Is Master Beauty crying today?

The long whip was coming towards him, Shen Fengqu hesitated on the spot, the spiritual power in the air splashed into ripples and spread to the surroundings, he barely avoided sideways, and the sound of the wind splitting came from his ears.

There were cracks on the ground, and then it sank downwards, and the surrounding corpses fell into the abyss along with the vibration.

The end of the sky was blood-stained crimson, Shen Fengqu blocked it with his long sword when the long whip came again, and stepped back a few steps, the snow-white long sword raised its sword intent, blocking the sweeping vines.

The man opposite looked extremely gloomy, looking at him as if looking at a dead person, it was a face exactly like Chu Linyuan's, Shen Fengqu felt very uncomfortable being looked at by that gaze.

Feeling depressed, he couldn't help thinking, if he helped Chu Linyuan recast his spiritual roots, would Chu Linyuan also hate him because of it?

Before he could think about it, there was a figure in front of him. Chu Linyuan stood in front of him, holding a black long sword in his hand, and the long sword came out of its sheath to meet him.

Two figures, one black and one white, intertwined together, surrounded by demonic energy. The man in black was holding a long whip, squinted at Chu Linyuan, his eyes were not friendly, "Get out of the way, or I will kill you too."

Chu Linyuan's expression was cold, and he didn't respond to him. He still stood in front of Shen Fengqu and protected him behind him.

"Master, stay away, wait for me for a while, and I will go to you after I solve it."

The young man said this to him, holding the long sword with his cold white fingertips, endless coercion emerged from the black long sword, the ground shook non-stop, Yuehua's robe fluttered, and the man in the black robe flew away. The air collides together.

Shen Fengqu obediently stepped aside and asked him to do it, but he really couldn't do it to that face.

Wuyou should have been watching them from somewhere in the illusion, Shen Fengqu glanced at the surrounding environment, passed the Taoist voice to the young man, and disappeared in place.

Now we have to find Wuyou first.

Shen Fengqu came to a cave. The cave was damp and cold. There were many murals engraved on the walls inside. The light was too dark to see clearly. He lit a long letter lamp and looked at the murals above.

The mural depicts a scholar. This scholar was born in a poor family, but he was extremely talented. He studied hard since he was a child. However, his fate was short-lived, and he faced misfortune again and again in his life.

Later, the scholar met a monk who said he wanted to convert him. With the help of the monk, the scholar gradually came out of the shadow of depression, no longer immersed in the past, and gradually returned to a normal life.

After a few years like this, when everyone thought that things had turned around and things were calm, on an ordinary day, the scholar hanged himself.

Before committing suicide, the scholar left a blood book to the monk.

Every word and sentence, weeping blood is hard to calm down.

Shen Fengqu was slightly stunned when he saw those two lines.

"Three feet of life, a scholar. If you have nothing to do, it is difficult to cross the mountain."

This is what he saw in the dilapidated courtyard in the ancient ruins village, and the monk who came here should be Wuyou.

The scholar failed to jump over this pass mountain in the end, and chose to escape with death.

Shen Fengqu was still thinking, and noticed a slight movement from the side. He saw a corner of Yuehua's white robe from the corner of his eyes, and was still surprised that it was so fast?

"solved?"

Before he turned around, the people behind him hugged his waist and pushed him against the wall vigorously, the scorching breath splashed on his neck, Shen Fengqu's forehead hit the mural, and it hurt a little.

Not knowing what the boy was messing around with, he pinched the boy's fingertips, "Let go, are you injured?"

Shen Fengqu turned around, and met a familiar gorgeous face, which was a bit cold in the beauty, and he saw a section of dark vines from the corner of his eyes, he was in a bad mood, and he was about to conjure a long sword of moonlight in his sleeve.

However, the other party reacted faster than him, the vine wrapped around his wrist and raised it above his head, Shen Fengqu leaned his back against the wall, trying to struggle with his wrist, the vine bound him even tighter.

He looked at "Chu Linyuan" in front of him, and subconsciously glanced out of the cave again, with worry in his eyes.

The man stared at him with downcast eyes, pinched his chin with his cold white and slender fingertips, then slowly moved down, and gently opened a corner of his clothes.

Looking at the scarlet marks on it, he snorted, "You did it."

Shen Fengqu noticed that the person in front of him had a very gloomy aura, and knew that it was just an illusion in the illusion, so he didn't make a sound, silently thinking about how to untie the vine first.

"You are really attached to the seal of the demon king... Now you don't hesitate to open your legs..." The man touched his face from the bottom up, his eyes were cold, and a silver blade came out from his wrist, and it pressed against his neck.

The silver blade refracted cold light, and the skin underneath was as cold and white as snow. He exerted a little force, and a trace of deep red spread out.

Shen Fengqu frowned in pain, let out a muffled snort, his fingers condensed spiritual power, and the moment he was about to break free from the vine, a blade of wind slashed over, and a figure came in from outside.

The young man's expression was cold, and he was still holding a long sword in his hand. The blade wind split the vines around his wrist, and the man stepped aside, a long scar was cracked on the mural on the wall.

A circle of bruises condensed on Shen Fengqu's wrist, and he knelt down on the ground, before the long sword in his hand could be transformed, a blade of wind came towards him again.

Before he could block back with his sword, there was a figure in front of him, he heard a muffled sound, and watched Chu Linyuan's chest being pierced by vines.

His pupils shrank slightly, and there was glaring blood in front of his eyes. The man holding the vine on the opposite side didn't seem to have thought of it. A trace of complexity flashed between his expressions, and blood dripped from the vine with a "click".

Chu Linyuan stood on the spot without moving, the black long sword contained endless sword intent, the sword intent fell on the man, and the man turned into a demonic energy and dissipated in the air.

"Who told you to come over and block it? It's not like I can't hide from it?" Shen Fengqu felt a dull pain in his heart, and pushed Chu Linyuan's shoulder, watching his face turn paler and his movements lighten.

Chu Linyuan looked down at him, the corners of his lips tightened, "Is Master hurt?"

"You still have time to worry about me?" Shen Fengqu was a little speechless, watching the big hole in his chest, which gradually became smaller, was also a little shocked by this kid's healing ability.

After a while, the wound gradually healed. The wound I made on my wrist before should be because I didn't want to heal, so I left it alone.

Shen Fengqu noticed that his eyes seemed to be red again, and the surrounding demon energy was surging. He held the young man's wrist, "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's all an illusion."

Noticing that the young man's eyes fell on his neck, Shen Fengqu felt the pain belatedly. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and touched the blood on his hand.

Chu Linyuan held his wrist slightly, and white light came out from his fingertips, helping him heal the wound on his neck.

The young man's fingertips were stained with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was surrounded by demonic energy. His voice was very soft, "Blame me... for hurting Master again..."

Shen Fengqu felt that his fingertips were on it all the time, as if he wanted to wipe off all the blood on it, Chu Linyuan's expression also became abnormal, and he started talking to himself.

"You don't have to blame yourself...Yuan'er?"

Shen Fengqu clenched his hand, "It's okay, these are all fake, don't be fooled, Master, isn't it good?"

"It's okay, let's find a way out first."

Shen Fengqu quietly wiped off the blood on his neck and the blood stains on his body, he took the boy by the hand, hugged him gently, and patted him on the back.

"Master is really fine..."

Chu Linyuan held his wrist again, staring at him for a long while, the redness in his eyes slowly disappeared, and gradually returned to normal.

A line of sight came from mid-air, Shen Fengqu seemed to look over, and saw a figure in the depths of the cave.

Wuyou stood in front of the murals in the distance, looked at them, shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with pity.

"Being vicious is a great evil."

After the voice fell, the illusion around them changed again, and the magic fog continued to surge. Shen Fengqu used his long sword to pierce the black magic fog, and the silver-white light shone in all directions. Overturned.

Like a huge wave overwhelming the sky, the moment Shen Fengqu resisted the coercion, a fishy sweetness overflowed from his throat, the surrounding golden light and magic mist were intertwined, vaguely a huge bell was overturned towards them.

Spiritual power splashed out in mid-air, rippling out circle after circle of invisible ripples, tingling when it touched the skin, Shen Fengqu felt a lightness around him, and the corner of his eyes caught the corner of Yuehua Baipao.

The young man covered his eyes from behind, with a hoarse voice, "Master, wait for me..."

There was a crack in the sky, Shen Fengqu felt the endless coldness spreading around, the dark clouds rolled and collided together, like a bloody mouth that could swallow everything.

Then the surroundings became quiet for a moment, he passed out, he couldn't hear anything, and the moment before he closed his eyes, the red eyes of the young man were reflected.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was in a white fog, and he saw a small figure at the end of the fog.

It was a young boy monk, standing in front of Yanyue Temple with clean and clear eyes, his eyes were mature and calm beyond his age.

"You are destined to be a Buddha, you were born without desire, you have the appearance of blessing the common people, and all the seven emotions are emptied. From then on... you will be called Wuyou."

Wuyou was a young talent in Yanyue Temple. Before he was ten years old, he learned the art of divination, and he could predict the fate of the world by relying on six lines.

With compassion in his heart, he often goes to save those who have a rough fate, and because of his extremely high cultivation, he is well-known in the world and is known as a living eminent monk.

Shen Fengqu watched Wuyou's figure change from a young age to the side.

After growing into an adult, Wuyou still abides by morality, follows the rules and insists on being kind, and saves many people. After many years like this, he only meets a scholar in Zhuanming Town.

Although the scholar is talented, but his fate is short-lived, and he begins to give up on himself under constant blows. His whole body is like a straw on the verge of death, and he may lose his vitality at any time.

Wuyou transformed the scholar, and earnestly persuaded the scholar not to be trapped in sadness all the time. He stayed in Zhuanming Town for five years and pulled the scholar out of the shadows.

However, when everything was about to be resolved and developing in a good direction, the scholar hanged himself, and died quietly.He stood in the yard for a long time that day, and began to fall into confusion.

He began to think about the meaning of life, and then he found that some good people have worked hard all their lives, but still did not get the good results they deserved. They did many good things, but the result was only nightmares.On the contrary, there are many wicked people who not only live recklessly, but also can easily get things that good people can't get with their best efforts.

Unjust cases are hard to settle, and human nature should be lost.

He began to become a person who slays evil, and he formulated a set of rules of good and evil to give those wicked people the punishment they deserved.

In the beginning, he killed those vicious people. Many corrupt officials, hypocrites and monks from all over the world were killed by him.

The more he killed, the more he killed...until he discovered that some people, even if they were born good and never did bad things, could still commit heinous mistakes because of evil thoughts that arise in a moment.

Later, he started to tell fortunes. Some people are born to go astray, so his existence is meaningless at all.

The person who killed gradually changed from a vicious person to a person who made an unforgivable mistake, to a person who often harbored evil thoughts on weekdays... and finally to a person who may make mistakes in the future.

Elder Zhao once murdered his son, and the tiger poison does not eat his son, so he should be killed... The villagers in the ancient ruins often have evil thoughts towards their neighbors, and their hearts are vicious, so they should be killed... The waiter in the inn at the foot of Tianshui, who sells girls for money, should be killed... ...The demon cultivator and the human race have sex, and the heavens will not allow it, so they should be killed...

From then on, he went further and further away, and when he turned back, his hands were already covered with blood.

Which is good and which is evil?

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