【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Under the gazebo, Xiao Xingchen rescued another vengeful spirit, opened his eyes after reciting the mantra of passing away, and saw that many autumn leaves had fallen on the hem of his white clothes, and a young face was lying on top of the fallen leaves. between.

Xue Yang fell asleep on the ground next to him again.Except for his head resting on his clothes, the rest of his body was exposed on the cold and hard ground.

This is always the case after traveling together. Xue Yang can obviously find a more comfortable place to sleep, but he doesn't. It seems that being comfortable or not is secondary, and whether he is close or not is the most important thing.

Xiao Xingchen has always been kind to people, not to mention people, even an animal suffering in front of him is unbearable, now Xue Yang is like this, the soul of two years dead has severed fingers and arms, and he has to suffer backlash every day Even though he knew that many of these bitter fruits were his own fault, it still inevitably aroused his pity and distress, but when he thought of the past, he had to harden his heart to remind himself to be vigilant and guard against Xue Yang's hypocrisy.

After all, Xue Yang once pretended to be another person whose heart and nature were completely opposite to his own, and lurked by his side for three years.

This person cannot be trusted.

Xiao Xingchen repeated these words in his heart several times, and after he finished, he thought: I don't know if the ghost sleeping on the ground can really feel less cool with a piece of cloth separated.

He was planning to start a fire, and he had already prepared dead wood on the side, and immediately chanted the fire spell silently to light the fire.

After sitting in the same place for an hour, he tried to wake up the ghosts around him.

"Xue Yang, wake up, it's almost midnight."

The ghost sleeping on the ground closed his eyes and frowned, lazily and motionless.

"What happened to Zishi?"

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"What preparations? I finally found a piece of mahogany wood that had been burned by the underworld fire to make a wooden sword, and it was destroyed by you. What should I prepare for?"

While talking, Xue Yang still didn't open his eyes, lay down and turned his head, giving Xiao Xingchen the back of his head as if angry.

Xiao Xingchen asked, "Don't you still have a dagger?"

Xue Yang took out the dagger in his arms and threw it nearby.

"Look at it, this dagger is an evil thing, let alone drive away resentment, it would be good if it doesn't attract more resentment."

Under the light of the fire, the exquisite dagger stuck on the ground really had a cold light and murderous intent.

Xiao Xingchen said: "Qingfeng's swordsmanship is not heavy on weapons, you can just pick up a branch, as long as you use it correctly, the effect should not be bad."

Xue Yang waved his hand: "Forget it, I can survive without your noble swordsmanship."

Xiao Xingchen didn't know how Xue Yang's so-called "surviving the past" was exactly how to survive, and was waiting to ask again, the shadows of the trees in the forest whirled, the fire in front of him was extinguished instantly, and the temperature under the pavilion dropped sharply—the hour had come.

Xue Yang opened his eyes, adjusted his sleeping position, and calmly arranged his body into a "big" character.

The meaning is obvious: Come on, he is not afraid.

The fallen leaves on the ground were dragged by the resentment and scratched the ground, or collided with each other and smashed to pieces. The black mist of resentment was forcing Xue Yang to gather around Xue Yang like flying sand and stones and ghosts. This time without the wind shield, his figure was quickly enveloped and submerged in the In the black mist.

As resentment gathered from all directions, the area covered by the black mist expanded little by little. Xiao Xingchen knew that the black mist was not small and could not be easily contaminated, so he retreated step by step at the edge of the black mist.There was a lot of noise in my ears, full of the screams of evil spirits and ghosts, men and women, their hoarse voices were exhausted, full of death and murderous aura, as if the gate of hell had been opened.

After a while, he retreated so far that he couldn't even see the gazebo, let alone Xue Yang. There was only a big cloud of strange black mist in front of him.

What was going on in this horrible mass of resentment?

Can Xue Yang really survive?But the posture he took just now was obviously not defensive at all, as if he had given up resistance. At the last moment shrouded in black mist, he saw Xue Yang's eyes, that eyes, that eyes...

Filled with sorrow and weariness that should not belong to that evil spirit.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly regretted it, why did he destroy the wooden sword in a moment of anger during the day?

His hand on the hilt of the sword was tight and loose, loose and tight.

I just need to go in and have a look, not to help Xue Yang.

Thinking about it this way, he finally made up his mind to pull out the sword. The sixteen moves in the Qingfeng swordsmanship were unfolded in his hands one by one. The point of the sword light formed a strong wind force, splitting a path in the black mist.

Xiao Xingchen's body was like a white crane, he broke into the center of the black mist in one breath, and saw the lonely soul with a severed arm curled up in pain on the ground.

I wonder if Xue Yang has any other way to resist the backlash, but I didn't expect that the so-called "survive" is so tough!

In this black mist, just listening to the cries of evil spirits and fierce ghosts, Xiao Xingchen's mind has been affected, and his head is swollen, let alone Xue Yang who is being torn and attacked in every possible way?

Seeing the gray wraiths pass through Xue Yang's spirit body with their teeth and claws open, and every time they pass through, the black and thin figure curled up on the ground convulsed and trembled for a while, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help shouting: "Xue Yang! Hurry up and use the method I taught you." Protect your mind with the method of heart!"

Xue Yang didn't answer, instead, in the black mist, the wraiths burst out laughing strangely one after another.

"Hahaha, it's really sanctimonious!"

said a voice.

"Honest!" "Honest!" "Honest!"

A group of voices echoed.

"We were all killed by him! Revenge for revenge, revenge for resentment! Why did you stop?"

"Why block!" "Why block!" "Why block!"

"It's really disgusting to stand on the side of the murderer!"

"It's disgusting!" "It's disgusting!" "It's disgusting!"

Each sentence has a different voice repeating it, echoing in the black mist.As soon as Xiao Xingchen used the move of "Supreme Kindness is Like Water", the sword in his hand could no longer be swung for half an inch, and the wind around his body weakened instantly, and he could barely block the resentment, but he couldn't stop the resentment.

That's right, these vengeful spirits are nothing more than revenge. What reason does he have to stop them?

Xue Yang can do it, I'm afraid he won't be swallowed by other souls, but sooner or later he will lose his mind and devour other souls in order to strengthen himself.

Xiao Xingchen thought: I am not protecting Xue Yang, but to prevent Xue Yang from becoming a demon.

At this time, as if he couldn't bear to hear the voices insulting Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang suddenly sat up with pain, and crossed his legs into a meditation posture.

"Shut your stinking mouths! Without his help...you can't do anything to me!"

In just one sentence, it was extremely difficult to say because of the severe pain. Xue Yang closed his eyes, and used his spiritual power to protect his mind and weaken his five senses. Devouring his soul is only painful and will not cause other harm.

Seeing this, Xiao Xingchen finally didn't have to struggle in his heart anymore, he slowly put away his sword, and retreated from the center surrounded by resentful spirits, leaving only a layer of wind shield to help Xue Yang block the heavy resentment within five steps.

For the first time, I felt that an hour was so long.

An hour later, the large group of resentful spirits dispersed with the black mist, finally revealing the original pavilion and the black shadow sitting cross-legged under the pavilion.

After the noisy voices of all the evil spirits and ghosts completely disappeared in the void, the black figure shook its stiff back, fell to the ground again, and fell into a coma.

Xiao Xingchen approached, knelt down and looked down at that stubborn face.

The thick eyebrows on the pale face were tightly frowned, and the eyelashes were trembling. It was obvious that there was still backlash pain in the spiritual body, and he did not sleep peacefully.

In just an hour, the ghost who was under attack has never let out a cry of pain, and until now his lips are still tightly pressed into a line.

The sleepy Xue Yang didn't have the slightest bit of hostility or viciousness, only at this moment, he was a little closer to the other person Xiao Xingchen imagined.

After a long time, Xiao Xingchen raised his eyes and spoke a name softly towards the distance.

"Alan."

***

The forest in late autumn has been covered with layers of fallen leaves, and people step on it with a sound.

Xiao Xingchen wandered through the forest, and finally found a peach tree. At this time, the branches of the peach tree were empty, without a single leaf. He swung his sword and chopped off a thick and straight section. Burn it with dark fire and hand it to Xue Yang.

The person who received it was very disgusted: "Your sword is too rough, the one I destroyed by you is not so ugly."

"No way, I'm not good at carving."

"That's all, I'm generous, accept it reluctantly, and I'll do the rest myself."

When he was awake, Xue Yang began to carve the wooden sword again.

Xiao Xingchen didn't understand why Xue Yang was so stubborn to carve the wooden sword into the shape of Shuanghua. No matter how exquisite it was, the power of the Qingfeng swordsmanship would not vary with different weapons. The most important thing was mentality and personal skill. .

Xue Yang said: "Who told Shuanghua to look good, I like it!"

After a conflict, Xiao Xingchen thought that continuing to walk with Xue Yang would be very difficult, but on the contrary, Xue Yang was completely different from the image of Xue Yang in the past, no matter how cold Xiao Xingchen said, Xue Yang He didn't lose his temper again, at most he would sulk and sleep on the side, quiet for a whole day, and on the second day he would strike up a conversation with a playful smile, which made Xiao Xingchen feel embarrassed.

He was not good at showing people a cold face, not to mention that Xue Yang was not only generous and enthusiastic, but also calm and honest, without any of the bad looks of the past.Reluctantly, Xiao Xingchen softened his attitude towards Xue Yang a lot, and gradually got used to listening to his nonsense every day to amuse himself, and hunting for help at night, and he would not refuse as disgustingly as before.

Between humans and ghosts, a fragile harmony is maintained.

While Xiao Xingchen was superseding the wraiths, he hunted at night and slept in the open for half a month. Xue Yang revealed:

"Master Daoist, why are you so shabby and have no money at all? You won't take the opportunity to get some money if there is no one in the house? Anyway, you have done a great job in exorcising ghosts in the town, so it's only natural to charge some money!"

"Exorcism is what it should be. Besides, I didn't confiscate the money completely. Didn't I buy you some snacks yesterday?"

"Then it's not enough for my teeth!"

Xue Yang rolled his eyes, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Xiao Xingchen guessed that he had made up his mind again, and said decisively:

"I won't take ill-gotten gains."

Xue Yang's smile faltered instantly, and his brows were frowning.

As a little hooligan in Kuizhou, Xue Yang has always eaten the king's meal, and later Jin Guangyao backed him up to deal with the aftermath, and never worried about money.

Xiao Xingchen expected that based on Xue Yang's thoughts, he would definitely not be able to come up with any good ideas for making money. Unexpectedly, after a while, Xue Yang slapped his thigh happily and said, "I almost forgot! Our next stop is Lanling, any big city will There is a Taoist pawn shop, Daoist, you can draw a few amulets, and you can use the amulets to exchange for some silver there!"

"Xuanmen pawn shop?"

"Yes! It is said that the pawn shop is basically a one-time transaction, specializing in the sale of Taoist artifacts. Among the hundreds of immortals, the big households naturally have their own ways of making money, but casual cultivators are not so carefree. Many of them rely on They make a living by making amulets, elixir, or supernatural treasures. The Taoist priest has high spiritual power, so if you make a few amulets, you will be able to exchange them for a lot of money!"

Xiao Xingchen was dubious, but it was really inconvenient to be penniless, so he scratched his fingers and drew a few amulets on the spot. When he reached the fifth one, Xue Yang stopped him: "Okay, okay, Daoist How many pictures do you want to draw! Can you use less spiritual power? Do you know how valuable the blood charms of top monks are!"

"Is it worth it?"

It was really hard for Xiao Xingchen to believe that such a simple product could be worth money.

Xue Yang sighed: "Xiao Xingchen, do you have a correct understanding of your own cultivation? With your status, even if you use ink to draw symbols and inject a little spiritual power, it is enough for ordinary people to defend themselves. What's more, you use blood talismans, I won't lie to you, the blood and spiritual power on these five talismans of yours are enough to town the house for three years, and you can exchange them for money at the pawn shop, at least it is worth half a year for one person to eat and drink of silver."

Xiao Xingchen didn't believe it at all, and quickly raised his hand to stick a piece of paper talisman on Xue Yang's forearm. The paper talisman was instantly ignited, Xue Yang suddenly changed color, jumped up and shook his arms, and retreated yelling.

"Xiao Xingchen! Why did you stick it on me? It hurts!"

Xiao Xingchen calmly looked away, and said in a disappointed tone, "Look, the effect is nothing more than that."

Xue Yang rubbed his sore forearm on his body, angry and wronged: "Hey! Why are you experimenting with me again?!"