Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

A table, a teapot, two chairs, a screen, and a bamboo bed.

Wen Junqing searched for a long time and almost turned the whole building upside down, but there were indeed only these things.The right arm invaded by the corpse poison was still aching, and she sat on the ground a little weakly.

Like the last grass that overwhelms a camel.

Incapable of doing anything, simply because of incompetence.

"Xuanji, Xuanji..." Wen Junqing murmured, at this moment, the corpse poison had affected her sanity after all, her body was slightly hot, and she had a fever. No matter how high her cultivation was, she was still a mortal.

Xuanji always does everything well, she has her way, she has her own things to do, but what about herself?There is always no will, no ability to think, and drifting with the flow.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't meet his father's requirements, couldn't protect everyone, and someone died because of him.

Wen Junqing gradually fell into a desperate situation, unable to get out of the increasingly solid cage that he had set for himself all the time.

When the mind arises, all kinds of demons arise; when the mind ceases, all kinds will perish.

Black demonic energy slowly emerged from the heart, like a partner's hand, gentle and tender, and quickly caressed his whole body.The pain went away, like sleeping in the warm sun afternoon, she didn't want to wake up.Wen Junqing slowly closed his eyes. The right arm was covered with black and blue, but this time it seemed to be expelled by something. Black and blue particles slowly emerged from the arm and then dissipated.

When she opened her eyes again, Wen Junqing sat in a daze for a while, looked at her sword, and after a long time, she understood what she was going to do.

Since you can't protect it, then kill yourself.

The author has something to say: "How did it become like this?"

"The temperament of these two people is not like this."

"Li Changgeng, do you dare to say that this was not created by your selfishness?"

"It's God's will."

"..."

"You wait and see."

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This paragraph was originally intended to be placed at the end, but it looks abrupt no matter how you look at it, but everything has been written, so let’s treat it as an easter egg.

nüè is done here, really no more nüè, no more nüè.

I have a lot of classes on Monday, and I may change it on Tuesday to see if I can finish writing.Wednesday is the May Day holiday. I won’t update from the 1st to the 4th. I wish you all a happy May Day holiday and good luck. Those who are not interested will hit the peach blossoms. ^?

Chapter 15

The heart demon is mysterious and mysterious, like a demon but not a demon.

The only way is that everyone in the world has greed, anger, ignorance, and obsessions. The demons come from this, and they will never disappear.It is also said that all people in the world have defects, confusion and obsession, and if they are haunted by demons, they will magnify their defects or distort them.

People are still the same person, but they don't know their mistakes, they insist on going their own way, that's all.

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Wen Junqing walked out of the bamboo building, and stood quietly in an open place in front of the building, with a large black cloud covering the top of the head, covering the full moon, and the world became strangely dark.

The night crows were croaking, a gust of wind blew by, and the leaves above their heads collided together, rattling.

A few inaudible footsteps were hidden inside, and Wen Junqing caught them.

Very light, very light, like a leopard watching its prey.

What a coincidence, I was also hunting.

Wen Junqing held out his sword, and a brilliance instantly floated on the edge of the sword, but the color of the brilliance was different from the previous bright and thorough, it was a little dim.Pinching tactics, heart mantra, human-sword fusion, these things were completed in an instant, and by the way, a sharp sword energy was thrown to the right behind him.

Xuanji seemed to be hearing impaired. Wen Junqing's eyes followed the trembling bushes around him, sighed secretly, filled the sword in his hand with true energy, and then thrust it into the ground. In an instant, the ground within a mile radius was covered by the sword energy. It was soaring, the gravel trembled wildly, and the bushes were split to pieces, but there was no shelter, and the person who wanted to see was still not seen.

It's gone, that's——

Wen Junqing concentrated, quickly raised two fingers, and gathered the condensate shield on the top of her head. When she heard a muffled bang, her body sank, at least she blocked Xuanji's attack from the top.

When he looked up, the person disappeared again.

"Xuanji." Wen Junqing murmured softly, and turned his hand to block another blow from the vest with the blade of his sword.

She really knows the other party too well, so that the other party will choose the strategy of relying on speed to attack in order to make use of her strengths and avoid confrontation with herself.

This time, all the black qi blades came down from the top, but Wen Junqing didn't use the sword to block the top, but only used the zhenqi condensed god shield to protect the top, and the tip of the sword in his hand stabbed behind him. Gained ten percent of his strength.

There was a sound of tearing cloth and silk, Wen Junqing turned around slowly, and finally saw Xuanji, the sword blade naturally pierced into the opponent's body as she thought, but there was also a pain in her stomach that penetrated into the bone marrow, Looking down, it was pierced by a black blade.

They all know each other so well, even if the inhuman person in front of them is only a shell, the subconscious thinking inside is still the same as before.

After all, the piercing position deviated from the heart's promise. Seeing the skin under and around the wound where the sword pierced was rippling like water, wriggling and twisting, the wound slowly stopped bleeding, repaired, and then ate away at the blade.

Seeing the black roiling demonic energy slowly condense into a sword, the tip of the sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows, Wen Junqing curled his lips, smiled wryly, and raised his hand to touch Xuanji, but his wrist paused in the air for a second, Finally give up.

There were dark red lines on Xuanji's cheeks, and her black hair was hanging down, fluttering in the wind. These did not match her face with low brows and almond eyes, which looked a bit unworldly.Wen Junqing recalled a long, long time ago, probably 300 years ago, that face that was a little pale, slightly dark under the eyes, and sickly, but the corners of the eyes and brows were full of vigor, and the eyes were shining brightly.In fact, Xuanji still suits her own face.

What a nostalgia.

Suddenly something loosened in his heart. Wen Junqing was confused for a moment, and then came back to his senses. He was surprised that he had the idea of ​​killing Xuanji before. When the spike came down, Wen Junqing hurriedly raised his sword to block it, but was beaten back several steps by the huge force.

"click".

A crisp sound came to his ears, Wen Junqing thought that the ancient sword was overwhelmed and shattered, and raised his heart to stare at the more than a dozen black gasification blades that Xuanji pierced again. At this time, a strange feeling came from his body, like warm water flowing through The whole body was normal, a white light flashed, and Wen Junqing's last consciousness was that he had stepped on the restriction again.

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What is the restriction this time?

After Wen Junqing woke up, he looked around. He was sitting on the ground with his back against a big tree. A few rays of broken warm sun were falling from the leaves above his head. The person in the gray and white gown was squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

A very familiar sight.

slap.

A small stone fell from nowhere, hit his sleeve, bounced to the ground, and rolled around. Wen Junqing was surprised that he would be attacked by such a thing and wanted to use his spiritual sense to check it out, but He found that his cultivation was actually only in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

"You're lazy again, did you sleep comfortably?"

Wen Junqing turned her head, and saw a face with a playful expression but no malice, with the corners of her mouth raised high, and a pale face.

"I didn't pick the medicine. Even if you are the first, you can't be so presumptuous. Well, I was very lucky today. I saw several medicinal herbs that the master wanted along the way here. I will take this bag to you for business." While talking, Xuanji threw a gray cloth bag with the Wanyang Academy emblem on it to Wen Junqing.

"Hey, are you sleeping so drowsily? There are tears in your eyes when you wake up." Xuanji frowned seeing the wetness in Wen Junqing's eyes, and didn't think about anything else.After all, it is absolutely impossible for this condolence face to cry out because of the poor homework. Since it is not crying, it is naturally tears when waking up.

"The master will come here in a moment to gather people back to the academy. You should pack up yourself, and don't delay our return because of your scolding." After speaking, Xuanji ran away without a trace.

Wen Junqing looked at the gray cloth bag in her arms, the opening could be seen full of medicinal materials, she raised her sleeves, and covered her face lightly.

No wonder those gray long gowns look so familiar. It turns out that I have returned to Wanyang Academy, back to the place where everything started more than 300 years ago.

Wen Junqing didn't want to find out what the current situation was, whether it was a disaster or a blessing, whether it was back in the past like the gate of life and death, or everything was just an illusion.Anyway, waking up to everything is a frustrating and unsolvable ending. It is better to start this life again, Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.