Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

Although the facial features of the two are the same, if you observe carefully, you can find that the facial lines of the person in this picture are softer, and the expressions are more vivid.

It's not that Ying Wuxia is usually so stern and unreasonable, but that he seldom reveals his emotions and keeps everything in his heart; as for the people in this picture, at least since he appeared until now, Hu Yizhou has been able to clearly understand From the bottom of his eyes, he can see the care and worry for another person.

The imprint disappeared, and there was a deviation in personality. Is it really just that they look alike?

but……

Hu Yizhou frowned, looking at the person in the picture, he couldn't accept it - so similar, even the facial features are exactly the same, is it really just a coincidence?

Thinking about it carefully, he has not seen Senior Brother Ying for a long time. The last time he saw him was in the Gongde Pavilion five years ago, when he returned from a trip, and Senior Brother Ying was about to go down the mountain. He still remembered that Senior Brother Ying I took one mission at the sky level and two missions at the earth level, because I have completed many similar missions before, so no one thought that something would happen, but who knows, even after that day, no one saw Ying Senior brother.

Even if Senior Brother Ying's soul lamp has been on all the time and there is nothing wrong with it, there was a news three years ago, but the person never showed up... Or, did Senior Brother Ying encounter some misfortune related to that person just now? ?

Once this idea arises, it is difficult to get rid of it—rather than making him believe that the one in front of him looks exactly like Ying Wuxia but has nothing to do with Ying Wuxia, Hu Yizhou would rather believe that it is because of something that Ying Wuxia encountered outside that he changed. That's it.

After going out, he had to send a message to the master first. In the past few years, the old man has been thinking about it.

Having made up his mind, Hu Yizhou regained his senses and looked at the light group again. Because of his distraction just now, he missed a part of the middle, but this did not prevent him from being astonished at the current scene——

"Ying Wuxia" actually got into a fight with that person again, and he was the first to strike.

Hu Yizhou was a little dazed. Ying Wuxia took such meticulous care of the person just now that he didn't even care about his own injuries. He was still thinking about the misunderstanding between the two of them after the person woke up, maybe they could talk , Let's talk openly, who knows that his senior brother turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and drew his sword without saying a word.

Hu Yizhou, who was watching from the side, could clearly see that when the man came to look for "Ying Wuxia", he was in a good mood, obviously not here to provoke trouble, who knew that as soon as he entered the door, the point of the sword that was shining coldly stabbed straight at him.

Only then did Hu Yizhou see clearly what that man looked like.

It was a rather handsome face, wearing a plain robe, it looked like a scholar, gentle and harmless, with a strange feeling; but once shot, the gentle coat was torn in an instant, replaced by It is a sinister air.

That person was obviously furious at "Ying Wuxia"'s actions, and after failing to communicate in a few words, he was furious, and without mercy, the two fought together again.

When the two met for the first time, because of the angle, the person's figure was not clearly visible, and Hu Yizhou's attention was mostly on "Ying Wuxia", but this time, he happened to have all the movements of the two of them in his eyes.

And it was precisely because he could see clearly that Hu Yizhou was even more shocked—the man who looked like a scholar took out a small tower with nine floors. , I only saw the bell shaking, but I couldn't hear the sound of the bell—although I knew the origin of the tower, it was clearly the same as the red tower mark on Ying Wuxia's neck.

Hu Yizhou stared at the tower in the man's hand in astonishment, something flashed through his mind quickly, but the momentary feeling disappeared too quickly to be grasped.

Next, Hu Yizhou looked at the two people in the light group in a daze, and felt that his mind was a mess.

At some point in the sky, snow began to flutter, and soon the earth was covered with a layer of plain color.

"Ying Wuxia" stepped lightly on the ground with his toes, and his figure suddenly rose into the air. The long sword in his hand stabbed violently at the man. The ice and snow on the edge of the sword instantly solidified into thin and sharp ice, and the sword edge passed by. The snowflakes immediately condensed into an invisible sharp weapon, and the spiritual power of "Ying Wuxia" was accompanied by a strong wind, causing the snow to spin like a dragon roaring in the snow.

"Ying Wuxia" almost swept the opponent's face with his sword. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and retreated suddenly, but the sharp edge of the sword still swept across his cheek.

The bright red splashed on the snow-white ground was extremely dazzling.

The scholar's shoulders trembled slightly, and a long snake formed by a condensed layer of black air slowly appeared from behind him, and the strong air flow blew his long hair and clothes flying in the snow.

A dark light flashed across the black tower in his hand, and the bell hanging from the eaves of the tower rang wildly, but no sound could be heard.

Immediately, a cloudy and majestic force descended violently from the sky, and the force along the way was so strong that it actually caused a series of sonic booms to resound in midair.

The majestic energy blasted down brazenly, ruthlessly and quickly, and hit "Ying Wuxia" directly on the body, causing the latter's body to tremble violently.

After a while, finally unable to bear the impact, following a slight sound in the air, "Ying Wuxia" groaned, supported the ground with his sword, bent down, and spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. There was a distorted arc on the ground, and the face of "Ying Wuxia" also lost all blood at this moment.

Even Hu Yizhou, who was a bystander, seemed to smell the smell of blood in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow were getting stronger, and even the line of sight began to be obstructed.

In such an extremely harsh environment, the bloody battle between the two finally came to an end gradually.

The snow on the ground fell layer after layer, so thick that even if it fell, there were only some slight sounds.

"Ying Wuxia" fell on his back in the snow. The goose-feather snow soon stained him white, and his bloody right hand fell powerlessly to his side, as if he knew the end of his master. The light seemed to dim, and was covered by the tireless falling snow in an instant.

"—"

Heavy footsteps rustled in the snow, leaving a string of blood-stained footprints of different shades on the pure white ground.

The scholar was also at the end of his strength, he staggered to "Ying Wuxia", saw the other party's face paler than the snow fell down in the snow, his figure swayed, his knees were heavy, and he knelt beside the latter with a relaxed expression. Stunned, he stretched out his hand to caress that pale face, his lips trembled, and his voice was low and inaudible.

——"Brother Ying!"

Hu Yizhou never expected such an ending, he hugged the light ball in front of him tightly with both hands, almost losing control.

Although there were still some doubts about the identity of the person inside, when the face that I had known for more than 20 or [-] years fell lifelessly in the snow, my whole heart suddenly jumped.

The scholar who also did not accept this kind of ending couldn't turn back the response of the subordinate, his handsome face gradually showed a distorted and crazy color, he hugged him up, and sent spiritual power into the opponent's body like crazy.

Reason told Hu Yizhou that it was too late, it was too late, but emotionally he was unwilling to accept it, his eyes fell on that bloodless face, hoping for a miracle to appear...

Perhaps, there really are miracles in this world.

On the closed eyes, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened.

Before the scholar could be happy, the arc of the corner of his mouth was frozen.

He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the long wound, the bright red blood was continuously gushing out.

Looking at "Ying Wuxia" again, there was no trace of confusion in his eyes, he was clearly sober.

"……You lied to me……"

"Ying Wuxia" didn't answer, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and he pressed his palm on the scholar's heart like lightning, and a faint spiritual light covered his palm.

The scholar didn't know if it was hurt by "Ying Wuxia"'s actions, so he didn't move any more, just fell on his back in the snow, looking coldly at the figure above.

"Ying Wuxia" pressed his right palm on the scholar's heart, and quickly changed a set of extremely complicated formulas with his left palm. His complexion was even worse than before, and blood overflowed from the corners of his straight mouth, but he still frowned. The set of formulas is completed, and then, release the right palm, left hand

Hu Yizhou's unbelievable gaze penetrated the scholar's flesh and blood... After a while, "Ying Wuxia" withdrew his hand, and there seemed to be something hidden in the clenched palm.

The scholar lost consciousness when "Ying Wuxia" passed through him. "Ying Wuxia" panted heavily, and slowly opened his clenched hand, a wisp of purple-black, life-like breath wanted to escape, but was burned by the sudden white flame, and there was a piercing and sharp sound in the snow instantly , Resounding through the sky.

Finally, the voice gradually became lower until it was gone.

At the same time, the white flame gradually extinguished.

"Ying Wuxia" couldn't hold on any longer, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the snow, his eyes had already started to turn black, but he still tried his best to stabilize his figure, gritted his teeth and pulled himself together, and took the magic tower left by the master , looking at the unconscious person beside him, his trembling fingers reached the corner of the person's mouth to wipe away the bright red from the corner of his mouth, and a pale and feeble smile appeared on his face.

After sending the scholar into the tower, he exhausted his last strength and placed several restrictions around the magic tower...

After doing all this, "Ying Wuxia" fell headlong into the snow without a sound.

The heavy snow soon covered his figure, burying everything under layers of white, without a trace, as if nothing happened...