Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The two looked at him at the same time.

Xiao Yihe recalled that when he was chasing the man in Daiyi, he also smelled a faint smell of medicine, but he was too far away to attract attention.

Thinking of Wu Yue'er's skeleton, Xiao Yihe frowned slightly: "Shen Jing may be in danger."

Xue Xuan thought for a while, and understood the key point. The two looked at each other and thought of going together.

Wu Yue'er's skeleton is the ashes of the earth spirit, which is a masterpiece of refining, but it will not rot for thousands of years; if Ning Wuzhi is really related to Wu Yue'er, then there should be something about Shen Jing that makes him particularly interested.

Earth Spirit Skeleton, Black Medicine, Shen Jing...

That's right.

——Ning Wuzhi was collecting something.

It was difficult for the crowd to continue to rest. After a short rest, they followed the memories in their dreams and set off to the hillside behind the village. On that slope stood a small village courtyard, which was the small courtyard where Shen Qingxu and Shen Jing used to live.

The yard is surrounded by low fences, and an old apricot tree is planted in front of the gate, which is well-groomed, just like in the dream.

The most strange thing is that it is clearly autumn, but the trees are full of apricot blossoms, shining like clouds.The courtyard is full of spring breeze, and all the flowers of the four seasons are in full bloom.

Sure enough, Shen Jing was there. He sat under the tree and fell asleep, a layer of pink and white petals fell on his shoulders, holding the pen-shaped jade hairpin in his hand, his long eyelashes stopped, his eyes closed peacefully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a beautiful woman Spring sleep illustration.

——If he didn't have that impressive blood hole in his chest.

... They were one step too late after all.

"..." Seeing this scene, Zhao Xizhi's figure swayed, his expression was complicated, and there was some sharp pain in his usually soft eyes.Wei Wei leaned sideways on his apprentice, couldn't bear to look any further, Zhao Wendao patted his shoulder considerately, and also sadly said: "It's okay, Master."

Xue Xuanwei asked: "Xizhi, can you reproduce the scene before his death?"

Zhao Xizhi looked back at him, nodded hesitantly for a while: "If it's within a day, I can try."

As he said that, he dug out the "Su Yue" with broken strings, put it on his knee, and hastily connected two strings. Naturally, he couldn't play any fairy notes, but fortunately, this backtracking technique was not Sophisticated, even if you can barely make a musical sound, it's okay.

Just listening to the sound of two hooked strings, the spiritual waves rippled and spread to the entire courtyard like circles of water ripples.

Soon a vague figure appeared in front of the courtyard - it was Shen Jing.

His eyes were red and swollen, as if he had just cried. He held a flower in his hand to water, and carefully took care of these flowers one by one. Some of them had not yet bloomed or had fallen, and he used his demonic power to make them return to their blooming posture.

This garden is full of spring scenery, which is what he insisted on.

He was squatting on the ground, playing with a pot of Sijilan, which refused to listen no matter what, when a black shadow fell under the tree.Holding a bone fan in his hand, he looked up at the branches that had fallen under the weight of flowers, rubbed an apricot petal with his fingertips, and stared in Shen Jing's direction.

He was wearing the dark cloak that Chao Xizhi had seen, revealing a corner of the daisy, without a hood, so his face could be seen at a glance.

When Ning Wushuang saw it, he opened his eyes wide: "Brother!"

——The man in Dai Yi, or "Ning Wuzhi", brushed shoulders past the crowd and walked slowly towards Shen Jing.

Looking back, when Ning Wuzhi raised his hand, the pot of Four Seasons Orchids bloomed instantly, and each flower was extremely delicate.Shen Jing was a little startled, and quickly lowered her head again, wiping the porcelain basin underneath in frustration. Just as she put down the rag, she tilted her head and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with the smell of the sea.

Ning Wuzhi took half a step back, a little disgusted: "Your mirage is shattered, your dream is shattered, and even the container I found so hard has been let go. Now that your demon power is exhausted, you still don't want to return. Hai—do you want to die like this?"

Shen Jing didn't speak, wiped his mouth, and got up to serve the next pot of flowers, but because the flower pot was too heavy, his demon body was exhausted, and he fell to the ground.

Ning Wuzhi was not in a hurry or annoyed, the fan bone lightly hit the palm of his hand, he stopped suddenly, his fingertips moved slightly, and in an instant two small clay figurines emerged from the soil, with a pair of stones embedded in their faces as eyes, and they ran erratically Running around, helping Shen Jing move flowers and grass, with quick movements.

Shen Jing said angrily: "Don't touch his flowers."

Two little clay figurines were holding the flowerpot and looking at him blankly.

"Are you angry with me?" Ning Wuzhi smiled, "I just see that you are reluctant to touch him, so I will help you."

"You put puppet tricks on me, and you still have the face to say that it is for me, you are for yourself!" Once the mirage was broken, most of the demon power collapsed. Shen Jing couldn't beat him, so he could only stare angrily. , "You want to kill them."

"If it can be killed so easily, it will save trouble."

Ning Wuzhi played with the bone fan with great interest, said something to himself, then bent down and sat on the rattan chair, his slender and tight legs dangling, and said instead: "Do one last thing for me , I will let you stay with Mr. Shen for a long time."

When Shen Jing heard about it, she finally looked up at him, and saw a brilliant light cluster on his fingertips, which was so beautiful that her expression changed suddenly.

Seeing this, Nan Rongke wondered, "What is that?"

Ning Wushuang frowned: "It's a dream."

Nan Rongke: "Dream?"

"He is a mirage, he can't dream." Xiao Yihe was wrapped in Xue Xuanwei's thick robe, with only a pair of eyes and nose exposed, squatting beside Shen Jing's corpse to observe, and said in a low voice, "...can create dreams for the world, But you can’t build a dream for yourself alone.”

Sure enough, Ning Wuzhi said: "In a peaceful and peaceful world, everyone can make a fuss. Mr. Shen is respected by everyone. You can stay by Mr.'s side every day, for a long time."

His words seemed to have a deceptive magic power, Shen Jing walked over unconsciously, stretched out his hands to hold the light, he felt a warm and familiar atmosphere from the light... Is it Shen Qingxu's memory fragment? !

Shen Jing thought that Shen Qingxu's Yiling had already dissipated from Xiao Yihe's body after the failure of the spirit fusion, but unexpectedly there was a piece of it left behind.

"But I don't have anything to give you anymore." Shen Jing folded her hands together, hugging the ball of dream tightly and stuffed it into her chest, fearing that Ning Wuzhi would go back on his word and take it back.

Ning Wuzhi smiled: "No, you have. As long as you are willing to give it to me."

The drowsiness brought by the dream group came to mind, Shen Jing looked at him puzzled, her eyes were a little lax, as if half of her body had already fallen into a rich and prosperous dream, but half of her body was still left in this world. Shuttle between these two intertwined chaos: "What is it..."

In the next moment, there was a snort!

It was the sound of blood and flesh being torn apart.

Shen Jing's pupils narrowed slightly, but soon dilated again, the dream had diffused, and the feeling of the body in this world was not so obvious, even because she was about to see Shen Qingxu, she felt a little joy in her heart.

He looked down in confusion, and saw a pale and slender hand inserted into his chest, grabbing something in it.

The blood spurted out and splashed onto Ning Wuzhi's face, he wiped it away in disgust, but still opened his chest, took out a bunch of bloody viscera, and rummaged inside.

Nan Rongke covered his mouth and almost vomited. He quickly hid beside Chao Wendao and smelled a fragrance. Then he suppressed the nausea and cursed in a low voice: "Beast!"

Chao Xizhi had already closed her eyes and didn't look any more, but the sound of sticky flesh and blood still came from her ears.

The sound of the string gradually weakened, and the backtracking spell came to an end. The two figures gradually became transparent, leaving only a piece of blood seeping into the soil under the tree. The last scene was Ning Wuzhi pulling out a sapphire-like sapphire from Shen Jing's dantian. Ordinary round beads are collected into the spiritual pouch.

And Shen Jing's body slowly fell under the tree, her spiritual consciousness has merged with her dream and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Nan Rongke glanced at the bead hastily, before he saw it clearly, the string technique slowly dissipated: "What is that?!"

Xiao Yihe patted his clothes and got up: "It's the mirage bead, which is his demon pill."

Chao Wendao suddenly realized: "No wonder! The mirage pearl has natural magic power, and it is a rare magic weapon."

Nan Rongke asked strangely: "Is this really Uncle Ning... He seems to have extraordinary skills. If it is for the mirage bead, it would be fine to kill Shen Jing directly to get the pill? Why bother?"

When Ning Wushuang heard him calling him "Uncle Ning", he felt restless.

It was also hard for him to believe that the cruel and bloody person in the backtracking spell was actually his gentle and elegant elder brother.

Xiao Yihe looked at Nan Rongke with a look of "ignorance and incompetence".

Zhao Wendao shook his head, sighed and said: "Brother Nanrong, it is recorded in the Overseas Classics of Foreign Matter Spectrum that the mirage is a branch of the ancient monster clan. It's strange, if the mirage hadn't volunteered, the mirage would have exploded immediately. So even if you catch it, as long as it doesn't want to, there's nothing you can do about it."

Nan Rongke was still searching for this lesson in his mind, and Chao Wendao had lowered his eyes, silently mourning for a while, blinking his eyes lightly, and said: "I didn't expect that at this juncture, he knew that this person was treacherous, and he would be willing to sacrifice Mirage beads."

"Building a dream like a mirage...and finally dying in a dream."

Xiao Yihe heard a low and soft sigh, looked up, and saw Zhao Xi's eyes dimmed, and pressed his fingers on the two silk strings that barely continued, and gently drew a few simple tones, which was the sound of requiem.

These two are indeed masters and apprentices, with the same compassionate temperament, so sentimental, it's a pity to practice Taoism, and you should go to practice Buddhism.

Seeing that Zhao Xizhi was wounded and used the backtracking technique, he was exhausted for a while, and Xiao Yihe was going to help him, but before his hand touched the corner of his sleeve, suddenly a sword flashed in front of him, stirring up an invisible spiritual flow, forcing the two of them Take a step back at the same time.

Surprised, Xiao Yihe looked up along the hilt of the sword.

I saw Xue Xuanwei folded his hands, leaning on "Cun Xin Bu Mei", and said calmly: "I heard the Tao, help your master to rest."

"..."

Xiao Yihe was still seriously injured, squatting for too long, got up suddenly, his eyes went dark before he could speak.

Nan Rongke happened to walk over to check Shen Jing's body, seeing him staggering, he instinctively went to pick him up.

However, as soon as he touched a part of his forearm, a chill rushed into his sleeves, and his outstretched hand abruptly stopped in mid-air into a weird posture, and Xiao Yihe fell in another direction.

Sect Master Xue grabbed him with one hand and put him in his arms properly.

Nan Rongke: "..."

I don't know if it was an illusion at that moment, but when the boy was planted in Xue Xuanwei's arms, he saw Sect Master Xue's mouth opening and closing silently, as if calling "Senior Brother".

Before he could figure it out, Xiao Yihe murmured: "Wu Yao..."

Xue Xuan caressed Xiao Yihe's back calmly, gently stroking the meridians, qi and blood, and when he looked back at other people, he still had a cold expression.Looking at the two of them so close, Chao Xizhi was slightly surprised.

Xiao Yihe naturally supported Xue Xuanwei's forearm, and when the darkness in front of him dissipated, he said: "It's not too late, let's set off in the afternoon."

Nan Rongke: "...where are you going?"

Xiao Yihe paused, and said a place: "Tiantai Mountain."

Hearing this, Xue Xuanwei had inexplicable darkness in his eyes.