【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

"Zichen, how did I complete my soul? Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Song Zichen was full of suspicion: "Why do you ask that?"

"Now I can not only see things in this world, but also the souls of the past." Xiao Xingchen nodded with certainty in response to his friend's suspicious gaze.

Song Zichen was surprised at first, then suddenly realized, and said with emotion: "No wonder the old fairy said that there is a price for saving you by going against the law of nature. From now on, you need to introduce the unnatural into nature to be truly saved. this means."

Xiao Xingchen didn't answer, and motioned for him to continue.

"Actually, we seem to have met that old fairy by chance, but I always feel that he found us on his own initiative."

"He said that there are two ways to restore the soul. One is to replenish the soul with the soul, and the other is to let the soul rest in a place where the aura of heaven and earth is strong. The soul can recover naturally for decades or a hundred years. As for you—— ——Because you are a monk with profound spiritual power, the loose soul in the spirit lock bag, plus the sword spirit, only need three more remaining souls to help you regenerate."

"He told me that there happened to be a lonely soul who was willing to donate soul fragments to help you. I asked him what the name of the lonely soul was and what it had to do with you. He only mentioned that it was an old friend of yours who had been favored by you. Willing to repay you."

Song Zichen saw Xiao Xingchen's face was cloudy and uncertain, and thought that he was unwilling to let others sacrifice his soul to save him. After all, the soul is incomplete, so there is no way to reincarnate. He added: "I know you are not willing to let others sacrifice, so I was hesitant at first. , but the old fairy said that the lonely soul was too obsessed, and he could neither enter the karmic cycle nor return to heaven and earth. Didn't go into it, can you think of who it is?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head with a face as heavy as water.

Like Song Zichen, he couldn't think of who it was.

Unlike Song Zichen, he could faintly sense who it was.

Not by reasoning, but by intuition.After all, in his spiritual consciousness now, three points belong to that person.

Xiao Xingchen clenched his hands in his sleeves, using an excuse to go out for a walk by himself, leaving Song Zichen behind, and walked towards the top of the mountain again in a strong wind.

He was going to find Xue Yang, to be precise, to find Xue Yang's dead soul, the catastrophe.

Back then, it was Xue Yang who forced him to die by committing suicide, so why is he helping him come back to life now?He didn't believe it was for some kind of repayment, and with Xue Yang's vicious means, he was afraid there was some kind of conspiracy.

"Xue Yang! Come out!"

Walking to the top of the mountain, Xiao Xingchen took a chance at the place where the figure disappeared yesterday, and actually a black shadow jumped down from the tree, raised his eyebrows and smiled, pretending to be kind: "Long time no see, Daoist Xiao Xingchen."

The voice entered Xiao Xingchen's ears, word by word, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

Xiao Xingchen drew his sword out of its sheath with a "swish", and the sword pointed directly at Xue Yang.

But what to do next, actually also hesitated.What kind of tone should I ask this former enemy and partner of three years: Why save me?

"Heh!" Xue Yang sneered, seeing the difficulty of the reborn person, "It's just a try, I didn't expect that old man to really succeed. Xiao Xingchen, I have merit for you to be reborn, but I didn't A little bit of gratitude? Thanks to you claiming to be a righteous person, you don’t understand such a simple etiquette, tsk tsk..."

"What on earth do you intend to do?" Xiao Xingchen didn't want to chat with him.

"What do you want? The Daoist doesn't have to be so elegant when talking to me. Of course, I rescued you to continue playing with you! Yicheng was three years old, and you committed suicide before I played enough. It's very disappointing! "

Xue Yang's eyebrows became brighter and brighter.

"Aren't you sick of me? Now you are saved by your disgusting person. There will always be three parts of my soul in your spiritual consciousness, and you will never be able to get rid of it. How about it? Do you want to commit suicide again so that I can be happy?" ah?"

Before coming here, Xiao Xingchen was somewhat prepared for Xue Yang's cruelty, and Xiao Xingchen silently looked at the ghost who had been dead for two years in front of him.

The wind at the top of the mountain was so strong that the branches in the forest fluttered wildly, the leaves crackled, and Xiao Xingchen's white clothes flew violently, but it could no longer blow Xue Yang's hair or his black hem. The ups and downs of breathing are maintained like inertia, and there is no trace of heat between the mouth and nose.

One black and one white, one life and one death, one good and one evil, they stand facing each other again after ten years.

Xue Yang was a little older than Xiao Xingchen remembered, perhaps because he was thinner, but he still had a youthful and stubborn temperament. He was wearing an old black dress, and his left hand, which lacked a pinky finger, carried it in the same posture as it carried a sword when he was alive. A wooden stick, the right sleeve is empty.

The dead soul exists in the last moment before death.

Xiao Xingchen continued to look at him silently, Xue Yang was stung by that gaze.

"Xiao Xingchen, you are so cruel, you kill yourself! Do you know that after you died, I made your friend Song Daochang into a corpse puppet, and asked him to kill everyone inside and outside Yicheng! There was A-Qing, that little blind man who pretended to be blind, talking too much! I had to blind her eyes and cut off her tongue to relieve my anger. After killing her, I threw her body in the wild, probably eaten by wild dogs in the end. , dead without a whole body!"

Vicious words are like sharp swords, Xue Yang is eloquent, no one can resist his intentional provocation.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't hold back the surge of blood, and stabbed forward fiercely with the sword in his hand, Xue Yang didn't dodge, let the tip of the sword sink into his chest, looked down, and raised a cheerful smile: "Xiao Xingchen, I'm already dead, Your sword is too ordinary, it can't do anything to me!"

Unexpectedly, the posture of Xiao Xingchen holding the sword in his right hand remained unchanged, and he drew the two fingers of his left hand together on the blade. A ray of red light quickly spread along the blade to the tip of the sword. Xue Yang frowned. Only then did he really feel it. A sharp sword pierces the pain of the body.

The blood of a monk can suppress evil spirits.

Xue Yang is an extremely pain-tolerant person. When his identity in Yicheng was exposed during his lifetime, and Xiao Xingchen pierced his stomach with a sword, he could swallow the apple in his mouth as if nothing had happened and say "fun". Now he has become a dead soul. Anyway, no matter how injured you are, you won't be in danger of your life, it's nothing more than a pain, and you won't even bleed, let alone it doesn't matter.

He has also experienced many things that are a thousand times more painful than this.

Seeing that his face remained unchanged, Xiao Xingchen became ruthless, and turned his hand holding the sword vigorously. The soul pierced by the sword still frowned, and there was a complicated light in his eyes, staring at him burningly, as if enjoying the pain, with unfinished thoughts to continue:

"At that time, if you were still alive, you would have had a chance to stop me, but unfortunately you died! What good do you think, dead?! It's just allowing me to do evil! The most stupid thing in the world is to commit suicide, Xiao Xingchen, Why are you so stupid?"

The person being questioned staggered a step, and his fair face was alternately red and white. The turbulent emotions were uncontrollable. Xiao Xingchen's voice trembled like a dead leaf in the wind: "Xue Yang, A-Qing has lived with us for three years, and she is still young. You, I have never had any grudges against you, how can you be so vicious?! Can you do it!?"

"Who told her to be talkative, and pretended to be blind in front of me, and acted for three years."

Xue Yang gritted his teeth when he thought that the three years of peace were interrupted by Song Zichen and A-Qing.A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his tone suddenly softened strangely, becoming ambiguous and viscous: "I am said to be vicious, but the Taoist priest is not vicious to 'Alan'? 'Alan' has also been with the Taoist priest for three years, getting along day and night In the end, didn’t they just kill them?!”

Hearing that name, the expression in Xiao Xingchen's eyes changed slightly, as if he had been touched by a pain point, he suddenly shouted: "Shut up! There is no 'Alan' in this world!"

He chanted the spell silently, the red light on the sword was bright, and he aimed at Xue Yang and slashed down, from the left shoulder to the waist, obliquely cutting across Xue Yang's spirit body, and slashing from different directions without mercy, the long sword was like lightning Chop down again and again.

If Xue Yang was alive, he should have been dismembered into multiple pieces on the spot.However, he is an undead, he practiced sorcery during his lifetime, and after death, he is quite different from the soul of ordinary people. Not only will he not easily collapse, but his mind and memory can also be clearly preserved.

From the beginning to the end, Xue Yang didn't dodge once, gritted his teeth and silently endured several "fatal" sword strikes. The more pain he had, the stronger his smile became. Reluctantly supporting the ground with his hands so as not to fall, his dark eyes covered all emotions with a crazy smile, and when the sword stopped, he spit out two words from his mouth:

"happy!"

Immediately, he raised his head and looked up at Xiao Xingchen.

"Daozhang, it's good that you're back."

This sentence has a completely different tone, and even Xueliang's eyes are glowing with a strange light.

Xiao Xingchen took a step back, but felt that his eyes were darkened, and he was about to vomit blood, and couldn't tell who the ghost in front of him was.

"Daozhang! Today I bought lettuce, and I'll fry your special dishes!"

In the past three years, the little friend from Yicheng had called him this way countless times with a bright smile.

"Save the world! I'm laughing so hard, you can't even save yourself! You have achieved nothing, you have failed completely, you are to blame, you asked for it!"

Before he was about to die, Xue Yang had ridiculed him so pervasively.

For a split second, it was as if he had returned to the time when he was a blind man, back to the collapse before committing suicide, and the whole person fell into boundless darkness. He suddenly knew that the little friend from Yicheng was actually Xue Yang!The peaceful life of nostalgia was exposed and interpreted as the opposite situation. His youthful grand plans and wishes were shattered, the faith in his heart was shattered, and the warm trust of three years was also shattered. His hands were stained with blood, his eyes were full of darkness, and he was at a loss. His little friend from Yicheng disappeared, only Xue Yang shouted loudly in his ears, mocking and cursing.

Ten years have passed.

Still can't understand what Xue Yang did.

Since she hated him so much and despised him so much, why did she stay incognito and dormant by his side for three years?

Was that little friend from Yicheng who loved to laugh and make trouble, accompanied him through the troughs of life and brought him a lot of joy, really just a huge lie?

Since it is a lie, why bother to pretend now.

"Why don't you hide?" Xiao Xingchen pointed his sword at Xue Yang and asked.

Doesn't it hurt?It is human nature to avoid pain, even if it is a ghost.

Xue Yang hooked his lips and showed a pair of canine teeth: "Don't hide... because only pain... can make me believe that you are really back."

Xiao Xingchen was in pain and anger, thinking how could Xue Yang expect him to be born again, he must be lying to him again, and resolutely reprimanded: "Shameless!"

Enduring the pain, Xue Yang lowered his voice intermittently: "Cough... I am a person who has practiced sorcery, and if you can hit me, it means that my cultivation base has recovered well... So... it didn't make me waste all my efforts... If A-Qing's The little blind man... must be very happy... Taoist priest, you should learn from A-Qing... her swearing words... are much richer than yours..."

"Shut up! What face do you have to mention A-Qing again?!"

With Xiao Xingchen's self-cultivation, he really couldn't swear more ugly words.

He managed to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes gradually became clear, and a ray of light shone into his drowsy heart. He remembered what the old fairy in black asked Zi Chen to tell him: "Only you can do nothing to him."

Perhaps, the way to deal with Xue Yang lies in the tome left by the old immortal?Zichen handed him a few books, saying that the old fairy advised him to study them carefully, but he was always sluggish and dazed when he woke up, and he didn't turn a page.

Xiao Xingchen straightened up, without looking at Xue Yang again, he only said to the middle of the sky, "This time, even if I want to die again, I have to get rid of you first."

Put your sword back into its sheath, draw a clear line, and stop staying.

Xue Yang half-kneeled on the ground, staring in front of him, a drop of blood dripping from Xiao Xingchen's finger.

When Xiao Xingchen left completely, only the sound of wild flapping leaves remained in the wind, and he covered the drop of blood with his little fingerless hand, which was also the only left hand left.

Great, I finally saw Xiao Xingchen who was alive again, who could swing a sword and be angry.

He didn't follow him, and he didn't have to follow him all the time.Now that they share three souls, he will always find him.

Under the thick eyebrows, Xue Yang's eyes gleamed with black light, and he was actually contented in his madness and ferocity.

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