Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

In a stone pavilion less than [-] meters away, Ling Yuchen and Ye Ziyi were talking happily.

Of course, the so-called pleasant conversation is just what Ye Ziyi thinks.

Ling Yuchen only dealt with him out of politeness, but his inner worries about Ji Linchuan's safety never dissipated.

Ye Ziyi seemed to be aware of it a little, and led the topic as if inadvertently: "... Speaking of the secret realm, this time I happened to get a chance on an unnamed stone tablet on the sixth floor, but I have never been able to understand it thoroughly."

Then, he took out a piece of milky white jade, and continued: "The stone tablet has a history of tens of thousands of years, and there are several sword marks engraved on it. The sword intent is extremely extraordinary, but I can't take it away. Get up, luckily I kept a little bit of sex, but please take a look."

He raised his head, and there was a tinge of blush on his handsome face: "I think senior brother has a lot of knowledge, so he can give Ziyi some advice."

"I'll do my best." Ling Yuchen didn't pay attention to his expression, just took the jade piece, and finally raised some interest.His slender and well-framed hand slid across the jade piece, and after a while, he couldn't help but close his eyes to feel the breath on it, which seemed to be a bit of a love.

Ye Ziyi looked at his sharp and handsome face, pursed his lips and smiled.

And Ji Linchuan was sitting in the stone pavilion next door, with a calm expression on his face.

While filling tea for them, Yin Zijue exhorted: "If you want to be a swordsman, you must first be honest with the sword, and then talk about other things."

His voice was clear and earnest, "There are countless temptations in this world, but to cultivate the sword, you must first cultivate your mind, and to cultivate your mind, you need a clear spiritual platform. Only by being sincere in the way of the sword can you not be fascinated by illusions."

Everyone nodded yes.

Yin Zijue's eyebrows stretched slightly, he already had the face of a young man, but the gentle expression made him feel more friendly.Therefore, the more they communicated, the more open Yin Ziquan and Yin Ziyun became, gradually throwing out all kinds of questions, and Yin Zijue carefully answered them one by one.

Only Ji Linchuan remained silent.

Yin Zijue looked at the thin young man beside him. With his eyesight, he had already seen that the young man was weak in body and poor in aptitude.

However, he and Lu Bai have always been on good terms, and he listened to him when talking about it on weekdays. He only knew that his sword intent was extraordinary, so he fell in love with him.

When he saw the real person at this moment, he had already secretly observed it.Ordinary repairmen who have just completed their sword will often show their sharpness, but this person is very restrained and mellow, and he can't even see that he has a sword.This kind of feeling is either that he has not comprehended the sword intent, or he has reached the state of returning to nature.

And now it's the latter.

This has to be amazing.You must know that even he has only just touched the realm of sword intent, let alone Yin Qi?

He wanted to test something, and said: "How about the long swords you usually use? You might as well let Brother Wei take a look, so I can give you some pointers."

Yin Ziquan and Yin Ziyun put their long swords on the table in response, and said, "Your cousin."

Yin Zijue glanced at the long sword on the table, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I know that the sword should never leave the body. Do you know why Jianzong has such a requirement for the disciples below the foundation stage?" Yin Ziquan said: "Could it be that I wait Is it the same as the sword heart?"

Yin Zijue shook his head, "Not only that." But he didn't continue talking, but turned his head to look at Ji Linchuan, and asked, "Where's your sword?"

Ji Linchuan said: "I don't have a sword in my hand."

"Oh?" Yin Zijue narrowed his eyes slightly, with a half-smile on his face, "Without a sword in your hand, could it be that you have a sword in your heart?"

To his surprise, Ji Linchuan replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes."

He looked at Yin Zijue, who had doubts in his eyes, and suddenly dipped his fingertips in the tea, and began to draw on the stone table.

Yin Zijue watched his handwriting slowly take shape, and suddenly his eyes froze.

What appeared on the table was clearly a "po" character, the handwriting was smooth and restrained, but it also contained a deep sword intent, implying huge waves in the calmness, which shocked Yin Zijue.

At the same time, Ling Yuchen, who was not far away, suddenly felt something, and found a sword intent coming from not far away.

How familiar is that sword intent, he has been discussing with Ji Linchuan for dozens of years, so he doesn't know that this is Ji Linchuan's sword intent!

He suddenly put down the jade piece in his hand, stood up and said to Ye Ziyi: "Sorry, I have something urgent to leave for a while."

Ye Ziyi's smiling expression froze because of this change, and then he said empathetically: "It's okay, senior brother solves the matter, it doesn't matter if Ziyi waits for a while." But the hands under the stone table gradually clenched.

Ling Yuchen didn't notice his insincere words, nodded and left in a hurry. When he came to the place where the sword intent was born, he saw Yin Zijue sitting in the stone pavilion, staring at the handwriting on the stone table in a daze.

The tea was half dry, leaving only a vague outline, but Ling Yuchen recognized Ji Linchuan's handwriting at a glance.He collected himself and let himself calm down for a while, before he said, "Junior Brother Yin."

Only then did Yin Zijue come back to his senses, and asked with some doubts: "...Brother Ling?"

Ling Yuchen said: "Just now I felt a sword intent coming out of this place, but I didn't expect it to be you, junior brother."

Yin Zijue shook his head and said: "Brother misunderstood, this sword intent is not from me, but from a younger generation in my clan. It is really surprising that the sword intent is already very deep at such a young age."

Ling Yuchen asked, "Where is he now?"

After all, I felt that the tone seemed too eager, and added an explanation: "I recently encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation, and I suddenly realized after feeling his sword intent. I really want to discuss it with myself."

Yin Zijue did not doubt that he was there, and said: "I sent someone to send him back just now, and he must not have gone far now."

Ling Yuchen nodded, then walked outside Jianlan Pavilion.

As soon as he left the Jianlan Pavilion, he saw the three of them waiting outside the door, and an inner disciple came with a walking crane and was about to send them back.

Ling Yuchen noticed the thinnest boy among the three at a glance.The loose robe set off his frail figure, and his complexion was sickly pale, but his eyes were as calm as a cold pool, so familiar.

He couldn't help walking over, staring deeply at Ji Linchuan and said, "This junior, is it convenient for you to come with me?"

Yin Ziquan looked at Ling Yuchen vigilantly, and tugged on his cousin's sleeve with some worry.Ji Linchuan gave him a reassuring look, then looked at Ling Yuchen and said, "But according to senior brother's orders."

The two stopped in a remote place.

Ling Yuchen was full of doubts and vague expectations, and slowly said: "Your handwriting..."

Ji Linchuan sighed and said, "Yuchen."

"you……"

This title was so familiar, Ling Yuchen was both shocked and ecstatic.Although I don't know how Ji Linchuan escaped from the Demon Lord, and it seems that he has changed into another body, but it is very lucky that he is safe and sound.

It took him a long time to calm down, hesitantly said: "How have you been these past few years?"

Ji Linchuan shook his head, unwilling to mention these things, he just said: "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Ling Yuchen responded directly: "But it's okay to say, I will do my best to help."

"Take me back to Xuanxianzong."

……

In the Demon Realm Demon Palace, gloomy dark clouds are covering this place, and the rain is pattering down.

The Mozun leaned against the unnamed stone tablet in the forbidden area of ​​the bamboo forest, looking at the scorched land struck by lightning in the distance, his eyes were blank.

He didn't use the rain avoidance formula, and let the rain drenched him to the bone, bringing a bone-chilling chill.The two cut-off swords were held in his arms with great care, and he never left his body for a moment.

Almost like self-torture in his mind, he played back the scene of that day over and over again.

Why did things become like this?

If he could do it all over again, he would sacrifice everything he had, just for that person's life to be smooth and peaceful.

However, things in the world can never be repeated.

He looked sad, and water dripped down his cheeks, whether it was rain or tears.The broken sword blade mercilessly gouged out deep wounds on his wrist, and blood flowed out, but he remained motionless, allowing the pain to flow through his body.

This has become his habit.

Whenever he was in pain, he would use this sword to injure himself. Only in this way could he feel a little sense of redemption, so that he would not be suffocated in the endless regret.

He once wanted to look for the method of soul summoning by spiritual objects again, but when he thought of the cold brows and eyes of that person at that time, and the words of merciless rejection, he felt extremely painful, and he no longer had the courage to search for the next thousand years, and then... wait To endless disappointment.

He was wrong.

Mistakes were made long ago.

He recalled thousands of years ago, when he was still an unknown disciple of Xianzong, he could only look up at that person's back as hard as he could, suppressing the hopeless emotions in his heart until he went crazy.

He once had dark thoughts, wanting to get that person by any means, trap him by his side, wantonly possess love and affection, make him have nothing in his eyes, and let him be the only one in his world.

How crazy this kind of thought is, even though he knew it was wrong, the desire in his heart still grew out of control, especially after that person died, it became even more twisted and crazy...

As a result, when he saw Ji Linchuan, the first thing he wanted to do was to completely possess him.

Why make so many useless excuses?

Regardless of the law of heaven or hatred, he ultimately... completely ruined that person.

It all stems from inferior desires and unbearable obsessions.

Everything is his fault.

Until now, he finally understands that love is not possession, but giving respect to the one he loves; love is not a prison, but giving freedom to the one he loves.

Is it too late to know this now?

He was wrong.

Wrong.

He has personally destroyed the person he loves the most.

He is unforgivable.

It's just that he can no longer let himself be immersed in the emotions of regret and escape, that won't help.

He will do everything he can to make up for his mistakes.

Demon Venerable began to use the method of refining gods to restore his mind to clarity. For the first time, he went down in a sober state to recall the scene of that day... recalling the calm expression on that person's face when he gathered his soul that day.

Then, I realized something was wrong.

He was obsessed with his own delusions before, thinking that the person was completely indifferent in his heart, but how could it be?

That person will care about others inadvertently and silently, he will bear the responsibilities that others fear in silence, and even resolutely use his original power to save other people's lives at the moment of life and death, how can he be a completely indifferent person? ?

Obviously so, so gentle...

And such a person, even after thousands of years, will never face Li Chen indifferently when his soul is scattered.

What's more, since Ji Yingchi had already admitted Ji Linchuan's identity, why didn't that person's soul imprint him at that time?

Unless, the person who gathered his soul in the Nine Nether Reincarnation Lotus that day was not himself, but just a illusory illusion.

Mozun suddenly understood this point, and thought about Ji Yingchi's angry and mocking tone when he spoke to him at the end, there was not much sadness in it, logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this...

Does that mean that Ji Linchuan might not have died?

A faint hope suddenly appeared in Mozun's eyes, and he stepped forward, slightly staggering and embarrassed.

He was going to Shangxuan Xianzong to ask Ji Xuanchi for clarification.