The daily life of cohabitation with the heroine Bai Yueguang

Jiang Xingyun stared blankly at Suzhou.

The person in front of him has the most authentic sword sect spiritual power, and looks exactly like the sword master Su Zhishui back then.It's just that this man has an unshaven beard and is not particular about his clothes, which is totally different from that proud and elegant sword master.

"Brother." Suzhou called out.

"Su Zhishui?" Jiang Xingyun said hesitantly.

Just as Suzhou was about to continue talking, he saw behind Jiang Xingyun, the grievances of everyone in Jianmen condensed and formed, faintly threatening to become a black cloud.

The black cloud was getting bigger and bigger, and finally it was like a tide rushing towards the three of them in Suzhou.

Suzhou and Su Ming couldn't avoid it, they were hit by the tumbling resentment, and they took several steps back.

Where the resentment swept over, not a single blade of grass grew.The formation that Su Mingjing drew on the clothes for the two of them emitted a dim light, slowly dissipating the resentment that hit them.

Amidst the strong resentment, Suzhou faintly saw the distorted image of the coffin.

Rows of coffins were neatly arranged in the dark nest. Cold water droplets slowly formed from the top of the cave, and then dripped instantly, hitting the ground with a "slap".The sound echoed in the lair for a long time without stopping.

Suzhou stretched out his hand to touch, and actually touched the cold coffin.

His hands were also damaged and rotted.

Because he successfully touched the coffin, the resentment hit even harder.

Suzhou thought of his dream.

The red oiled paper umbrella, the heavy coffin, and the dead Su Mingjing.

He gritted his teeth, and grabbed one of the coffins before the image disappeared.

Suzhou could feel the pain of rotting flesh and blood. He pushed hard on the coffin board, but the coffin board was not sealed and was quickly pushed away by Suzhou.

Suzhou saw a person lying in the coffin.

The man had a rosy complexion, his face without makeup was extremely delicate, and his lips were bright red.

It was a face he was all too familiar with.

The sound of flesh being pierced came.He turned his head and saw Su Mingjing whose shoulder was pierced by a sword.

He stood in front of Suzhou and blocked Jiang Xingyun's sword for Suzhou.

Jiang Xingyun who didn't get Suzhou's spiritual power couldn't beat Suzhou, but Jiang Xingyun who got Suzhou's spiritual power was different.

Moreover, Suzhou poured a lot of spiritual power at that time.

Everyone in Jianmen rioted, and Jiang Xingyun had no way to control the sword formation, so he had to go into battle himself.

Su Mingjing didn't let him stab, he attacked Jiang Xingyun unceremoniously.Jiang Xingyun took several steps back, and some blood flowed from his mouth.

Suzhou finally let go.His hands were almost rotted clean, only the bones remained.

The image disappeared, and the resentment temporarily retreated to the side.

"Brother, calm down!" Suzhou said.

Seeing Suzhou's rotten hands, Su Mingjing trembled slightly, turned the attack into suffering, and quickly formed a defensive formation beside her.

The corners of his eyes were red, looking pitiful.He had never encountered such a situation before, so he had to try one after another.By the last one, he was about to cry.

It was him who hurt, but Su Mingjing was more sad than him.

Suzhou clumsily wanted to comfort him, every time his skeleton-only hands moved a little, it looked pitiful.

Jiang Xingyun stopped attacking and looked at Su Mingjing in surprise.

He had never seen such a monster before.

Su Mingjing finally found a suitable formation.He healed Suzhou and looked up at Suzhou, "What did you see?"

What do you see that is worth exploring with both hands?

Suzhou shook his head.

"Brother." Suzhou said, "What are these coffins?"

"You answer me first," Jiang Xingyun finally confirmed that this is Su Zhishui, he looked at Su Mingjing complicatedly, "What are you bringing a monster here for?"

"Do you miss it?" Jiang Xingyun's tone was slightly mocking.

"He is my Taoist companion." Suzhou hesitated and said.

"Tao Companion?!" Jiang Xingyun's eyes widened, and anger rose in his heart. "You don't care about the past."

His sword was almost drawn again.

"He is of mixed race." Suzhou said, "He used to have a name, Shen Ruge."

"Ruge?" Jiang Xingyun abruptly stopped his attack.

He looked at Su Mingjing carefully.No matter from which angle, Su Mingjing and Shen Ruge are not alike, they only have a pair of eyes, they are exactly the same.

"Mozun often talks about you." Jiang Xingyun suddenly understood Suzhou strangely, sighed and stroked his sword.

Jiang Xingyun's understatement almost caused a storm in Suzhou's heart.

"Demon Lord?"

"That's right, you shouldn't know." Jiang Xingyun said something to the resentment, and the resentment opened a path in the middle, "Come with me."

Suzhou and Su Mingjing looked at each other and followed.

He knew that Jiang Xingyun would not join the Demon Lord, but he also said that the Demon Lord was talking about it, obviously he often saw the Demon Lord.

They came to a cave.

"Don't touch the stone wall and the coffin." Jiang Xingyun reminded lightly.

"I know you have many questions, and I have many doubts about you too." Jiang Xingyun said, "You ask me one, and you have to answer me one."

"Do you often see Mozun?" Suzhou asked.

"There are things that suppress her here." Jiang Xingyun said, "It's these coffins. Every time she comes, she will bring a lot of messy spiritual power, trying to weaken us and wake up the people in the coffins."

"A few more times at most, and everyone in Jianmen will not be able to hold on. But recently, her visits are unusually infrequent."

"Do you know why?" Jiang Beichen didn't expect to get a reply from Suzhou when he said this, but Suzhou nodded and began to tell.

"Two hundred years ago, a plague broke out in Dongyang. The essence of the plague was that the devil condescended to return to his heart and made a curse to steal people's spiritual power. 200 years ago, Ming Jing was him," Suzhou pointed to Su Mingjing next to him, "broken The demon's curse."

"Him?" Jiang Xingyun raised an eyebrow.

"Why Jianmen?" Suzhou asked after being silent for a while.

"By chance." Jiang Xingyun was also silent for a while.

"Back then, there happened to be traitors in the righteous way. She just tried to let them sit on the sidelines, and she was ready to return home." Jiang Xingyun looked sad, "In the end, the army of demons drove straight in."

Every time the Demon Lord came and was in a bad mood, he would talk about some old things to stimulate him, and he was almost numb.

"These coffins were secretly sent here and planned to be hidden here. The dead Jianmen people just happened to be the nourishment for the monsters in the coffins."

"Probably no one would have thought that such a thing would be hidden in an exterminated and burned sect's homeland."

"Man is not as good as heaven." Jiang Xingyun suddenly laughed, and he smiled, tears streaming down his eyes, "The resentment of the coffin merged with the people of Jianmen who were imprisoned by blood. She wanted to use it As the nourishment of the coffin, the people of Jianmen have finally become the last line of defense to imprison the coffin."

The author has something to say:

It's almost over.

Happy new year everyone!

I have considered whether to continue writing other ideas after finishing this book.I was very hesitant, so I hesitated and went to our traditional culture teacher for divination (laughing and crying).Finally decided to continue writing.