After reconciliation with Jianzun

The gongs, drums and suonas were ringing non-stop, and people he had never seen before gathered together, congratulating each other for this long-awaited wedding with joy on their faces, even the smell of firecrackers was so real.

If he had any doubts about Sheng Jian, he might not be able to find out.

The tingling pain was still conveying in his mouth, he frowned and called out the saber, his hand sank, it turned out to be Liuxian.

Seeing "Sheng Jian" getting closer and closer to him, he turned his wrist and injected spiritual energy into Liu Xian without hesitation.

The words "Jian" and "Li" on both sides of the sword glowed with a cold light, which spread to the tip of the sword in an instant, and then spread to the ground from the tip of the sword, and the bright yellow Qingbo rushed towards the surroundings with the momentum of thunder.

After the loud noise, the main hall was turned upside down, the tables, chairs and benches were thrown to the ground, and the big red happy character in the middle of the wall was also broken into two halves, which slammed the "Shengjian" and "Master of Liuluomen" who had just been swung past. Qi Qi was pressed to the ground, wailing everywhere for a while.

Amidst the smoke and dust, someone came from the entrance of the hall against the light.

Ye Zhili looked up.

The man was dressed in a moon-white dress, embroidered with golden patterns of auspicious clouds, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a faint imprint on his forehead, as if he had just returned from the battlefield, and his body was full of a strong smell of blood.

It turned out to be another "Shengjian".

When he raised his hand, there was a wave of sword energy, "Sheng Jian" didn't move, he let the sword energy pass through his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sheng Jian" ignored him, just looked at him with complicated eyes, and asked, "Do you hate me?"

Ye Zhili, who has always been good-tempered, finally felt a little angry, and said coldly: "Where is the monster, show your real body quickly."

A chuckle resounded in the hall, and all other people and objects, including the billowing smoke, were all frozen.

Ye Zhili held the sword in front of his chest, watching the front vigilantly.

"Sheng Jian" was surrounded by a black air, and gradually turned into a man in black wearing a cloak and a mask.

The mask has no eyes, no mouth, no nose, it looks like a mass of white sludge with uneven thickness, with a butterfly drawn in the center with a Chinese ink pen, spreading its wings as the sludge shakes.

Ye Zhili said in a deep voice, "It turned out to be a succubus."

The Dream Demon laughed again, and praised casually: "As expected of Yuanheng Sword Master's former Taoist partner, you are quite knowledgeable."

Ye Zhili: "You trapped me here because of Sheng Jian?"

The Dream Demon shook his head, took two steps to the side, and obediently returned a stool that was leaning in mid-air, allowing the Dream Demon to sit firmly on it.

The Dream Demon said: "I am for you."

Ye Zhili: "For me?"

The Dream Demon clapped his hands, and a black shadow of the same shape flew out from the butterfly on the mask, and landed on its palm: "That's right. Liaison Envoy, do you hate Sword Master Yuanheng?

"You have been married for decades, and no one in the outside world knows about your relationship. The whole Liuluomen embarrass you everywhere, and even frame you! But Jianzun never cares about it. He pays half of your sacrifices and compromises. Can't see it!

"You even died because of him, and he, after your death, became closer to the Liuluomen, and even almost married his junior sister to become the head of the Liuluomen!

"As for you, it was so easy to get a glimpse of the secrets and know how to practice Taoism, and you were once reduced to an outer disciple of the Immortal League, and you were dispatched to the most difficult and dangerous Xuanjian Pavilion.

"Don't you hate it?"

Liuxian's rays of light circulated, dutifully circled an open space for Ye Zhili, and strangled all the black mist that tried to squeeze in.

He looked down at the lettering on the sword, not only did not waver, but seemed to think of something interesting, his expression was extremely gentle.

So after his death, did Sheng Jian almost marry his younger junior sister and become the head of the Liuluo Sect?

Not bad.

It's just that I don't know what's wrong with it.

After a long while, he shook his head, and said to the Dream Demon in a calm tone: "You have found the wrong person, I don't hate Sheng Jian."

He never hated Shengma.

Hate is a strong emotion, like a flaming fire, the firewood crackling, splashing out with sparks from time to time, scorching one's stomach.

Sheng Jian never betrayed him, never framed him.

Sheng Jian only chose the former among his sect, his friend and him.

His heart was not a mass of flames, but a field of ashes after being extinguished by cold water, only white smoke rising upwards, making people want to cry.

The two of them had no enmity, but because of this, they were like a log soaked in water, which would never ignite again.

The white smoke will also dissipate quickly, and eventually there will be nothing left.

Ye Zhili looked at the Dream Demon calmly, and said, "Is there anything else?"

The Dream Demon sensed his state of mind, knowing that what he said was not a lie, and that he could not succeed, but he was not angry either.

After looking at Ye Zhili again, the Dream Demon said quietly, "Yes...do you know why you were able to be reborn?"

Ye Zhili held Liu Xian's hand tightly.

Dream monsters can invade people's dreams. Today, he dreamed about old things, which gave the dream monster an opportunity. It is normal for the other party to know his true identity.

But the Dream Demon said, did he know the reason for his rebirth?

He stabilized his mind and looked at the butterfly on the dream monster's mask from a distance: "Why?"

The Dream Demon laughed loudly, and the butterfly's wings flapped faster and faster, and the mud on the mask fell to the ground with a rustle.

"You are reborn..."

Seeing that the Dream Demon was about to tell the truth, the hall suddenly collapsed from the dome, and many cracks appeared on the ground, stretching towards his feet from far and near.

He soared into the air with his sword, constantly dodging the gravel falling from the sky.

Above the ground, all the red scenes gradually blurred, and the figure of the succubus gradually distorted into a thin black line, and finally dissipated in the air.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and he had to block his eyes with one hand.

When the white light swallowed him, he finally returned to the guest room in Pingze Town.

The lingering smell of blood finally dissipated, replaced by a soothing sandalwood fragrance.

The person who appeared three times in the dream was standing at the head of his bed, the faint candlelight swayed in the wind, outlining the sculptural side face, and a faint shadow emerged from the imprint on his forehead, obviously he had just used his spiritual power.

Ye Zhili finally saw waves in those eyes.

He shook his still somewhat drowsy head, propped up the bed and sat up: "Why is Sword Master here?"

Sheng Jian went to bring him a cup of tea: "I sensed a demonic aura, come and have a look."

Ye Zhili was indeed a little thirsty, and after thanking him, he drank half a cup in one go, and then explained: "I met a succubus."

Since Sheng Jian was able to pull Ye Zhili out, he naturally knew what monster was at work: "Why did it seek you?"

Ye Zhili was also confused.

The Dream Demon kept asking him if he hated Sheng Jian, and later he talked about his rebirth, but before he could finish his answer, he woke Sheng Jian up.

What the hell is the succubus here for?

He was not sure: "It seems to be to sow discord? But I have been in Xuanjian Pavilion for so many days, why is this succubus coming at this time?"

Sheng Jian's gaze followed a drop of sweat near Ye Zhili's temple, and turned to his slightly tense chin.

Still so skinny.

"They cannot enter Xuanjian Pavilion."

Ye Zhili rubbed his forehead, he was lying in his clothes, got out of bed and went to the table to pour himself another cup of tea.

He was afraid that he hadn't woken up yet, with so many masters sitting in the Xuanjian Pavilion, and with the help of the mountain guard formation, the succubus couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After the brief conversation, the two fell silent.

The guest room in the inn is very spacious, but the furniture is pitiful, a bed, a table, a cabinet, nothing else.

The wind blew into the house through the window that was opened at an unknown time, blowing the candle flames to and fro, and the shadows of the two on the wall were sitting and standing, showing an imperceptible ambiguity.

Ye Zhili looked at Sheng Jian from the corner of his eye, but he saw that the other party was also looking at him.

He said: "Thank you Sword Master for your help."

Shengma: "Nothing."

The two fell silent again.

For the first time, Ye Zhili felt that it was quite difficult to chat with Sheng Jian.

It was still dark outside, there was no sign of light at all, and he was fine, the two of them couldn't just stare here all night.

"Jianzun, the night is still long, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, a shout suddenly sounded from the street.

"stop!"

The voice was neither far nor near, but it came from Xu Song who both of them were familiar with.

Ye Zhili and Shengjian looked at each other and rushed to the street together.

At the same time, Yao Wu, who lives next door, also jumped out, and the three rushed towards Xu Song together.

The town is not big, and the three of them were fast, and they followed Xu Song in the blink of an eye.

Surprised and delighted, Xu Song pointed to the front and said, "Monster!"

Ye Zhili looked intently, and saw a commoner-sized man in civilian clothes, carrying a big sack on his back, stepping on black air under his feet, fleeing desperately without looking back.

The four of them chased closer and closer, and the monster was finally blocked by a sword energy from someone. It turned into the alley, and because it dodged too quickly, it hit its head on the wall, and the sack rolled to the ground. It was a dead man whose body was separated.

Xu Song glanced at the sack, rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward: "I was too full to go out for a walk, and I saw this kid sneaking around with a sack on his back, he really is a monster!"

Ye Zhili glanced at Xu Song who was drawing his sword backhand, and didn't know whether he should boast or not.

Leave the matter of the demon to Xu Song, he cares more about the people in the sack.

The man was quite close to him, only two steps away. He was dressed like a monk, but he seemed to have seen this face before.

Yao Wu was still shaking his fan, staring at the monster without blinking, and reminded him: "Catch those alive, I'll take them back and study them."

Just as Xu Song was about to agree, a little fire suddenly appeared at the corner next to the monster.

The shy girl I saw in the restaurant held a candlestick and came out sleepily. She was still wearing the daytime dress, and her face was full of bewilderment.

The demon was also someone they had seen during the day, it looked ordinary, and it was forgotten in the crowd. It turned over and stood behind the girl, its sharp claws pierced the palm of the human, and it fell to the ground mixed with muddy liquid. The breath of the demon finally emanated from it.

"Don't come here! Come here again and I'll kill her!"

The useless candlestick fell to the ground. Fortunately, the monk had good eyes and ears, so he could see clearly in this environment.

The girl grabbed the arm around her neck with both hands, and couldn't shake it even half of it, so she could only turn her eyes for help to Sheng Jian, and silently sent out hope and worship.