【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

"Xiao Xingchen! Wake up quickly! Xiao Xingchen! Xiao Xingchen! Xiao Xingchen! Xiao Xingchen..."

In the chaotic consciousness, there is always a stubborn voice shouting tirelessly, that voice sounds domineering at first, but after hearing it too much, it feels really pitiful.And he desperately needed quiet, calm, and escape from this voice, and after struggling, he woke up unexpectedly.

The first thing to do was to find his own Shuanghua Saber. This was a habit he had developed since he first started practicing kendo since he was a child, and it had become an instinct for many years.

But at this moment, all he could find were weeds and sand. He didn't know where he was lying, the surroundings were empty and quiet, and the night sky was unobstructed. Eyes appear brighter and clearer.

Blinking, the lying person sat up in surprise, isn't he blind?His pair of eyes should have been given to Zichen, why can he see now?

No, not only should he be blind, but he should already be dead. He recalled that he killed himself with a sword, and even shattered his soul, in order not to return to this world that made him despair.

"Xiao Xingchen, you are no longer the original you."

An old voice sounded, and he realized that there was someone not far away. From a distance, he seemed to be a thin old man. He was dressed in black and was sitting still as firm as a rock. He was wearing a black hat, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Who?

Xiao Xingchen, who had just woken up, was like a frightened bird, and immediately entered a defensive state, and his subordinates unconsciously touched his Shuanghua saber, but there was no saber, only white clothes and soft cloth all over his body, and there was nothing to use for self-defense utensils, but the weeds with thorns cut their hands.

He was not such a cautious and nervous person.

But it was precisely because of his lack of care and mistaken faith in villains that he committed an irreversible heinous mistake, entangled in grief, and committed suicide by suicide.The pain was so hot that it burned in his soul and has never been extinguished, and it finally made him remember to beware of unknown people.

"Who are you?! Where is this?! I... why didn't I die?!"

"Song Daochang took your soul and ran here and there for two years to find a way to replenish the soul, and never gave up. Child, you should not give up on yourself."

The old voice carried the distant Zen meaning of seeing through the world, and said peacefully: "Nian you two are extremely talented, and they once devoted themselves to eliminating demons and demons. In addition, Nianzhu, the Shuanghua sword spirit, and there is another one who is obsessed with you." She's an old friend... this is what gives you a chance to be reborn in this world."

"Song Daochang... Zichen?! Zichen is still alive?!" Xiao Xingchen's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed, his face showed no joy of rebirth and reunion, he clenched his hands in his sleeves, remembering the past, and closed his eyes Sadly said: "But I, what face do I have to see him..."

"Ugh……"

The old man in black sighed, with a strange distant echo in his breath.

"Xiao Xingchen, the so-called one who desires a heavenly immortal should establish a thousand and three hundred good deeds, and one who desires an earthly immortal should establish three hundred good deeds. But you have killed many innocent people by mistake, and you have no chance of immortality in this life, but you only hope that the merits and demerits can be offset, and you can end well. Re-enter reincarnation and start over again. There are still many resentful spirits waiting for you to cross in this world. Your nature is pure and kind, so don’t waste your cultivation. Crossing others can also cross yourself, not to mention, there is still a lonely soul that must be crossed by you .”

"Wraith? Lonely soul?"

Xiao Xingchen murmured.

That's right, those innocent lives who died tragically under his hands must have become vengeful spirits and refused to disperse, and refused to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.He himself is a monk, he can kill himself with a horizontal sword, and he can even take the initiative to shatter his soul, but what about them?

People who died in vain before the end of their lives often have resentment in their souls. If they are dominated and corroded by resentment, it will be difficult for this kind of soul to re-enter reincarnation on its own initiative and reincarnate as a human being.

Besides, which one is the lonely soul that must be crossed by him?So persistent, is he also the one who died under his sword?

It turns out that death is not an apology. There is no escape from this crime, and one has to face it after all.

Xiao Xingchen looked around and found himself on the top of the mountain surrounded by a huge magic circle.Weeds are overgrown on the ground below him, and there is no law but vitality.

For a while, he couldn't accept the fact that he had returned to the world, he concentrated on adjusting his breath, and tried to calm down the messy mind. Soon, he heard footsteps approaching in a hurry.

As far as the eye could see, a man in black came towards the top of the mountain in the wind against the night. It was his good friend Song Zichen.

The eyes of the two met, and Song Zichen quickened his pace with eyes full of joy. When he came close, there was no other figure beside Xiao Xingchen, and it was as if the old man in black had never existed.

Xiao Xingchen didn't realize when the old man disappeared.

"That old fairy comes and goes without a trace, it has always been like this." Zichen was not surprised, suppressed the joy of reuniting with his best friend, and helped Xiao Xingchen up from the ground, and the two of them respectfully looked at the old fairy just sitting I bowed at the place to express my gratitude and farewell.

After the worship, Xiao Xingchen was still full of shame and didn't know how to face his friend who had died under his sword.

"Song Lan, I..."

"Xingchen, if you apologize, you don't need to say it."

"Zichen, are you now...?"

"I'm still me."

"Where's A-Qing?"

"Well, it's a long story, I'll tell you in detail after I go back and have a rest."

"Hmm... Where's my Shuanghua Saber?"

"You are Shuanghua."

"what?"

"You have died by suicide for more than ten years, and there is no physical body left. Only Shuanghua can carry your soul and restore your original appearance."

"Oh……"

"I can go find a spirit sword for you when I go down the mountain."

"...No need, just a normal saber, I don't want...to use a sword that can direct corpse energy."