【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xue Yang raised his head resolutely to meet Song Zichen.

Song Zichen looked majestic, he clenched the sword in his hand and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"It's a ghost, but it's just a ghost that you can see temporarily." Xue Yang was indifferent and calm, "What do you want? I can't do it except to disperse the soul and leave Xiao Xingchen. You can inflict any other revenge on me. "

Although it was a punishment, it was majestic.As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

Who was Xue Yang in the past?The hooligans in Kuizhou did all sorts of crimes. They cut off their fingers and destroyed their families. They also destroyed Song Zichen’s Baixue Temple in revenge for Xiao Xingchen who arrested him. Later, they turned the entire Yicheng into a deserted city with only murderous corpses.

The three people who came to visit looked at the broken-armed ghost who expressed his willingness to admit punishment, as if they didn't know each other.

In addition, that sentence said what kind of important relationship he has with Xiao Xingchen now, so there is no need to explain further.

Song Zichen looked at Xiao Xingchen as if asking for proof, but Xiao Xingchen didn't refute, his eyes were full of confusion and sorrow.

Fuxue came out of its sheath with a clang, humming, Xiao Xingchen suddenly came back to his senses and took a few quick steps towards this side, blocking Xue Yang, and shouted: "Zi Chen!" He had nothing to say.

What do you say?Speaking of the tortuous journey of gradually changing Xue Yang's attitude along the way?Talk about Xue Yang's tragic past and repentance?Can Zichen get rid of his hatred after hearing this?

Xue Yang's life experience is certainly tragic. Isn't it tragic that his friend Song Zichen lost his teacher, and the proud gentleman was turned into a murderous corpse and controlled for eight years?

But he couldn't bear to see Xue Yang hurt and suffer again.

"Zichen, even though Xue Yang has made thousands of mistakes, I am willing to suffer for him."

Xiao Xingchen didn't intend to defend himself from the beginning.He understood that Zichen cared about the friendship of his friends, so he definitely couldn't do anything to him, so it was better to speak aggressively and draw a clear line, lest Zichen's heart soften.

"As you can see, he and I... have an inseparable relationship. No matter how harmful he has been, I will not pursue it anymore. If there is any punishment or revenge, I am willing to bear it with him."

Song Zichen couldn't believe it, his hand holding Fuxue couldn't help shaking, the cold wind above the snow mountain turned his whole body into an icicle from the inside out.

"Xingchen, he is Xue Yang, look clearly, he is Xue Yang! Have you lost your memory? Have you forgotten what he did to you, to me, to innocent people? ... and A-Qing Even if Xue Yang accompanied you for three years when you were blind, and A-Qing also accompanied you for three years, have you forgotten how A-Qing died so tragically!?"

A series of questions, sonorous and sharp, like cutting out the heart.

Xiao Xingchen has struggled too much for this, facing friends' accusations, he recognized himself and made a painful decision.

Don't ask your friends to forgive you, but ask your anger to be focused on yourself.

"I haven't forgotten," he deliberately said firmly, "I remember that Xue Yang slaughtered more than 20 lives of Bai Xueguan, and I also remember that A-Qing killed him tragically, but I still want to be with him and protect him..."

Song Zichen shouted angrily: "Xiao Xingchen!"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji exchange surprised glances.

Only Xue Yang could hear clearly, and realized Xiao Xingchen's true intentions when he said these words, he suppressed the emotional surge in his heart and took a step forward.

"Daoist Xiao Xingchen is good at talking! What do you do to protect me? Apart from watching me every day and not letting me kill people or let me run around, and using my physique to attract resentful spirits so that they can be saved, what else do you do that is good for me? The surname is Song, I do things alone, and I don’t need others to share. How do you get revenge? Eyes and tongues cut? , delay me one more time."

Song Zichen felt that this situation was really ridiculous.

The one in front of him is a former confidant, and the other is a karmic enemy.Many years ago, he and Xiao Xingchen teamed up to track down Xue Yang, the murderer who killed the family, and Xue Yang took revenge for this. One turned into a murderous corpse, and the other died by slaying himself. Fortunately, the old fairy in black took care of him, and he had the opportunity to meet again. After less than a year of separation, how did Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang stand together and confront him!

Xue Yang's attitude of defending Xiao Xingchen and leading him to the slaughter made him unable to express his anger, but the fact that he did not express his anger did not mean that he had no anger. In fact, his blood was surging, and because he did not know how to vent it, he became dizzy.

The expression on his face changed again and again, and he finally said: "Xingchen, you are simple-minded and easily bewitched, I don't blame you! But Xue Yang has killed too much, he is already an evil spirit, evil spirits are in his bones, even if you can watch over him now He, when he reincarnates, he will let the tiger go back to the mountain! I will definitely get rid of him today, if you don’t want to do it, at least remember that you have promised, if I do it, you will never stop me!”

With a flash of Fu Xue's sword, it went straight for Xue Yang's chest. Xue Yang quickly summoned Jiang disaster to block back, and the two swords clashed, sparks shot out.

Xue Yang's counterattack just happened to please Song Zichen: "Didn't you say you can do whatever you want? Sure enough, you are talking sweet words!"

"I said you can't disperse your soul," Xue Yang parried, and replied impatiently, "You Fuxue is a high-grade celestial weapon, if you hurt me with this, I will be in danger of dispersing my soul!"

When Song Zichen heard that Fuxue could hurt his soul, his swordsmanship became more fierce and his momentum was astonishing, causing snowflakes to fly in the center of the battle.Xue Yang responded for a moment, the sword technique changed suddenly, and he swung it like a meteor chasing the moon. Song Zichen had frequently sparred with his friends in the past, and after two moves, he recognized that Xue Yang used exactly Xiao Xingchen's move. The sword technique was pure and exquisite. , obviously under careful guidance.

Xue Yang didn't want to show it, but his original wild swordsmanship was not enough to deal with Song Zichen. Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Xingchen used his swordsmanship, Song Zichen's snow-flashing sword paused slightly, and then almost created a wall of light, which was impenetrable to him. The earth struck, and danger arose in an instant.

The three onlookers could see that Xue Yang would lose sooner or later.Although his swordsmanship has improved a lot, he only has one arm after all, and he doesn't have the vicious vigor of the past. Most of his sword swings are in a defensive posture. As for Song Zichen, his swordsmanship is more proficient than before. more and more obvious.

Xiao Xingchen stood beside him, sad and peaceful like a snowman, who would fall apart with just a slight push.There is no way to persuade or help the current situation, and there is no peace of mind to watch the battle. No matter the outcome, there will be no good results.Song Zichen is his confidant and best friend whom he owes something, and Xue Yang is his partner in need who he would like to spend the rest of his life with, so that there is peace in the world, and he is worthy of his old friend and his dear friend?

"Little Martial Uncle..." Wei Wuxian tugged at his cuff.

The world is silent, except for the clanging of swords and two fighting figures.

With a chirping sound, Jiang Mi dropped his hand and plunged into the snow, and the Fuxue sword was unstoppable, piercing Xue Yang's chest.

After Xue Yang became a ghost, he had never been hurt by a real fairy weapon. He just guessed that the fairy weapon must inevitably hurt the soul, and he didn't know to what extent it would be hurt.Even if an ordinary sword is stained with the blood of a monk who can suppress evil, for a ghost like him with spiritual power, he will not be seriously injured except for the pain, but the fairy weapon is different. His spiritual consciousness was slackened, his whole body was weak, he stopped at the tip of Fuxue sword, held the edge of Fuxue sword with his hand, and could no longer move.

No blood flowed out, and the light needed to be a little darker to see the faint white light overflowing from his wound.

Perhaps the sword-wielding man needs to have less hatred before he can see the pleading that Xue Yang has never seen in his eyes.

Song Zichen was going to pierce Xue Yang in one go, and then split it in half. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Xingchen kneeling on the ground with his hands on his chest, as if the sword had pierced him, and his hand on the ground fell into the snow. , trembling slightly; the head hangs down, only the top of the head can be seen.

"Think twice, Daoist Song!" Wei Wuxian yelled, "My little uncle's soul was made up by Xue Yang, and they share three parts of the soul, one is prosperous and the other is damaged! If you really hurt Xue Yanggen with Fuxue, Xiao Xing Daoist Master Chen is also hard to be safe!"

Song Zichen froze when he straightened his sword: "...What?!"

"Daoist Song," Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to step forward and said seriously, "It's still useful to keep Xue Yang. You should know that we are looking for a demon named Shi Wusheng recently. This person mutilates children and buys and sells human bodies. Xue Yang knows this man who destroys souls, and maybe he needs to be used as bait to catch Shi Wusheng. That's why we came to him! You have stabbed him with a sword, and the immortal weapon hurts the soul. It's extraordinary. Daoist Xiao Xingchen may be implicated, so why not stop for now, wait until we track down Shi Wusheng's whereabouts and let Xue Yang do his best, then you can find a way to avenge this old revenge."

Clear and convincing.

Xiao Xingchen's dejected figure kneeling on the ground also cooled Song Zichen's anger a bit.

What changed to make friends attach so much importance to an evil spirit?

Song Zichen was filled with grief and indignation, he gave up the situation that he was sure of winning, and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand from Xue Yang's chest.

Wei Wuxian strikes while the iron is hot: "Daoist Song, since you are here, why don't you help us find a way to arrest Shi Wusheng, it's too cold outside, let's find a place to stay in the village at the foot of the mountain, and tell you the specific situation!"

Even though Song Zichen was angry that Xiao Xingchen was bewitched by Xue Yang, he still didn't want to hurt his friend at all. He also heard Wei Wuxian say that Xue Yang was useful for catching the devil, so he was half reluctant to be dragged down the mountain by Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji bid farewell to Xiao Xingchen, and after catching up with Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian suddenly stomped his feet and raised his head to look around.

Lan Wangji: "What?"

Wei Wuxian pressed the flute on his waist vigilantly: "It's strange, I just felt that someone was watching us."

Lan Wangji pointed to the people in the plantation who looked after the Sanhuncao mechanically and asked, "Is that them?"

Wei Wuxian shook his head, but when he looked around, apart from the people in the plantation and a few of them, where could there be other shadows on the vast snow-capped mountains?

"Maybe it's my delusion," Wei Wuxian let go of his frowning brows, and greeted Song Zichen enthusiastically, "Let's go, let's go! Daoist Song please, let's rest at the foot of the mountain tonight. Here, Xue Yang will neither run away nor do evil again, so you don't have to worry."

Song Zichen's face was even uglier. Compared to him, Wei Wuxian seemed to know a lot about the relationship between Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang. Has the relationship between a man and a ghost been so public?

Wei Wuxian was stupefied in secret, and changed the subject to talk about Shi Wusheng. Shi Wusheng was far more harmful to the world than Xue Yang. Wei Wuxian made a little exaggeration, and finally managed to temporarily share part of Song Zichen's attention.

On the snowy ground where the fight had taken place, Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang knelt on the ground with their hands on their chests, their movements in unison like a reflection in a mirror.

When the three visitors disappeared completely, Xue Yang endured the pain in his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Daoist, stop acting, everyone is gone."

Xiao Xingchen let go of his chest, his face full of shame.

Just now when he was watching the battle anxiously and grievingly, Wei Wuxian whispered in his ear: "Little uncle, if you want to temporarily stop them from fighting, just listen to me, and if Xue Yang gets hurt later, you can pretend to be hurt too." Same injury."

He was ashamed to deceive his friend, but seeing two people who were very important to him facing each other with swords, he had no time to think about anything except eagerly wishing them to stop.

He wanted to protect too much, was forced to a dead end, and couldn't do it, so he could only hold on to one.

His injury was fake, but Xue Yang's was not.He helped Xue Yang back to their cave, fed blood and cast a spell. Except for a slight decrease in pain, the wound remained unchanged. It opened and closed slightly on Xue Yang's chest, revealing the strange white color inside the spirit body.

Since coming to the Snow Mountain, the backlash has gradually weakened, coupled with the exuberant aura here, with the help of Xiao Xingchen's spell, Xue Yang's soul has become a little stronger than before. With this sword, the progress of the previous few months has come to naught.

Xiao Xingchen held Xue Yang's hand, wondering whether the wound would heal or worsen.

Xue Yang leaned against the bedside, talking and laughing to comfort him weakly: "Master Dao, don't worry, you will be fine once you raise him. I'm not good at swordsmanship. I've been learning from you for several months, but I still can't beat him."

"If you can beat..."

"Then I won't seriously hurt him."

Xiao Xingchen was relieved yet painful: "I'm sorry, I can't stop him."

"Why didn't you stop me? In the end, if it wasn't for Dao Chang's play, I don't know how many times I would have been stabbed by him."

Xiao Xingchen was silent, disturbed by heart-wrenching contradictions, worried how long today's lie would last, and what to do when Zichen saw through it?

"Ayang, none of the ghosts who haunted you before were from Bai Xueguan."

With such a mention, Xue Yang also thought that among those resentful spirits, there was indeed not a single Taoist priest of Baixue Temple.It is difficult for a monk to be transformed into a ghost after being subjected to a requiem ceremony, but it is entirely possible for a monk like Chang Ping with strong resentment to break through the limit.

None of Song Zichen's masters and fellow apprentices had a stronger resentment than Chang Ping, who had turned into a resentful spirit to entangle him and take revenge on him.Xiao Xingchen reminded him of this matter at this time, hoping that he and Song Zichen would not have further enmity.

This idea is unconsciously biased, because Xue Yang created more of their enmity.

"As long as he doesn't take you away forcibly, I don't miss him at all." Xue Yang was still worried, "Master Daoist, will you be persuaded by him to leave me behind?"

Just like ten years ago?

Xiao Xingchen comforted: "As long as you don't behave like before, I won't leave you."

Xue Yang was about to show his face, when he noticed a bright and decisive light in Xiao Xingchen's eyes. Their hands were clasped, and the palms were hot. He wanted to let go, but his palms and fingers seemed to be sucked by Xiao Xingchen's hands, and he couldn't break free. half point.

"This... what's going on?"