Master Xiao thinks about those years

The next day, Fu Nian stood not far from the foot of Shangyu Mountain.

After tossing and turning all night, feeling the silent oppression of Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu, he finally escaped.

On the way along the street, he heard countless townspeople applauding. Although his face was still angry, there was still relief on his face.

They ran around telling each other.

"I heard that Shang Yu killed Fu Nian's accomplice yesterday, so that Fu Nian must be doomed too!"

"This talisman! Bloody rage, really heartless, heartless..."

Fu Nian listened calmly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

Suddenly, a young man patted Fu Nian's shoulder with a smile like a flower, and said cheerfully: "Brother? Are you unhappy? Fu Nian's accomplice is dead! Fu Nian's bastard probably won't live long."

Fu Nian stared at him: "Happy"

Young man: "Oh, that's right, even though the traitor Fu Nian has not been caught yet, you don't have to worry too much, Shang Yu will do justice for the heavens."

Acting for the sky?

The corner of Fu Nian's mouth twitched, making a sinister smile.

Since he was doing justice for the heavens, shouldn't he be the one who should be killed?

Why not kill him?

Anger suddenly shot up into the sky, burning blazingly.

Why not kill him?

Since he has no ability to kill him, what is the ability to kill Mo Qing? !

There was no answer, the young man had already walked away, and Fu Nian stood there blankly, numb and desolate.

He, the demon, was standing in the crowd, people didn't know it, and they were still smiling like flowers.

After a while, the place where Fu Nian was standing had changed. He was standing at the foot of Shangyu Mountain, separated by layers of green trees, he couldn't see the gate tower.

Fu Nian was not in a hurry to see that this place was still a little away from the foot of Shangyu Mountain. He could have settled directly on Shangyu Mountain, but he didn't.

The reason why he didn't is that he wanted to walk slowly for a while, maybe, when he reached the end of the road, things would be different.

Once a person puts on the bloody skin, it is difficult to take it off.

It's like a person who did a wrong thing and was remembered by others, then his whole being is wrong.

As for Fu Nian, he took this wrong thing to the extreme. He slaughtered fellow disciples and tempered vampires.

This is unforgivable at all.

Therefore, he is bloody, and he deserves to be spurned and cursed.

People can't wait for him to die.

But these people don't know, and Fu Nian can't wait to die.

In the dead of night, Fu Nian dumped his body on the roof of Yexingyuan countless times, allowing himself to fall from the sky.

For him, death has never been annihilation, but rebirth.

But he will never be reborn, and he will only be intact if he falls from a high altitude.

His immortal body is the shackles that restrain his rebirth.

But now, the pain has deepened.

Mo Qing is gone too.

The noon sun was strong, and Fu Nian's tall body shuttled through the fine spots of light, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked up, and there were covered bridges in the distance.

There are many winds and rains on the upper and lower mountains, from the ten-mile covered bridge to the gate tower.

The Shili Covered Bridge is the only way to Shangyu.

After walking through the ten-mile covered bridge, you will arrive at the gate tower of Shangyu.

Fu Nian couldn't help fantasizing.

Is his body really hanging on the gate tower of Shangyu?

Is that the one who will follow him and carefully call him Lord?The person whose eyes turn red after being kissed by him?The one who is still happy no matter how badly he speaks to each other?

Where will it be?

Mo Qing?where are you

Fu Nian moved forward again, and he walked up step by step, walking slowly and slowly, as if he was going through a calamity.

But no matter how slowly he walks, a road always has an end.

After stepping through those mottled corridors step by step, he finally arrived at the foot of Shangyu Mountain.

It's still the same as it was six years ago.

The white gatehouse, stone pillars stand tall.

A circle of more than a dozen disciples guarded the side of the gate tower, their white clothes fluttering, and they were heavily guarded.

Fu Nian stood behind the green tree and did not see Mo Qing's body for a while.

He trembled inwardly, is he...not dead?

An inexplicable excitement surged in his chest, and then he heard a loud noise.Looking at the reputation, there are some people in coarse clothes lingering beside the gatehouse.

Taking a closer look, he saw clearly.

In front of those people stood a shelf about ten feet high.

In the middle of the clip, a wooden rope is used to help a person. This person has his head down, his hair is loose, and his clothes are so red that they are black.

Fu Nian stared at the person on the shelf, carefully identifying them.

The sun was dim, and the clouds blocked the sun.

In the sudden shadow, Fu Nian could see clearly that it was him.

It's Mo Qing.

It was the one who followed him and carefully called him Lord.It was also the one whose eyes turned red after he kissed her forcefully.

But the person who is nailed to the shelf now will neither call him "Honorable Lord", nor will he show any resistance.

Fu Nian stepped forward with his long legs, and walked out from behind the shaded green trees, his eyes were fixed on the wooden frame, and he couldn't see anything beside it.

"Master Mu, brother... it's not good!"

Downstairs, a disciple suddenly turned pale.

"What's the matter, you're taken aback, are you going to hell?"

Mu Yishou stood on the other side of the gate, rolling his eyes. He was the disciple of Shangyu who had quarreled with Meng Huan before, and his face was always domineering.But now he raised his head, and when he saw a man approaching step by step not far away, his face suddenly showed a ghost-like fear.

"Yes, yes... Talisman, Talisman!"

Mu Yi was trembling, so frightened that he lost his soul, he stomped his foot and ran back.

"Senior brother Mu! Why are you going?!"

The little disciple standing under the gate trembled and asked.

Mu Yi didn't turn his head back: "I'll call the head, you lead the disciples to guard the gate first! Don't let him hurt the lives of the townspeople!"

Mu Yi spoke righteously, but he ran as fast as a rabbit, and disappeared after a while.

The group of young disciples standing under the gate tower were all new recruits from Shangyu in recent years, and their cultivation bases were low. They had long heard of the "prestige" of Fu Nian, and now they met with the deity, and all of them trembled with fright.

"Protect the townspeople!!"

A young disciple yelled in fear, and a group of white-clothed disciples held back the fear in their hearts and ran to the wooden frame with their swords in their hands.

Mo Qing, who was standing around the wooden frame to watch the townspeople hear the word "Fu Nian", who didn't bother to go up and grab the frame, ran around desperately one by one, and fled in all directions.

"Big, bold talisman! How dare you come to Shang, Shangyu... you can't die!"

The leading disciple pointed his sword at Fu Nian, his voice trembling.The little disciples next to him echoed one after another, which seemed to encourage each other.

And Fu Nian didn't even look at these disciples.

He stepped forward with long legs, staring straight at the person on the wooden frame, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.

After many events, the clothes on Fu Nian's body have long been dilapidated, and his black robes are mixed with dirty blood stains. Coupled with his loose black hair, at first glance, he looks like an evil spirit who has walked out of hell.

Seeing the evil spirit getting closer and closer, the leading disciple felt uneasy, and his hands trembled even more.

A disciple next to Piansheng was terrified, and said like adding fuel to the fire, "Brother, what, what should we do? This talisman...won't it wipe us out?"

The leading disciple groaned in his heart, feeling more and more that he was on the verge of death, but he refused to admit defeat: "What nonsense! What can Fu Nian do to us?!"

The disciple next to him was wronged and innocent: "That's not necessarily the case... Even the hexagram formation of the master is useless to him. If he will be the same as six years ago, he will be bloodbathed..."

"Bah! Shut up!"

The leading disciple heard the blood flow backwards.

He didn't want to contribute to the prestige of others. Although he was terrified in his heart, he still refused to let go: "Fu, Fu Nian... I can warn, warn you, this is Shangyu! Don't be presumptuous!"

A trembling sword against the fearless.

Fu Nian couldn't hear it, and his eyes were only on the scarlet corpse nailed to the wooden frame.

Just that dirty, blood-stained face.

Seeing Fu Nian walking straight ahead, the disciple standing by the wooden frame felt uneasy, not knowing what he was going to do.Seeing him approaching, he couldn't help but back away with his heart jumping into his throat.

"Brother... what is this devil going to do..."

The little disciple retreated and opened his mouth in fear.

The leading disciple felt guilty in his heart, and said firmly, "Whatever he does! Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil!"

After a while, the group of disciples were forced to retreat behind the shelf by Fu Nian's aura, and Fu Nian finally walked in front of the shelf and stood still.

"Why didn't the devil move?"

A disciple is strange.

"Could it be that he just came to see his accomplice?"

Another disciple spoke.

"Can't stop? Fu Nian is so cold-blooded, why do you need to care so much about the death of an accomplice?"

There were whispers and suspicions.

Fu Nian raised her eyes and looked at the person on the shelf seriously.This person's eyebrows and eyes are still handsome, with drooping eyelashes, soft and slender.

Fu Nian was taken aback, almost thinking that the next moment this person would raise his eyes, look at him with clear phoenix eyes, and shout to him: "My lord!"

The voice is clear and careful.

But Fu Nian waited for a long time, until the little disciples next to him looked at him strangely with flickering eyes, and he couldn't wait until the person on the shelf opened his eyes.

Mo Qing, I won't bully you anymore.

You open your eyes... okay?

The thin lips moved, and the voice that came out was hoarse, weak, and humble.

He seemed to be coaxing, and his voice was very soft, so light that disciple Shangyu behind the shelf could only see Fu Nian's lips moving, but couldn't hear what he was saying.

Mo Qing, open your eyes, okay?

There was a long silence in the air, so silent that it made people despair.

The blood on this person's body was all dry, and the blood-soaked clothes lay dry against his body, giving off the magnificence of a tragic defeat.

Fu Nian's eyes were empty and dazed, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and moved forward little by little, inch by inch, as if he was crossing mountains and seas, and finally, he carefully reached out to Mo Qing's dirty cheek.

With a touch forward, a strong light suddenly radiated from Mo Qing's body, forcing Fu Nian to shrink his hand and take a few steps back.

On the shelf, spells had obviously been added.

"Bold Talisman!"

With a sharp reprimand, all the disciples turned their heads and saw Gu Changyan standing behind.

"Master!"

"Here comes the boss!"

All the disciples showed joy on their faces, as if they had received a savior.