One Sword Nine Ya

"I have seen more love and moon in the world than Ye Jianzhu." The gold-painted painting fan unfolded again, revealing the beautiful rivers and mountains rolling in the red dust on the front, "I think Miss Lu is only in her twenties, and she has a girly heart, which is easy to coax. "

"Like Master Ye, who has no desires and no feelings, and a heart like frost and snow, is really helpless."

"She wholeheartedly said that Emperor Yan's matter has been obsessed with for years, and has nothing to do with Fengyue."

"In this way, it's better to let the monk go and persuade her to be empty." The young master's eyelashes drooped slightly, "Although it has nothing to do with Fengyue, once obsession is born, you can't persuade her to come back. If you can't break free, There is no way to end it. Even if Ye Jianzhu goes in, there is no other way, only I have a chance of survival."

"The Dharma book comes from the heart, or it dies from the heart," the monk said kindly, "Lord Ye, let him go."

With the approval of the master, Chen Weichen lifted the broken Kunlun with a smile, cut his wrist, and dripped his own blood on it.

The sword connects the master's mind, and with blood as a guide, it can lead others into illusions.

"Master Ye Jian, don't worry." Chen Weichen said to him.

"You intentionally disturbed Lord Yanlong's state of mind and led her into an illusion, how can you make me feel at ease?" Ye Jiuya said lightly.

"It's just some small calculations that won't be put on the table. Master Ye Jian laughed, and he will never do anything that is not good for you."

As Chen Weichen said, he relaxed his mind, and his consciousness fell into an illusion.

Ghosts are obsessed with the fleeting prosperity, and what the illusion presents is also the most cherished and deepest memory of the illusioned person.

The girl's illusion is not the hustle and bustle of the prosperous age, nor the tranquility and peace.

There are neither picturesque scenery nor thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

It is fire, and it goes on and on, and houses collapse.

The screams and cries of pain have gradually disappeared, leaving only the hunting sound of the wind blowing the fire.

The girl who was still a cardamom girl curled up in the room, biting her lips stubbornly and unwillingly, with hatred in her eyes besides despair.

Half of her face was burned, and the wound was exposed, struggling to climb out of the window.But I didn't want the beam to catch fire, burning through the mortise and tenon joints connecting the house wall, and the heavy beam fell down with sparks splashing, blocking the way to the window.

Another beam came loose and was about to fall on her.

She had nowhere to escape, closed her eyes in despair, and trembled.

But there was a sword energy splitting the beam of fire, forcibly leaving a square inch of shelter for her.

The girl looked up and saw a beautiful hand that was handed over to her.

A fire of life-saving flames ignited in her eyes, she grabbed that hand, and was brought out of the sea of ​​flames by a force.

In panic, he saw a handsome man, dressed in black with dark gold patterns on his sleeves.

The man put her under a big banyan tree, turned around and left without saying a word.

The bright moon is far away, and the night wind blows, unlike people in the world.

The girl stumbled and followed, trying to grab the hem of the man's clothes, but she couldn't reach it anyway.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?" Enduring the pain, she asked while trotting hard to keep up.

The man didn't answer her.

The girl didn't care, she was like a drowning man catching driftwood, following him out of the Zhuangzi in the sea of ​​fire, he climbed the mountain, she climbed the mountain, he waded, she waded.

She was able to see that this man's face was indifferent, no matter where he looked, there was a cold silence, as high as the moon in the sky.

She was afraid of seeing this man's eyes, because in those eyes, she looked like an ant, or a speck of dust, in short, no different from a grass or a stone by the roadside.

I don't know how long she walked, and when she finally stopped to rest, she sat down against a tree and rubbed her bruised ankle, not daring to take off her shoes and socks just like this, for fear that the blisters would turn into blood, stick to the fabric, and be peeled off. Can't take it off.

"You are an immortal cultivator, right? There are also immortal cultivators in my family, I can tell." She was talking to the man, even though she was always ignored.

She was half stubborn and half begging: "Xianjun, can you take me to cultivate immortality?"

The man's calm eyes finally looked at her.

"Why are you cultivating immortals?"

"Pray for longevity, get magic power, and avenge my Lu family's destruction!" The girl slammed every word to the ground.

"Too much obsession," the man's voice was as indifferent as his personality, and the content of his speech was also the same, "I'm not a person in the Tao."

The girl gritted her teeth and asked, "Then why did you save me—if you didn't save me, why did you save me?"

"Save it, save it."

The phrase "save is saved" is an understatement, the girl was choked by him and had nothing to say, she limped to the edge of Yuexia Stream, took off her embroidered shoes, soaked her feet in it, and began to carefully take off her bloodstained socks .

She hissed in pain, and she had to carefully look under a tree to prevent the man from walking away and leaving herself in the wilderness, unable to keep up.

The man leaned against the tree, closed his eyes, and was reflected by the moonlight, not looking at the indifference around him, just like in a painting.

She peeked at it, turned around unexpectedly, and at some point there was a person sitting next to her, who was so frightened that she almost screamed out.

It was a young man dressed in brocade, dressed in the world, he put the golden fan on the grass by the dark green stream in autumn, held her slender white ankle with bruises and burns, and covered the white brocade with a The blood-colored socks were moved gently, which was much less painful than when she did it by herself.

"You..." she asked hesitantly.

There was a hint of a smile on the brows of the young master: "Come with me?"

She vigilantly wrestled it out of his hands: "Who are you?"

"A passer-by," he replied, "come home with me, be my sister, and live a life of prosperity and peace—isn't it good?"

The girl bit her lower lip and shook her head: "I want to cultivate immortality."

"Cultivating immortals is bitter."

"Then I won't go back with you!" The girl is stubborn, "He saved me, so I will follow him. He is amazing, I want to learn from him, and I want revenge."

"What's the good of following him," the son said with a faint sigh, "that's the world's thinnest lover."

"He saved me," the girl repeated.

"Although he saved you, he didn't pay any attention to you." The young master smoothed the messy hair on the girl's forehead: "Everything he sees is ants, insects, clouds and dust—it's just that he saved an ant on the road. , do you still care which nest the ant will return to after being rescued?"

"I'm homeless," the girl said. "He doesn't care if the ants live or die, but he can't control the ants following him—not to mention that he looks scary, but he is actually kind-hearted, otherwise he would have walked away and left me behind. here!"

"They cultivators love to talk about fate and luck," the young master explained to her, like a basin of cold water poured down: "He rescued you on a whim, and you should die. Your life is on his shoulders." , if I leave you behind and let you be eaten by the vicious dogs and wild wolves in this mountain, I owe karma—that’s why I allow you to follow all the way.”

He laughed again: "But at his level, he is no longer afraid of the little cause and effect caused by this little human life. Maybe he just doesn't care about you."

"I don't believe it," the girl said, poking her neck. "He ignores me, I ignore him, he treats me like an ant, and I just practice kung fu, and I'm as good as him——I don't believe he will still look at me like this."

The girl looked at her reflection in the water, half of her face was ruined, and she said sharply: "I am not a spoiled daughter of a rich family, I just know a few words and can embroider flowers. Without my parents, who else would know how to do it?" Want me? Even if you sell it to a brothel—I'm afraid I'll scare away the customers!"

"Why not with me?"

"My family's business depends on people. Although he is unkind, he has no evil intentions, and he doesn't bother to hurt me." The girl had sharp teeth, "You have a nice smile, but I don't know if you have any secret plans."

Chen Weichen was caught off guard and his mind was punctured, and he couldn't do anything about her for a while.

He suddenly asked: "Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy—I was trapped in the house at first, and I could only wait to be burned alive, but I was rescued by the passing fairy. "

"If he doesn't teach you how to cultivate immortals?"

"I just followed him. He always went to places related to cultivating immortals. I kept his kindness in my heart and chose another way. When I have great mana, I will naturally be able to repay his kindness and find my brother. I will do it for my family. revenge."

"Your brother?" Chen Weichen was a little surprised.

"He was taken away by the immortal since he was a child, and he doesn't know where he went. As long as I can cultivate immortality, he will not die, and we will be reunited one day."

"Miss Lu, you have planned carefully and calculated carefully—you are really smart." The young master waved the useless fan in the autumn night.

The girl was surprised: "Do you know my surname is Lu?"

"Of course I know," the young master by the creek under the moon said mysteriously, "I also know that the man's surname is Chen, and he is the emperor of the immortal way."

"Are you a fairy too?"

"No."

"So, who are you?"

"I am a dreamer."

"Outsider?"

"Miss Lu had a dream. She dreamed of the time when she was the happiest and most missed, but she couldn't wake up for a while. We outsiders have no choice but to let me enter your dream and bring you back."

"I don't believe it," the girl said, "Could it be that the best thing in my life is the miserable journey in the wilderness? That man didn't give me a good look, why didn't he dream that my parents and my brother were there?" hour?"

"Probably there is something you don't want to remember, or there is too much obsession here—otherwise, why would you dare to talk to him like that? Why dare you follow him? That person is very unlikable, even people in the immortal way I dare not treat him like this, talk to him like this."

"I want to cultivate immortality, I want to take revenge, why not?"

"If you insist on cultivating immortals, when you pass through the Qingjing Temple when you are crossing mountains and ridges, why don't you enter?"

"There are some nuns and priests there..."

"Since you are anxious for revenge, of course you will use whatever means you can. You don't care about immortals, Buddhas, Taoists and demons. In the end, you just want to follow him. You are afraid that you will lose him. Why are you so worried—what's wrong with him? Make you obsessed like this?" Young Master look at her.

"He..." The girl opened her mouth, her eyes filled with confusion.

The author has something to say: come up and change the words, and unplug the flag quietly.

There is a fish in Mingbei, and its name is Xian.

Fourteen, whose liver was less than [-] yuan, failed to be rescued, so he gave up treatment.

The list will be on next week qwq anyway, there are babies here!