Xianjun has a disaster

The moment Ji Xueting stepped into the mountain temple, he could already sense that this world had been set up by a special maze.

The incense burners and shrines that I saw last night have long since disappeared, replaced by a bleak sky and the magnificent tall buildings in front of us—this place is not a mountain temple, it is clear that it is the residence of some wealthy family in the world.

Ji Xueting turned his head and saw that the two gates had long since disappeared when he came, leaving only a tall and solemn courtyard wall stretching under the sky.

"Ok."

Ji Xueting raised his eyebrows, and entered the high gate just as the monster expected.

There is no need to elaborate on the many pavilions and pavilions, Ji Xueting walked along the corridor all the way to the depths of the compound.

There is obviously some happy event here, the courtyard is decorated with lights and festoons everywhere, but all of this is shrouded in deathly silence.Naturally, there are many servants and masters in the huge courtyard, but those human figures are all motionless. Looking closer, it is no surprise that they are all finely crafted puppets, wearing ancient clothes and motionless.It's just that the puppet was really well done, even the facial expressions were well done, even though it was a wooden mask, one could actually see the endless panic and panic of everyone in the courtyard.

If it weren't for the movable joints of the puppets and the black lines behind them under the clothes, even Ji Xueting couldn't help but wonder if these unlucky bastards were ordinary people who were robbed, and what was done to them when they were placed here hold spell.

Ji Xueting checked the puppets, but found nothing, so he continued to move forward following his intuition.

It wasn't until he accidentally opened a courtyard door and arrived at a courtyard that he used to be very familiar with, that he suddenly realized.

It's no wonder that he walked all the way before, only to feel that the layout of flowers and trees here is rare and somewhat ancient - it's really because what the monster prepared for him was exactly the Yan family's mansion 3000 years ago.Moreover, the courtyard here is the place where Yan Ci, the incomparably noble lotus son of the Yan family, lived in the past.

Back then when Ji Xueting and Yan Ci were intimate, I really don't remember how many happy times they spent together in this place. Of course, later...

"Is this over yet?"

Ji Xueting thought about the various routines set up by the monsters before, and could only sigh with his forehead, thinking that these monsters and ghosts are really nothing new, they always use the same routines over and over again.

Thinking like this, Ji Xueting walked in step by step.

And the moment he stepped over the threshold, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and a gust of breeze blew slowly, bringing panic and murmurs.

Ji Xueting turned slightly, cleverly dodging the two pale, shivering puppet maids.

The previous silence shattered quietly like shattered ice, and the puppets in the entire courtyard suddenly came alive.

During the movement, the wooden mask on his body and the organs at the joints were gradually covered by soft skin, but in an instant, the family mansion 3000 years ago came alive again in front of him.

However, the atmosphere in the house was even heavier than the dead silence before.

"What to do, what to do?! Do you think he will find out? Damn, why did he come back?! This is completely different from what was said—"

"Young master, calm down, don't be so irritable. Alas, the little old man has advised you before, don't kill everything, but you... ah, you said that the man is dead, and you skinned him and fed him to the dogs. very?"

"Damn, hate, you didn't say it—no, no, who told me—Damn it, is it possible that you still want to investigate me now? I'll ask you if you're sure you can hide it from that blind man! Didn’t you say that you have your own fairy alchemy, and you can use it as a cover-up? Tell me, you can hide it from the cover-up, right? Can you?!”

……

Ji Xueting turned his head back with an impatient and sharp male duck voice.He looked in the direction where the voice came from, and just in time saw a handsome young man in brocade clothes, but his facial features were slightly skewed so that he looked like a good man, angrily grabbing a man dressed as a Taoist priest beside him and cursing endlessly.

The Taoist priest turned his back to Ji Xueting, so he couldn't see clearly, but the brocade-clothed young man made him frown.

That was... a certain relative of Yan Ci back then, right?Uh, no, it seems, is the younger brother?

He remembered vaguely.

I still vaguely remember that that person seemed to have a deep grievance with me. When Ji Xueting was in a high position, that person was naturally submissive and dared not make mistakes. But when he fell into the quagmire, this person found an opportunity and tried his best to kill him. Tortured enough.

Of course, to Ji Xueting, these are all things that have been rotten. Ji Xueting really can't figure out why the monster puts so much effort into sending such a jumping clown to him.

While thinking this way, the Taoist priest continued to chatter.

"...According to what the young master said, your elder brother has deep affection for that person and loves him very much, so according to common sense, since the coffin has been sealed, he is a real god, and he can't forcefully break the coffin if he wants to, disturbing people's peace. Since there is a coffin to block it, and I have set up a blindfold on the man's remaining skin, I think as long as you don't show your feet, young master, you should, you should not have any problems."

……

"Oh?" The Taoist said so tremblingly that even a fool could tell that he was very weak, and only the Second Young Master Yan was sweating coldly, holding on to the Taoist as a life-saving straw and refusing to let go.

As for Ji Xueting... Hearing this, his eyelids twitched, feeling something in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened wide, and a blood-stained figure staggered in. If it wasn't the former Lianhuazi Yan Ci, who was it?

Many servants in the courtyard, including the Second Young Master Yan and the Taoist priest, crawled down together, shivering and shouting: "I have seen... I have seen the fairy..."

Ji Xueting sat under the corridor, resting his chin in one hand, and looked at Yan Ci coldly. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and thought: So Yan Ci's ascension to immortality was not done in one go, but there were twists and turns? ?

If the illusion reappeared in front of him by the monster really happened in the past, then these mortals with naked eyes would naturally not be able to see it. The immortal Yan Ci in their eyes is already a downright fallen fairy.

This can be seen just from the faintly visible black air on his body, not to mention that there are countless marks left by the whip on Yan Ci's body.Apparently, after ascension, this person fell into the mortal world illegally for some reason and ended up like this.

However, for Ji Xueting now, these things are really nothing to do with him.Ji Xueting didn't want to explore, and felt more and more bored.Just when he yawned and was thinking of calling out to the demon to speed up his progress, Yan Ci didn't care, passed the crowd in a trance, and walked straight into the room.

Ji Xueting originally planned to spend the rest of the time in the courtyard, but he never thought that the demon obviously wanted him to see the next scene on purpose.

But in the blink of an eye, there was a change in the surroundings, and looking around, Ji Xueting had followed Yan Ci to the room.

After entering, he sighed.

Sure enough, it still has something to do with his inseparable tattered past, Ji Xueting thought.

I saw that in the originally elegant room, the furnishings had long since been removed, and in the middle of the room, there was a gorgeous coffin carved with nanmu wood and gilded flowers.

Yan Ci walked slowly to the coffin, and suddenly there was some vitality on his pale face.

He stared blankly at the coffin for a long time, then bent down, put his face on the coffin cover, and murmured: "Didn't you agree, you wait for me?"

Across the thick and wide coffin, Ji Xueting calmly met the eyes of the man 3000 years ago.

He watched two lines of blood and tears slowly flow from the man's eyes.

"I have found... I have found a way to renew your life..."

"But you, why didn't you wait for me?"

"Axue, is it because I came back too late...you are angry with me...but you get angry when you are angry, why don't you wait for me..."

"I finally made it back?"

While talking, Yan Ci stretched out his arm.

I saw that under the blood-stained robe sleeve was a piece of rotten flesh, and the thick skeleton could almost be seen through the blurred flesh and blood.

"Look, those people don't allow me to come to you. They say that after ascension, you will understand the world and have nothing to do with the lower realm. By the way, there is another joke, do you want to listen...Axue, they said, I was also An immortal, the reason why he descended to the mortal world was to comply with the destiny and destroy Xuan Lixin. They also said... They also said that you should have died, and that is also the destiny, no matter how hard I struggle, it is impossible to continue your life ..."

"They hurt me so badly, it hurts so much."

Yan Ci said in a strange, intimate tone.

But in just a moment, he restrained all the pain on his face.

"Ah, Axue, don't cry... If I knew you love me so much, I wouldn't show you these injuries. It's okay, it's really okay—"

He giggled to himself, but he didn't know that the servant who sneaked his head in looked at him and was already out of his wits with fright.

At this time, I couldn't help it, and tentatively opened my mouth, trying to call back the mind of my young master who had ascended to immortality: "Young master, return, return, please forgive me. That... oh, that... Ji When the young master died, it was very peaceful, painless and disaster-free, it was a happy funeral... He, he also knew that you, young master, have a destiny of immortality. Before he died, he specially asked us to say, say that... I still hope that the young master will be immortal The road is bright, if there is an afterlife, the next step will be..."

Before the old servant finished speaking, Yan Ci suddenly laughed.

"If there is an afterlife? Renew the relationship?"

He turned his head suddenly, his face was covered with blood and tears, and the expression on his face made the old servant roll his eyes in fright, and he fainted directly.

But Yan Ci didn't seem to see him.

"But I don't want the next life... I just want this life..."

He kept murmuring and laughing miserably, and directly broke the upper layer of gold, silver and jade seals on the coffin.

There was only a creaking sound, and he actually pushed the coffin away.

Ji Xueting was bored looking at Yan Ci's heartache at first, but now he became interested and followed Yan Ci's side to look into the coffin.

Then, he whistled softly.

The young man in the coffin is still the same as that time, wearing an exquisite mask, wearing a gold-threaded jade dress, lying quietly among the bushes with his hands on his stomach, looking extremely dignified and serene...It is indeed impressive Can't bear to bother.

It's a pity that this "person" is obviously only aimed at normal people, and it doesn't work very well for the kind of lunatics who have been completely confused after falling into immortality.

Yan Ci looked at Ji Xueting with a smile on his face.

His lips were pursed, and after a while of incantations, he actually pulled out a cold long knife directly from his spine.

Then, holding a long knife in his hand, he slowly climbed into the coffin.He stretched out his arms, hugged the corpse tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, turned the knife against him, aiming the blade at his chest.

"Axue, look—" he even tilted his head interestingly, and whispered softly in the ear of the corpse, "This is a magic weapon that can kill even immortal souls. When those people chased and killed me, I never It was snatched from the hands of a warrior god. He was almost mad at the time, if you saw it, you would think he was funny..." He paused, and then said, "Okay, don't waste time, Ah Snow, I'm here to accompany you."

After speaking, his wrist moved slightly, and he was about to stab the long knife straight into his chest.

However, at this moment, the mask on the face of the corpse in his arms suddenly loosened for some reason.

Yan Ci paused the movements in his hands, and cautiously reached over, intending to straighten the mask.

"Axue, look, you are still so naughty—"

His weird and terrifying whispers to Ji Xueting suddenly stopped.

Yan Ci stared straight at the golden, precious, peaceful and peaceful corpse in his arms, his body trembling slowly.

"wrong."

he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"That's not right."

With a bang, the lingering aura around him imperceptibly scattered the carefully prepared coffin.

The cover-ups set up by mortal Taoist priests are no longer effective.

The jade mask shattered with a bang—

A swollen and indistinguishable human head suddenly slipped from Yan Ci's arms, and when Yan Ci panicked and tried to hug the head, pieces of the gold thread clothes on the body in his arms also fell off, a soft mass that had already The fragmented human skin slid softly to the ground.

The skin pouch was full of wounds, exposing the straw stuffed inside.

"Ah, snow."

Yan Ci crawled to the bottom and picked up the human skin tremblingly.

"Axue."

He murmured, his eyes were about to split, blood and tears were streaming down his eyes.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Don't scare me, don't scare me, okay..."

He fell on the wreckage that had been made into an archery target, and his voice became more and more shrill.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Then, at last, he could not make a sound, couldn't adjust the tune, and screamed out.

……

……

When Ji Xueting was young, he once accidentally saw someone copying small words in a miscellaneous book.

It says -

Gaotang cloud and rain scattered.

Twelve Wufeng, cut off the eyes of lovesickness.

Don't be lazy to move for others.For Lang haggard shame Lang see.

If Qingyi doesn't come, Gu Feng complains.

If you lose your Taoyuan, it will be inconvenient to meet again.

There is no way to get rid of old hatred and new sorrow.

How deep love seems to be shallow.

……

At that time, Ji Xueting only thought it was normal, but later he always thought of the phrase "Goodbye will be inconvenient", and his heart was at a loss.

And later...he no longer had the leisure and joy to think about the thoughts of young people in those gossip.

Now, after 3000 years, Ji Xueting just looked down at the man he loved and hated so deeply a long time ago, but there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only peace.

It turned out that the man named Yan Ci was also in such agony for him...

he thinks.

The strange thing is, looking at the fallen fairy in front of him who is almost out of human form, Ji Xueting has some completely irrelevant memories in his mind.

He remembered one afternoon when he woke up from his sleep and found himself pillowing on the lap of the young master of the Yan family. He didn't know how long it had been.

However, it was just a summer day and the green shade was cool, and his sleepiness subsided a little, relying on the man not being able to see him, he quietly opened his eyes and continued to play tricks on the man's lap.But the man didn't notice, one hand caressed his shoulder carefully, and after a while, his fingertips gently stroked his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

That person is used to restraint, and his expression is always calm and unwavering, but only at that moment, beside Ji Xueting, there is clearly a contented smile on the corner of that person's mouth.

……

However, that fragment was eventually smashed into a fragment that could not be captured in the past memories by the bloody lunatic in front of him.

Ji Xueting came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Why bother."

He said to Yan Ci.

However, Yan Ci in the past naturally couldn't hear this calm reassurance. The blood and tears were running down the face of the man who was completely out of order, and his eyes gradually cast an ominous red shade. There was a scream of panic, but Ji Xueting had no time to listen carefully, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Back in the room, everything around gradually began to distort and deform like heated white wax, returning to the dilapidated and dark main hall of the mountain temple. The nightmare that belonged to a certain fairy 3000 years ago was just a fantasy after all, and the only one who stayed in place was the one who never came out from the beginning to the end.

Ji Xueting's eyes were clear, watching that "Yan Ci" kept the previous posture and lay motionless on the ground, his body collapsed, and countless black threads squirmed out from under his skin like snakes, wrapping his mutilated body Devoured.

Finally, a pale figure appeared.

That is... Tianqu Xianjun.

The bloodless, white-haired Xianjun still vaguely lingered with Ling Ran's fairy spirit as a high-ranking immortal, but he didn't know what happened to him, his body was dripping with blood, and he had already been severely injured.

Now looking at the breath is weak, almost dead.

Ji Xueting was thinking about what he was doing, when a man wearing a mask of the God of Joy came out slowly from the shadows.

"Ji Xianjun, we meet again."

As soon as Ji Xueting heard the familiar voice, his eyelids twitched violently, and the place where his chest was cut before was slightly itchy.

"Ah, we meet again. I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to be alive."

Ji Xueting unceremoniously showed regret, with a calm face, but troubled thoughts in his heart.Obviously, his previous understanding of the masked man was biased. He originally thought that the other party was just a ghost sent by others, but now it seems that the other party should actually be a branch parasitic among the ghosts. God, it is precisely because of this that once the body of the parasitic ghost is destroyed, the other party can immediately withdraw and walk in a new body.

Such supernatural powers are the most difficult to deal with.Moreover, seeing what he did, Ji Xueting became more and more confused about what he wanted to do.

"Good talk, good talk."

The masked man arched his hands and said with a smile.

"Last night, I acted a little rough, and I almost offended the master. Please forgive me. My master also warned me, saying that I should not do anything to an immortal like Ji Xianjun. I will not dare to do it again. As an apology, you see, I have already restrained the heartless man 3000 years ago who killed his wife to preach the Tao, that is, the Tianqu Immortal Monarch."

Just as he was speaking, Ji Xueting felt a snake-like gaze falling on him, obviously observing his expression.

If you just look at the masked man's every move, it really looks like the following people accidentally offended the big boss when they were doing something, and now they can only bite the bullet and try to find ways to plead guilty and beg for mercy in order to calm down the matter.Thinking about the shadow that suddenly appeared last night, and the person in the shadow, the masked man was so scared, it seemed reasonable.

This is the way of confession, which is a bit ironic.

The next moment Ji Xueting heard the masked man say again: "... Please don't worry, Xianjun, this Tianqu Shangxian is a true deity, and I really didn't pretend to be a puppet. You have seen it too , he is currently in the midst of self-eating demons, if you are willing, you can completely eliminate him with just one sword. I didn't say that, Ji Xianjun, this kind of opportunity is too rare, as the saying goes Come on, after this village, there will be no such shop.”

Listening to the man's enthusiastic sales pitch, Ji Xueting couldn't help but asked with a smile, "But why should I kill him?"

Hearing this, the masked man's voice suddenly became shocked: "Ji Xianjun is just joking, to be honest, I was standing aside before, and I accidentally saw some of the past between you and this Tianqu Shangxian. The past. I feel that this kind of ruthless, ruthless, and ruthless white-eyed wolf is really unsatisfactory if you don’t kill it. Ji Xianjun, don’t worry, this Yingshan and the like have no aura, and you can’t see it from above. You kill him here , I guarantee that no one will know. In this way, you can be regarded as having an understanding of what happened 3000 years ago, and I can be regarded as a full courtesy. Ji Xianjun, do you think this is the case?"

Hearing what the masked man said, Ji Xueting nodded thoughtfully: "It does seem to make sense."

While talking, Ji Xueting slowly came to Tianqu Xianjun.

The Ling Cang sword flashed a blue light, and it was already unsheathed.

And as soon as Ji Xueting approached, Tianqu Xianjun also felt it, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, fell on the ground and slowly raised his head.When a pair of silver eyes saw Ji Xueting, they suddenly lit up like will-o'-the-wisps.

Ji Xueting squatted down, holding a sword in one hand, and grabbed Xianjun Tianqu's hair with the other, so that the man could expose his neck.His actions were not polite, but Tianqu Xianjun did not intend to resist at all. On the contrary, he stared greedily at Ji Xueting like this, and a happy smile slowly appeared on that twisted and weird face.

"Axue, you're here."

He said.

"Are you here to kill me? I'm so happy—"

Ling Cangjian slashed across his neck suddenly, and the pale fairy all over his body was in a different place in an instant, and the idiot was cut off.

Ji Xueting deftly turned to the side, avoiding the splashing warm blood, but one hand was still firmly pinched in the silver hair of Immortal Tianqu, pulling the head to his fingertips, as if he was not quite Like the baggage.

On the head of Tianqu Xianjun, there was still a joyous, uncomfortable smile.

After a while, his body fell down again, and the blood bubbling from his neck slowed down a bit, gathering at Ji Xueting's feet, forming a bloody red lotus with double petals little by little.

……

"Clap clap-"

The masked man watched Ji Xueting stand up holding Tianqu Xianjun's head and slowly move forward, he couldn't help clapping his hands excitedly.

"Good kill, Ji Xianjun, it really relieves hatred!"

He smiled happily.

"Finally, finally killed him, Ji Xianjun, you have helped me a lot——

However, the masked man didn't have time to finish his sentence, because the moment Ji Xueting, who seemed happy and joyful, turned around, he raised his hand and struck him with a vertical sword.

Suddenly, the main hall of the mountain temple shook for a while, and then shattered suddenly, turning into a ruined wall full of dust and cobwebs.It turned out that after the first layer of environment was broken, the so-called "Mountain Temple" displayed in front of Ji Xueting was still an illusion deliberately created by demons.

In this situation, the only real thing is probably the head in Ji Xueting's hand, and the corpse on the ground.

Ji Xueting lowered his eyes to look at his feet, only to see that the person who fell on the ground also changed into another appearance.

Not so long ago, the boy who would have blushed and heartbeat, and eagerly called "Brother Xue Ting" to him, is now an immobile corpse.

Immortals killing mortals is an unforgivable felony from any point of view, but facing this situation, Ji Xueting's face was calm without any fluctuations.

He bent down and put Yan Ke's head back, and Ling Cangjian swirled in mid-air again——

"boom--"

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound when a body fell heavily to the ground.

When Ji Xueting bent down just now, the "Rampant God" hid in the shadows and tried to sneak attack, but Ji Xueting, who was calm and calm, saw through at a glance.The countless tentacles that had been severed suddenly retracted, turning into a haggard, half-human, half-deer figure that slammed down.

Half of Han Zhichun's body was covered in blood, and he was lying on the ground vomiting blood profusely.

Obviously, those extremely realistic hallucinations are all controlled by him, but it is precisely because of this that once the illusion is broken, he will have to suffer serious backlash.

Of course, Ji Xueting's sneak attack just now made his injury worse.

Ji Xueting glanced at him, sensing his gaze, Han Zhichun flinched, tears of fear and panic flashed in his eyes.

"I was wrong." He kept talking to himself, "Xiaochun was wrong."

However, while speaking, the black thread on his back was slowly spreading again.

Ji Xueting raised his eyes, and with a movement of his fingertips, a few paper talismans flew out instantly, nailing the dying Han Zhichun to the ground in an instant.

"What a powerful sword." Seeing this scene, the masked man hiding aside giggled, and then added, "What a ruthless person."

The latter sentence obviously means that Ji Xueting does not miss his old love.

Ji Xueting looked back and smiled lightly.

"Oh, how many times have I said it..."

Ling Cangjian jumped into his palm while he was speaking.

"A person like me who cultivates ruthlessness has always been ruthless—especially to those ugly ghosts who hide their heads and show their tails."

After all, Ji Xueting couldn't help but attack the ghost directly.

Just like what Ji Xueting had thought before, everything they encountered in the city was the result of the cooperation between Han Zhichun and the ghost.

Among them, Han Zhichun is in charge of manipulating the illusion and puppets, while the ghost hides behind the environment and takes the opportunity to attack Ji Xueting.

Now without the support of Han Zhichun's illusion, the ghost instantly fell into a disadvantage under Ji Xueting's sword, barely escaping his life entirely by changing his figure back and forth.

After a fight, Ji Xueting was about to cut him off with a sword, but the ghost suddenly leaned forward, and even grabbed Han Zhichun who was already half dead, and stood in front of him.

"Damn-"

In order to kill the ghost, Ji Xueting's sword was extremely fierce, and it was too late to withdraw the sword at this time.

"boom--"

Fortunately, at this time, a shadow suddenly appeared, directly blocking Ji Xueting's sword.

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