After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Lin Qingzhou, the original owner's image reflected in the illusion, saw Lin Qingzhou standing in the courtyard holding a sword, and the joyful smile on his face froze immediately.

He seemed to be extremely unbelievable, and walked quickly to the stone steps in front of the door, his shocked eyes scanned Lin Qingzhou from head to toe before he dared to fully confirm.

Lin Qingzhou's appearance is completely carved out of the same mold as him.

Han Qi, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, saw his complexion suddenly changed, and the awe-inspiring killing intent, like the fog in the mountains, gradually spread to the surroundings.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Lin Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat. If Han Qi recognized that he was not the original owner, he would probably be regarded as an evil heretic who used illusion to transform into the original owner's appearance.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the saber, his eyes guardedly scanning between Han Qi and the original owner.

Defeating the original owner is easy for Lin Qingzhou, but if Han Qi is added, the chances of winning are slim.Even if it was Han Qi a year ago, his swordsmanship should not be underestimated.

Lin Qingzhou's mind changed sharply, so he simply beat back and attacked first.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, panicked and whispered to the original owner, "Who are you and why are you in my room?"

The original owner had never encountered such a battle before. He was stopped by a stern voice, and his face suddenly turned pale, "You should take it as I said it. Who are you? Why are you using my face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly turned his face to Han Qi, whose face was covered with frost, and said in a anxious tone, "Junior Brother Han, this person has ulterior motives, you must not be deceived by him."

Han Qi glanced at Lin Qingzhou and the original owner, a little doubt flashed in his narrow and deep eyes, as if he was thinking about which one was the original owner.

Seeing Han Qi's look of hesitation, the original owner jumped over the garden flowers and trees, passed by Lin Qingzhou, and landed in front of Han Qi regardless, and hurriedly listed Han Qi's likes and dislikes to prove his identity:

"Junior Brother Han, you joined the Qingxu Sword Sect at the age of 14, and your favorite place to practice swords is in the bamboo forest. You get up and rest at the hour of Hai every day. You are good at Danqing, and your favorite Daoist book is "Yayi Wenjian", you"

The original owner gave many examples like a few treasures, and Lin Qingzhou was listening, feeling stunned.

I don't know whether to praise the original owner's memory, or feel sorry for the original owner's kneeling and licking posture is too tiring.

Han Qi frowned slightly as he listened to the original owner's rambling words, and suddenly his eyes lifted, like the shadow of a sharp sword, stabbing straight at Lin Qingzhou.

Lin Qingzhou suddenly had the illusion of a cold blade slipping through his throat, and clusters of coldness climbed up his back, encroaching on the warmth of his whole body.

The Han Qi a year ago seemed to be colder and more awe-inspiring than the current Han Qi, making it difficult to get along with him.

he thought.

When he was reading, he didn't care about Han Qi's preferences, and he didn't pay attention to memorize them after he passed through the book.He may have heard or witnessed what the original owner said, but he turned a deaf ear to it as if he was familiar with it.

Now, it may be a little difficult for him to list them one by one.

Against Han Qi's suspicious gaze, Lin Qingzhou racked his brains to review his experience after wearing the book.

Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he tentatively said, "Brother Han, the person you miss the most is Yin Xibai, you like to take a bath in Biluotan in the middle of the night, you"

Han Qi's face showed surprise at first, and then when he heard Lin Qingzhou's words behind him, his face suddenly became cloudy - the person in front of him who was full of nonsense must have been transformed by evil sycophants.

He held Qishuang in his hand, raised the sword in his hand, and the sword body burst into cold light, slashing towards Lin Qingzhou aggressively.

Lin Qingzhou's figure was as fast as lightning, and he avoided it with his body, and jumped onto the leafy Ruoki tree in the courtyard.

There was a loud bang, and the winding corridor behind the position where Lin Qingzhou was standing just now was cut off abruptly, Zhu Zhu broke, and the blue roof tiles fell one after another.

Lin Qingzhou was terrified when he saw it. If this sword intent was drawn on him, he would definitely end up dead without a whole body, and then he was sent out of Kunwu Stone.

He was a little cowardly.

The mission of the illusion is to defeat the past self, and now the past Han Qi has a hand in it, so there is no way to complete it.

Why don't you run away first and play it by ear?

It's just that Han Qilian at the other end didn't give him such an opportunity.

He was in a daze, Han Qi held Qishuang in his hand, leaped up the winding corridor in the courtyard, and attacked him again with murderous intent.

Forget it, let him experience Han Qi's strength a year ago, he has never really fought against Han Qi before.

The last time Han Qi passed on the talisman to ask him to practice swords, it was just to practice the moves of the sword book, both of them clicked to the end, it was not a confrontation with Han Qi's sword intent.

In the blink of an eye, he held Yinxue in his hand, injecting spiritual power into the hilt of the sword with his palm, and the sword body of Yinxue suddenly glowed with blue light.

In front of him with the horizontal sword, at the critical moment, he blocked Han Qi's fierce sword move like a hurricane passing through.

Yinxue and Qishuang hit each other, and the icy sword energy spread from Qishuang's sword to Yinxue, and then climbed all the way to Lin Qingzhou's fingertips, palms, and forearms.

While Lin Qingzhou's tiger's mouth was shaking, his neck shrank from the cold, and he was forced to take a step back and fly away from the Ruomu tree in the air.

But Han Qi didn't change his offensive, pressing forward step by step, Lin Qingzhou couldn't resist, and was about to hit the snow-white wall of the house in the courtyard.

He was about to be pushed against the wall, at the slightest, the sky would be shattered, and at the worst, the inner mansion would be shattered.

Lin Qingzhou leaned back with the tip of her sword, leaning back like a swimming fish and slashing towards Han Qi's lower plate, letting Qi Shuang slide over every inch of Yinxue's blade, making clangs.

The sound of the blade swiping was silent, and Lin Qingzhou had already slid under Han Qi's back with the sword in his hand, avoiding danger in a dangerous way.

He was still terrified in his heart, Han Qi turned around gracefully, holding the sword and slashed at him fiercely again.

Except for the previous two big killing moves with fierce sword intent, Han Qi's subsequent moves are extremely fast.

The tip of the sword streaked across the void, leaving behind silvery white afterimages.

Lin Qingzhou's moves were not quick, but his advantage was his agility.

The blade of the sword is nimble and not slippery, and he uses four or two pieces of gold to overcome strength with softness. Although dangers occur frequently, they are all avoided by him skillfully.

The two swordsmen continued to move, and the sword intent in the courtyard swept everything like a surging wind.

The flowers and trees were chopped off, most of the roof tiles were lifted off by the sword energy, and several big holes were broken.

Looking down from the roof, you can see the tables, stools and beds inside the house.

After more than a dozen rounds, Lin Qingzhou suddenly lost his strength, his wrist hurt, his whole body was cold, and the inner palace's true energy was also suppressed so that it was stagnant and painful.

His heart was pounding, his fingers trembled for a moment, the long sword was tilted to block, and Han Qi's Xishuang was about to pass through his throat.

Even though he knew that death in the illusion was just being sent out of the illusion and the trial failed, but when the threat of death came with Jianfeng, he still inevitably felt a little fear in his heart.

His eyes were wide open, and he leaned back, waiting for the coolness from Qi Shuang across his throat to strike.

All of a sudden, a piercing sword intent fell in the sky as if cutting open the sky and the earth, and the clear sword light illuminated the surroundings for a moment like lightning strikes.

The sword light slashed, and the Xishuang sword in front of Lin Qingzhou was chopped off. Han Qi's image bent slightly at his knees, and his figure became shorter.

The roof tiles under his feet cracked inch by inch, and before the roof completely collapsed, the two jumped away at the same time.

Lin Qingzhou touched the eaves of the courtyard gate with her toes, stabilized her figure and stood still, looking in the direction where Jian Guang came from just now.

The man was exactly the same as the image, his black clothes were blown up by the breeze, his black hair was flying, and he held the long sword of Xishuang with a cold light in his hand.

He looked at Lin Qingzhou with a trace of concern: "Are you okay?"

It was the real Han Qi who came.

At such an urgent moment, with Han Qi's arrival, Lin Qingzhou seemed to be pardoned.

Good time, good time, hurry up and clean yourself up.

On the face, he calmly shook his head at Han Qi and said, "It's fine."

The original owner had been standing on the courtyard wall to watch the battle, but Han Qi's image had jumped onto the crumbling courtyard corridor.

Looking at the sudden Han Qi, they were extremely astonished. Another evil heretic who used false tricks came, and listening to the familiar conversation between the two, their expressions were shocked. These two people are still in the same group?

The image of Han Qi flashed a hint of anger between his brows, and said to Han Qi in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

When Han Qi saw himself a year ago, his expression was indifferent, and without much effort, he raised his sword and attacked mercilessly.

The two black figures fought, like a black wind, blowing from the eaves to the courtyard, and from the courtyard to the outside of the courtyard.

Han Qi was already doing the task, and Lin Qingzhou was unambiguous, and said to the original owner, "I've offended you."

He held the sword and flew towards the original owner.

Compared with Lin Qingzhou today, the original owner's Taoism and swordsmanship were far inferior to those of Lin Qingzhou today.

Lin Qingzhou only used a few tricks, and easily drove the original owner to death.

The fingers of the original master holding the sword were trembling, and he staggered to receive the move, and kept retreating.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingzhou's sword pierced through the air and stabbed straight at the original owner's heart.

The tip of the sword glowing with silver light touched the white robe, but suddenly stopped, like a suddenly stuck image.

The original owner's complexion was as pale as paper, and his shining eyes were full of unspoken fear. He looked at Lin Qingzhou with a fragile, helpless and desperate look, as well as a faint, unyielding stubbornness.

Lin Qingzhou couldn't do it anymore.

Before doing it, he had constructed in his heart that this was not the original owner, this was just the memory of the original owner.

Everything here is not real, if his skin is pierced, his expression may be distorted and painful, and blood may splatter, but it is not real.

But when things came to an end, I saw the definite fear on the face of the original owner's image.

He still couldn't bear it.

If the image in front of him is his own, not the original owner, then Lin Qingzhou can raise the sword with his hand and drop it, with the white blade in and the red blade out, without frowning.

But what is in front of me is the image of the original owner

From the beginning to the end, he felt more compassion for the original owner than anger

Lin Qingzhou was in a daze, but saw that Han Qi was going to win and lose, and the obvious loser was probably the memory.

Han Qi is really a ruthless person, this is probably the legend, if I become so ruthless, I even hit myself?

Taking advantage of Lin Qingzhou's distraction, the original owner swiped away the point of the sword poking his chest, leaped towards the two fighting without hesitation, and joined the fight between them.

Lin Qingzhou helped her forehead, can you tell who is who?You just rushed to help in a hurry, aren't you afraid that it will be a waste of help?

In the heart of the original owner, Han Qi is a master of Taoism, and any evil spirits and heretics are no match for him. Lin Qingzhou doubts that the original owner will help Han Qi clean up his memories.

But this time, the result was beyond Lin Qingzhou's expectations.

The original master raised his sword and went away, but he didn't admit his mistake, and made a fierce move with Han Qi's image for two to one.

How did he recognize it?

The appearance of the two is exactly the same, Han Qi loves Xuanyi, and there is no big difference between the current clothing and a year ago, and it is basically impossible to distinguish from the appearance.

Lin Qingzhou's thoughts turned sharply. At the other end, with the assistance of the original owner, Han Qi's memory was reversed and gradually gained the upper hand.

Han Qi struggled to deal with the two of them, and was a little bit exhausted.

Lin Qingzhou suppressed her doubts, settled her mind, and leaped away with her sword in hand.

Just now, when the situation was critical, Han Qi had helped him, but now, Lin Qingzhou is repaying him a favor.

Lin Qingzhou flew forward, and picked the original owner's sword edge with his long sword, diverting the disaster to the east, leading the original owner out of the battle between the two, and the two fought tepidly again.

The four of them fought all the way from Chengwuyouxin to the bamboo forest, and then from the bamboo forest to Heming Jiugao.

Just now Lin Qingzhou couldn't bear to be lenient, but this time after several rounds of sword moves, he finally became ruthless.

With a press of his long sword, there was a heavy force on his wrist.The original owner was pushed back a few steps by his sword on the roof, lost sight of his step, and suddenly stepped on the air.

The original owner fell on his back, the plain white robe was lifted by the breeze, his black hair danced wildly, and the two strands of hair that were not tied up at the temples were blown up in the wind like helpless.

Qingliang Jianfeng chased after him, only three inches away from his chest.

But after [-] seconds, a sword intent brushed away Lin Qingzhou's sword edge, hooked the original owner's narrow waist with one hand, hugged the original owner into his arms, and returned the wind and snow to the ground.

Lin Qingzhou drew back his sword wind, tapped a stone lamp in the courtyard with his toes, his clothes swirled, a kite turned over, and jumped back to the roof.

At the other end, Han Qi was standing in the middle of the ruins of the courtyard with his long arms wrapped tightly around the waist of the original owner, with concern in his eyes, "Is that you?"

The original owner's eye sockets turned red instantly.

He knew that Junior Brother Han was not ruthless, and he still had some affection for him. When danger was imminent, even if Junior Brother Han was in a fierce battle, he still cared about his safety.

"It's me." The original owner's face was blushing slightly, and tears welled up in his eyelashes. While speaking, his lips couldn't help trembling slightly, and his eyes looked at Han Qi obsessively.

"What's wrong with you, are you injured?" Seeing that the corners of his eyes were red and his whole body was trembling slightly, Han Qi asked with a frown.

"I didn't, I'm so happy, Junior Brother Han." While speaking, the original owner couldn't help wrapping his hands around Han Qi's neck, tiptoed lightly, and moved slowly, intending to kiss the corner of Han Qi's mouth.

Standing on the roof with a background of human flesh, Lin Qingzhou watched the warm and affectionate interaction between the two, which was messed up in the wind.

ha?

What's the situation now?

Is that Han Qi, or the image of Han Qi?

Also, can you respect your opponent a little bit, there is a fight here, the two of you are going to kiss each other.

Generally speaking, the phantoms in the illusion not only inherit the strength of one's cultivation, but also inherit one's emotional thinking

According to this theory, it doesn't matter whether that person is Han Qi or Han Qi's image.In Han Qi's eyes, the behavior of the original owner represented Lin Qingzhou's inner feelings.

Lin Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, she turned her head and continued to look over there

The original owner's face was as white as jade, with a thin layer of blush, and his movements were slow and shy, and he tipped his toes slightly but couldn't reach.

Han Qi's eyes were deep, looking at the shy owner who was hooking his neck, his stern brows and eyes were like the first melting of winter snow, all sharp edges and corners disappeared completely.

The tender eyes seemed to silently encourage the original owner.

The original owner who only had Han Qi in his mind couldn't help but try again, tightened his hands around Han Qi's neck, closed his eyes slightly, stood on tiptoe slightly, and turned his light-colored and moist lips to Han Qi's again. mouth corners

Lin Qingzhou, who was left on the sidelines, covered her face with her hands: I have no eyes to see, I have no eyes to see, send me away quickly

Standing on the top of the tree with a sword in hand, he couldn't tell whether the original owner was Lin Qingzhou, who was about to be dried into a scarecrow's cold image——

These two demon heretics are really shameless, in broad daylight, they are going to flirt with him and Lin Qingzhou like no one else.

Can't let them dirty the place where the mind wanders

"Shut up!"

Han Qi's image gave a soft shout, his brows and eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked at Han Qi and the original owner like looking at two unsightly pickled objects.

The original owner in Han Qi's arms suddenly woke up as if awakened from a dream, let go of the hand that was hooking Han Qi's neck, and pushed Han Qi away heavily.

He looked at Han Qi, and then at Han Qi's image.

As if he had suddenly realized something, the redness on his face disappeared completely, leaving only a pale complexion.

That's right, the one who is cold and ruthless is Junior Brother Han. The one holding him, how could it be Junior Brother Han?

He was almost bewitched by the evil devil with a knife in his honey, and did some embarrassing things that lost his face.

Thinking of this, the original owner became angry from embarrassment, raised his sword and attacked Han Qi without saying a word.

Han Qi, who was pushed aside, suddenly woke up at this time, and quickly raised his head to explain to Lin Qingzhou on the roof, "I thought this was you, no, both of them are you, I"

Before Han Qi finished speaking, the original owner's long sword was already wrapped in anger and embarrassment, and struck through the air.

He reacted very quickly, and dodged to avoid the sword's edge.

But the original owner was unyielding, and the sword moves in his hands were still continuous like a river pouring down, and he attacked Han Qi one by one with a sharp and vicious vigor.

Although the original owner came in a menacing manner, Han Qi only defended and did not attack, he didn't even draw his sword, his movement was like a gust of wind blowing from the ground, swift and unpredictable.

Seeing the original owner, thinking that it was Lin Qingzhou from a year ago, Han Qi was reluctant to hit him hard, just as if he was playing hide-and-seek with Lin Qingzhou, and would not fight back even if he attacked.

Lin Qingzhou, who was eating melons crazily, was about to put away his sword when suddenly a gust of wind rushed towards the door.

I saw Han Qi's image holding a long sword and attacking him with a cold face.

Lin Qingzhou:!

Now he immediately recognized that the one who wanted to hack him to death must be the image of Han Qi, and the one in the courtyard who was tall and sometimes low at this time, and who hugged the original owner just now was Han Qi himself.

While his thoughts were turning, Lin Qingzhou summoned his sword to block the sword edge of Han Qi's image, and the two started fighting back and forth.

Han Qi's image was very aggressive, as if he hated these two "evil men" to the extreme.

Lin Qingzhou barely parried while holding the sword, but at the same time began to worry anxiously in her heart: everything is messed up now.

If Han Qi's image here stabs him to death with a sword, and Han Qi accidentally defeats the original owner's image over there, then both he and Han Qi will be eliminated.

What a sin.

With a flash of thought in his mind, the sword light of Han Qi's image on the opposite side urged him, and Yinxue in Lin Qingzhou's hand was thrown out with a bang.

A sword cultivator without a sword in his hand is dead end.

Panic flashed in Lin Qingzhou's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to chase after the blown sword, and Qi Shuang in Han Qi's image's hand, with a cold light, was about to hit his back

At the very moment, there was a pop sound of flesh and blood being separated.

A long sword with a dazzling cold light pierced Han Qi's image from back to front.

Han Qiying looked at the blood-stained sword tip piercing through his chest, with a big mouthful of blood overflowing from his mouth, his eyes were slightly opened, as if he couldn't believe it, but also seemed unwilling.

The vitality and all the joys and anger seemed to flow along with the blood flowing from his chest, no matter how hard he tried to keep it, he couldn't keep it.

He was like the dead leaf left on the top of a tree when the cool wind blows in late autumn, although unwilling but helpless, he slowly fell down from the midair.

"Brother Han!"

An extremely shrill and sharp voice sounded, and the last word was even broken due to emotional breakdown.

Before Han Qi's image fell to the ground, the original master's plain white figure, like a falling snowflake, jumped forward and hugged him into his arms.

With Han Qi's sword, there was a strong sword intent around the sword body, not only the flesh and blood were injured by Han Qi's image, but the inner palace was also seriously injured by the spiritual power.

The blood on the original owner's face faded completely.

He knelt down on the cold bluestone floor, supported his junior brother Han with one hand, and with trembling fingers in the other hand, he made a formula to heal him, and called Han Qi's name with trembling lips.

Han Qi's image was half lying in his arms, his eyes were slightly closed, and although his thin lips were tightly pressed, the blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth one after another as if it couldn't be blocked.

"You don't need to waste your spiritual power." As soon as Han Qi Yingxiang opened his mouth, a big mouthful of blood came out.

The original owner panicked, held back the pinching fingers, and covered his lips with trembling fingers, blocking the blood that flowed out continuously.

It seems that if you cover it like this, the person in front of you will be fine.

"Junior Brother Han, you will be fine, you will be fine, we have agreed before," as he spoke, a stream of tears flowed from his eyes, his throat choked, and he was speechless for a while .

"We have agreed before that we will practice sword together for the rest of our lives, and we will kill all the evil people in the world together, we want to be together, we want to be together"

Even though the original owner said a lot, the person in his arms didn't make any sound

The original owner shook his head desperately as if losing his mind, with tears all over his face, speaking incoherently, "No, Junior Brother Han, don't sleep, don't sleep"

Holding a long sword in his hand, Lin Qingzhou stood not far away, watching this scene, and didn't care to see what kind of face Han Qi himself was not far away, as if he had been cast by a spell, unable to move at all.

No matter how sad and crying the original owner was, the person in his arms finally lost all vitality slowly, his head slowly drooped, leaning against the original owner's arms, and fell into a deep sleep

As time passed slowly, the crying of the original owner gradually faded away. He calmed down and became very calm.

A little abnormally calm.

There was a large bloodstain on his snow-white clothes, and there was a bright red stain on his fingers, all of which were stained just now.

He pinched a piece of clean white sleeve, trembling and gently wiped off all the blood on the face of the man in his arms, his movements were gentle and his fingertips inch by inch.

The person in his arms will never wake up again, he can finally be bold enough to touch every outline of his eyebrows with trembling fingers, the eyebrows that look like a long sword, the deep and narrow eyes, tall and domineering bridge of the nose, tightly pursed lips

"Brother Han, we agreed to practice sword together for the rest of our lives. Senior brother will never lie to you. Senior brother will go find you right now."

The original owner's tone was very calm, and his hand slowly moved away from the face of the person in his arms, and stretched out to the saber thrown by him on the ground.

All reason seems to have disappeared, Lin Qingzhou yelled, "Don't!"

Before the words fell, there was the sound of flesh and blood bursting. The original owner held Yinxue's sword body with his hand, his hand was covered with blood, and the radiant sword tip had already sunk into his chest

Lin Qingzhou's heart suddenly seemed to be seized by an invisible force, and her heart was roaring wildly.

He doesn't deserve your death for him!

He is not worth it!

What kind of shit, practicing sword together for a lifetime, he just promised you a word casually, why did you spend your whole life for it!

Has he ever been kind to you!

He is not worth it, not worth it!

In the dream, the scene of the tragic death of the original owner of the book flooded into Lin Qingzhou's mind again, like a blunt knife, stabbing his nerves one after another.

This is the second time the original owner died in front of him.

Lin Qingzhou clenched her hand hidden in her sleeve involuntarily, but her throat seemed to be stuck by a thorn.

Suddenly, his waist tightened and he was pulled into his arms.

Han Qi tightly wrapped him in his arms, and gently pressed his head to his chest, his voice was extremely gentle, and his words were a little clumsy, "Don't look, it's all fake, don't feel bad, we will definitely won't be like them"

Lin Qingzhou's whole body seemed to be drained of strength, let him move, and it was useless to resist, the strength was very different.

Han Qi hugged his waist tighter, and continued to speak softly, "I don't know that you were my fault a year ago, I used to treat you so badly."

This is the first time he has spoken to someone so affectionately, and he can't make words or sentences.There is a bit of indescribable joy in my heart, but also a bit of embarrassment.

From an angle that Lin Qingzhou couldn't see, a blush slowly crept up on the tips of Han Qi's ears.

"I'll treat you well in the future, don't provoke others, okay?"