After being wronged and rehabilitated

The secret realm finally shrouded.

A gust of wind that could freeze human bones and blood into ice slag whizzed by, and even the countless beasts that traversed the secret realm hibernated and avoided.

Behind the huge dead tree, a group of monks are avoiding the strong wind, and the fire spirit stones are scattered around, forming a huge magic circle to resist the bone-chilling cold.

Xiang Chongjing, wrapped in a tattered black robe, came against the wind and approached the circle slowly.

He is not very good at pinching the tricks, his right hand was blue from the cold wind, he tried it several times, and almost pinched the spells into a "turned red wave", before he finally succeeded.

By means of blindfolding, he sneaked into this group of monks as if he had entered a land of no one.

It was too cold and the wind was too strong, and he just wanted to avoid the wind.

Go after the storm.

Fortunately, this group of monks is young and their cultivation base is not very high, so no one has been found to have mixed in.

They should be disciples of some aristocratic family, with rose patterns embroidered on their clothes, and beside each of them is a flame covered by a glass bottle, the size of a bean, which is clearly extinguishing.

The leading teenager was still chattering happily.

"...This secret realm is dangerous everywhere, and there are many ferocious beasts. If you don't pay attention, you will die. I heard that someone saw a ghost in the Linglong Market in the north."

Before his companion could respond, Xiang Chongjing, who had just chosen a corner and sat cross-legged, couldn't help but echoed, "Yan ghost? There are even yan ghosts in this secret realm?"

Xiang Chongjing has never been able to keep his mouth shut. He has been trapped in this secret realm for 60 years, and he can only talk to himself when he is idle and bored.

This time, he managed to see so many people, who kept spitting out words as if they had lost their mouths. If it wasn't for the fear of revealing their identities, he would have wanted to talk for three days and three nights.

Fortunately, in order to satisfy everyone's appetite, the young man also needed someone to agree with him, so he continued without thinking too much.

"That's right, it is said that the gorgeous ghost is dressed in red and wrapped in blue will-o'-the-wisps, and will come forward to kill anyone he meets."

Xiang Chongjing propped his chin, and lazily let out a "huh".

In the past 60 years, he has traveled to almost every corner of the secret realm. Except for ferocious beasts and spirit winds that can smash people's souls, he has never encountered any beautiful ghosts.

He was in a good mood, and secretly rubbing his black robe a little closer.

With this movement, a corner of the tattered red dress under the black robe was exposed, and the tips of slightly curly hair fell on the shoulders, hidden in the darkness, no one saw it.

This group of monks are all young and energetic young people, when they heard the beauties and ghosts, they all surrounded them, chattering wildly.

"Sexy ghost? Isn't it extremely beautiful?"

"Is Yangui a ghost cultivator? I have never seen it before. When the spiritual wind blows over, shall we learn more?"

"Go, go, if there are beauties, you must go and see, otherwise you will lose a lot of money." This sentence is Xiang Chongjing's joining in the fun.

The young man said mysteriously: "Do you know who that gorgeous ghost is?"

Everyone shook their heads, not knowing.

Xiang Chongjing also shook his head.

The young man's voice was lowered, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Sixty years ago, Xiang Jianzun, who shocked Kyushu with his sword, was trapped in a secret realm by those two to fend for himself?"

This group of teenagers seemed to be not much more courageous than a needle, and they all gasped when they heard a name.

"Xiang Chongjing has really turned into a ghost?!"

Secretly grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the small dish in front of him, Xiang Chongjing: "..."

Um?who?

Phase mirror?

Oh me.

Xiang Chongjing has been trapped for too long, and his memory is a little fuzzy. He tilted his head and thought hard, as if he vaguely remembered that he used a sword back then.

——But now he can't even hold a sword in his left hand, and he struggles to make a decision.

Xiang Chongjing didn't care, and continued to eat melon seeds, as if he was listening to books.

Now he finds it extremely interesting no matter what others say.

The boy was still there and said: "I heard that Master Xiangjian has a beautiful appearance, which is many times better than that of Qu Weixian."

Xiang Chongjing didn't remember who Qu Weixian was, but he couldn't stop nodding when he heard others praise him.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"My elders once said that when Master Xiangjian was thrown into the secret realm, his body was soaked in blood, his cultivation was exhausted, and even the bones of his left hand holding the sword were exposed. The people who accompanied him were very friendly with him, but no one rescued him. "The young man said, seeming to click his tongue in regret, "It's such a tragedy, and those two even killed his rhinoceros fire with their own hands."

Everyone who had the secret rhinoceros photo on their bodies seemed to empathize with them, and said in horror: "Without the rhinoceros photo, wouldn't he be able to get out of the secret place?!"

Xiang Chongjing tilted his head and thought for a while, staring at the boy's Xizhao Youhuo for a long time, and finally knew why he couldn't get out of this boundless mystery after walking for 60 years.

It turns out that the rhinoceros is needed to shine on the fire.

"It's too miserable, too miserable." Xiang Zhongjing was amazed while eating melon seeds, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

When everyone heard the words, they all followed, "It's too miserable, too miserable."

After the "misery" was over, the young man who was closest to Xiang Chongjing seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head to look at him.

"But who let him join forces with the evil dragon?" The young man said again, "There was an evil dragon coiled in the dark in the secret realm back then, and a breath of the dragon could destroy the Yuandan of a monk at the Mahayana stage. Great, dare to sign a contract with the evil dragon, and seriously injured Qu Weixian, and turned into a demon in front of everyone!"

Everyone immediately began to "hiss" inhale, like a nest of snakes.

Xiang Chongjing also gasped, shook his head and sighed, "It's too bad, too bad."

When everyone heard the words, they all said, "It's too bad, too bad."

After the "bad" was over, the boy next to Xiang Chongjing looked at him strangely again.

The young man changed the subject again: "So, that beautiful ghost may be the soul of Xiang Jianzun, who is still dead and intends to seek revenge from his enemy. Let's not go there and meddle in it."

Someone suggested in a low voice: "But if that flamboyant ghost is really Xiangling Mine, it won't be too difficult for us to catch a flirtatious ghost, right?"

Xiang Chongjing tilted his head.

Xiangling Mine?Why didn't he remember that he had another name?

The young man sighed and said: "Ninety percent of the monks who came to the secret realm this time are for the reward offered by the Lingshi Mine that day. Do you think that according to our cultivation base that we have just established, even if we meet Jindan monks, they can be a piece of cake for them? "

Everyone: "..."

"One dish" silently lowered his head, not daring to say any more.

A cluster of sparks exploded from the bonfire, slightly illuminating half of Xiang Chongjing's face.

The young man who had been standing next to Xiang Chongjing had a strange face, and asked, "Senior brother, do you know what Xiang Jianzun looks like?"

"Of course I know!" The senior brother has a carefree temper, loves to show off very much, and said triumphantly, "Our family has a glazed paper portrait of Master Xiangjian!"

Someone muttered: "Didn't it mean that he and the evil dragon were in trouble together? Why are his portraits still hanging?"

The senior brother sighed, "Without him, that face is so pretty."

Everyone: "..."

Judge by cover!shallow!

Xiang Chongjing was still eating melon seeds, when Wen Yan stretched out his hand to touch his face, revealing a string of rusty bells on his wrist.

There is darkness everywhere in this secret realm, and he no longer remembers what he looks like.

"What does he look like?" someone asked.

Xiang Chongjing also nodded: "Yes, yes, what is it like?"

The brother thought for a while, and described them one by one: "On the glass paper portrait, Xiang Jianzun is wearing a fire-patterned red dress, with red and blue ghostly fire floating on his shoulders, he probably has the blood of a foreigner, his hair is slightly curly at the end, and his wrist It also has a soul-inducing bell..."

Every time he said a word, the young man next to Xiang Chongjing glanced at Xiang Chongjing, his expression changing unpredictably.

Xiang Chongjing was still listening with gusto.

The strong wind was almost over, and the remnants of the wind blew his wide black hood out twice, and he could vaguely see his face like a porcelain sculpture.

His blindfold technique is really too clumsy, it has reached its limit at this time, and once it attracts the attention of others, it will gradually lose its effectiveness.

In the eyes of the young man next to him, the beggar-like figure in front of him was like a scroll of beauty paintings that gradually unfolded, changing its appearance little by little.

This person was wearing a tattered black robe, which faintly revealed the remaining red clothes that were on fire inside. On his shoulders, there were two clusters of ghostly fires floating, one red and one blue, and they were extinguishing, illuminating his bright face.

She has a stunning appearance, with a sinuous and curved black shadow at the end of her eyes, and a lock of hair that has been pulled up with dead branches is hanging down, and the end of her hair is slightly curled.

There was still a string of rusty golden bells hanging from his wrist, which could no longer ring.

juvenile:"……"

The boy gasped, rolled his eyes and almost passed out.

Xiang Chongjing was the closest to him, he quickly supported him with his eyesight, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, it's freezing?"

The young man could have come up with this tone, but he was accidentally supported by Xiang Chongjing, and his gorgeous face was directly in front of him, but he was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and passed out completely.

Phase Mirror: "..."

Although the memory is blurred, Xiang Chongjing vaguely knew that this should be the first time that someone was directly frightened and fainted when he saw him for the first time.

It's also strange.

Xiang Chongjing said to the people around him: "He is..."

He tilted his head, and the wind blew half of the black robe away, revealing a face as flirtatious as a ghost.

Everyone looked at him blankly, their eyes swept over his face, shoulders, hair, and wrists in unison, and finally took a breath in unison.

Papapa, fainted a bunch.

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xiang Chongjing said dryly: "Good, good."

Look to scare the kids.

Xiang Chongjing stunned a bunch of young people with the force of his face.

As expected of his senior brother, the young man in the lead fainted without shame, his eyes froze for a long time in fright, and suddenly grabbed the ground with his head.

The young man trembled and said: "The younger generation has, some has eyes but no eyes! Master Xiangxiang Sword... forgive me!"

Xiang Chongjing didn't feel offended: "Nothing, nothing."

juvenile:"……"

The boy trembled even more.

Xiang Chongjing touched his face, wondering if he was disabled and crooked, or why he would scare people into such a virtue when he showed his face.

The two clusters of ghostly flames on his shoulders had regained their sanity, and they were fighting above his head at this moment, crackling and splashing in all directions.

Seeing the strangeness, Xiang Chongjing propped his chin and raised the end of his eyes lightly: "So the erotic ghost you mentioned just now is me? It's so good, but unfortunately I'm still a living creature that can barely breathe."

The boy's face was pale, but he was stunned when he heard this.

Xiang Chongjing was so seriously injured back then, how could he survive for so long in these four dangerous secret realms?

He trembled and bravely looked up, and found that under the light of the rhinoceros fire, there was still a shadow in the mirror, but the shadow was too small, so it was as big as a palm, which looked very strange.

The red and blue You Huo seemed dissatisfied with the young man staring at the shadow in the mirror, and suddenly turned into a huge and ferocious beast face, with its fangs wide open, and roared at the young man with an "ow".

juvenile:"……"

The young man almost fainted, and fell to the ground again tremblingly: "Jian Zun, spare me!"

Xiang Chongjing reached out his hand helplessly to pat it, and the ferocious beast turned into two clusters of ghost fire again, rubbing against Xiang Chongjing's cheek.

Xiang Chongjing saw that the spiritual wind had blown past, and estimated that the time would be about the same: "I won't hurt you, as long as you answer a few questions for me."

The young man was so frightened that he choked up and said, "Master Sword, please, this junior will know everything."

"Which sects are here in this secret realm?"

The young man was so busy that he memorized all the dozens of sects, big and small, in the future.

Xiang Chongjing racked his brains and thought for a while, but found that he didn't seem to recognize any of them.

"The place you mentioned just now..."

What are you staying here?

The young man hurriedly said, "Su Shouzun."

"Yes." Xiang Chongjing said, "Who is he?"

"Su Shou Zun's name is Su Can Sheng, and he is the first Zun in the Three Realms."

Xiang Chongjing murmured the name softly: "Su Cansheng..."

The name stirred up a little bit of memory buried deep in his mind.

Su Cansheng was exactly one of the enemies who imprisoned Xiang Chongjing in the secret realm back then.

The pain of being unable to hold the sword in his left hand and the humiliation of being imprisoned in a secret realm for 60 years were all caused by this person.

Xiang Chongjing's eyes were deep: "Has he come to the secret realm?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, cautiously: "Su Cansheng is the leader of the Three Realms, and he was supposed to organize the Beast Ceremony in Endless Dao seven days later, but he suddenly rushed into the secret realm a few days ago, and..."

Xiang Chongjing frowned: "What else?"

The young man looked at him timidly, and said in a low voice: "I also offered a sky-high price for the spirit stone mine, to find... Lord Xiangjian, no, regardless of life or death."

Phase Mirror: "..."

Xiang Chongjing took a silent breath.

Su Cansheng was really cruel and ruthless. He cut off his life and imprisoned him in a secret realm for 60 years.

How?Is it because he is afraid that his death is not thorough enough?

Sky-high price spirit stone mine?

Why on earth did he do this?

No, I have to run quickly and not be caught.

Xiang Chongjing brushed away the flames in front of him, and stretched out his hand towards the young man: "Your rhino..."

rhino...

juvenile:"……"

This Xiangjian Master's memory... doesn't seem to be very good.

The young man was afraid of being killed, so before Xiang Chongjing remembered it, he hurriedly handed him the glass bottle on his body, and said timidly: "Jianzun, this is the rhinoceros fire, and you can find the way to the spirit tree and ladder in this secret realm." .”

Xiang Chongjing let out a "huh", shook the glass bottle, and found that the bean-sized flame inside was ignited by something like a corner of gravel, which should be a rhinoceros horn.

The boy looked at Xiang Chongjing with an expression almost crying.

This secret realm is extremely special, and it is dark like ink all year round. Those who enter the secret realm from the spiritual tree ladder must carry the rhinoceros fire with them, otherwise, once the fire is lost, even if their companions are by their side, they will not be able to reach the spiritual tree ladder and leave the secret realm.

The young man knew that Xiang Chongjing had been chopped into pieces 60 years ago, so he must take his Youhuo out of the secret realm this time—after all, anyone who has stayed in this dark place for 60 years will do whatever it takes to kill him. want to escape.

But if You Huo is lost, the boy will die in the secret realm with no one to save him out of ten out of ten.

He choked up in a low voice, fearing that Xiang Chongjing would discover his reluctance, so he suppressed the desperate cry in his throat.

The young man almost collapsed, and tremblingly, he was already thinking about how many pieces of paper he should write as a suicide note to bring to his master, Xiang Chongjing suddenly threw back the glass bottle in his hand to him.

"Well, I see." Xiang Zhongjing nodded absently, "Thank you."

The young man held the rhinoceros photo in a daze, and looked at the man in front of him who was dressed poorly but couldn't hide his elegance, and didn't know how to react for a while.

He...doesn't he want to take away this ghost fire and escape from the secret realm?

But if another person encounters Xiang Chongjing, he would be semi-stupid if he is imprisoned for 60 years without being crazy. Even if he is sane, he should become an unscrupulous vicious man of prey, and Xiang Chongjing actually wants to get the one he got out of the sea of ​​suffering. The pass is back?

The young man was overjoyed and saddened. He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized that the legendary Xiangjian Master who was in league with the evil dragon did not seem to be as horrible as the rumors said.

Xiang Chongjing looked at the sky above his head and asked, "What time is it?"

"Now..." The young man came back to his senses after being startled, and hurriedly took out the light leak, a spiritual weapon the size of a palm, in his arms, "It will be midnight soon."

Xiang Chongjing nodded, stretched out his bony fingers, and pointed to the lotus flower in his hand.

"Can this be exchanged for me?"

The boy hesitated and said, "Light leak?"

"Yeah." Xiang Chongjing nodded, "I'll exchange the spirit weapon with you."

Lamp leaks are just a magic tool for counting the time. They are everywhere outside the secret realm, and no one bends down to pick them up when they are thrown on the ground.

The young man was stunned for a while, then hurriedly said: "No, give it to Sword Master."

Xiang Chongjing curled his lips into a smile, his crow feather-like lashes trembled slightly, and a snake-like thing crawled past the end of his eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood.

He said, "That's so embarrassing."

Although he said so, Xiang Chongjing shamelessly reached out to take the lotus.

juvenile:"……"

In the past few decades, Xiang Chongjing has almost been called a disgrace to the Three Realms. Even in the brochures of various sects promoting the evil of magic cultivation, Xiang Chongjing is classified as a negative example, and countless people abuse it.

But seeing it with his own eyes, the young man seemed to be bewildered, thinking that such a character was not at all the villain that everyone could get and punish in the rumors.

The boy thought to himself: "The rumors cannot be completely believed, he must have some difficulties!"

Xiang Chongjing squinted his eyes at the new gadget, and was about to thank him, when the two ghostly fires fighting for favor suddenly burst into huge flames, and the sound of the burning fire startled the young man who had finally settled down.

The young monks who fainted at the side were also awakened by the loud sound, rubbing their eyes and feeling like they were in a dream.

Xiang Chongjing's expression turned solemn, and he slightly raised his head to look towards the dark sky.

Seeing his face, the teenagers almost fainted again.

The two flames almost enveloped Xiang Chongjing's whole body, trembling as if extremely fearful.

A wolf howl suddenly came from not far away, and a snow-white light cluster fell like a meteor, piercing the night, with a tail of light as sharp as a sword falling, and came towards the direction of Xiang Chongjing menacingly.

The boy didn't have time to appease the frightened juniors, so he boldly tugged on Xiang Chongjing's sleeves, and shouted, "Sword Master! That's the Snow Wolf of the Chief Master!"

Phase Mirror: "..."

Su silkworm sound?

Enemy road is narrow.