Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Tick, tick.

The hot blood flowed down the sharp blade pierced through the shoulder, and sprinkled little by little on the flowers and leaves.

The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth stained the edge of his clothes and hair, Xiao Yihe gasped for breath, and looked up along the hilt of the sword with "Cunxinbumu" written on his chest.

Xue Xuanwei was condescending, his face frosty: "You want to kill me that much?"

Xiao Yihe said with a smile: "So many people have been killed, you are the only one... Jianshen Mountain is so deserted, why don't you do me a favor and go down to accompany Master?"

Xue Xuan frowned slightly: "Xiao Yihe!"

The next moment, the majestic sword intent buried in Xiao Yihe's body broke out in an instant, like hundreds of thunderbolts, directly shattering his heart and soul—blood spurted out.

Xiao Yihe stretched out his hand, but he didn't grab anything, and fell to the ground, unconsciously falling into the darkness.

……

Another 70 years.

Autumn, July twenty-eighth.

The breeze is clear, layers of red gauze are rolled up, and a group of clever Taoist children are holding candles and lined up on both sides, welcoming the guests with joy.

Today is a day of great joy for Chasing Moon Villa, but the back mountain is full of gloomy clouds.

A group of people were pacing back and forth in the wedding room, looking at the young man in wedding clothes on the bed.He looked handsome and handsome, but unfortunately he was falling into a coma, his face was pale, and there was still blood on his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw him move his fingers slightly.All the senior brothers immediately flocked up in surprise.

"—Junior Brother Song is awake!" "Ayao, you scared us!"

The surrounding shouts pulled Xiao Yihe out of his dark and sweet sleep. He hadn't heard such a clear and vivid voice for a long time, and felt harsh for a moment, and couldn't help frowning.

There was noise in his ears, and he had a splitting headache, so he could only gather his consciousness slowly.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was that the light was dazzling, the top of my head was as red as fire, and there were people around me, but I couldn't see anything clearly, as if a thick layer of shadow was covering my eyes.

Someone rushed up to hold his hand, and said sadly, "Ayao! How can you do such a foolish thing after you get married!"

Xiao Yihe looked bewildered: Big marriage?Am I not dead?

He opened his mouth, his throat was burning hot, and there was a fresh smell of rust.

His memory still stays on the sword-testing cliff, and the scene before he died is vivid in his mind. He suddenly turned over, lying on the bedside and retching a few times: "Cough, cough..."

A cup of warm tea was brought to his mouth, Xiao Yihe instinctively swallowed a few mouthfuls, but the tingling in his throat was still hard to ignore.

Someone reached out and put a pillow on his back, patted his back, and sighed.

"Junior brother Song, we know that you love the suzerain of the sword sect, but the suzerain is all about the sword and has no heart for love. As the saying goes, don't hang yourself on a tree. The younger brother is in a good age. Looking at the forest, this handsome talent is also the same. There are countless, you see, this young master of Nan Rong is very good-looking... Even if you don't want to be married to him, you must not hurt yourself..."

Xiao Yihe sat up suddenly, and said in surprise: "Get married?"

Who is so daring to marry the Lord of the Mountain? !

The senior brothers immediately rushed up and held him down, fearing that he would get sick again and make a scene when he heard the word "marriage", so they hurriedly changed the way of saying: "This, this is a marriage, but it's just two people. Let’s live a good life together, this kind of relationship, maybe after getting acquainted with each other, we will have it.”

"Brother, maybe your eyesight is not very good, and you can't see the appearance of our young master. Let me draw it for you, and you can take a closer look!" A senior brother picked up a pen and paper, and drew while talking, " Just take a look, it's no worse than the Sect Master of Sword Sect!"

"Yes, yes, not bad, not bad."

Xiao Yihe: "..."

When he was drawing vigorously, Xiao Yihe searched the original body's memory, and listened to the left and right sentences, listening to the brothers who were constantly chattering about his "life events", and finally pieced together the current situation.

This body is named "Song Yao".

He was originally an orphan of a small sect called "Wuxiangshan".His parents died of exhaustion in order to protect the clan in a monster disaster, and only the young him survived by chance.If it wasn't for the sharp-eyed mountain patrolling disciple who found him and brought him back to the Taichu Sword Sect, this innocent child would have almost frozen to death in the snow.

But Song Yao was born with eye disease, mediocre aptitude, and he was slower than others in everything he did. Over the past decade or so, his cultivation progress has become increasingly miserable.

However, because of his father's relationship, he had a marriage contract with Nan Rongke, the young master of "Chasing the Moon Villa" since he was a child.He didn't reject this marriage at first, after all, his cultivation base is so low, it is already a great blessing to be able to sit and eat at the Taoist couple's house.

But two years ago, something unexpected happened.

He's heartbroken.

But what's worse is that he fell in love with the wrong person, and the person he likes is the famous evil god in the Taoist sect, the unattainable master of the sword sect in the early days-although he can't see what the other party looks like at all.

There is nothing like the difference between cloud and mud, this is a relationship that is destined to end without a disease.

Today, all senior brothers happily participated in the membership ceremony, but two years later, Song Yao still couldn't accept the fact that "the groom is not his sweetheart".

Just happened to meet the soft-tempered junior brother who was raising a knife to kill himself, and was dragged into a panic by the screams of all the servants.

Everyone forcibly pulled Song Yao away, but he was so terrified that he spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out immediately.

The one who woke up later was already Xiao Yihe.

Xiao Yihe held the "Portrait of Mr. Nanrong" drawn by his seniors, and his nose almost pecked the paper, so he could barely see the face of this cheap Taoist companion.The first thought in my mind was: Good guy, he really looks like his father!

Speaking of his father Nan Rongqi, he is really not an outsider.Before falling into the devil, he was the first disciple of Sword God Mountain, and Nan Rongqi was the young master of Chasing Moon Villa. The two were young and energetic, and they often ran amok together.

There is a saying that is perfect to describe the two of them, it is called: I enjoy the blessings, and the other party should be in trouble.

He didn't expect to live again today, and the marriage partner turned out to be his nephew, whom he had never met before. It was really embarrassing.

Sensing the ardent care of the senior brothers, Xiao Yihe silently put down the portrait, stroked his chest that was throbbing with energy and blood due to the instability of his soul, and coughed sadly twice, very sincerely.

In the tone of the original body, he said softly: "Brothers, I know, you are all doing it for my own good. I was just in a daze for a while, now I have figured it out, and I will not do such a stupid thing again..."

Xiao Yihe squatted on the bed with the quilt in his arms, shrinking into a thin ball, his face was miserable, the tails of his eyes were red, even his eyelashes were trembling, looking pitiful and distressed.

The senior brothers wished they could tear up the marriage contract immediately, so that they could take him back to the yard and raise him safely for the rest of his life.

But everyone is well aware that this child has a special constitution, and his chronic illness is difficult to cure. Only the spiritual energy nourished by the Taoist couple can save his life, otherwise he will die of exhaustion within 30 years.

Everyone comforted him, fed him medicine, watched him fall asleep, and then closed the door and left worriedly: "Ayao, you have a good rest, don't think about it anymore."

As he spoke, he took away his wedding boots vigilantly in his hand.

"..." Xiao Yihe smiled and nodded weakly, "Yes."

As soon as the person left, he threw himself on the bed, staring at the wedding tent above his head in a daze.Turning over, he thought he wasn't a good person, but he didn't like to gnaw on the tender grass beside the nest, let alone his own nephew.

Let's not mention whether that bastard Xue Xuanwei will kill him if he finds out that he is not dead.

He only said that in the future, Nan Rongqi would know his identity, that his son had fallen asleep with him, and that he had been a loving "good daughter-in-law".

There is no need to wait for Xue Xuanwei to make a move, the head of the Nanrong sect can cut off his head and kick it as a ball.

It's better to act first and escape the marriage.

Without further ado, thinking of this, Xiao Yihe couldn't sit still anymore, and immediately jumped up from the bed.

While Xipu, the guard at the door, was dozing off, he pushed open the small side window, flipped out neatly, followed the narrow path behind the house, and slipped into the silent dense forest.

He tore off all the cumbersome hairpins, and was about to throw them away, but worried that someone would find his trace, so he kicked them back into his sleeves embarrassingly.

While running, she spat: "I haven't seen you for decades, how come Nan Rongqi's territory is getting bigger and bigger!"

Xiao Yihe stared and went blind, panted and ran not far away, his internal organs ached, and he heard the bustling behind him.

His hair suddenly felt cold, someone was chasing him so quickly.

The leader was also dressed in red, and it was his cheap Taoist companion, who was holding a longbow that looked like silver but not silver, plucking the string and triggering arrows, several of them were fired at the same time.

"—Song Yao! Where are you running!"

Xiao Yihe can't see well, but his ears are much more sensitive.Hearing the sound of arrows breaking through the wind, he raised his foot and gave way, several arrow feathers pierced into the center of the earth, he shouted: "Good guy, is this chasing someone to get married or killing someone to silence him!"

The other disciples saw that the arrow was so powerful, they panicked and shouted: "Young master! That is your Taoist companion, not a demon! Arrows don't have eyes, so be careful!"

Nan Rongke sneered: "There's so much nonsense, just catch someone!"

After saying that, he raised his breath and climbed onto the branch, and within a few breaths, he disappeared from the sight of all the disciples.

Xiao Yihe tilted his head to avoid several hurricanes, and shouted without turning his head: "Nephew...Young Master! I see that you are also a good-looking talent, why do you force people to get married? It is not good for you to get a good reputation in Chasing Moon Villa! "

Nan Rongke raised his bow and arrow again: "You think I'm willing to tie the knot? I didn't say anything, but you ran away!"

Xiao Yihe clapped his hands against the wind: "That's great, why don't we reconcile over this, let's dissolve the engagement today, from now on, we will return from bridge to bridge, and if we look up and bump into each other in the future, we should pretend we don't know each other...how about it!"

"You..." Nan Rongke was about to say something when he suddenly saw Fengting in front of him, and immediately lowered his voice, "Come back, don't go any further!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

The mountain path suddenly changed, Xiao Yihe only focused on shouting to Nan Rongke, the ground under his feet was still soft soil, but now he didn't know what was paved with it, when he stepped on his bare soles, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Whoosh—" Nan Rongke anxiously shot another arrow to stop him.

Xiao Yihe endured the pain and ran a hundred steps, his knees were so painful that he couldn't dodge the long arrow, but was pierced through the red sleeve by the shining golden arrow feather.

There was a "boom".

He nailed him with his sleeves to a giant tree in front of him, shaking off the messy leaves all over his head and face.

Xiao Yihe bumped his head into the bag, panting and turned sideways, his lungs ached and retched from running, he took off the leaves on his shoulders, stuck them in front of his eyes, only to find that they were a few pieces of red maple.

He cursed in his heart, no wonder his feet hurt so much, that guy Nan Rongqi sprinkled snow-white pebbles in the ten-mile red forest for elegance and beauty!

He threw Maple Leaf on the ground, clutching his chest: "Nanrong...Young Master, you are so wrong. You should be a good person, but you know that there is someone I admire in my heart, but you still force her to be your wife, which is really wrong." Act of righteousness!"

Nan Rongke: "..."

Yes, I am indeed a good person, but if you stop talking, you will not be able to tell whether you are alive or not.

Xiao Yihe adjusted his mentality, had a deep understanding of "Song Yao's" mood, put away his scattered sadness, and said with difficulty: "Mr. Nanrong, I didn't break the contract maliciously, but I have something in my heart, which is unforgettable. Think Back then, the first time I saw the suzerain, I was struck by his, his..."

The memory of the original body was messy and scattered. He really didn't know the true face of the suzerain, and he didn't know which direction to praise, and finally said: "—— mighty and handsome, conquered. Every time I think of the heroic appearance of the suzerain, I am fascinated, It's hard to extricate myself."

Then he blushed with spiritual power: "I was his man in life, and I will be his ghost in death."

Nan Rongke was about to seal his mouth, but he felt his feet were heavy and his throat was astringent, as if someone had cast a fixed spell on him.

Immediately afterwards, half of the crow-blue Taoist robe came into view, and the cold sweat came out of the back, but it was too late to shut someone's mouth.

His heart was ashamed: Okay, you have your wish, and you can be his ghost right away.

"...I know that I am small, and the suzerain will never look at me in this life."

Nan Rongke took a glance: No, he is already looking at you.

Xiao Yihe tried hard to recall some provocative storybooks he had read, and he spoke nonsense loudly with embellishments and embellishments: "If there is a next life, I would like to be a cloud outside the suzerain's hall, as long as the suzerain opens the window, he can see me. "

Speaking of the emotional part, a tear naturally fell from the corner of his eye, and he wiped it away: "It is the happiest thing in the world to be able to cover the suzerain's sun for a while. For this reason, I have no regrets in dying. Therefore, I I really can't marry you..."

Nan Rongke had given up struggling, and he felt that his breathing was not smooth: Thank you, I hope I can be as happy as you in my next life.

"flap--"

A ball of snow-white things fell to Xiao Yihe's feet, rubbing against his legs affectionately.Xiao Yihe was taken aback, he couldn't see what it was, and was about to lift his foot to avoid it.

In the wind, there was a faint smell of Qingjing Daoxiang, and the familiar bursts of swords.

A voice as cold as frost and snow sounded from behind: "Reunion, come back."

The Linghe named "Tuanyuan" groaned lightly, rubbed Xiao Yihe's hand again, and reluctantly turned back to his master.

The man walked slowly and stood in front of him, his dark robe fluttering in the wind, his figure was cold.

With a coaxing sound in Xiao Yihe's ears, he froze in place.