulling Bian Ling into the dark abyss little by little. At some point, Ji Bingzhu had put down the book in his hand, his eyes intertwined with the candlelight, and he could not read. Get out of it.

He said: "Ah."

No one knew what he was calling, but just as he finished speaking, a black crow flew out of the window, flapped its wings a few times, and landed lightly on Ji Bingzhu's head.

Ji Bingzhu was trampled by the crow's paw and nearly fell headlong, barely sat up straight, stretched out his slender fingers, and pressed Bian Ling's neck.

The blood under the neck was trickling, the night was too quiet, only the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground, and the sound of blood flowing slowly in Bian Ling's bloody bones could be heard around.

Ji Bingzhu suddenly said: "It's good to be alive."

The crow lowered his head, a sarcasm appeared in his human eyes.

Luomo Mountain's first snow this year came just so quietly.

Bian Ling felt that he just fell asleep, and he dreamed of some messy things, which made him not sleep too peacefully.

After the black air from the crow's feathers penetrated into Bian Ling's heart veins, Bian Ling began to feel groggy, as if soaking in a hot spring, surrounded by people who were too lazy to move. The comfort, for a moment, Bian Ling wanted to die in this coziness.

But before he came back to his senses, the black air seemed to start to flow slowly along his heart veins. Bian Ling was a little surprised at this moment. He wanted to open his eyes but found that his whole body could not move. , can only forcefully feel the black air moving slowly in the opposite direction of the blood flow.

At the beginning, there was only a numb feeling in the blood, but as time went by, he began to feel pain slowly. The pain to the bone marrow could not be described as a kick. Bian Ling was covered in cold sweat, even if it was Yuan Dan. When he was crippled, Bian Ling didn't feel as much pain as he did now.

Bian Ling could bear it all by himself, and gritted his teeth motionless, feeling the dull pain go away little by little.

I don't know how long it took, just when Bian Ling thought that he would faint from the torture of this unspeakable pain, his dark eyes seemed to explode into a blank, and a memory that did not belong to him suddenly disappeared. The black air was released suddenly and penetrated into his mind.

In that period of memory, there was heavy snow all around, a man in black stood in the heavy snow, with long hair hanging down, half of his body was covered in blood, and the ground was all bloody mottled.

The man was thin, and with his back turned to him, he seemed to be looking at the unknown void ahead.

Bian Ling stared blankly at his back, suddenly an unknown feeling of bleakness and loneliness welled up in his heart, the feeling came too inexplicably, Bian Ling stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and found that his face was full of tears.

A voice seemed to come from the void, angry and urgent: "Apostasy! Do you know how much the world will laugh at you? You can kill a person, stop a person's mouth, and kill the world! , block Yoyo's mouth?"

The sky was full of snow, and the strong wind swept the snow petals on the ground into the air, falling down like catkins.

The snow fell so heavily, Bian Ling saw the man turn his head back, but his face was blocked by the snow all over the sky, and he could only faintly hear him laughing wantonly. In the empty world, there was a kind of rebellious and unruly laughing out of the sky and the earth.

"Apostasy? Then you tell me, what is Tao? Then what is demon? You all say that everyone is born fair and believes in the so-called way of heaven, but why do you divide people into three, six, and nine classes? , Hahahaha, what kind of body is chosen by heaven, cultivating Taoism and demons, since they are all chosen by heaven, why do you keep calling me apostate one after another when I have become a demon? What kind of Taoism have I betrayed? "

At this moment, a purple thunder suddenly struck towards the man, stirring up the snow on the ground into a snow wall [-] meters high.

Bian Ling was forced to shed tears by the strong light of the thunder, and looked at the figure who was still standing upright in the thunder, without moving at all.

Before he could think about the man's words, this memory whizzed past his mind as if being dragged by someone, and soon there was only a standing figure standing beside him. age's mind.

Cultivating demons is apostasy?

Bian Ling was still too young to understand the meaning of this sentence at all. He only knew that when he heard that sentence, the shock he received in his heart was almost the same as the thunder that was struck by Huo Ran.

Bian Ling opened his eyes in a daze. At this time, the sky was bright, and the light outside the window seemed to be much brighter than usual. Bian Ling's emotions still carried a bit of loneliness and shock from that memory, and he didn't react for a while. When exactly is he.

But soon, the aura that was already functioning as usual had been awakened by Yuan Dan in his dantian instantly from his drowsy mind.

He closed his eyes again, entered the inner mansion with his consciousness, and saw a black bead hanging in the place where the Yuan Dan was originally seated in his inner mansion. The bead was about the same size as the Yuan Dan, but it was all black. , there seemed to be some mist hovering in it, floating faintly with his breathing.

Bian Ling opened his eyes, no matter how calm he was on weekdays, the joy of returning to Yuandan at this time also made some uncontrollable joy appear on his face.

He jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes in a hurry, and was about to find Ji Bingzhu, but when he opened the door, he was stunned.

The snow fell so hard that night, Bian Ling pushed open the door, but was blocked by the blood that almost reached the calf, and didn't know how to take a step out.

He was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that he had regained Yuandan. When he was at Bianjia, he majored in ice and fire. In the snow in front of him, a wet bluestone road was quickly melted.

Bian Ling took a few steps forward and called out tentatively: "Senior."

He walked into the yard, and only then did he see Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know what was wrong with him. He obviously had a room but he was willing to sleep outside to make do. He was sitting under the phoenix tree in the courtyard, his head resting lightly on a raised tree root, his eyelashes drooping, as if I am fast asleep.

He was wearing a thin green shirt, and a thin layer of snow had already fallen on the hem of his clothes. He looked very cold in the heavy snow, even if he was as hard-hearted as he was, he felt sorry for it for a while. After a while, the flame leaped out like a dragon dancing, melting all the snow in the yard.

Bian Ling was about to walk to Ji Bingzhu's side, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a man sitting on a tree.

The man was holding a long black sword in his hand, one leg was hanging in the air, the other leg was stepping on a branch, and he was carelessly wiping the sword with a piece of cloth at this moment.

Bian Ling's pupils shrank, his whole body suddenly rose, and he looked at the uninvited guest indifferently.

He has been in this yard for so long, but he has never seen this man.

Wiping his sword, the man seemed to sneer when he saw Bian Ling's guarded appearance. His face was extremely beautiful, and his long hair was tied into a high ponytail hanging behind his back, making him look even more heroic.

He retracted the sword to his waist, flicked a wisp of black energy at Ji Bingzhu with his fingers, and said casually: "Get up."

Ji Bingzhu was shocked by the black air, opened his eyes in a daze, and muttered: "Ah."

Bian Ling didn't know what he was there, looked at him coldly, and said, "Senior."

Only then did Ji Bingzhu see Bian Ling, he showed a bewildered smile, yawned and said, "A Ling, you're awake, don't you want to see the snow? Look, it's so big outside... hey? Where's the snow? Where's the snow?"

Looking at the empty yard, Ji Bingzhu jumped off the ground in shock, looking for snow everywhere.

Bian Ling held his hand to prevent him from running around, looked at the man on the tree who was still swaying his legs leisurely, and said, "Who is he?"

Ji Bingzhu followed his gaze and said, "Ah."

Bian Ling thought to himself: A big man is always acting like a baby when he's fine, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Ji Bingzhu said: "Aya, have you seen my snow? Where is my snow?"

Bian Ling: "..."

The man named "A Ya" leaped lightly from the tree, landed lightly, and said with a half-smile, "Hey, I was burned by that cute little cutie of yours. Go find him to settle the score."

Ji Bingzhu looked back at him.

Bian Ling: "..."

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