My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

When Yan Zhou broke into the Yin Yang sect, he didn't mobilize the crowd.

It doesn't mean that he mobilizes the crowd by himself, but that Mr. Jiu seems to have expected him to come, and he didn't arrange a manpower to carry out a siege, so that he can get in and out.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, and the guards on the outskirts of the city wall stood guard at the gate dedicatedly, turning a blind eye to let a dark shadow pass by.

Everyone tacitly pretended not to see it, and relaxed their vigilance rarely.

Yanzhou found Mrs. Shuang without any difficulty. This woman was still walking on the stone path in the middle of the night, with a graceful figure, and she walked out of the temperament of a draft pick on the dark road without torches.

There was a person following behind him, although there was no candlelight to illuminate him, he could still feel it through his breath. Master Shuang's eyeballs slanted to the side, and with a barely audible snort, he led the person to an empty space with Mr. Jiu's order. Court.

Pushing open the door, one sees a sword stuck in the ground.Immediately afterwards, the wind blew the door shut, and the candles in the pavilion suddenly lit up.

The decoration of this empty pavilion is empty and old, without any sundries such as tables, chairs, benches, etc. The candlesticks are hung directly from the roof, probably for a long time, the candle oil is as yellow as dirt, and the smell of burning is strong, as if covered with a thick layer of ash. Heartbreaking.

There was only one sword on the ground, which was his surprise.Back then when the sword fell from the mulberry pond, I thought I didn't know which mud and sand it was buried in to rot, but I didn't know that it was preserved intact.

Like an old friend, I don't know if there is a sense of familiarity back then.

Yan Zhou stared at Wen Jing in a daze, not even noticing the elusive Mr. Jiu.

"Long time no see, Sangchi's—Huang."

Yan Zhou's ears froze for a moment, but he didn't turn his head.

10 years ago, at the foot of Qionglan Mountain, Yanzhou bumped into a practicing demon, or it is more appropriate to call it a spirit.At that time, there was no concept of monsters in the world, there were only gods and the way of heaven.

The spirit at the foot of Qionglan Mountain is a species other than gods found on the mulberry pond. If it is discovered by a god, it probably has no way out.

This spirit may be out of instinct, the first time we met, it showed a gifted attack ability. He doesn't get close to anyone, and his eyes are full of hostility, even if Yanzhou shows him a friendly smile several times. , he is not familiar with it, he has thorns all over his body, so he is not easy to mess with.

Later, Sangchi touched a place, the snow-capped mountains and the land began to recover, flowers bloomed everywhere, and the water flowed thousands of miles. The gods called it the human world. species.

The spirit on Qionglan Mountain has an official name, called Mo.

Mr. Jiu has never participated in anything in the heavenly realm. He is a bystander, taking all the causes and consequences of things into his eyes.Perhaps it is precisely because of being a bystander that Mr. Jiu can see more clearly than any god on the Sangchi.

He hates the greed of these gods, the irrationality of these gods, and the needless struggle and confrontation.

At the beginning, he was the most world-weary person in charge, his eyes were bland and tasteless.

But time, the most eternal knife, cut him sharp and smooth.

Mr. Jiu never shows up. He has no emotion but is transparent. At the same time, he is also ruthless and cold-blooded.

"The biggest mistake of Tianjie back then was that Shenyun was not thorough, which is why there are so many troubles now."

Yan Zhou listened to the scriptures, and his eyes noticed a small blue bottle hanging in front of Wen Jing.

There is a loud sound under the bottle, which has lost its golden light and is lifeless.

"You guessed that I would come?" Although Yan Zhou was questioning, his tone was very certain.

Mr. Jiu said leisurely: "Because I know that God has been an irrational lunatic since ancient times."

"It will end eventually." After Mr. Jiu said this, Yan Zhou looked back, only to see a man in a black robe standing in the shadows. The wide hood covered Mr. Jiu's entire face, and the black paint was hollow. .

"End? When will it end?" Yan Zhou asked.

Yan Zhou once thought that the end is death, but the current situation is still some distance from his "end of life".

Mr. Jiu in the darkness did not answer his words. This question filled every corner of the empty room, and then slowly settled like dust.

It's like a pavilion that has been in disrepair for a long time. It stands there every day, but one day when people find it, it has already become a pile of ruins.

Yanzhou took away the blue bottle, Dayin, and Wen Jing.

He hid in a ruined temple in the wilderness, and poured the bottle of blue flowing liquid into Bing Tilian.Dayin was used as a door bolt and hung horizontally behind the door. Although the ruined temple had air leaks from all sides, fortunately the area where the ruins were not large, the room became much darker after the door was closed, and Yan Zhou felt safer.

I don't know how long it will take to sculpt Xue Huan's body. Only now that he is left alone in this quiet corner, he has the leisure to think for himself.

The Nanfo Bingdilian in front of him is not real, it has everything, including Dayin, including the bottle containing Xue Huan's soul.

In other words, everything was unreal in Chaoqiuna from the very beginning.

Why did Xue Huan disappear in front of his own face, why did he go to Zhaoning to get Bingdilian, why did he go to Yinyangzong to ask for Xue Huan's soul body, why did he meet his old friend on Qionglan Mountain, and why did he see his surprise.

Sitting here until now, the only thing he feels unreal is why he thinks that Xue Huan is still alive and not dead.

Wen Jing held the sword in his hand, and there was no reaction at all, so he didn't have the aura of calling the wind and calling the rain back then, shaking the prehistoric world with a single sword.

For 10 years, pearls have also boiled into gravel.

Not weird, not weird.

Therefore, the law of right and wrong.

When can I die, when can it end?

Yan Zhou stared at Bing Dilian, who was shining with golden light, the blue color had been penetrated long ago, making it hard to tell the real from the fake, the real from the real.

If Xue Huan could be reborn, he would definitely not want to see himself when he opened his eyes.

Yan Zhou stood up and walked towards the door.

"Just leave it here." He opened his lips lightly, and looked around the ruined temple, except for Bing Dilian, there was nothing unusual.

It's like a flash of surprise before the end.

It is also like life does not bring death and does not take away.

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With death chasing after him, Yan Zhou suddenly became very busy.

It is not a good thing that the astrology disk falls into the hands of Li Shangnian. Although Daozhuang is not a god, it has carried the will of the gods for many years. It means that when the time comes, the world will be turned upside down, and people will be devastated.

Every time he thinks of this, Yanzhou will have a mentality of protecting food, it's not your thing, and he is shameless for occupying it.

It's just that he was injured, so I don't know the odds of winning.

"Give me in!"

"hurry up!"

The guards on both sides of Li Shangnian pushed Jun'an and Nan Xiaohui into the sword training room together, pushing and shoving again, Jun'an's shoulder hit the ice-hard prison door, and his chin hit Nan Xiaohui's collarbone, causing him to shiver from the pain.

This is a simple small cell that can only accommodate two people. It is built against the corner of the wall. There are hard iron picks on three sides. The door lock is made of something. Once locked, the only way to open it is to violently chop it. Hacking, and this sword chopping is not something that can be cut off by any sword, it can be said to be locked once, without a key.

Jun An's head was buzzing, and just as his eyes cleared up, he saw Li Shangnian stepping in while suppressing his anger.

Although the clothes of the two of them didn't touch each other, Jun'an could still feel that his teeth must be gnashing.

"My lord, the furnace fire is not at its peak yet, and it will take about two hours before the best time to invest in the sword and iron."

As soon as Li Shangnian came in, someone immediately came over to report the situation to him.

Sword refining should have been ordered by Li Shangnian early in the morning. Judging by the fire in the sword furnace in front of him, it has been burning for a long time.

What kind of back road is this?

Jun'an thought, what kind of phoenix is ​​this old man who can't cultivate, so he came to practice "magic sword"?

Where is the sorcery stolen from again.

"It's been too long." Li Shangnian said lukewarmly.

The person who made the report bowed respectfully and remained silent for a few seconds, guessing the mood of this "big god", and said after consideration: "Forging a good sword, apart from the quality of the material itself, the strength of the fire is also very important—"

"I said," Li Shangnian interrupted him, "it's too long!"

The man shut his mouth immediately, bent even lower, it was wrong to say more, he might as well wait for instructions and just point directly.

"Throw things down right now."

"Yes."

After the conversation ended briefly, the man took a step back, and the guard walked over nimbly, slashed open the lock of the small cell door, opened the door, and pulled Jun An out.

His actions were rude, directly grabbing Junan's collar, Nan Xiaohui leaned over a little worried, but was kicked back by the guard, hitting his forehead against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Jun An saw Nan Xiaohui being kicked, struggling and twisting all the time.

But his hands were tied, like a loach, he couldn't hold back the four hands, so he had to open his mouth to be brave.

"Li Shangnian, do you have the ability to fight me one-on-one with knives and guns, or do you say you have no ability, so you can only tie my hands to fear me!"

Li Shangnian had never heard this kind of words thousands or hundreds of times when he was young. They were all incompetent babbles, and he became numb and annoying after hearing too much.

He has a lot of experience and is not easy to be irritated by a hairy kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so his cold eyes didn't give Junan any favors. Looking at the fire in the sword furnace, he was still warm.

"I think you are useless, mediocre, what kind of shit can't be tempered, get angry, what you did today is completely proving to the world that you are a clown, or a person who can't pay back anything. Big clown, don’t deny it, don’t say that I’m yelling for my life, I’m not afraid of death, but you are, not only are you afraid, you also feel inferior!”

Li Shangnian's eyelashes trembled, and he was a little moved.

"You are very capable in occupying my clan's land, aren't you? What do you think you can prove by killing my father and my whole family? You think I don't know what you want in your heart, do you want to become a god?" Jun An sneered, spit, "Are you worthy?"

I don't know how high the sky is.

Li Shangnian wanted to be next to a dog that kept farting, but this dog not only barked, but also bit his shoe.

Maybe it was because of his obsession with becoming a god, so after he failed, he resisted this title, and when he heard it mentioned, he felt uncomfortable.

What kind of bullshit gods are not uncommon.

Li Shangnian walked in front of Jun'an, still calm, he looked around, took a deep breath, and said, "When your father died, he didn't bark like you."

"you!"

"However, the appearance of the other people on the side is exactly the same as yours. They are indeed a family."

"Li Shangnian, you—"

"Do you know what's in this sword furnace?" He said, "I heard that the Jun family has a lot of inspiration in making swords. There are two swords, one is Chuji, and the other is Canglan. That woman cried out not to hold the sword. I handed it over, and I threw it into the sword furnace with my whole body, and there was not a drop of slag left."

Jun An's eyes were red, he was held down by the guards, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his lips were already trembling with anger.

"So, what about you?"

Li Shangnian's mouth curled up and he smiled, but it made people feel chills in his heart.