The Devil and the Flower

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky was gray, without the sun, moon and stars, and it was so gloomy that it made people panic.

The four fields are empty, full of broken walls and ruins, desolate everywhere.

Jiang Zhimeng followed the two of them, stepped on a broken branch, was startled, and patted his chest, "Dao Jun, Mr. Jiang Huan, this place is scary."

Jiang Huan said: "Little girl, it's time for you to practice your courage."

Jiang Zhimeng said: "I'm not timid, but the owner of this realm is His Majesty Jiang Di!"

The respect and reverence of the Jiang family for Emperor Jiang is engraved in the blood and integrated into the bones, which is beyond the comprehension of others.

Jiang Huan shook his head, and turned to talk to Feng Yueci.

Feng Yueci suddenly said: "Young Master Jiang, let go and try."

The two of them clasped hands, originally it was Feng Yueci holding Jiang Huan lightly, but at some point, Jiang Huan was holding Feng Yueci tightly.

Jiang Huan repeated his usual tricks to tease him, saying: "I'm not letting go?"

He does this every time.

Feng Yueci had become accustomed to it, and only looked at him calmly, his gaze was as light as snow falling silently.

Jiang Huan suffocated slightly, and sighed: "Okay, okay, loose, you can kill me! Ah Yue must never look at others with such eyes in the future."

The two let go, and everything was as usual, and the traces in the previous dream did not take effect here.

Feng Yue resigned: "I don't want your life."

Hearing his serious reply, Jiang Huan immediately bent over with a smile, "Why are you so cute, A Yue?"

Jiang Zhimeng felt a little pain in his eyes.

Forgive her for being disrespectful, but how did the word "Daojun" and "cute" come together?

She really doesn't understand the world of elders.

However, the Taoist gentleman is unparalleled in style, and in the past, whoever stood beside him was bleak, but now this Mr. Jiang Huan is not even half as inferior.

The two stood together, each forming an aura and blending with each other.

Jiang Zhimeng looked at this, then at that, and said to himself, it looks good!The more you look the better!

Wait... Jiang Zhimeng came back to his senses, beat his head hard, and said to himself, what the hell was I thinking!

She was unsteady on her feet and bumped her head against the wall. Just at this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

Jiang Zhimeng backed away again and again, and said in shock: "No, I don't have that much strength..."

Jiang Huan stepped a little, skimmed to the tree, looked through the high wall, and had a panoramic view of the surrounding environment.

I saw an imperial city standing on the opposite side, extending to the place where they were standing at the moment. It seemed to have been severely destroyed, as if it had experienced countless natural disasters and man-made disasters, leaving only an empty shelf.

——Emperor Jiang was born in the doomed dynasty. When he was young, he was degraded and persecuted. He fled for three thousand miles and suffered all the hardships in the world.

The words he had read in the library appeared out of place in Jiang Huan's mind, making him stunned.

But without thinking about it, he saw dozens of familiar figures standing above the imperial city, they were obviously Li Mianxi and other juniors from Xuegong Academy.

And under the imperial city, thousands of troops are attacking the city.

Jiang Zhiyi was holding a knife, Ye Yunqi was holding a sword, and the swords clashed with each other, they were joining forces to fight against the enemy.

But under their attack, the besiegers were like puppets that couldn't be beaten. They fell down and stood up again, surrounding them.

Jiang Huan also saw Kill Jun, Su Lingmou and others, who seemed to be exhausted under the encirclement, and were quite embarrassed. They looked exhausted after fighting for a long time.

"Brother! Brother!"

Jiang Zhimeng jumped onto the wall, saw the situation over there at first glance, opened his eyes wide and became angry, and immediately went to help, but was pulled back.

Feng Yue resigned, "You can't make it through."

The imperial city is in the center, surrounded by densely packed puppet soldiers, those inside can't get out, and those outside can't get in.

Jiang Zhimeng turned his head to look at him, his eyes were red, "Dao Jun..."

Feng Yue resigned, "Young Master Jiang."

When he made a sound, Jiang Huan knew that he seemed to be intent on swinging the knife down as a test, and saw that the sharp light of the knife shattered a group of soldiers, but a new group appeared in an instant, and continued to attack the city numbly.

Jiang Huan let out an "oh" and said casually, "It seems to be a little troublesome."

After all, their spiritual power will be depleted, but the puppets in these picture scrolls will not be tired, and there is a steady stream, and they can't be killed.

Feng Yue resigned, "We need to join them."

Jiang Huan said: "That's right, I think they can't hold it anymore. But this thing will not appear for no reason, and I don't know what taboo those kids have touched. Could it be that they really got the key to the Nine Heavens?"

Jiang Zhimeng said: "Brother won't lie, if he said no, he definitely didn't!"

Feng Yue said nothing, pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky, then flicked his sleeves, and a floating Yaoqin appeared in front of him, floating in mid-air.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan's expression changed slightly, and he put away his lazy look immediately, and said: "A Yue, I'm just joking, don't do anything, I don't take this trouble seriously."

Feng Yueci shook his head and said: "It's useless to go in this way, I need to set up formations along the way, and I will trouble Mr. Jiang to cooperate."

Jiang Huan frowned and sighed suddenly.

Even though he was suffering from illness, Feng Yueci would never hide behind others, because he was well-read and possessed unpredictable methods and abilities, it seemed that nothing in this world could stop him.

Everyone pities and loves him, but respects and trusts him even more.

At least Jiang Huan seemed relieved to see Jiang Zhimeng's eyes light up. Although he couldn't hide his worry, his eyes were full of conviction.

But every time Jiang Huan thought of Feng Yueci's frown when he fell asleep, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

Before Jiang Huan could answer, Feng Yueci raised his eyes and asked, "Young Master Jiang, how are you?"

Jiang Huan said: "Ah Yue has to promise me, don't force it."

Feng Yue resigned, "It's okay, I know what's in my mind."

None of them are indecisive. Now that they have reached a consensus, they will naturally stop talking.

Jiang Huan jumped down first, drew his sword out, and had the potential to sweep away thousands of troops. In an instant, a large open space was cleared in the field, and the speed at which the puppet soldiers would reappear was far behind his sweeping speed. .

Jiang Zhimeng stared at the familiar sword intent closely, as if it was the first time he knew his own Dao of the sword, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and blurted out: "It's amazing!"

Feng Yue resigned, "Follow me."

Jiang Zhimeng quickly came back to her senses, and also fought with the sword. Her artistic conception of sword technique and Jiang Huan looked the same, but the gap between them was like a gap, which made her feel ashamed and at a loss.

Feng Yueci's eyes moved slightly, as if there were countless clues connected together.

However, there was no room for deep thought at this moment. He concentrated his mind, tapped his feet, turned up, and moved his fingertips on the piano.

Jiang Huan ordered without turning his head: "Little girl, I can open the way alone, and you go to protect him."

Jiang Zhimeng said: "Yes!"

I saw countless small light spots gushing out, scattered with the sound of the piano, Feng Yueci played the piano with one hand, his figure was flipping and whirling in the air lightly, his clothes fluttered, as light as clouds, when he stepped on his toes, a puppet turned into dust under his feet, Almost never landed on the ground.

The posture of heaven and man is nothing more than this.

Jiang Zhimeng looked dumbfounded, and wiped away the non-existent saliva.

Above the imperial city, the juniors saw the distance sharply, and all screamed.

"Look! Someone seems to be coming!"

"exactly!"

"Who? Who is it?"

"Yes... ah, it's Daojun and Senior Jiang! And Second Miss Jiang!"

Under the city, Jiang Zhiyi suddenly raised his head, Ye Yunqi turned his sword back to block the puppet attack for him, and said coldly: "Concentrate."

Jiang Zhiyi raised his knife and said, "Thank you."

Ye Yunqi smashed the puppet with a sword, and said expressionlessly, "Go to hell."

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

Sure enough, the old enemy is still a damn old enemy.

Friendship and mutual assistance are all illusions.

Su Lingmou heaved a sigh of relief, and murmured: "Hearing Jiang Huan's name at this time is really reassuring, he must have been beaten like crazy."

Lord Kill said angrily: "These puppet soldiers can't finish fighting at all, what's the use of them coming? Emperor Jiang, what a Emperor Jiang, I know he won't leave any good things behind!"

Jiang Zhiyi said: "Your Excellency insists on forcibly entering the scroll, so what does it have to do with Your Majesty?"

Lord Slaughter sneered and sneered: "You defend your Majesty so much, and I don't see how much he treats you, and you still want to work hard here!"

Jiang Zhiyi said solemnly: "Not to mention that everything in the Jiang family is bestowed by His Majesty, this moon-watching picture is what His Majesty left behind in the Jiang family. Even if it falls into Your Excellency's hands temporarily, it will not change the fact that its owner is His Majesty Jiang Emperor! We trespassed His Majesty has made a big mistake, His Majesty should punish him, of course."

Slaughter said angrily: "Okay, okay, you just wait for the devil Jiang Emperor to rescue you!"

Ye Yun's eyes showed a cold light, he ignored the puppets around him, and swept his sword towards him, and said coldly: "Whoever insults His Majesty will die."

Lord Slaughter gritted his teeth and said: "Presumptuous! You two lunatics! I will definitely not spare you after I go out!"

Both the Jiang family and the Ye family are lunatics.

It is impossible to reason with them about the matter involving Emperor Jiang and the Demon King.

Jiang Zhiyi raised his head and lowered his sword, blocked the attack for Ye Yunqi, and said, "Even."

Ye Yunqi said expressionlessly, "Go to hell."

Jiang Zhiyi said indifferently: "After going out, we will fight, we will see if you die or I die."

Anyway, from childhood to adulthood, the two of them had fought tens of thousands if not tens of thousands.

On the other side, Jiang Huan had already rushed to the center, he seemed to be having a good fight, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes didn't float, instead, those eyes became darker and deeper, looking at everything like ants, it was frightening .

Feng Yue resigned, "Young Master Jiang, I need to fight."

When Jiang Huan heard his voice, his eyes softened unconsciously, "Okay!"

The hand raised the knife and fell, and the ground was full of smoke and dust.

Feng Yue resigned from the air to collect the qin, and threw the green silk umbrella, but saw the green umbrella spinning upwards, and he also turned around, stepped on the top of the green umbrella lightly with his toes, and condensed a gilt and broken silver longbow in his hand, pointing Thousands of bright white light spots escape from the tip.

He leaned back in a falling posture, turned slightly sideways, and drew his bow towards the sky. In an instant, the feathered arrow entwined with golden light and silver blossoms left the string.

It turned into tens of thousands of light beams, hit the dark sky, and the streamers scattered.

Jiang Zhimeng covered his eyes and shouted, "Daojun!"

Jiang Huan rushed forward, accurately catching Feng Yueci's falling figure, wrapped his waist with one hand, and held a long knife with one hand. When he landed, he thrust the long knife into the ground for three points, and saw the blood-like aura shaking all directions from then on. , reflecting the streamer above.

The sky and the earth are swept away in a flash, and there is no dust in the thousands of miles, and the puppet soldiers will disappear without a sound.

Feng Yueci raised his hand, grasped the handle of the fallen green umbrella, opened the umbrella, and covered the heads of the two of them.

Jiang Huan smiled and asked: "This formation is..."

Feng Yue resigned and said, "Spirit Sealing Formation."