Give the monster the old days of the month

Their guess is probably correct, but things are not as bad as they imagined, the next thing, like being put in 15 speed fast forward, everything happened quickly.

Xiang Yushuang watched the things that happened in her dream appear one after another. The villagers came to make trouble, and the Taoist came to make trouble again, preparing to subdue the willow spirit and erect a memorial archway for herself.

It was not yet completely dark, but when Xiyang jumped down from the tree and stood in front of Ziqian, Xiang Yushuang subconsciously wanted to rush over and pull the "Xiyang" over at that time.

But as soon as he stepped out with one foot, his reason stopped: "This is what happened in the past, and you can't change anything if you go."

He stopped, and Xiyang behind him held his hand tightly, tremblingly looking at these images that he had forgotten.

In order to save Ziqian, "Xiyang" was full of demonic energy, and even felt cold. The Taoist priest obviously had some stage fright. He wanted to leave, but Xiyang refused to let him go.

What was I thinking at that time?Xi Yang couldn't help but think, maybe what he wanted was to teach this Taoist a good lesson, so that he would never come to disturb them again.

The Taoist was in a hurry and tried his best to deal with Xiyang, who was already full of hostility due to his obsession, but his morality was not good after all, and he was about to fall into a disadvantage——

At this moment, two long thunderbolts struck directly above the big willow tree behind Xiyang.

All sounds are silent.

Including the four people who were peeking here, they were also frightened.Xiang Yuthuang took a step back, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.Yes, this is the dream he has been unable to finish.

The graceful willow tree was split by more than half by the thunder, and the whole was uprooted, and half of its body fell into the pond, startling the water in the air.

As for "Xiyang," who was standing in front of Xiang Yushuang, he vomited blood at that moment, and fell into Ziqian's arms.

"Xiyang!!!" Ziqian's tears fell down, holding him and kept wiping the blood gushing from his mouth, "Xiyang, Xiyang, look at me, look at me!"

"Xi Yang" couldn't open his eyes, and seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

"Xiyang, Xiyang..." Ziqian picked him up tremblingly, "I'll take you to the doctor, I'll take you to the doctor..."

A Taoist priest flew down halfway, stood in front of them, and Fuchen pointed at them: "You are still hugging this evildoer, have you lost your mind?"

"Get out of the way!" Ziqian's eyes were bloodshot, and veins appeared on his forehead, "Get out!"

"He can't survive the catastrophe, he will definitely die." The Taoist said, "It's better for me to take his body and turn it into spiritual energy to return to heaven and earth."

Ziqian didn't listen to him at all, and only hugged "Xiyang" to go to see a doctor, but the person he was carrying was getting lighter and weaker, and his body was getting thinner, as if it could disappear at any time.

Of course Ziqian also felt this. He knelt on the ground in a panic, crying and begging "Xiyang" not to leave, but got no response, and later he couldn't even pronounce the word "Xiyang" , can only cry loudly.

Among the few people watching all this, Xiyang was already in tears, and he also knelt on the ground, covering his mouth and sobbing.Xiang Yutong slowly squatted down and hugged his shoulders.

Yan Zhen hated this scene the most, her tears were completely out of her control, she was buried in Yuan Hua's arms and wept silently.

He had thought about the cause of Xiyang's death, but seeing him was another matter.Witnessing the tragedy of the previous life with my own eyes, even though I knew it was a story from the past, I still couldn't hold back my tears and let it burst.

With the sound of wailing, the Taoist gradually felt that something was wrong, and turned to look at the fellow Taoist who was fighting with the tree demon—the other party ran away, and was caught by the snare he originally used to catch the tree demon.

There are only two kinds of snares - one is monsters, and the other is people with evil intentions.

Now he finally knew that he had hit the wrong person, and he couldn't help but get confused.

"This boy..."

Ziqian buried himself on the body of "Xiyang", weeping uncontrollably, his two fists were clenched tightly by his side, shaking violently.

"I'll kill you..." He blushed anxiously, and finally understood what it means to be a scholar who is useless.What principles, ethics, and mediocrity disappeared at this moment, and he turned around suddenly to pinch the Taoist priest's neck.

The Taoist stopped him, knowing that he had made a big mistake, so he could only try his best to make up for it: "I still have a way to save him!"

Ziqian slowly relaxed and regained a trace of clarity: "What can I do?"

"I just want you to pay a price..." The Taoist priest had a red mark on his neck and coughed hard, "I know a way, it's called the technique of sacrifice..."

The technique of sacrifice is to take a mortal's soul or soul and fill it into the spirit body of a monster. If the effect is good, it can greatly increase his cultivation base, and even bring him back to life.

But what the effect is depends on the degree of integration and the matching degree of this human and monster.

"Save him," Ziqian grabbed the Taoist priest's lapel, "Did you hear me, I'll let you save him!"

"Think about it, dig out your soul, and put a part of your life on the pad. The rest of your life will be accompanied by pain, ruthless, desireless, cold-hearted, even if your lover wakes up, you will not Fall in love with him again."

Ziqian's voice was hoarse: "I've made up my mind."

"The art of sacrifice is not perfect. Maybe after you give away the soul of the sky, he will not be able to wake up, and the spirit body will also be wiped out."

"Then I'll kill you first, then kill myself, and go down to accompany him."

His resoluteness does not allow any refutation, so the Taoist could only say: "In this case, I will start to peel off your soul. This technique hurts so much, you need to bite this golden pill to prevent your soul from flying away..."

Ziqian threw "Xiyang" in his arms, took the golden pill, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"No!" Now Xiyang yelled loudly, he yelled, "No! Ziqian!"

And Xiang Yushuang held him tightly, watching "Ziqian" swallow the golden elixir and accept the blade stretched towards him.

"Ziqian!" Xiyang yelled until his voice became hoarse, just listening to it felt heartbreaking, but even if he pounced on him, he couldn't stop this sacrifice... After all, this is a story from 500 years ago.

"Ah——!" Ziqian's body shook violently, his face instantly became extremely ferocious, his whole body was tense, his back was hunched, the shabby fabric was stretched open, pieces here and there, blood vessels almost Shooting through the skin, he was in excruciating pain.

This is no less than any torture, skinning, bone-stripping, cramps, or a stabbing.

Xi Yang couldn't bear to look any longer, and bit Xiang Yu's arm tightly with her teeth, and Xiang Yu, covering his eyes, finally understood where Meng's heart-piercing and unbearable pain came from.

"It's too cruel... This is too cruel..." Yan Zhen trembled, "I regret it, why did I agree to bring them over to see this?"

Yuan Hua didn't dare to look any further, he blocked Yan Zhen's ears with his fingers to prevent him from hearing Zi Qian's suppressed wailing, it was no longer a sound that a human could make, it was more like a ghost...

For half an hour, this purgatory was over.Ziqian lost all strength and collapsed on the ground, watching the Taoist priest melt his soul into the body of "Xiyang".The faint rays of light, like fireflies in summer, dazzle people's eyes.

When they were in a strong relationship, they also wrote small poems about love and affection.

Always make friends with you, and wish to be your heart.

The souls are cut and fused together, and will not be separated until death.

Always make friends with you, willing to be your bone.

There is no gap between the skin and love.

Now it is finally considered complete, you have me, and I have you.

A miracle happened.

The body of "Xiyang" was filled again, and slowly returned to the solid body, and his face was clean without any blood stains, just like the young and shy boy with white face when they first met.

Ziqian's chest trembled, and he wanted to get up and touch "Xiyang"'s face, but he couldn't move, and his breathing was also difficult. After swallowing the golden pill, he fell into a coma under the aftermath of the pain.

A smile curled up on his lips before falling asleep.

And Xiyang was almost crying, so he could only shake his head and kneel down.

What happened next, the two parties involved had long since lost their mood to read on, only Yuan Hua and Yan Zhen who secretly showed their eyes, completed the rest of the story.

The Taoist felt ashamed and stayed to take care of the pair of fateful mandarin ducks.He re-supported Xi Yang's body, and poured spiritual energy into him day and night, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.

But because Ziqian lost his soul, he lay on the bed for a whole month before he could open his eyes and speak, and he could only get out of bed and walk after a month.

Without Tian Chongpo, he gradually became taciturn, besides sitting beside "Xi Yang" in a daze, he touched his tree trunk and said a few words.

In addition, he also wrote all his feelings for Xiyang into poems, one by one, tirelessly.

A year later, Xiyang still didn't wake up. At this time, the Taoist bid farewell and left a piece of green jasper for Xiang Yutong.

"This jade is a container that can reincarnate with you. I owe you a fate. If you can't do it in this life, you may still have an afterlife. At that time, you and him will each put some blood of spiritual consciousness into it, and make a vow. Maybe you will be able to return in the next life." See you later."

Ziqian didn't thank him, took the jade and watched him go away.

When "Xi Yang" woke up again, it was already ten years later.

At the beginning, he was still ignorant, as if he didn't know Xiang Yutong, but his memory slowly came back, and finally he met Xiang Yutong again.

His son is more modest, but also darker, not like a scholar, but like a farmer.

"Have you passed the exam?"

Ziqian shook his head.

"How can this be done?" Xi Yang set foot on the ground again, "Why did I just sleep, and you just don't want to make progress!"

He seemed very angry, and forced Xiang Yuthuang to pick up the book again, asking him to go to the exam for fame.

Xiang Yuthuang said: "Fame has nothing to do with me."

Xi Yang felt that he was terribly calm, and pleaded: "You are the youngest, and you have read sage books for more than ten years, how can you say that you will not take the exam if you don't take the exam?"

Xiyang seems to have a bad memory, and he always forgets things easily. They had quarreled several times just about letting Ziqian go to the examination for fame. I want him to get back to his old job.

Ziqian never told him the truth, and finally picked up the sage book again, and tested Na Laoshizi's Juren.

But if he hasn't worked hard for ten years, he is no longer the supernatural power he used to be. A scholar in his teens has long since disappeared from everyone.

Xiyang still has a bad memory, and when he brought it up in the autumn test, Xiyang was surprised.

"I don't know when I'll be back from here..." Ziqian said, "I want a little blessing from you."

Xiyang smiled and said, "What kind of protection does Ziqian want?"

"Put some of your monster power in this piece of jade," Ziqian spread his palms, "so I have a companion on the road."

"Wait for me to come back," Ziqian said when he parted. He was determined to stand out, even if he didn't do it, he would still earn a piece of the world.

Ziqian set off.

At that time, banditry was prevalent among the people, and Ziqian met several scholars who were also rushing for the exam.They hurried quickly and took a detour to avoid the place where the bandits were infested, but they were still caught by a group of bandits and locked up in the back mountain.

Unwilling to be trapped, Ziqian wanted to instigate civil strife among the bandits, but a scholar of his accomplice was greedy for life and feared death, and shouted in fright: "I saw it secretly, and there is a piece of priceless jade on him!"

How could the bandit leader let him go easily now and force him to hand over the jade.

Ziqian watched coldly and ate jade into his stomach.

The bandits were cruel, and it was impossible to reason with them. After several tortures, they couldn't make him vomit, so they killed him and tried to open his stomach.

That night, all the bandits were killed by the thunder that fell from the sky, and none of them survived.