How many times the group portrait is spring

It was only later that Yan Zhi found out that Yan Hua was the only heir recognized by Yan Qi.

From Yan Zhi's point of view, Yan Hua is a waste that cannot be supported by mud.

But Yan Qi told him that if he wanted to kill the people from Qianjiu Palace and even the Eastern Region, he would kill Yan Hua alone, and he must remember to protect him for the rest of his life.

"This Qianjiu Palace will be yours in the future, even the East Territory, even this world." Yan Qi had already shown signs of madness, "Ke Yan Hua, you have to remember, he is your half brother, half brother."

Banyan would not respond to Gu Gu's words, "I am alone and have no relatives or friends."

Yan Qi blinked, as if he didn't expect Yan Zhi to respond to him like this, but Yan Zhi's temperament made Yan Qi feel that his extravagant hope had hope, and he only said: "It's okay, you can keep him safe for the rest of his life. Can."

Compared with Yan Qi's resolute madness, Yan Hua is not at all like him. He would secretly climb up the wall and ask Yan Zhi who is practicing sword: "Are you my brother?"

With Yan Zhi's gaze swept away, Yan Hua trembled and fell off the wall.

"Call me Young Palace Master." Yan Zhi flicked his sleeves, and without even pointing his sword at him, Yan Hua nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurriedly called out: "Okay! Write it down! Young Palace Master! "

Yan Hua didn't care about Yan Zhi snatching his position as the young master of the palace. He didn't have the demeanor of the young master of Qianjiu Palace. Say: "It's Shuhua Banquet, not Yanhua."

Yan Zhi was not interested in these trifles of the Yan family's past, so he made a covenant with Yan Qi, and when he got the Xuan Tianzong Zhenzong's most important treasure, Xuan Tianshi, he would be the justifiable palace master of Qianjiu Palace.

The purpose of the two of them is the same - to break through the heavens.

Yan Qi intends to find Shu Yanqing, his first wife, whom he refined into a living soul a hundred years ago.

Yan Zhi only knew that beyond the sky, there was something he wanted to pursue no matter what, even if it took thousands of years, even if he finally fought against the cultivation world, he would only die in exchange.

Picking up Yan Huai, who was about the same age as him, was an accident, or maybe it was fate. He didn't want to go to the experience banquet in the dense forest of the Eastern Realm, but on the day of the experience, he suddenly changed his mind and stepped into the dense forest.

The dense fog in the dense forest obscured the way ahead, and the gloomy sky foreshadowed that heavy rain was coming. There were even more ferocious beasts, snakes and insects blocking his way, and there was a very annoying Shu Huayan who kept making noises in his ears.

Yan Zhi walked all the way silently, until he saw a humanoid figure barely crawling out of the quagmire, he suddenly stopped walking and looked at the place quietly.

This first meeting was like a reunion after an eternity, and Shu Huayan even cut off his side and said, 'Ghost! ' screamed.

"Save...save me..." Yan Huai's cry was extremely weak, but Yan Zhi could hear every word clearly. He even gave up his habit of not liking contact with people for the first time, and carried the clay figurine on his back, one step at a time. Step out of the dense forest.

The young man with broken meridians is too thin, and the blood scabs on his wrists are old. Yan Zhi turned his back on the people behind him, showing no pity or pity at all. On the contrary, Shu Huayan saw the face clearly, and kept chirping in his ear non-stop.

The kidnapped ghost doctor Qianqiu was full of arrogance, and refused to treat the dying man, Yan Zhi put his lips under his lips and thought about it, then softly said: "Then let's kill him."

If you refuse to save someone, you will die.

Qian Qiu, who was restrained again, was full of astonishment, Kan Yanzhi was serious about him, so he hurriedly said: "It can be saved! It can be saved!"

"Young Palace Master, look at his meridians are broken, his tendons in his hands and feet are crippled, even if he finds ten more single spiritual roots, it will cost less than saving him..." Qian Qiu was very distressed about his medicine, and talked a lot.

Yan Zhi didn't give Qian Qiu any more emotion, he just looked at the unconscious person on the couch and said indifferently: "Save him."

He is not a good person, but if it is this person, he wants to save him.

"He... he still has eye disease... even if he was saved, it is uncertain who saved him..." Qianqiu's tone weakened.

"Then it will be cured together."

"..." Qianqiu, who dug a hole by himself and danced by himself, had a heart attack, but because of Yan Zhi's eyes, he really had no life to speak of, so he could only do his best to treat this person. If this person recovered, his life would be saved.

Yan Huai's eyes were a bottomless pool of deep green.

Yan Zhi pulled Yan Huai's blindfolded ribbon, and looked at You Lu for a moment, neither of them spoke, and Yan Huai had no fear in his eyes.

Yan Zhi thought for a while and said, "From now on, I will be your lord."

"Yanzhi, remember my name."

Yan Huai did remember that it took him ten years to become his confidant and the most capable subordinate.

It was Yan Huai who held the bamboo flute in his hand and planned every step for him.

Including the matter of designing scenery.

"Attack the heart first." Yan Huai looked at the informant and told him that Jing Rong would never go down the mountain once in more than ten years.

Starting from the small town in the south is the layout they have laid out.

Originally, Yanzhi planned to let Shu Huayan go, he was the most popular person in Qianjiu Palace, but Shu Huayan cried, made trouble and hanged himself, insisting that letting him enter Xuantianzong was to let him die.

Yan Huai thought about it, and said: "Shuhua Banquet sees color and changes meaning, it is not a good strategy."

Yan Huai, who has not changed his complexion for ten years, is not pleasing, the ruthless Taoist does not accept people of the opposite sex, Zhou Jue only has money in his eyes, and the two brothers Xuan Ye and Xuan Jing have different intentions. The only reliable one left is He was alone.

Yan Zhi pursed his lips, and said: "This seat is not pleasing."

Yan Huai responded to him: "Learn, just learn how to behave like Shu Huayan."

Although they didn't understand why Shu Huayan, a man who sees the wind and the wind, pleases others so much, but Shu Huayan is just pleasing, not flattering, but he praises others, and he always has a very sincere and smiling face, which makes people like him. I can't see half of it being fake.

Yan Zhi felt that he had learned some of the essence of Shuhuayan, at least Xuantianzong rarely hated him, and compared with Shuhuayan, he was superior in that he could cook.

What's even more commendable is that Jing Rong is much easier to get in touch with than they imagined, and his defense is also low. Yan Zhi's false sincerity, Jing Rong gave him a thousand times.

"Master..." Yan Zhi said in a low voice, and hid behind Jing Rong, Jing Rong lost the desire to listen to Taoist Tianquan.

You have to show weakness, you have to pretend to be good, and you have to maintain this false sincerity without losing your heart.

Yan Zhi did a great job everywhere, originally he was worried about him, Yan Huai, who followed behind, left after the incident of the water demon, leaving Yan Zhi alone to get along with Jing Rong.

How could Yan Huai's indifferent mind help those who were attacked by demons, let alone let his sword be stepped on? Fortunately, Duan Changkong and Jing Rong knew little about Yan Huai, and Duan Changkong, who fell into the water, could not Just treat yourself as unlucky.

As for the scene in Yan Zhi's arms, it's not too soul-stirring, so how can we find out if it's true or not.

Meeting Chunqiu Eleven was an accident. When Yan Zhi heard that Jing Rong ordered Lin Wudu to block a sword, he was flustered. Although the seal he formed could prevent the cultivation realm from becoming an illusion of Qi training, but at that time, Chunqiu Eleven was after all. It's the ancestor of Huashen, so he won't fail to see his blindfold.

Fortunately, Spring and Autumn Eleven had no intention of talking too much, and another catastrophe was saved for the banquet.

Yan Zhi felt that he still pretended to be a qi training disciple, even though he could hardly remember when he was training qi, but the fact that he was not afraid of the terrifying scene in the secret realm of Shuyang still exposed him a bit.

The so-called broken meridians, Yanzhi plotted, from the beginning it was Xuantianshi, and later Nan Siyuan helped him point out the way to the southern border. This plot also weaves a new path just to invite Jing Rong into the urn .

How can there be no counselor in this scheme, Yan Huai respects him, even his colleagues are used to taking a half step back, and Ning Qing's thoughts on Yan Huai are clearly revealed, in the face of love, people are always easy to lose their minds.

Under Guan Luoyuan, there is an entrance to the demon realm, and they want to unite with the demon clan in the east. It's one thing to plot Jingrong, so how could he discover the entrance.

He originally thought that many things could be decided, but he never thought that since then, Yan Huai's love has grown, the war between the monster race and the human race has started again, and even this chaotic world is paving the way for his banquet.

The world is like chess, the only move he miscalculated is that he had fallen in love with Jing Rong long ago.

If he had realized it earlier, he would not have gone so far.

When Jing Rongzhong blocked the demon tower, Jiuxiaoxue stopped, so it was not a sign of his cold heart. What he saw in the illusion of chaos and void was the young Jingrong, and the dream of Jingrong's illusion, could it be him again?

What is he like?Young and lonely?Or high-spirited?

"Master..." Lu Xinxue, which they had walked together before, was covered with another layer of snow, Yan Zhi covered his lips and coughed, and he stretched out his hand to write their names on the snow.

Lingyun.

Jingrong.

It's not a feast.

He really wanted to give Jing Rong his cleanest self, instead of weaving lies to respond to him who made Jing Rong feel cold.

Just be Lingyun, don't do any banquets, even if you spend a thousand years with Jing Rong in Lingxiao Peak.

In this extremely cold weather, the tears in the corners of Yan Zhi's eyes were already cold before they fell, he threw himself into the snow, his stiff knuckles moved randomly, the tears in Yan Zhi's eyes didn't know where they stopped, He only bent his lips and smiled, showing his inconspicuous canine teeth again, this smile is as straightforward as yesterday.

It's clearly the same person, it's clear that he is Mo Lingyun's, why the two of them are not alike, Ling Yun smiles brightly and sincerely, he only has ambition and calculations left.

"Master... I really won't lie to you again..." Yan Zhi's voice became hoarse, and he said to himself, "Let's see how Spring Snow is doing together... You said that every year we share spring breeze..."

In such a world of ice and snow, no one answered him.

It's better to be alone, at least the tears don't need to be held back, the repeated master's words are echoed in the sky, Yan Zhi closed the cloak, once the eyes were closed, only Jing Rong looked at him, disappointed eyes.

What is his virtue and ability, let the Taoist ruler of this world be filled with melancholy for him, worrying about him and rebelling against the clan rules, but he never cherished the slightest bit, and even gave him a scene full of jokes.

"Master..."

☆, final chapter

The Snow of Nine Heavens once melted in his palm, but now it has condensed into frost and snow falling between the eyebrows of Jing Rong. The Taoist monarch who came one by one with one sword has no fear of ambush. This clear jade crown, the snow falling all over the sky is not as white as his clothes. Live up to the name of Daojun.

In his sight, the sword pierces the light of the sky, cuts off the demons in ten directions, and determines the universe, which is the most clear in this place.

Yan Zhi took a deep look at Jing Rong, no matter how hard he could find the tenderness that had been given to him between his brows and eyes, Jing Rong also looked forward to Yan Zhi, the world was so big that only the two of them looked at each other in the thin snow, and no one wanted to speak first.

"Master..." It was Yan Zhi's long-lost voice that Master broke the silence.

Jing Rong lowered his eyes for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, Ling Xiao sword came out. His sword was so fierce that it was going to go to Yan Zhi's vital point. out.

"You don't have to tease me like this." Jing Rong's voice was cold, and a wave of spiritual power went straight to Yanzhi.

There was pain in Yan Zhi's eyes, he turned sideways and said, "I told you, I will never hurt you."

"You've never done it before." With Jing Rong's cold glance, Ling Xiaojian came out again, "False words are no match for what you have done."

If he had really never thought of hurting him, he would not have betrayed Xuantianzong during the great change, and he would not have left a joke at his succession ceremony.

Let him vomit blood and lose his temper under the crowd, and the banquet will be peaceful.

Sincerity has never been put together by false words, let alone everything is irreversible now, the culprit who hurt him the most can never be written off with one sentence.

This blood-stained disaster did not cease to exist without his forgiveness.

Yan Zhi stepped back a few feet, raised his sword to avoid Jing Rong's attack, when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were slightly red, and he asked very softly: "Do you really miss me that much?"

"Don't you really know how much you have promised me?" Jing Rong retorted, he is the No. 1 cultivator, and he is the first to bear the brunt of the demons and disasters in this world.

"I never thought of hurting you..." Yan Zhi paused when he heard the words, he staggered and almost fell off the cliff, and the flying Ling Xiao Sword also repelled the Seven Star Sword in his palm.

"You never thought about anyone." Pian Jingrong didn't give him a chance to argue.

"I never thought about anyone...?" Yan Zhi took a deep breath, let go of the Seven Star Sword in his hand and let it fall off the cliff, and he was also on the verge of falling. Heinous people..."

People loyal to him died because of him, and those he loved suffered because of him. To this day, he still doesn't understand his own fault.

"Damn you." It was Jing Rongji who sighed softly, and the him in front of him gradually overlapped with the last side in Yanzhi's illusion. It turned out that his ending had been revealed long ago, but Yanzhi didn't know what to do, so he wanted to give it a try.

Jing Rong's words stopped in the middle, the banquet that caused the chaos deserved to die, and he shouldn't have it easy, personally punishing Yanzhi, to him, was the greatest compensation and punishment.

However, when Ling Xiaojian was about to enter the feast and stop the heart gate, the brilliance of heaven and earth rose suddenly, and the two of them froze for a moment, and there was also a phantom covering them in the sky, and someone hugged him from behind Jing Rong, which was clearly insubstantial Existence made Jing Rong feel a long-lost warmth.

It was 'he' who sighed softly in his ear: "If I had known earlier that it was me who hurt you the most, I would rather I never existed."

Yan Zhi stared at the phantom behind Jing Rong that was almost exactly the same as him. The inexplicable familiarity made him speechless, and Jing Rong kept holding the Ling Xiao sword, making it difficult to move forward an inch.

"I am the only one who can kill me in this world." The phantom let go of his hand, "The person who dares to hurt you, even if it is me, deserves to die."

'He' stretched out his hand towards Yanzhi, and sighed softly: "Even if he cut the red line with his own hands, how could you forget him, Jiuxiaolingyun."

Soaring Clouds...

Soaring Clouds...

"I just like Rongxie! I want all the laws of heaven to give in to him! The same goes for the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"

"The Lord of the Beginning God does not need many laws to give way."

"I don't care! I want it!"

Love and hate were clearer in the old year, liking is liking, he is the one who wants to show the world, he is soaring in the sky, and Murong Xie, the two gods, should be the best match in heaven and earth, and even in this myriad worlds.

"Rongxie."

"Rongxie!"

One call after another pieced together a day in the sky, Rong Xie was very indifferent, but he was extremely patient and enthusiastic.

He engraved Rong Xie's name on every place he created, and wanted all of them to remember Rong Xie's supremacy and make way for him.

But in the end, how could he have forgotten him, how could he have hurt him so far? !

Yan Zhi's eyes became hot, and he couldn't stop the tears. Even though the tears blurred his vision, he still trembled and asked himself: "Why is the person who hurt you the most... I was the one from the beginning to the end..."

He loves Rongxie, and he also loves Jingrong. After reincarnated for thousands of years, the love in his heart has never changed, but why...why did he do so many wrong things, which made the distance between them farther and farther, hurting Jingrong? The capacity is getting deeper and deeper...

Yan Zhi stretched out his hand to hold the sharp blade of Ling Xiaojian. He broke down from crying, but still smiled at Jing Rong: "I will never hurt you again...Jing Rong..."

This time, I really won't hurt you again...

Ten thousand years ago when Rong Xie knocked him down for the crime of committing a crime against God, why did he have to soften his heart and leave him fascinated? After ten thousand years of recuperation and recovery, he became another disaster that hurt him.

"Don't meet me again...Rong Xie..." The moment Ling Xiaojian fell into the banquet, his body turned into a flowing light, and fell into the abyss with the banquet, and Rong Xie, who wept softly, disappeared with the wind.

There will be no future... and there will never be a next time. This time, if he destroys his soul, they will no longer be in touch. He didn't hurt Jingrong at all.

This sword soul of Ling Xiao was poured for him, and it was a sliver of obsession to protect Rongxie. Fortunately, after thousands of years, he can still protect Jingrong for the last time.

He has always been the only one who can kill the God of Creation. He was once equal to Rong Xie, and was expelled from the history books for instigating a war of gods.

Looking at it now, without him, everything in Rongxie would be fine, and there would be no worries.

In this world, the biggest fault has always been himself.

Jing Rong stood still, speechless for a long time.

In fact, ever since he obtained a sliver of divine power in ancient times, he had a faint feeling. Ten thousand years ago, he fell into the hands of a demon god. The demon god who often comes to look for him, the world will be quiet.

He couldn't even explain clearly why he fell to the ground when he clearly killed the Demon God with his own hands.

It wasn't until after going through thousands of miles, Fan Chen taught him joy, sorrow, sorrow, anger, ignorance, love and hatred, that he finally realized that no matter the demon god Nine Heavens Lingyun or the demon king Mo Lingyun, he was moved.

But it was too late.

One drop of God's tears came thousands of years late.

Jing Rong can't say anything against his will, and the reincarnation of thousands of years is just another reincarnation. He has been taught in the world, but it is difficult to return to the mortal world.

He wore white clothes and went to the depths of Jiuxiaotian, no one knew where he would stop.

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☆、Extra: Ji Yu Chapter

My name is Wen Yu, and I am a direct disciple of the head of the Hengshan Sword Sect. My parents warned me before I started, that those who enter the path of ruthlessness need to be ruthless and heartless, and those who have no distractions can achieve greatness.

I blamed me for being too young, and it wasn't because of Sigu's fate. I just thought, if Master treats me so well, I should treat him better.

The catastrophe of master's transformation into a god is imminent, and he deliberately avoids me. Even if I am worried, I have no way to ask.

It is very boring to stay alone in the door. A few days ago, Miss Eleven and Senior Brother Li Zhifeng accompanied me through Hengshan Mountain. On Eleven, I told me some interesting things outside the mountain, and made me sugar cakes. She is an excellent person. Very nice smile.

Eleven fingertips lightly tapped the center of my eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Little Ayu, sister, my golden elixir has been completed."

"Miss Eleven is amazing!" I hurriedly praised her.

"That's not true, I'm Eleven!" Eleven likes others to praise her, and every time she is praised, she always smiles and bends her eyebrows, Li Zhifeng also smiles, her eyes fall on her face, and then he said lazily: "Praise yourself again?"

Every time he does this, he always has to be beaten more than ten times before he changes his words, and he doesn't know what the habit is.

"Such a young Jindan Dzogchen, I'm afraid there will be another Daoist in the world." The words in my heart were unconsciously spoken, and I heard Eleven's answer: "No, I just became a Huashen They don't know either."

"But Miss Eleven, you are very talented..."

Li Zhifeng touched his lips with a vertical finger, and I also stopped talking.

It's true that they are good friends, but Li Zhifeng told me not to mention his real name in front of Eleven. Girl Eleven seems to only have the name Eleven. I don't know anything about her except her name, but she is an excellent person. knew.

"I don't care about these false names." Eleven snorted, and waved at me again, "Alright little Ayu, we still have something to do, so let's go first."

"it is good."

Except for them, my daily life is deserted, as the world thinks, there are few disciples of Wuqing Dao, and my life is 23 years, except for being a disciple of Hengshuo Taoist and getting acquainted with them.

The turning point in my life was the night when Master was baptized by the Heavenly Tribulation. Until I died, I was thinking, I shouldn’t have opened that door, and I shouldn’t have delusional thinking that I could carry his thunder disaster for Master.

The master failed in crossing the catastrophe, and his cultivation retreated to the early Yuanying stage. He kept silent about which link the failure was in, and the elders also comforted him.

After all, this is a good thing. If he failed to cross the tribulation, he just retreated from his cultivation base. Most monks, once they fail, they have to use their lives to make up for it.

Master locked himself in the back mountain, saying that he wanted to stabilize the origin, and I also closed the door to thank guests.

Everyone in the world knows that Taoist Hengshuo has retreated a lot in cultivation, but no one knows that my golden elixir has retreated to build a foundation, and I have abolished my Taoism for more than ten years overnight.

I don't remember how long I shut myself up until Master knocked on my door and called me Ah Yu, tears that had dried up for a long time suddenly fell.

He said, "Ah Yu, eat something."

He didn't have much confidence in what he said, and I couldn't respond to him.

When the master pushed the door open, I stood up with force. He took my sword out of its sheath in his hand, and the blade just stuck to his neck. The master stood upright, motionless.

Tangtang Yuanying was brought to the neck by my little Zhuji, which is also funny.

But I couldn't laugh, so I asked him: "Master, you taught me to get rid of the seven emotions and get rid of the six desires, but why did you break my precepts?"

Master was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to answer me: "If killing me makes you feel better, then do it, Ah Yu."

For some reason, I suddenly laughed, but the tears in my eyes couldn't stop, I threw my sword half-madly, and looked away confusedly.

"go out……!"

Master didn't come again, and I huddled in my small courtyard and refused to go out. I was drowsy every day, and I wrote many letters to my family, but I didn't send any of them.

I don't know how the news of Master's committing a love calamity spread. This is a big taboo in the Wuqing Dao. As the leader of the Wuqing Dao, he actually made such a foolish mistake.

Master was put in confinement, and the elders said that they would arrest those who caused Master to violate the precepts of love. I, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was the first person they suspected.

No doubt, I am.

The disciples of the same school smashed the gate of my courtyard, and the elders with senior qualifications could tell at a glance that my golden core had retreated to the early stage of foundation establishment. What is there to justify?

The elders set me at the stake according to the family rules. My father and mother rushed over from thousands of miles away. I saw them from afar, and saw my mother crying into tears. My father helped her to stand still, and she couldn't stop crying , I couldn’t make a sound, and I heard my mother ask me: "Yu'er, Yu'er, how did mother teach you to be polite...how are you...so...unbelievable..."

Before the words finished, Mother was about to faint from crying, and Father, a calm scholar, also had red eyes and tightly shut his mouth.

They can't save me, they know it, and I know it too.

All the former colleagues in the audience shouted slogans: "Burn her to death! Burn to death this charming traitor!"

"It's all her fault! It ruined the master's practice for hundreds of years!"

……

"I didn't..." The words stuck in my throat, I lowered my head, and felt that I really deserved to die, even though I never knew why Master was attracted to me.

Under the scorching sun, I only felt cold, and the cold went into my bones. I no longer looked at how the audience hated me, and ignored all kinds of vicious curse words. Come on, stop trampling me with these words.

I have never been in love with... I don't know the etiquette and shame...

I want to be a good daughter...a good apprentice...what's wrong...

The world never wants to listen to the explanation of the weak...

The moment the fire ignited, I thought I would no longer be cold, and I would no longer be in pain.

But someone is here.

Master, he was crazy. He shattered the confinement formation in the back mountain, extinguished the raging fire with his hands, and came straight to me.

"Wenyu has never done anything wrong! It was I who broke the precepts and messed with her morality, and if she is punished, she should be punished. What kind of skill is bullying my disciple?!" Master's roar resounded through the sky.

"Yang Ji, are you crazy?!" There was a mess on and off the stage, and the elders who were watching the execution came onto the stage one after another.

"You are so bewitched by this woman?!"

"As long as you let go of her and go back with us to receive the punishment, we will still recognize you as a disciple of the Hengshan Sword Sect. Such a farce has never happened today."

Some persuaded him, some hated iron but not steel, but they didn't take me personally.

I couldn't speak, and my lips were opened and closed several times, but I was dumb.

It was Master who put a curse on me.

He stood up slowly holding me, the sword in his hand never let go, I heard him say: "It was my fault first, why do you bother a weak woman."

"It's clear that she bewitched you!" The Great Elder was the first to retort, "Yang Ji, if you still don't let her go, are you trying to make us our enemy?"

"It seems that this is the only way to save her, uncle." The master twitched the corners of his lips, and there was no smile in his eyes.

I don't remember what happened, Master blindfolded me and said, Ah Yu, I won't let you die.

He alone has hundreds of enemies, but fortunately, most of the Hengshan Sword Sect are former classmates and those who listened to his teachings. We escaped from the mountain gate in embarrassment, and we are destined, but there is no place in this world that can accommodate us anymore.

Master said, "Let's go to the east."

That is the boundary between Moxiu and Mozu. He is a model of righteousness, but he can say such a thing. Is it true that the word "love" makes people dizzy?

I don't love him, and I can't say I hate him. It's just that my heart is very tired, and the originally peaceful world suddenly collapsed.

In fact, the master is very good, well-born, good-natured, high-cultivation, he has written a lot of books related to ruthless swordsmanship, when I worshiped him, I also admired him very much.

Enter the way of extreme emotion and practice the law of ruthlessness.

This is what he said, look, isn't it wrong?

Master was considerate to me and took good care of my injuries all the way. I thought that no woman would be willing to let down his affection, but I still don't love him.

"What do you like about me?" I asked him.

"You are very good and gentle..." Master was a little incoherent, and grabbed my hand again, "Ayu, you are the best."

I looked at him and smiled, without saying a word.

On the way to escape, I heard people say that the Wen family had a demon girl who kidnapped the head of Hengshan Sword Sect. , refused to divulge any news about the witch.

Hearing this, I retched again, but I didn't cough up anything. The fishy sweetness in my throat became stronger and spread to my eyes.

After finally escaping to the East Territory, we found an old vacant house to live in temporarily. The old house was like an old small temple, and it was not comfortable to live in. There is no way.

Master can only stop here and think of a way to make up for my physical deficiency.

My condition is getting worse, I know it, and I have no intention of surviving.

When the master came back that day, he said, "Ah Yu, let's get married."

"Okay." I replied.

The newlyweds of two people have no guests and no happy hall.

I wore a red dress, and my master painted my eyebrows and pulled my hair back. He said that the hairpin was very suitable for me when he first saw it. He bought it secretly and didn't dare to give it away.

I let him move, my mouth was as red as a wedding dress, and I was too calm in the bronze mirror, without half the joy of a newlywed.

Master's eyes turned red suddenly, he knelt down and called, "Ayu, look at me."

The master in red is also very good-looking, he is the most handsome and pure man I have ever seen, half kneeling in front of my knees, calling me with red eyes, Ah Yu, look at me.

I looked at him and twitched the corners of my lips.

It was as simple as that, and he smiled with satisfaction. He kissed my fingertips and kept muttering: "Ayu, you are so beautiful today, you must be the most beautiful bride in the world."

The high and mighty Taoist Hengshuo will be humbled into the dust one day.

I closed my eyes and waited for the auspicious time.

Master took my hand and read a congratulatory message alone, and led me to the auditorium that he took care of barely decently. He said: "Tie hair as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love and affection."

He said, Ah Yu, you are the love of my life.

There is no need to talk about the afterlife, since there is no six realms of reincarnation, how can there be an afterlife, even if there is, I don't want to.

He raised his hand and looked at me with joy in his eyes.

"Ayu, my bride."

"Is it worth it?" I asked him.

The man who has never apologized to me was taken aback, he lowered his head, "I'm sorry..."

It's too late too.

That night I begged him, begged him to let me go, I was his apprentice.

But he only murmured, Ah Yu, my Ah Yu.

Refuse to let me go.

I've waited so long for his apology that I'm tired of waiting.

I stroked the painful forehead, "You are the unparalleled Taoist Hengshuo in this world, and you could have become the leader of this cultivation world."

"...but I love you."

These words were too thin, I brushed away his hand holding my sleeve, and walked out step by step.

My head hurts like it's about to split open. This phoenix crown wedding dress is so heavy.

In such a heavy environment, someone borrowed the moonlight to come.

"Happy wedding!" Eleven said to me with a smile.

"Thank you..." I looked at her, still smiling like a flower and carefree, I didn't expect it to be like this when we met again.

"This is a newlywed! Why don't you all smile!" Eleven muttered holding a pack of wedding candies, and pulled me back to Master's side.

"Are you Xiao Ayu's husband? You must treat her well in the future!" Eleven held Master and I's hands together.

Unexpectedly, the master who didn't expect things to take a turn for the worse said: "I will..."

"But your new house is a bit broken." Eleven kicked the beam of the house, and the beam made a sound that it would fall at any time.

"There's nowhere to go after all." I was laughing at myself.

Eleven seemed surprised, "Nowhere to go? Then come to my Wuji Palace!"

"The Promise Palace?" Now it was my turn to be stunned, "Miss Eleven, your surname is..."

"Spring and Autumn, Spring and Autumn Eleven."

It's no wonder that such an outstanding person doesn't pay any attention to the righteous way. She is the young highness of the Wuji Palace, the number one power in the magic cultivator.

The author has something to say: bg warning, the man who prevents the ruthless Taoist from accepting students of the opposite sex is here, he wrote it quite early, everyone can make do with it

☆, extra episode: Yan Ning's past

It has been said that people in dreams cannot see clearly.

But this time, Ning Qing saw clearly who was lying in front of her.

The water-blue pattern between the man's eyebrows is printed with light escaping, his clothes are blood-stained, his face is pale, he is as gentle and cool as clouds and water, a sleeve of clear blue is spread on the jade steps, and it is not as dazzling as his eyes .

The sky and the earth were shrouded in dark clouds, accompanied by the sound of cracks, as if even the Nine Heavens standing among the clouds were about to be pulled into the mortal world.

"Go back..." Ning Qing felt a pain in her heart, but she couldn't get close to that person.

"Who called me..." It was Shui Jun who raised his eyes, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and all kinds of brilliance entered his eyes.

He didn't seem to see anyone, he just shook his head and smiled: "This time the gods and demons are fighting, the outcome has already been decided, I just want to thank Mozun for his kindness, even if my soul is scattered and the world is wiped out, it's nothing more than that."

"You are the only one I saw before I returned to heaven and earth. You and I have been together for thousands of years, and it is also a chance. How about this body of divine power, I will give it to you." A faint amount of divine power escaped from his fingertips and rushed to Tianchi A cattail grass.

"No...don't treat yourself like this..." The weeping of a cattail grass, the fascinated Shui Jun couldn't hear him, he just donated all his divine power before dying, and he stood in Jiuxiaotian for thousands of years , it is also a cattail grass that has stood quietly with him for thousands of years.

He gave him this divine power as an opportunity, even if Shishen and the Demon Lord caused the world to collapse, the cattail grass with his supernatural power should survive, even if this cattail grass has not developed spiritual wisdom, it has The power of a god should also enlighten the mind.

The water god's fall was silent, he just lay there quietly, as if he would wake up at any moment, or bid farewell to this world.

Someone staggered and waded to the shore, and he, who had turned into a human body, finally had tears and learned how to express pain.

"Su Hui Shui Jun...Your Highness...?" Those immortals seemed to call him that. He had listened to it for thousands of years, and today he finally managed to call it out of his own mouth, but that person would never answer him again.

will never.

"I'm unwilling, and I don't want to..." He caressed Shui Jun's cheeks with his icy five fingers, "You and I have not met for the first time, but we have already become farewell..."

"How willing I am, how willing..."

"I would like to spend my whole life in cultivation, exhaust my origin, and only hope that the gods will allow him to live forever." It was Pucao Chuling who made a heavy obeisance. These thousands of years of cultivation and the divine power of the water god have all been wiped out.

In the end, Shi Shi glanced at the emptiness, and said two words: "Why bother."

"I am voluntary, and I have no complaints." Another heavy knock.

There was silence for a long time on the top of the cloud, a soft wind blew across the side of Tianchi, stopped Shui Jun from returning, and also kept the spirit that was scattered by Shishen himself.

This life-and-death reunification is nothing more than Shishen's thought after all.

"I, can I be more selfish..." Pacao Chuling, who lost all his power, is no different from ordinary people, even weaker than ordinary people. He is in this heaven of disordered power, and he almost said something. Words, almost vomit blood.

"I would like to sacrifice three drops of my heart's blood to the heavens and the earth, and live forever, just to have a thread with Suhui Shuijun..."

A drop of red blood fell on Shui Jun's finger, and the oath was signed, which became a brand for generations to come.

The author has something to say: This is actually written in the text of Lining Qingmeng