【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xiao Xingchen moved his toes, his sword light flickered, and a gust of breeze slowly rose, gently enveloping Xue Yang and Yizhuang. In the center surrounded by the breeze, the wind held up his large sleeves, making his figure sway like a white crane , while swinging his sword, he opened his mouth to read out the moves. The words were spoken in a very soft voice, but they spread in all directions with ethereal echoes. Xue Yang could hear that every four words corresponded to a sword style. poem.

Frank and upright, extremely elegant, no matter how you look at it, there is no murderous intent.

Xue Yang breathed a sigh of relief, laughing at himself for worrying too much.If Xiao Xingchen knew the truth one day, he would draw his sword directly to face each other, there would be no deep scheming.

After showing a whole set of sword skills, the clear sword light fell steadily back into Xiao Xingchen's hands, and he asked a little nervously, "How?"

Xue Yang applauded.

"Does this sword technique have a name?"

"Let's call it Qingfeng Swordsmanship."

"It's so simple? I see that you have painstakingly named the names of these sixteen moves, and I almost can't understand them. Why are you naming them so casually?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "It's not casual either. You can see that this sword technique creates a cool breeze when it is swung. Isn't it just suitable for this name? When you feel restless in your blood, you can practice it according to my method. It can help you concentrate and calm down, and it will be of great benefit to your own cultivation."

Xue Yang studied with Xiao Xingchen for a few days, and after getting a deep understanding of this sword technique, he became less interested.

The non-destructive swordsmanship is indeed as Xiao Xingchen said, it is purely helpful to "clear the mind and calmness", "abandon distracting thoughts", and "stabilize the mind".

Most of Xiao Xingchen's mentality along the way requires meditation and patience, so that he can breathe with the world and control all things.Xiao Xingchen grew up in the mountains since he was a child, and under the careful guidance of Baoshan Sanren, he can easily reach the state of resting breath and entering concentration. He uses Qingfeng swordsmanship effortlessly.

Xue Yang was different. He had too many distracting thoughts in his mind. Even though he was gifted and intelligent, he could memorize the mental method within ten days, but he still couldn't calm down and concentrate. The Qingfeng sword method only scratched the surface.

Holding her blind stick, A-Qing sneered, "Why did the wind stop? Daoist, you'd better stop teaching him, it's a waste of effort!"

Xue Yang looked at the weak wind around his sword with disgust.

What the hell, why did he still only be able to control such a weak gust of wind after more than ten days of practice? Could it be that Xiao Xingchen didn't teach well and had some reservations?

"It doesn't matter, haste makes waste. If you practice more in the future, you will definitely gain something. Also,"

Xiao Xingchen paused unnaturally for a moment.

"I wrote down the sixteen sword moves and mental techniques for you, so that you can remember them easily. Keep them well and don't let others see them."

I always felt that Xiao Xingchen had an indescribably weird expression on his face. Xue Yang glanced back and forth at the few pieces of paper Xiao Xingchen handed over, but he couldn't see anything strange.

It is enough to know how to use the mind method, what is the name of the moves, why does Xiao Xingchen bother so much, and connect the names of the sixteen moves into a poem, the so-called "right way" is to pay attention to it.

Xue Yang sneered and mocked, folded the few pieces of paper and put them in his bosom.

"Daozhang, why don't you teach me those powerful swordsmanship that can subdue demons and eliminate evil spirits?"

"I can teach you, but you have to learn the sword method step by step. In fact, you are very smart. The reason why your cultivation is limited must be because the order of practice was not right before. When you understand the Qingfeng swordsmanship thoroughly, I can teach you more. "

Xue Yang liked this statement very much.

I can wait for you.

As Xiao Xingchen himself promised, they still have a lot of future to look forward to.

Unfortunately, this expectation was cut off within a few months, and Song Zichen found Yicheng.

When Baoshan said goodbye back then, Xiao Xingchen did not say goodbye. Song Zichen has been tracking his friends since he recovered from his injury and regained his sight. He hopes to apologize for Bai Xueguan's anger back then, and also hopes to take care of his blind friends.

It never occurred to them that when they found it, they found that Xue Yang was also with Xiao Xingchen, and they planned some kind of conspiracy to deceive Xiao Xingchen.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Seeing the person surnamed Song, the long-extinguished fire in Xue Yang's heart burned again.

"Smelly Taoist priest, I come out to buy vegetables on a whim, and you will spoil the scenery!"

What "Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen"?How could this person surnamed Song and Xiao Xingchen have the same name as a pair?

It's better to find him, kill him, and no one will come to Xiao Xingchen in this world again.

Even if there are, they will come and kill a few.

That's right, by killing the person surnamed Song, Xiao Xingchen can cut off the most important connection between Xiao Xingchen and this world. From then on, Xiao Xingchen can stay in Yicheng without any worries, and let him squeeze him.

Xue Yang showed fierce eyes like jackals.

To anger Song Zichen, lead him to show his flaws, sprinkle poisonous corpse powder, and cut his tongue.

Xue Yang did it in one go.

The most ingenious stroke in the treacherous fate is that Xiao Xingchen appeared at the right time, piercing Song Zichen's heart with a sword in his chest.

"Shuanghua is different, I'll follow the guide to take a look." Xiao Xingchen said curiously, "It's been a long time since I've seen a walking corpse around here. It's still the only one. Did it come from another place?"

If the laughter in his heart could be heard, the whole Yicheng would tremble for Xue Yang's laughter.

So happy that she didn't notice A-Qing who was hiding in the corner and peeping at everything.

The next day, after buying vegetables and returning to Yizhuang, what greeted him was Xiao Xingchen's cold sword.

Sure enough, as he expected, as soon as Xiao Xingchen knew his true identity, he couldn't wait to draw his sword to face him.

"Is it fun?"

"Fun. Why not fun."

"What do you want to do when you've been by my side all these years?"

"Who knows. Maybe it's boring."

The uneasy heart that had been hanging in the air, finally fell to the ground, and then shattered to the ground.

I want to tell the unfinished story again.

"Daoist Xiao Xingchen, my unfinished story. You don't want to hear the second half now, do you? But I want to tell it anyway. After I finish, if you still think it's my fault, you can do whatever you want."

"That kid, seeing the man who coaxed him to deliver the letter, felt aggrieved but also very happy. He cried and rushed to tell him: The letter has been delivered, but the snacks are gone. Can you give me another plate."

"And that man seems to have just been found by that burly man. He was beaten up and his face was bruised. Then he saw this dirty child hugging his leg. He was extremely irritable and kicked him away."

"He got into the ox cart and asked the driver to leave immediately. The child got up from the ground and ran after the ox cart. He wanted to eat the plate of sweet snacks so much that he finally caught up. He waved in front of the cart to let him go. They stopped. The man, disturbed by his cries, took the whip from the coachman's hand, and struck him on the head, knocking him down."

"Then, the wheels rolled over from the child's hands one by one!"

"Seven years old! One left hand bone was completely broken, and one finger was crushed into a puddle of mud on the spot! This man is Chang Ping's father."

"Daoist Xiao Xingchen, when you arrested me and went to the Jinlin Terrace, you were very righteous! You blamed me for killing people all over the house because of a little suspicion. Is it because you don't know the pain if your fingers don't grow on your body! I don't know What kind of heart-piercing screams came out of my own mouth! Why did I kill his whole family? Why didn’t you ask him why he came to tease me to amuse me?! Today’s Xue Yang is worshiping The gift of Chang Ci'an in the past! The Chang family of Liyang is just reaping the fruit of itself!"

……

What's the use of saying this?Could it be that Xiao Xingchen was really expected to agree with him?It was impossible to know without thinking about it, but he still wanted to say it.

"Your fingers belong to you, but your life belongs to others. No matter how many people you kill, it won't be worth it. There are only fifty people, how can it be worth one finger of mine?"

Ever since he cut off his finger at the age of seven, he never looked forward to the future, except for the three years when he was with Xiao Xingchen.

But why, knowing that he was Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen rejected him so much.

Could three years of getting along be worth a name?In order to stay here, he suppressed it for so long, gave up so much, and almost became another person.

It's the first time I've said so much, I hope to get even a little understanding, but what can I get in exchange?

Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear it anymore: "... Xue Yang, you are... so disgusting..."

Disgusting... ha.

You even said that I was disgusting, but you didn't know that you were as disgusting as me.Let me tell you exactly what you did.

Like a wounded and cornered beast, Xue Yang could no longer hold back his words.

"Recently, we haven't gone out to kill walking corpses at night, have we? But in the past two years, did we go out to kill a bunch of them every few days?"

"Do I need to tell you again, who is that walking corpse you killed yesterday?"

It's unbelievable, if you really don't believe it, you can ask your friend to come over and confront you.

By the way, he has been made into a murderous corpse by me.

There is no such thing as a bright moon and a cool breeze in this world, and there is no such thing as proud snow and frost.

It was me who won, and it was a matter of course, a big victory.

Xue Yang looked up to the sky and laughed, and when he came back to his senses, what he saw was the horrible wound on Xiao Xingchen's neck and the bloody white clothes.

The dazzling red of blood has always been attractive in Xue Yang's eyes, except for this moment.

All previous perceptions have been subverted.

The mind went blank for a moment, and then was filled with resentment.

To know the truth and want to die?Did Xiao Xingchen think that he could escape him if he died?

"You forced me!"

"It's better to be dead! Only those who are dead are obedient."

Heh, if he becomes a murderous corpse, he will not be his puppet from now on, so he will continue to accompany him, and Xiao Xingchen has to do whatever he asks Xiao Xingchen to do.

Xue Yang set up the formation for refining the murderous corpse, and even prepared the food and drinks. He believed that Xiao Xingchen would wake up in a short time, and obeyed his words. Even if he knew that he was Xue Yang, he could completely abandon the hatred between the two of them.

It's better this way, he doesn't have to hide it anymore.

Time and life flowed away together, the sky was already dark, but Xiao Xingchen was still awake.

It's been too long, so long that fear overwhelms the top, Xue Yang re-arranges the formation, and stretches out his hand to test again, only to find a few pieces of Xiao Xingchen's broken soul.

He didn't understand, how could Xiao Xingchen hate him so much, not only killed himself, but also shattered his soul? !Do you hate him that much? !

There was a sharp voice in my heart screaming at the top of my lungs, and my anger had never burned so intensely like this moment.

Xue Yang got up abruptly, ran rampant in the room, smashed and kicked, and felt a burst of panic after venting earth-shatteringly.

Corpse-refining formations don't work, wounds don't work, and threatening shouts don't work either.

That Xiao Xingchen who always smiles, the Xiao Xingchen who is gentle and indulgent to him, the Xiao Xingchen who gives him a candy every day, will it really never wake up again?

As soon as he thought of this, the anger was completely extinguished, Xue Yang's body and mind felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was completely cold from the inside out.He grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arm, carried the corpse on his back, and hurried out of the Yizhuang. When he went out, he almost tripped over the high threshold.

"Spirit-locking sac, spirit-locking sac, by the way, I need a spirit-locking sac..."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, the last chapter of Memory Killing