Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

A quarter of an hour later, wearing a black robe and holding a book under his arm, Xiao Yihe stepped into the flickering "Yingge Garden".

This gold-selling cave, from the outside, looks like a jade pot with bright lights and fish and dragons flying around, but it is just a shell imagined by the desires of mortals. The dancers inside are stiff and haven't changed completely. Seeing him come in, I don't know how to come up to say hello, and I just sing and dance on the song stage.

Like a stroll in the courtyard, he climbed to the second floor, picked a private seat where he could enjoy dancing, threw the book away, leaned back on the chair leisurely, and picked up sunflower seeds to knock.

Just as she was enjoying the third dance with her feet raised, there was finally the sound of fluffy footsteps on the stairs.

Xiao Yihe stroked the hem of his clothes, shook the scattered melon seed husks to the ground, and said with a smile: "You are finally here."

The man seemed a little anxious, ran two steps in a hurry, then stopped suddenly, and stepped up the steps patiently, Xiao Yihe turned around, only to see a soft blue straight skirt slowly appearing in sight, it was just before The Baiyan man seen in Shenjia Village.

At this moment, he did not cover his face with smoke, he looked like a refined scholar, with delicate features and delicate features, if not for his pale complexion, he would be a handsome young man.

The strangest thing is that he has a pair of blue and distant eyes like the sea.

It's just that the eyes are too bright and don't match the plain face.

He came up, did not know where he came from, with a fishy smell on his body, he pulled the stool and sat opposite, and examined Xiao Yihe for a while.

Xiao Yihe touched his face, and asked: "Why, brother, I am so handsome that you are stunned?"

The scholar frowned for a long time before speaking: "You really are a disgusting person."

"Really? There are other people talking about me with you?" Xiao Yihe bit a melon seed between his teeth, raised his eyebrows, and said suddenly, "Your appearance...isn't it your own?... Although you pretend to be It is impossible to change the appearance of others, but habits cannot be changed. For example, a real scholar would never see a book of sages and melon seeds thrown together, but not pick it up."

The scholar followed his gaze and saw a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" at his feet, most of which was buried by the melon seed shell: "...you are really annoying."

"Haha!" Xiao Yihe laughed, "If I'm not annoying, how can I ask you to come out and meet, Shen Jing?"

He seemed a little surprised: "Why do you..."

Xiao Yihe nodded his chin towards his cuff: "It's embroidered inside the sleeve."

Shen Jing lowered her head, put the cuff with her name sewn in her hands, bit her lower lip unconsciously, and looked at him in embarrassment.

The silk strings downstairs are lingering, the dancer is swinging her waist gracefully, if it is not in a dream, Xiao Yihe will definitely reward them with a few pieces of silver foil and gold, he pats the debris on his finger, and looks at the ray of aurora exposed outside the window , that came with Shen Jing, and it was extraordinarily gorgeous.

"It's so beautiful, it's as bright as a rainbow... It took a lot of mana to maintain this mirage?" He said, looking at Shen Jing, or this mirage in front of him who was wearing a "human" shell... demon.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Jing seemed to know that she had been exposed, and she no longer covered it up, and the smell of cold water on her body became stronger.

Shen Jing pinched her fingers secretly: "Mr. Ning is right, you are a very smart and tricky person."

"Thank you, thank you," Xiao Yihe clasped his hands together, narrowing his eyes, "Did your Mr. Ning ever say that I hate other people touching my things?"

A palm wind slapped over, Shen Jing leaned back, her figure was a little illusory: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Xiao Yihe didn't catch him, so he had no choice but to close his hands and blinked his eyes: "The one in Room [-], Renziyuan, you return his memory, and I'll think about it, and I won't make any more trouble for you."

Shen Jing lowered his eyes, stretched his dream power, and saw Xue Xuanwei who was sleepy with his eyes closed. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and said innocently: "I'm wronged, I didn't steal his memory, but his soul was damaged. The soul power is too fragile, but it must be caused by forcefully breaking into the mirage, and it really has nothing to do with me."

Xue Xuanwei's soul is fragile?The spirit element and the soul have the same cultivation and growth, he has such a powerful spirit element, how could his soul power be weak.

Xiao Yihe was slightly surprised: "Is his soul damaged?"

Shen Jing was annoyed at him for destroying the mirage that she had worked so hard to build, she was amused when she heard the words, and gloated: "Why, I thought you knew." He said, "Because the part of his broken soul is on you !"

Xiao Yihe was stunned for a moment, and then said: "...on me. How do you know?"

Shen Jing said strangely: "I am a mirage, I can smell it, you smell like a Taoist priest."

Xiao Yihe: "..."

Shen Jing smiled: "You guys, it's really interesting. These pieces of chaotic souls are either fought for, or handed back and forth. They are really good things. Let me say, if the souls are gone, they will be gone." Now, as long as Yi Ling is still there, isn't the person still the same person?"

The thinking of monsters is really different from that of humans, Xiao Yihe asked: "Yi Ling?"

Shen Jing was not anxious, so he was naturally not impatient, and listened to him patiently.

"It's a group of spirits that envelops all the feelings and memories of a person." Shen Jing has a good temper, and as soon as he raised his hand, a group of clear and white light flew over from a distance, like a butterfly resting on his hand, "Look , this is the memory of one of the villagers."

As they get closer, Xiao Yihe can really feel the abundant emotions jumping out of this light ball, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, love and hatred, all in this small ball.

Shen Jing picked up the light ball with her fingertips, and held the pen-shaped jade hairpin in the bun with the other hand: "Tell me, why is this person? Is it because of the soul?"

Xiao Yihe said: "The soul is the essence of human beings."

Shen Jing shook her head and disagreed: "If your good friend, although his soul is still there, can't remember a single piece of you from now on, is he still him? Or, if I have his memory, what he will do to you , I can do the same, my feelings for you will be exactly the same as his, so why do you say that I am not him?"

"........."

Good question, in the middle of the night, a mirage insisted on discussing the ultimate problem of "who am I and who is me" with him.

Xiao Yihe felt a headache, and said helplessly: "What does this have to do with you building a mirage and forcing the people of Shenjia Village to study?"

Shen Jing said: "It didn't matter at first, but our Mirage Clan has such an ability that we can draw out a person's Yiling." He glanced at Xiao Yihe, and his expression became more and more focused, as if he was looking at another person through him , "But Mr. Ning is right, since I can pull it out, I can definitely..."

He didn't continue, but changed his words: "I fell in love with your good friend. Although his soul is a little crippled, it doesn't hurt... But Mr. Ning said, yours is better."

"It seems that what Mr. Ning said is right. Your soul is very powerful, enough to carry his memory..." Mentioning the "he", Shen Jing's tone softened inexplicably, "And you look good in appearance, it would be a good use for him. Not bad."

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of colored silk and red ribbons in the singing building suddenly stretched out, stretching towards Xiao Yihe from all directions!

He retreated like lightning, brushed past several colored silks, and turned over from the railing on the second floor.

Shen Jing stood up abruptly, and hurriedly said: "Be careful, don't break his soul!"

"..." Xiao Yihe landed on the pavilion on the first floor, rolled around several times on the spot, his whole body cracked in pain, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Fart, what's his, now it's my brother's!"

Then he tilted his head, letting go of a bloody murderous intent, and with a bang, the entire carved gate of the opera house was smashed, but the black robe on his shoulders was still torn in an arc, hanging on his elbows in an unrefined way.

Shen Jing turned and descended, stepping on a misty mirage under her feet, patrolling Xiao Yihe's whereabouts in a cloud of smoke and dust.

"In this mirage, there is no spiritual power available, where can you go? How about—"

Before the words were finished, a sword with crimson aura splashed across the sky, and slashed at Shen Jing's head. His expression changed, and he dodged sideways, but a hideous wound was still drawn on his chest.

"How...could you?"

The aura fell, and half of Yinggeyuan was razed to the ground. Shen Jing was shocked, and turned to look at Xiao Yihe, only to see a black robe half hanging on his shoulder, and a thin bamboo in his hand. Such a majestic sword power, The bamboo was unbearably brittle, and it burst with two clicks.

He threw the broken bamboo, then pulled out a new one from the back of his waist and shook it, raised the corners of his mouth, mad and insane: "It's true that you can't move your spiritual power in the mirage, but you don't say you can't move it." Forbidden technique—how is it, are you still coming?”

Shen Jing said: "Are you crazy? You cast forbidden spells in the mirage, and the backlash you suffer after you go out is twice as normal!"

"What are you doing, do you feel sorry for brother?" Xiao Yihe's fingertips traced the thin bamboo, condensing a sharp air blade, "You dragged No. [-] person in Shenjia Village into a mirage by you, you don't feel sorry for him, why do you feel sorry for me now? .”

Shen Jing explained: "I just want them to study hard, not to kill them."

Xiao Yihe: "They are not suitable for studying. If you force them to study, so that the fertile land is abandoned and their livelihood is cut off, what is the difference from killing them?"

Shen Jing was puzzled, and there was confusion in her sea blue eyes.

"Reading is good." He murmured, "I hope that people in the world will be happy and be kind, and be sensitive and eager to learn... This is good, he said so, and hoped so."

Xiao Yihe said: "Didn't you hide his Yiling privately? Why didn't you absorb Yiling and ask yourself to see if the world he wants to be kind and studious is what it is now!"

He suddenly realized: "Ah, you are a demon, you can't absorb people's memory?"

Shen Jing stared at him fiercely, her eyes were red: "It doesn't matter, his Yi Ling will have a shelter soon."

Whispering—the mirage poured down, and hundreds of chains condensed in mid-air, stabbing densely at Xiao Yihe, who was standing alone in the ruins, and then Shen Jing pulled himself out, and pulled out a handful of glowing chains in the void. Niguang's dagger was in front of him in an instant: "Xiao Yihe! Keep your soul behind!"

Xiao Yihe cut off countless chains with his bamboo sword, and slammed into the soul-cutting dagger: "Do you, one or two, like to spy on people's memories so much?"

"It's useless." Shen Jing pressed down again, "...it's getting dark."

The two of them had passed several moves in a flash, Xiao Yihe could still look up at the sky in the interval, he was wondering, and suddenly realized something.

——The darkness he mentioned is not the darkness in the mirage, but the night has come in reality!

As soon as he thought of reaching this point, in an instant, Xiao Yihe's right shoulder suddenly burst open a line of wounds, replaced by blood, pouring out the power of the soul, pouring out and dispersing.

"..." Xiao Yihe didn't have time to think about what Nan Rongke and the others did to his body.

His right hand suddenly lost strength, and the bamboo sword was immediately thrown off. Shen Jing waved his hand violently, and thousands of chains wound up, binding his limbs separately and hanging in mid-air.

Shen Jing also dissipated the false appearance, revealing an incomparably gorgeous true face inside.

These chains are condensed by mirage, which has the effect of confusing.

Xiao Yihe's limbs were sore and weak, unable to break free, he could only hang his head halfway, watching Shen Jing walking towards him with a soul-breaking dagger in his hand, he took off the pen hairpin in his bun, and drew out a soft and bright spirit from it.

That ball of Yi Ling is warm and soft, like the spring breeze in April.

Shen Jing tore open his neckline, and raised the soul-breaking dagger: "Don't be afraid, there is mirage to help you, it doesn't hurt very much... I just need to open a small opening in your soul, let his memory blend in... ..."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on the side of his neck, which seemed to tear people apart, his hands and feet could twitch, and there was a loud rattling noise with the chains on.But he didn't move a little, and was restrained even tighter, so that he couldn't move an inch.

The last consciousness is that I can't wait to yell: "This is what your mother said...it doesn't hurt..."

Shen Jing sent the ball of Yi Ling into the soul bit by bit, and the last bit of fish's tail also got in.

It was his first attempt to forcibly fuse Yi Ling, and it cost a lot of mana, but there was a look of gallantry on his face, and he waved his hand to loosen the chains that bound Xiao Yihe.

Just as he was stretching out his hand to catch it, suddenly a gust of wind hit him, his expression changed abruptly, he raised the Soul-Breaking Dagger with his backhand to parry it, and the golden sword slashed with each other, making a loud clang.

But after a few rounds, he lost the wind and watched Xiao Yihe fall into the hands of others.

Xue Xuan, who had just woken up, climbed up one step at a time, hugged Xiao Yihe with his arms wide open, and glanced quickly, seeing wounds on his shoulder and neck, murderous intent gushed out of his eyes.

Shen Jing took a step back and reminded: "You also use forbidden techniques? Do you want to die?"

Because of the word "Ye", Xue Xuanwei's tone became colder: "Since that's the case, within ten sword strikes, I will kill you here."

After finishing speaking, he attacked with a sword in his hand, and his moves were straight at the dantian in his heart. Shen Jing's body skills changed and he was able to dodge more than enough, but it was not easy to attack. A deep, palpable wound.

Seeing another sword approaching, Shen Jing yelled while avoiding: "He is merging the spirit of memory, and it is all maintained by my mirage power. If you hurt me at this time, his spirit of memory will collapse immediately, and neither you nor I will be caught! "

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, but the sword suddenly slowed down, and the sword deviated, cutting off Shen Jing's hair.

Shen Jing took the opportunity to transform into a fog, rushed to wrap it up, and snatched Xiao Yihe's soul body back from his hands.

"I have no intention of killing you guys, so go away." Shen Jing held her hard-won soul body and glanced at it, "The city gate has been opened for you, step out of the city gate, and someone will send you away from the mirage. As for the outside of the dream... that's Mr. Ning's place, whether you can leave him or not is none of my business."

Xue Xuanwei: "Mr. Ning... Ning Wuzhi?"

Shen Jing shook her head: "I don't know what his name is."

Xue Xuanwei glanced at Xiao Yihe in his arms again: "Where are you taking him?"

Shen Jing showed a longing smile: "I want to be with him forever."

Xue Xuanwei didn't chase after him, nor did he intend to turn around and leave, but just looked at Shen Jing's back, pondered for a while, and said: "I'm afraid he won't do what you want, you can try."

Shen Jing didn't answer, naturally she didn't believe it, she hugged him and flew away.