I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

"hiss--"

In addition to the ground crack, Shi Shushu woke up from the severe pain of the ice arrow penetrating his body.

He stood up staggeringly, the memory in his mind still remained at the moment when he was shot by the ice arrow, so he reached for his left rib, but all he could touch was blood and the water after the ice arrow melted.

"How did it become like this here?"

Shi Shushu looked up on the high platform, but there was no sign of Su Xuanzhi anywhere, and the environment he was in had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before.

I saw that under the influence of the cold air from Ping'e Suo, the entire imperial mausoleum had been covered by a thick layer of ice, and the original furnishings and appearance could not be seen at all.

But in contrast, at the break in the ice layer, leading to the deeper part of the imperial mausoleum, the aura inside was scorching like fire, and there were burnt black marks on the stone wall and the ground.

At this moment, the two breaths of cold and hot are still fighting, making Shi Shushu sometimes feel scorched by fire, and sometimes as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Thinking of the flaming guqin, Shi Shushu worried that such a ferocious thing would endanger Su Xuanzhi's life, so he stepped into the depths of the imperial tomb without thinking.

"Brother Su, where are you?"

Shi Shushu chased after the ashes on the ground all the way, the surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher, just when he could no longer bear the power of the hated piano and felt his tongue was smoking, a flaming vine not far away attracted his attention. his attention.

He quickly stepped forward and bent down to pick up the vine branch, confirming that it was undoubtedly the demon body of the vine ancestor Liu Aman. He just wanted to call out Su Xuanzhi's name, but when he raised his eyes, he couldn't help being caught by the strange scene in front of him. Startled.

In the open space, the faceless Ivy Beauty is raising her head high, as if admiring an invisible full moon.

Look at that beauty's limbs have long been turned into dark roots as hard as gold and stones, deeply rooted in a piece of scorched earth, only a green vine that is as green as blue waves shakes without wind, and every branch and leaf is burning. The raging flames are frantically growing in all directions, causing the cold ice coming from all directions to recede, turning the ground into a dazzling sea of ​​flames like a prison.

What surprised Shi Shushu the most was that at the waist and abdomen of Ivy Beauty, in the tree hole where countless greedy souls were once buried, a young man in white with a piano was standing on top of the bones with his eyes closed.

Su Xuanzhi's expression was painful, but he still used a pair of bloody hands to caress the Liaohen Qin in his arms, making clangs and clangs.

"Brother Su, wake up!"

Seeing his actions, Shi Shushu knew that Su Xuanzhi wanted to subdue this artifact for his own use, so he took the risk of entering the piano with his divine sense.

But the spirit of the ancient artifact, with an arrogant heart, is not something that mortals can control. Instead, it was controlled by Henqin and became the help of Naqin in the fight against Pingxiusuo.

Wood produces fire, a mortal who has not practiced yet but takes the wood demon as his guardian. He is undoubtedly the best host of the magic weapon of extreme flames. Now this hate piano is using Su Xuanzhi's hand to summon its lost strings. Returning is the time for the two incompatible artifacts to compete.

"Su Xuanzhi!" Shi Shushu shouted loudly, and he walked towards the burning vine tree, trying to wake up that man from the control of Henqin.

The cry reached the ears of the qin player as if calling for souls, but it still had some effect after all.

There was a momentary pause in the sound of the zither, and Shi Shushu saw that Su Xuanzhi was showing signs of struggling, so he couldn't help rushing forward with a happy face.

It's a pity that Henqin hasn't found anyone to hear it for nearly [-] years since it gave up its life for a music idiot, not to mention that it is now anxious to deal with the ice-bound situation of quelling evil cables, so naturally it will not let Shi Shushu Take people away.

So the moment it sensed that the scholar in Tsing Yi was approaching, the piano sounded again, and the fire-bathed vines immediately bound Shi Shushu's hands and feet, preventing him from approaching again.

The fire burned along the vines, and Shi Shushu was burned in pain, and he clenched his fists immediately.He wanted to yell again, but the vines wrapped around his neck, preventing him from making any more noise.

In a critical moment, the Sorrow Stone jumped out of his sleeve. Although Shi Shushu couldn't speak, he communicated with the protector.

"Little Yinzi, you have a way to wake him up, right?" he asked.

The Sorrow Stone never responded with words, but its actions have already proved its ability.Let's see that stone turned into a stream of silver light, jumping to Su Xuanzhi's eyebrows, during which there were countless vines blocking it, but it dodged them one by one.

For Little Yinzi, it was originally a monster tempered in fire, even if it was the world's most scorching fire, it would only hurt it, not kill it.

Suddenly, when Xiao Yinzi tried to enter Su Xuanzhi's consciousness to help him out of trouble.

The young man in white who was playing the piano slowly opened his eyes, he smiled and asked the scholar, "Come here, do you have any regrets?"

When Shi Shushu heard Su Xuanzhi's words, he looked at the young man in white clothes and found that the other party's eyes were shining with a gloomy light reflecting Xinghuo, and he knew that it was not Su Xuanzhi himself who was talking to him at this time, but Qin who hated Qin. spirit.

"Yes." Shi Shushu answered truthfully, even though Little Yinzi had sent him a dangerous message warning him to leave as soon as possible, but he still wanted to stay and face the torture of Qin Ling with Su Xuanzhi.

"They said on the stage that you sang the wrong words, but I know that the story should have been sung just like you..."

Shi Shu paused, and he recalled his hometown, that remote, poor and stereotyped village, almost oppressed and unable to breathe. .seven

Shijiazhen has always been xenophobic, so he has no idea why the penniless scholar in the past picked up a child of unknown origin, raised him up with painstaking efforts, taught him benevolence, righteousness, and etiquette, and accompanied him to study write.

And from a very young age, Shi Shushu knew that he was not Father's parent and son, because when he was seven years old, the person Father cared about came back from afar. Honest and honest man.

At first, Shi Shushu also had doubts, why the person his father had been waiting for was not a woman, but soon he saw the two of them raising their eyebrows together, calm and satisfied, and knew that the deep-rooted love could make each other get rid of each other. The restraint of flesh and blood is beyond the mundane.

What's more, they were originally such good two people.

But the ridiculous thing is that Shi Shushu probably forgot when he was young. In the vast number of books he has read, good people may not be forgiven by the world.

After the news about his two fathers spread in the town, they were immediately opposed by a group of respected elders. They even did not hesitate to ask for the family rules, but they still couldn't let the two of them loosen their grip.

To this day, Shi Shushu still remembers the situation of that day.

It often rains in Shijia Town in June, but only that time the rain was particularly cold. When it hit the two figures kneeling together in front of the ancestral hall, the rain fell from the scars on their backs that were almost visible When it flows down, it turns into blood.

But the strange thing is that Shi Shushu looked at the straight backs of the two of them, and suddenly felt that they who were kneeling in the rain at this moment, who were tolerated by the world, were not alone at all.

On the contrary, it was those people who hurriedly hid in the ancestral hall to avoid the rain. Shi Shushu saw contempt and contempt in their eyes. They flicked the moisture from their sleeves in disgust, as if they would kneel outside the ancestral hall if they got a little bit of it. people become dirty.

These people crowded together, although there were a lot of people, but Shi Shushu clearly saw their dodging eyes, none of the people present dared to look at his father, they looked so embarrassed!