Someone always hinders my strategy

When the first foot stepped into the capital, an invisible air swayed like a ripple, and Wan Yan, who was sitting in the carriage, opened his eyes. He knew that the national teacher had already known their arrival.

In the previous assassination, Mo Minglan and others had many speculations, but Wanjiao did not say anything. He knew that the person who sent someone to kill them was absolutely impossible to be the national teacher, but he had no intention of participating in their discussion. I understand my position in this matter.

He came to kill the national teacher, that's all.

"Break into the formation of my seat so openly, are you still the one who abandoned your lover?" A sneering voice sounded in the ear, the carriage stopped suddenly, everyone looked around in shock, but there was nothing See.

Wan Yan lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked down slowly: "I'm here, tell me a place."

"Heh, talk about a place? It's not you who is making the request now." The voice of the national teacher came from all directions, "Now the lives of all the people in the capital are in my hands, and the person who should be the one who should be careful is you!"

Wan Yao lowered his eyes: "You are possessed by a demon." He looked in one direction from a distance, "Those who kill people are all demons."

"If you say I'm a demon, aren't you?" A malicious voice sounded, "I don't know who sent my little lover to death with my own hands!"

Wan Yao remained silent, and after a while spoke in dialect: "You're stalling for time." He looked calm, without any sign of being irritated, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, has it?"

"...So what?" After being touched by what he was thinking in his heart, the voice said in a broken jar, "You will never be able to break my formation."

Wan Yao chuckled, her pretty face was the same as before, but fundamentally, something had changed: "I'm your great uncle, how can your formation...how can it trap me?" With the sound of glass shattering, the huge formation covering the capital actually cracked a hole, and then turned into fragments and flew away.

"You, how did you find that formation?" The voice rang out with surprise, as if he didn't expect Wanjiao to break his formation so quickly.

Wan Yan just smiled and didn't answer. He really couldn't find out the formation so quickly, but he has a system, and the system will definitely help him in dealing with the national teacher.

And it was through this that Wan Yao discovered the power and meaning behind the system, which was a bit frightening.

"Hide-and-seek is over, let's come out and play in a fair manner. It can be regarded as talking about our way in front of the way of heaven..." Wan Jia said loudly, before he could respond, he seemed to have noticed something, and walked in one direction Go, and don't bother with those who stay here.

In the imperial palace, in the alchemy room, a person in red clothes was leaning on a soft bed. Looking at his face, he looked like a young man, but there was a feminine air in his face.

Wan Yan came in and couldn't help being shocked. He could feel that the person in front of him was the national teacher, but the national teacher he had seen before was a middle-aged man, and his appearance was definitely not so soft.

Wan Yan frowned, and Wu Xiang drew out his sword and pointed at the national teacher: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you guess it?" The national teacher chuckled, the previous awe-inspiring aura completely disappeared, and there was a weirdness everywhere, "Oh, it's my body that makes you feel strange, right?"

Wan Yao remained silent, standing where he was, without moving.

"You know, in my Tianxuan Sect, there are three secret methods for resurrecting people."

Wan Yan was shocked when he heard the words, and he looked at the national teacher, with emotions in his eyes that he didn't understand.

The national teacher did not look at him, but continued: "I spent thousands of years trying the first two, but they all failed. This is the last way, but it is also the one with the least retreat." The national teacher looked at his hand, The nails are trimmed just right, those are very beautiful hands, "I tried to disrupt the movement of the heavens and let the world go to perish, just to see him again, but why can't I even satisfy this wish?"

Wan Yan looked at him, the temperature in his eyes dropped to the lowest level: "Because you are trying to sacrifice innocent people in this whole world for your own selfish desires."

"So what? Are you like you? For the people of the world, we will part until death." The national teacher looked at Wanjiao with mockery in his eyes. And after thousands of years, between the two, one must die, is this what you want?"

The national teacher stood up, approached Wan Yao step by step, and leaned close to his ear, but Wan Yan's sword subconsciously avoided him: "Isn't it something you just did to suspect others because of a memory? "

Wan Yao took a step back.

Looking at Wan Yan's movements, the national teacher laughed: "Why is life so happy, why is death so hard? You force your beloved to die for your own selfish desires, why can't I let the world be buried with me for my own selfish desires?"

"I will let him come back." Wan Yao's voice was a little dry, and he looked deeply at the national teacher, "I will have a way to make him come back."

"A solution?" The national teacher looked at him, like looking at an ignorant child, "Do you know why I became like this?"

Wan Yan frowned.

"You can't guess." The national teacher covered his mouth and smiled, but his movements were like a woman's, appearing nondescript, "A few days ago, I killed the old emperor, and then I performed that technique."

Wan Yan immediately denied the words: "Impossible, everything is not yet determined, the world may not come to an end, how can you perform the resurrection technique?"

The national teacher smiled and shook his head: "As long as I am here, all this is settled." He no longer gave Wan Yao a chance to interject, and continued, "Then, you have also seen the results of the resurrection."

He opened his arms and turned around on the spot like a child, his blue hair fluttering, his eyes shimmering, and then his thin lips parted slightly, "I resurrected him, but it's just an empty shell." He smiled Then, he suddenly cried, "I spent thousands of years to resurrect him, but he didn't wait for me, and went to reincarnate early."

He hugged the air vaguely, like hugging the person he thought about day and night: "In his eyes, what is the memory between us?"

A bowl of Mengpo soup enters the throat, and the past is forgotten.Wan Yao suddenly thought, what kind of mood did Wan Qing in the previous life forget everything?And remembering all this, how did Zhen Ai survive the torment of this lifetime?

"He is persuading you." Wan Yao said softly, "You can't force fate, it's time to let it go."

"Then why are you here again?" The national teacher looked at Wan Yao with scorching eyes, "Since you know there is no way out, why are you struggling so hard in this world?"

"Because of a glimmer of hope." Wan Yao looked at him, as if looking at another self, "Didn't it be because of a glimmer of hope that you got here?"

"Haha..." The national teacher laughed for a long time, and the whole alchemy room was full of his laughter. He laughed wildly, and at the end of the laugh, there was nothing left. "I have nothing left to cling to." .”

He looked at Wan Yan, and dozens of yellow talismans appeared in his hand: "I have a death wish in my heart, but before I die, I want to see the answer to my previous question."

Wan Yao frowned: "What's the problem?"

The national teacher just laughed and didn't answer him. Several yellow talismans shot towards Wanjiao's direction. Wanjiao raised his sword and split, but he didn't expect the yellow talisman to go in another direction.

It's a matrix.

The figure of the national teacher disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only a cloud of white mist, but Wan Yan didn't ask where the system's eyes were, but closed his eyes, and gradually relaxed his hand holding the Wuxiang sword. Suddenly, he moved in one direction Hack away.

One yellow talisman was split, but countless yellow talismans rushed out of the mist and attacked Wanjiao from different directions.

Wan Yan still had his eyes closed, and with a turn of his sword, like a whirlwind, all the yellow talismans coming from all directions were scattered away.

After being stalemate for a while, Wan Yao suddenly opened his eyes and ran towards one direction. Suddenly, several yellow talismans came towards him. The speed, number and strength were far better than before. , the purple fire was burning, as if there were infinite flames burning towards Wanjiao.

Wan Yan ignored it and rushed forward, as if his whole body was engulfed by flames.

The national teacher, who was watching Wan Yao rushing towards him, saw this scene. He didn't know whether he was relieved or regretful, but at the next moment, he was stabbed in the chest by Wan Yao who rushed out of the flames: "Why...then But Ziyang is separated from the fire, all dharmas are burned!"

Wan Yao lowered his head, revealing a small pendant around his neck, which looked like a small red flower, exuding precious light: "The name of this thing is Qianqiu lock." He looked at the national teacher, his eyes were still shining with fire, "Ten thousand dharmas cannot come close to me."

"Qianqiusuo... Qianqiu, it's so fate." The national teacher suddenly smiled, blood dripped from his lips, stained bright red, "He even gave you the flowers that bloomed on the Qianqiu tree in Qingqiu."

The national teacher held the sword on his chest, and Wan Yan didn't use any more force. He followed his strength and pulled out the Wuxiang sword. As soon as the sword was pulled out, blood flowed out, dyeing the red clothes black. The teacher took a step back and sat down on the ground.

"I understand his answer that day, maybe you guys can really reach the step that I haven't been able to in my life..." The national teacher held his chest, which was not a fatal injury to him, but now he But let the blood flow, "Although I was asking him that day, I was asking myself in my heart."

"Is it worth it? Is it worth paying for one person for so many years?" The national teacher looked at the roof, his eyes were a little lax, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was himself, "I got the answer a few days ago, I think It's not worth it."

"He is my obsession. I have lived for him for thousands of years, but he has let go of it long ago. Then what is my obsession for these years? Is it worth it to go against the law of heaven for him?" Tears flowed Seeing that pretty face streaming down, the national teacher was taken aback, touched his own face, and suddenly smiled, "What, you don't think it's worth it."

"Azhao, I'm coming to look for you, but... where are you?"

With the last breath, the beautiful figure turned into ashes, Wan Yan just stood there, watching.

So far, Tianxuanzong is really gone.

When the persistent person is gone, that sect will also be gone, leaving nothing but dust.

Looking at the dust on the ground, Wan Yan finally just sighed, with rare confusion in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Yesterday, I was supposed to write the chapter of the national teacher, but I got stuck for a whole day, and I didn't know how to start after thinking a lot.

In fact, this section of the national teacher was added later, it was not included in the original outline, um... from his lack of a name, it should be seen that his main influence is not the full text but the protagonist, but I have really let go of the outline for a long time = 3=

I didn’t think too much about writing the national teacher at the beginning, I just wanted to draw out the setting and a new world view, but as I wrote it, I began to think, a person who survived by luck if a so-called good sect was destroyed What will happen?At first, I thought he didn't want the sect to be destroyed, but as I wrote it, I read what I wrote about him earlier, and I always felt that it was wrong, and I felt smooth when I wrote it like this today.

The national teacher is already crazy, his beloved sect is gone, and his beloved died in that catastrophe. He is not strong enough to revive the sect, and in the end he can only try Using secret methods to rewrite the past, but he can't even do this, he can only try to resurrect his beloved, that's it, he also uses the sect as an excuse to deceive himself, but he still fails.

He didn't really face himself until he failed.

He is a typical failure, and in the end he turned himself into a human and ghost, but if you think about it carefully, if the protagonist has no system and ability, he may become a national teacher.

It is impossible for everything to go smoothly in life. Most of them are like this national teacher. They can't get what they want. He does have one or two advantages. At least not everyone can endure the thousands of years of torture, but so what?No matter how wronged he is, if he wants to do something that is impossible for thousands of people, he must be prepared to fail. After all, not everyone is the protagonist.

At the end of the writing, I somehow like this character, but I can’t help it, who made his ending is what I thought when I wrote him→→

There are only those main characters that I didn’t think about the ending when I wrote it, and gradually worked it out bit by bit. Looking at the treatment in this way, I feel more distressed about the national teacher→→