Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xiao Yihe returned to Jianshen Mountain, looking at the mountain path that master and apprentice had walked side by side, he felt his legs and feet were getting heavier, he walked aimlessly with his head down, and unconsciously walked to the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, where the master and disciple retreated.

A warm and firm barrier enveloped the canyon, and the turmoil outside did not disturb the place at all. He raised his hand to stroke it, and the spiritual flow of the barrier gently wrapped around his fingertips like tentacles, as if Xuanwei and his Ten fingers overlap.

He didn't know where else he could go, so he could only sit by the barrier in a daze until the wound on his body dried up, and finally fell asleep exhausted.

After a thorough sleep, three days had passed, when Xiao Yihe opened his eyes, a thrush was stepping on his shoulder and bouncing.Its pupils are pink and blue, and its left foot is slightly red. It is one of the ones that Xiao Yihe brought out from the glacier hut.

Thrush pecked at the congealed blood scab on the side of his neck, tilted his head to look at him, and didn't understand how he made himself like this.

"Little thing, do you want to laugh at me too?" Xiao Yihe pinched its beak and stood up with his sword, "There are no living things on the mountain, are you hungry?"

He took little thrush back to the dormitory, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a few pieces of broken snacks, thrush popped into his palm and pecked a few pieces of crispy crumbs, just as it was tickling Xiao Yihe's palm, it suddenly picked up a piece and held it between its beaks Fluttering away.

Xiao Yihe looked at the direction it was going away, and murmured: "You also have a companion..."

He lay down on the bed sleepily, covered his eyes with his arms, and was about to go back to sleep, when suddenly a spiritual light exploded in his ears.He subconsciously picked up the sundries at hand and threw them away, but he heard the sound lingering and getting closer, with the usual irritating tone——

"Xiao Yihe, where are you? Your Sword God Mountain is too big. I am here for the first time. Is there any guide? What are these stone sculptures..."

Xiao Yihe was in a daze for a while: "Nan Rongqi? What are you doing in Sword God Mountain?"

Nan Rongqi on Lingguang's other end was squatting on the ground looking at the stone carvings, he was taken aback by the question, and said for a while, "Didn't you say that hundreds of families came up to meet with congratulatory gifts?"

It was only then that Xiao Yihe remembered what crazy words he had uttered before he fell asleep. As soon as the master left, the restrictions on Sword God Mountain dissipated. At this time, the gates of the mountain were indeed wide open to welcome guests.He covered his head with a headache: "...How many people are here?"

"Although there are not many, but almost all are here..." Nan Rongqi looked around and asked in a low voice, "Yihe, are you okay? I was busy evacuating the people around Lin'an County in those few days, but I couldn't Hurry up in time. I heard that you and your master..."

"hiss!"

Nan Rongqi was nervous: "What's wrong with you? Where are you, I'll go find you."

"It's okay." Xiao Yihe took off the dirty clothes that were attached to his body. Because the cloth was stuck to his skin, he made a big movement and peeled off the blood scabs that had just solidified. After a touch, "Follow your path and go up to Bixiao Palace. I'll wait for them there."

"..."

When he heard the news of Xiao Yihe's hand-slashing master, Nan Rongqi was arranging people in Lin'an County to collect the corpses on the street. Hearing the words, he didn't recover for a long time.

The world is far away from the master of Sword God Mountain, and there are countless rumors about this rumored half-immortal. Only Nan Rongqi and Ning Wuzhi, who are friends with Xiao Yihe, can piece together this master from his few words from time to time. look like.

In Xiao Yihe's self-satisfied tone, his master has a gentle face, a frosty appearance, is elegant and soft, and has nothing to do with the world. He is the most considerate person in the world to him.

Nan Rongqi never dared to imagine that the two of them, master and apprentice, would draw their swords against each other one day.

At this time, everyone was full of apprehension. This was the first time that Jianshenshan, who had been hiding from the world for thousands of years, had lifted the restriction of closing the mountain, and exposed the whole picture to the world.People's imagination of it was full of mystery, grandeur and majesty.

However, when they actually climbed the stone steps of the Bixiao Palace, they found that there were only a few palaces here, which were ordinary, with weeds growing on the glazed tiles, and it was not even as luxurious as the few families down the mountain.

The Bixiao Palace is wide but empty, and most of its true face is heavily suppressed - in a shadow, as if it makes people feel that there is no end in sight at a glance, a few beams of dusty light slant in, vaguely reflecting the three statues in the depths. The solemn and dignified statue of the Sanqing Venerable.

——If future generations can see it, someone will be familiar with it. The simple and simple style of this hall is actually somewhat similar to the Taichu Hall of the Taichu Sword Sect later.

Nanrong Qiben walked slowly behind the crowd, but was rushed to the front without knowing it.

This Xiao Yihe acted recklessly, everyone knew about it, everyone knew about it, and only a few days ago he beat his teacher again, and returned the different phase coefficients of heaven and earth, which shows that his kung fu has been pure and pure, and cannot be underestimated.Everyone didn't know what the new "Lord Xiaoshan" would do, and it would be more appropriate to let his old friend Nanrong's boy take the lead.

——But Nan Rongqi knew what they were here for.

The earth veins gradually reset, but the overflowing grievances have not been cleared up, and the evil spirit is rampant, which has attracted many monsters and monsters; and when the sky formation is closed, half of the souls of the people in some towns have been swallowed up, and these people have not yet been revealed. Lost soul symptoms, but it is not a small hidden danger.

Although the master of Jianshenshan is dead, troubles still remain.

Several cities and counties under the jurisdiction of Chasing Moon Villa also suffered disasters. Today, Nan Rongqi only brought two juniors here because everyone else was in rescue and had no time to spare.

When he came, he saw that this group of people were flirting with each other, and they must have some thoughts.

Nan Rongqi knew that Xiao Yihe could not solve these problems, only monsters and resentful souls. How to deal with the tens of thousands of lost souls in the five prefectures, this matter has not yet reached a conclusion in Chasing Moon Villa.

One group believes that the lost souls will eventually degenerate into demons, and it is useless to keep them, so they should be purged; the other group believes that these people are still living souls, and killing them is forbidden, which hinders the karma of the Taoist heart, so they should be imprisoned first, and then make plans.

To be honest, everyone knows in their hearts that the so-called method of confinement is just a way to slow down the army and comfort themselves.It's just that the cause and effect of purging tens of thousands of incomplete souls is too heavy, and no one is willing to bear it.

And once it is done, the image of Taoism in the hearts of the world will collapse.

Today this group of people were willing to be sent by Xiao Yihe, and came up the mountain in the name of congratulations, obviously it was Sima Zhao's heart.

Nan Rongqi really didn't want to be used as a spear by them, so he was reluctantly driven ahead, and was pushed staggeringly over a few steps, when he caught a glimpse of a little whiteness deep in the shadows out of the corner of his eyes.

I saw the long steps going up, deep in the hall, under the statue of Sanqing where the futons were originally placed, there was a wide chair carved with a dragon and a caged crane in the middle.

At this time, a beautiful and handsome figure was leaning against it, his black hair was tied up by a jade crown, and his snow-white robe was decorated with gorgeous cloud-patterned sash on both shoulders, long and softly hanging down to his feet. He leaned against the armrest with his chin resting, a flute on his knee, and a sword by his side, closing his eyes and meditating.

But overnight, he had already put on the robes of his master and pretended to be the mountain lord.

Hearing the chaotic footsteps on the stone steps, Xiao Yihe slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of shining pupils underneath.

When Xiao Yihe saw his close friend outside the palace, the first thing he saw was his left arm hung by a bandage around his neck, and a long scar from his cheek to his ear, like a crack in beautiful jade, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Nan Rongqi had known him for many years and knew him very well, so he could see the fatigue in his eyes almost effortlessly, and he could tell at a glance that he was seriously injured, and he was just holding on here.

He couldn't help cast a worried look and asked secretly.

But Xiao Yihe only pursed his smiling lips soothingly at him, then shifted his gaze to the other people behind him, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Why, the Lord of the Mountain is overjoyed to be enthroned, and you all came here empty-handed Is it?"

His Highness was silent for a while, and a young Taoist of unknown sect in the crowd suddenly said loudly: "Your Sword God Mountain created this catastrophe for forcibly opening the Heavenly Gate, and the corpses are scattered all over the mountain, and you are bleeding thousands of miles away. You don't think about how to save There are so many people here, but they are here to hold a big celebration - what's the matter?!"

"Zheng" broke through the air!A sharp sword shot straight at the man's toes an inch before his toes.

Everyone looked in amazement, on the large carved chair, Xiao Yihe still rested his head leisurely, raised his other hand slightly, and the long sword next to him had no scabbard left, and was humming softly.

Just as Nanrong Qi was about to speak, he felt his throat astringent, his tongue was limp as if he couldn't control it, and he couldn't move it, as if he had been hit by a silence technique.

He stared at Xiao Yihe suddenly, only to see him lowering his hand, ignoring his gaze, playing with the jade flute and asking: "After you think about it, you can talk—you've been killed for thousands of miles, but you saw with your own eyes that I killed it? Killed, the land veins calmed down, didn't the people of Yangyang Li were rescued because of this?"

"..."

"Oh, didn't you come here to congratulate me, but you don't believe that the master has passed away, and you want to see if my master and apprentice are acting?" Xiao Yihe's voice was low and hoarse, and he glanced at the highness, and suddenly Sweeping something out of the shadows, "Then test it, my master's head."

A round bag was thrown into the crowd, and bloodstains rolled out on the ground. The crowd scattered for a few feet in fright, and they dared not pick it up, let alone go for an inspection.

"Look at scaring you." Xiao Yihe suddenly laughed, "It's fake, it's just stuffed with straw. My master's head, do you shrink-headed turtles deserve to see it?"

"..." Everyone was teased by him again, and when they were annoyed, they became a little more righteous, and some people said angrily, "This is your master, the so-called father's debt is paid by the son, your master can't open the gate of heaven by force, Instead, countless monsters and beasts are rampant, and the killings caused should naturally be quelled by you!"

Before Xiao Yihe opened his mouth, Nan Rongqi over there suddenly broke the silence: "Hasn't he calmed down? What else are you going to do? You don't want to rescue in times of disaster, and there are still many sects who let the people flee without caring." , just running for his life in a panic. Now he is seriously injured to get rid of the source of the disaster, but there are still some monsters that escaped in disorder. You are not willing to work together. Do you want to sit at home and let him kill it alone? ? Are you ashamed?"

He was emotionally involved in the wound on his face, hissing in pain.

Xiao Yihe frowned slightly: "Monster?"

"It's not just monsters, there are lost souls—hiss!"

Nan Rongqi kicked the man hard, he took out a jade bottle from his spiritual pouch first, and threw it at Xiao Yihe from a distance: "Congratulations to Xiao Shanzhu on his enthronement, I will not participate in the banquet, the mountain is in a mess , I’ll go first. If you want to lose face, you can continue to lose face here, anyway, face is not worth much.”

"Nan Rongqi."

Nan Rongqi didn't want to stop, and quickly left the hall with quick steps.

Others were unwilling to come, and some were vacillating from side to side to watch the situation. At this time, seeing that Chasing Moon Villa, one of the three sects, took the lead to leave, and Nan Rongqi said that for this sake, they would really say anything. Shame on me.

After a while of hustle and bustle, some people couldn't stay any longer, and offered congratulatory gifts one after another, and said goodbye one after another.

Xiao Yihe was still contemplating, and the people in front of him had already left in a hurry, leaving only an old man with a half-long beard, who was looking at him hesitantly.

He couldn't remember which one it belonged to at once, and after feeling dizzy for a while, he asked wearily, "Why, they've all gone away, do you really want to make money?"

Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist in front of him suddenly knelt down with a plop.

Xiao Yihe was startled, sat up straight subconsciously, but soon calmed down, leaned back on the back of the chair, blinked and muttered: "...Is kowtow so worthless now? You don't have a gift Forget it, there is no need to really kowtow..."

The old Taoist servant seemed to have struggled with himself on the ground, his neck under his beard was red, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the young Taoist on the carved chair. There were bloodshot eyes in a pair of slightly cloudy eyes. He bent his back and cried with great emotion——

"The great power of Sword God Mountain is obvious to all. This kind of cultivation is absolutely unmatched by my generation. If the chaos in the world can be helped by the Mountain Lord, there is hope to reshape the new wind. Hope the Mountain Lord..."

Xiao Yihe heard him cry for a long time, and interrupted him irritably: "Speak directly."

The old Taoist immediately said: "I hope Lord Xiaoshan will help me and save the thirty thousand people in Tiantai Mountain!"

...Tiantai Mountain!

Thirty thousand people, thirty thousand blood debts.

Seeing this place, the old scene gradually merged with the reality. The thin-backed young man on the big jade-carved chair looked down condescendingly, his face was cold and cold, as if his youth had faded overnight, and he cast the shadow of the master.

Xue Xuanwei never knew that the "Xiaoshan Lord" in front of people looked like this, which was far from the unrestrained and easy-going brother in his memory.After all, in front of him, the senior brother always looked heartless, as if he could sing loudly and indulge in drunkenness when the sky fell.

After hearing about the loss of soul at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Yihe said: "So the Taoists believe that this kind of situation should also be 'pay the father's debt', and I will bear it alone."

There are tens of thousands of lost souls in the world, whether it is to cleanse or imprison, someone needs to come forward.At this time, whoever is the leader will become the target of public criticism and be scolded by the people.

These tens of thousands of people have wives and fathers of a family, sons of thousands of gold, and daughters of high families.The common people don't understand, they only know that these are countless living "people" who are still breathing.

...Who wants to do such a thing?

The old Taoist murmured silently.

"Other sects also think the same way?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and a needle could be heard falling.

The Sanqing images were like three huge shadows, pressing on Xiao Yihe's shoulders.He sat quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled, the slight tremor of his shoulders made the sash at his feet, which symbolized the Sword God Mountain Lord, fold into more and more fine silver lights.

Xue Xuanwei's spiritual consciousness was startled - so far, everything has been connected in series.