debt repayment

The young man has a clear attitude, neither persuasion nor invitation, all are left to the two of them as they please, which is reasonable and reasonable, after all, for them and pedestrians, Quan Ying and Song Hui'an are the outsiders who were not planned, and it will be a disaster if they go to the fairy tomb Surely, self-protection is difficult, and they just can't control the life and death of strangers who meet by chance.Of course, if you have the ability to survive, you can still get the treasure, and whether you can hold the treasure, everyone should know.

Quan Ying is not afraid of this. Now that he is in the lower realm, he is only subduing the authority of the God. Everyone he meets is like playing a house. Naturally, he is not afraid of Song Hui'an's accident again. Seeing Song Hui'an's eyes shining, he said: "The Xiaodao and brother Then follow fellow Taoists."

Hearing this, the female cultivator next to the young man frowned and said, "Master, the origin of these two people is unknown, what if they enter the fairy tomb and cause trouble for us? This fairy tomb is opened every 60 years. It is very rare. There are two more people." Personally, don't you have more chances for that magic weapon to be snatched away?"

The young man shook his head and said: "Whether you can find this magic weapon or not, and whether you recognize its owner or not depends on fate. These two fellow Taoists have kind faces, and they seem to be kind people. They came out of the Western Land. Let's take them for a walk as a landlord. Cheng, what's the problem?"

The nun curled her lips and stopped talking.Quan Ying was looking at those monks, thinking that he didn't see a mysterious person like Duan Lang, and he was very safe, so he took Song Hui'an's hand and said, "Brother Zhu, it's tiring to stand on the sword all the time. Come out with a horse." After saying that, he took out a piece of white paper from his wide sleeve, shook it off twice, and the crumpled white paper suddenly swelled and deformed in the air, and then turned into a strong and tall black horse.The black horse was not used to the wind and sand in the desert, panting heavily, and flicking its thick and long tail.

This transformation from paper to living things is not a unique secret technique, so no one present looked surprised. Quanying has been in the lower realm for several months, and is used to keeping a low profile.

Song Hui'an was very happy, and he pulled him onto the horse, and the two followed at the end of the team, heading towards the depths of the yellow sand.Quan Ying was thinking about when he would be able to send away Song Hui'an, the ancestor, and at the same time pondering what happened last night.

It was originally a good outing to relax, but he didn't want to just turn into an unexpected blood fight. The disappearing "Fake Duan Lang" and the missing Po Yunjian were all doubts in his heart that could not be eliminated.

In the Zijin Palace, the deep voice of the palace master suddenly echoed: "Have you found out the whereabouts of Poyunjian?"

Yan Wen replied: "Han Chuan has already reported the matter to Emperor Xuanwen."

That is not found.

Quanying broke out in cold sweat. Although the Poyun scissors are small, they have the same root and origin as the three great soldiers of the middle and junior high schools. If you take out any of these four pieces, the world will be overthrown. Now the three soldiers have destroyed two of them, and the only remaining one The piece was hugging him by his side and whispering to him, and Poyunjian became the biggest threat between brothers.

If Brother Jian falls into the wrong hands, maybe before he has time to take the blame, Le Min will rush over and kill him.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Song Hui'an lowered his head and said, "But you're not feeling well today?"

Quan Ying hurriedly laughed and said, "It's nothing, I'm not really a living person, how can I have the perception of so many living people in the form of an object."

Song Huian tightened his arms around his waist, only to hear Li Gui whispering: "Am I going too far? I just dragged you because I was curious."

"No, nothing, we will go wherever Brother Zhu says to go."

Quan Ying was very guilty, and said in her heart that I naturally have to let you go, for fear that something will happen if you are unhappy, in this case, not only you will be bad, but I will also suffer.

But Song Hui'an is so innocent, his mind is full of Song Hui'an's desperate efforts to keep his tragic appearance last night, his heart is sour, and he just wants the desert to be wider so that they can find more roads.Although I don't know when Song Hui'an will be able to completely resolve his knot, but this person is going to leave after all.Every time the horse took a step, it got closer to him.

"Run away... run away..."

Li Gui hugged him and talked softly, but his hoarse screams sounded in his ears, his voice was almost hoarse, he couldn't make a sound, and he was still screaming at him with his neck strangled, his blood-stained face and Afterwards, the newborn's bright and clean face overlapped, and he didn't know when he was in a trance.

Last night, before Song Huian woke up, he held him again and read his memory after death.

From Song Huiming's point of view, he only remembered that on the night of Song Hui's Anhua ghost, flowers withered and leaves withered in the emperor's palace, and all the palace people died, as if they had been sucked out of the flesh and blood under the skin, leaving only shriveled, gray skin and bones.The noble imperial palace has never attracted such an evil thing. He was already asleep at that time, and suddenly he felt a drowning feeling, drowning him to the point of suffocation. His limbs were cold, and he seemed to be wrapped in an invisible soft object. It seems to be alive, the more he struggles, the tighter he wraps around him.

It's so strange, he obviously closed his eyes tightly, but suddenly a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the pitch black nothingness.

The pupils are very familiar, but the whites of the eyes are like black water, exuding infinite hatred.

It's really strange, if the other person is still awake, he must hate him, and he hates him deeply, but he has never shown it so blatantly.He stared at him with red eyes, and there was a beast-like growl in the void, like someone who hadn't spoken for a long time, who was slowly restarting an organ that he didn't try.

He looked at him like this, but he didn't have time to be afraid at all. Why did he stay away from him? He tried his best not to vent on him what Zhang Tianshui said was the established evil, but he still died miserably.

If you think about it carefully, the reason does not need to be explained.He could only feel mixed feelings, and he couldn't speak, he could only watch him with wide eyes, like a murderer who finally turned back when he was on the verge of death, approaching step by step, just waiting to bite his throat.

"You killed Qi'er, right? Bitch, give him back to me, give him back to me..."

No, Song Huiqi's death really has nothing to do with me——

The living creature that entangled him was about to wring his head off, and his gradually blurred consciousness was still full of bloody and tearful questions from the ghost.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a rush of hands and feet coming from outside, and the ghost wailed and disappeared. He opened his eyes and found that he was still on the bed, and the mattress behind him was already soaked.

The court monk who rushed over said: "Your Majesty is late, please make amends. The ghost has been captured by your Majesty, so I will seal it up. Please don't panic, Your Majesty."

He gasped in shock and felt chills all over his body. Although he felt that Song Hui'an was pitiful, he was still driven by the fearful nature of human beings. He waved his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'll do what Aiqing says. This ghost is very vicious, but It's time to watch."

This is his memory.

And Song Hui'an's memory is far more than that.

For example, during the hundreds of years when he was sealed, he didn't sleep like an ordinary monster, his consciousness was always awake.

Sometimes when he woke up, he was lying in a state of starvation, his head and body were separated, and he was caught in the stinking black waves. The people who passed by him were the Zhou and Guo families who participated in the plot to replace the prince.Although he is dead, seeing these embarrassing corpses, the pain of being chopped up by Song Huiming is still in his mind, he screams and tears, but he can only be surrounded by the waves, but he does not count the corpses together floating in the sea of ​​blood;

Sometimes when he woke up, he would dress well, eat good food, and sit in Chengbi's palace, quietly waiting for the man to come.Cheng Bi treated him well, spoke softly and combed his hair, but when the man pushed the door open, the palace was gone, Cheng Bi was gone, he was locked in a dark and damp dungeon in ragged clothes, looking at the man He approached him with a knife.

The first man came in, followed by other men, and the seemingly small dungeon was suddenly enlarged. The men with cold smiles and identical faces rushed towards him, threw him to the ground and dragged him. , and finally cut off his struggling limbs, cutting him into the bones with each knife, cutting him from a fairly complete living person to a piece of bone and rotten flesh.

Help, help!Song Huiming, don't come here!do not come!Who will save me, who will save me!

Qi'er, brother, where are you?Brother is here to look for you, Song Huiming, you bitch, don't come here, don't come here!

...Don't cut it, don't cut it, I don't have anything for you to cut it... Don't, don't step on my eyeballs...

Occasionally, when he was tortured madly, he would see Song Huiming who was still the King of Jian——Song Huiming who could be said to be restrained and normal.

In all fairness, although he didn't want to see Song Huiming, he liked this one the most compared to the countless Song Huiming who dragged him, hacked him, and killed him.This Song Huiming took him to go boating on the sea of ​​blood when he had nothing to do, admiring the heads floating in the sea of ​​blood, and when he saw the ones he liked, he picked them up and shared them.Even though every time he was eating, other Song Huimings would come out and drag him, hack him and kill him.

Even if the Changming Kingdom was destroyed and he was trapped in the palace after seeing the light of day again, he could often see the memory of being dragged, watched and killed in the palace.

Quan Ying originally thought that Li Gui's current madness was forced out during his lifetime, but now it seems that most of what happened to him after his death.To be trapped in such an impenetrable and tragic memory for thousands of years, he would go crazy, let alone Song Hui'an who was already crazy?

In the ruins back then, Song Hui'an didn't say how he got here so many years after his death, so he naively believed it was true. After all, he didn't want to face up to what he had done before.

Does Song Huiming like Song Hui'an?like.Is he sick?ill.

Who doesn't like a beauty like Song Hui'an who is so beautiful and has a temper?He also likes it, but if he were Quan Ying, Emperor Ming of Dongfang Zhen, he would definitely not be able to do half of the assholes that Song Huiming had done.

The one you like doesn't hold your heart high, but instead harms others for your own selfishness, that's a beast.Thinking of Song Hui'an's sufferings over the years, his heart was pierced like a knife, and he deserved it if he was really hacked into pieces.

Just as his heart was hurting, the mad killing suddenly broke out.The horse started away, neighing endlessly, Song Huian stabilized the horse, looked ahead, and said, "Amu, they stopped, but did they find the fairy tomb?"

When Song Huiming looked down, he could see everything underground.

"Well, here we are."

[The author has something to say: I don’t think it’s easy to write it for such a long time.

There is no big adventure. This chapter mainly explains about Shen Xing's sword itself.The biggest difference between Sword Spirit and Reincarnation is probably like this↓↓↓

Song Hui'an: No matter if I am Song Huiming or some Eastern emperor, I will come out and be beaten!

Shen Xingjian: You are just a younger brother :)

Quan Ying:? ? ? 】