Wang Yue Han

There was a thunderstorm outside, Yan Ziyao didn't even bother to take an umbrella, he had to go and take a look as soon as possible, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and it might fall to the ground anytime, anywhere; "Ziyao, you If you don’t reflect on yourself in the Patriarch’s Ancestral Hall, where are you going in such a hurry?” Yuxiu had already sent his disciples to guard the exit of Yufu Mountain, and he himself stood guard; “Uncle Yuxiu, I’m going to find Master! He is in danger!" Yan Ziyao hastily saluted as a disciple, walked sideways around Yuxiu and was about to go down the mountain, he couldn't afford to delay at this time; "Stop him!" Yuxiu ordered, and the female cultivators immediately turned into The sword array trapped Yan Ziyao in the center; "Uncle Yuxiu, trust me! Just now Ping'er went to the ancestral hall to sacrifice, and the fragrance was all broken! Uncle, Master, he is really in danger!" He was worried that Yu Xuzi was not fake , but at the same time, he was also worried about Jiang Zihan, the demon spirit had the weakest spells when he crossed the catastrophe, if his master started from the side, this is not the result he wanted, and vice versa...

"Nonsense, you don't even want to step out of this mountain gate today!" Yuxiu spoke harshly, threatening to keep him behind; , the time will be delayed even longer and the battle must be resolved quickly, so he immediately called out the Jingyue Sword; "Why, are you going to fight me?";

"Ziyao naturally dare not commit the following crimes, but..." Jingyue's sword turned, and Yan Ziyao put the sword directly on his neck: "Uncle, if you don't let me go down the mountain, I will send me with you!" This Jingyue Sword, kill yourself!"; "Hey...you little bastard, you have gained a lot of courage after going out for more than two years! How dare you play tricks with your uncle!" Yuxiu was furious in the original He stomped his feet; "Uncle Yuxiu, do you want to let me go or not!" Yan Ziyao had already made up his mind to go, and he dared not say anything else, but Yuxiu and the others would never let him get hurt. Seeing Yuxiu, he would not let go , he quickly drew a sword on his left arm with the sword, and then put the sword across his neck; "Uncle Yuxiu, will you give in or not!" , while Yan Ziyao was speaking, the skin on the neck had been cut by Jingyue, and the blood kept flowing out along the wound; "You!" Yuxiu didn't want Yan Ziyao to go out, but he didn't want him to go find Jiang Zihan, so where? He was willing to hurt himself; "Senior Sister, let him go." Some disciples reported the noise at the foot of the mountain, and Yuling, Yudu, and Yuyou all rushed over, and the blood and rainwater left on Yan Ziyao's arm Merging into one body, this makes Yuyou feel bad; Yan Ziyao has been obsessed since he was a child, if he is left here again, maybe he will wipe his neck with a sword, Yuxiu bowed his head and asked his disciples to give Yan Ziyao Key gave way and said, "Thank you, Master Uncle, for fulfilling the task!" Yan Ziyao put away his sword, bowed his goodbyes, and rushed to the mountain.

In the northern mountains, Jiang Zihan didn't go anywhere today, sitting quietly at home alone, watching how the thunder calamity took his life, he was as leisurely as usual, reading poems and books, drinking drunken wine, not in the process of crossing the calamity at all He didn't move a bit as he opened the firewood door lightly: "This small temple of mine can't welcome the big Buddha. Wherever the visitors come from, please go back there. Otherwise, don't blame me, the bamboo spirit Zihan, for being ruthless under the sword!" "Madman, I came today to take your life, so as not to harm me for thousands of years." When Yuxuzi came, he met a spider spirit on the road, so he caught him, and when he raised his hand, the spider spirit staggered. He rolled in front of Jiang Zihan; "Injured my friend for no reason, are you cultivators so unreasonable?" The spider spirit was seriously injured, Jiang Zihan stared at him with anger, took a sip of the drunk fairy wine, and at the same time used the book as a vessel, Throw it out directly; the scrolls are flowing like swords, and Yuxuzi shatters them with a flower in his hand: "It is reasonable to cultivate the Tao, but you only talk to people." A pedantic person, just don’t listen.”; “I’ve always been a person who doesn’t offend me and I don’t offend, but now you hurt my friend first and break into my house later, you really think I’m a muddlehead, easy to bully!” The pot of Zuixianniang has been drunk, Jiang Zihan has called Xi Yujian, and when he turned around, the jug of Zuixianniang was smashed by him: "Smelly Taoist priest, don't think that I will pass the catastrophe today." Take you for nothing, if my son gets angry, even the gods will be afraid of me!" Jiang Zihan once thought that if he and Yan Ziyao knew each other for the first time, he would never set foot in the rivers and lakes again, but now , Concession did not bring peace, but was chased to the door, which made him puzzled: "You mean the stinky Taoist priest, what did I do wrong? I didn't kill anyone or set fire, what did you do to me? Where did the hatred come from?"; "You shouldn't be a monster." Yu Xuzi stopped talking, stepped out with his sword, and went straight to attack Jiang Zihan; "I was born a monster, so what? "Xi Yu blocked it with a sword head-on, and said bitterly: "Since you insist on courting death, then I will fulfill you!";There are so many cruel and unkind people in the world, why no one cares about them?But the demon will be suppressed by Taoism everywhere?

He doesn't hurt people's lives, but pity him for being weak like an ant, and he is unkind to kill. Since the sky won't allow me, why should I pity this world of mortals?

"The world is not benevolent, then I will be innocent!" The murderous nature gradually revealed, Xi Yu's sword edge no longer left room, and between the sound of the sword, the two of them turned from the halfway up the mountain to the top of the North Mountain. Getting mad; Yan Ziyao came out of Yufu Mountain, galloping with his sword, he hurried to the bamboo house, where there were still the remains of book pages soaked in rain and a broken jug, the spider spirit was also seriously injured and unconscious, he knew , his master really came, but no one was found in the bamboo house, so he searched for the sound of thunder and lightning converging, and prayed secretly that nothing would happen to the two of them; The robbery thunder net transformed into an attacking sword, and he smiled charmingly: "Smelly Taoist priest, look... how about I use this sky thunder to scatter the three flowers on your head?"; When ascending to immortality, there will be three flowers gathered on the top, but at the same time, those who want to become immortals are also weak in strength, so Yu Xuzi chose to come here today when Jiang Zihan is crossing the catastrophe. If two people are weak in strength at the same time, then who It is still unknown who will win and lose; "Then you have a try." Yuxuzi kept his expression steady, he had made up his mind today to end this love for Yan Ziyao; The whole body was covered with calcium carbide sparks, Jiang Zihan did not hesitate, and used all his strength to slant the sword; if it was normal, Yu Xuzi would be more than enough to block this move, but he felt Yan Ziyao's breath in the air, and he erected himself anyway. The time has come, why not... to help the lover stop thinking about it, so when Jiang Zihan's sword edge swept over, he secretly withdrew his inner breath; Yuxuzi gathered the three flowers on his head and fell to pieces. If a cultivator fails to become a fairy, he will end up in the same way as a mortal who dies and a demon spirit who fails to cross the tribulation; "Master!!!" Yan Ziyao is still late... He watched Watching Yuxuzi fall slowly in the pouring rain... Why did this happen? He rushed forward, helped Yuxuzi sit up, put his hands on Yuxuzi's back, and used Duxiu as a rescue: "Master , Ziyao won’t let you have trouble.”; “Ziyao, you don’t need to waste your cultivation. As a teacher, the three flowers have been scattered, and the medicine stone has no effect...” The three flowers are all scattered, and the cultivation is lost. Yu Xuzi is just now. An old man in his twilight years, just hovering on the verge of life and death: "Zi Yao, if you still recognize me as your teacher, then take me back to the mountain."; "Okay, Master, I will take you back right away..." Yan Ziyao accepted Gong, knelt down and hugged Yu Xuzi horizontally; "Stop!" Jiang Zihan sternly called Yan Ziyao, but he didn't know how to defend himself. When he first saw Yu Xuzi, he thought about whether he had something to do with Yan Ziyao. But I didn't expect that he would be Yan Ziyao's master, why is this so!Jiang Zihan had never been so at a loss before, Xiyu was thrown aside by him, biting her lower lip tightly, what should I do?Now Yan Ziyao probably hated herself to the core, right?

"Mr. Jiang, what else can I advise?" Yan Ziyao's heart shattered when Xi Yu's sword was drawn down; as expected, even the title changed. Jiang Zihan closed his eyes and couldn't say why Yan Ziyao wanted So treat yourself coldly?It's obviously not my fault!If Yu Xuzi hadn't come to provoke him himself, why would this be...

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Yan Ziyao didn't look back, letting himself be drenched by the heavy rain; Yan Ziyao, you really hate me... In your heart, am I so insignificant?Jiang Zihan yelled at Yan Ziyao's back: "Yan Ziyao, why did you want to be happy with me on Qixi Festival!"; Today, you and I will cut off the robe, cut off righteousness, kindness, and love, and we will never see each other again." Yan Ziyao cut off the hem of the robe with vigor, this piece of clothing was given to him by Jiang Zihan, now the robe is broken, and the friendship is broken. No, if he really walked away from the world of mortals, it caused the heartache...

The corner of the black clothes slowly swayed and fell, Yan Ziyao had already disappeared into Jiang Zihan's field of vision with Yu Xuzi in his arms, there was already a billowing wave in his chest ready to go, the bright red blood was sprayed and mixed in the rain and became transparent, Jiang Zihan was no longer able to hold on. Falling straight in a thunderstorm.