After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Is this Chiyu's voice?

Fang Xingjian raised his head subconsciously, and carefully looked at the face he was all too familiar with.

He always knew that Wen Ziyi was good-looking, and when he was just over fifteen years old, many younger junior sisters secretly came to give him gadgets.

He has a high nose bridge, a pair of clear dark eyes always chasing the soft light sword in his hand, and he looks like a handsome young man.

But the last time he saw Wen Ziyi, his face was full of hatred, and the soft light sword pierced through his body.

He killed himself with his own hands.

How could he be Akadama?

"Master, I miss you so much." Wen Ziyi buried her head, her breath sprayed on his neck, the strength of her embrace, the posture of burying her head, everything was exactly the same as Chiyu.

Even this softly complaining tone,

Points, cents, no, poor.

Fang Xingjian's whole body was stiff, and the long sword hung in the air without moving for a while.

Wen Ziyi was actually stiffer than him, and there was a big gap between his chest and abdomen. The pain was so painful that his hands and feet were so weak, but he would rather be hurt than hug him tightly.

It is like a handful of sand that will be blown away by the wind once loosened, and will never be found again.

He thought he would see Fang Xingjian again a year later, but he never expected that when he returned to the human world, he would never see Fang Xingjian again for 30 years.

After the heart demon merged with him, he could no longer enter the demon realm.

Gone are the long, empty nights, replaced by long nightmares.

Fang Xingjian's death in his previous life, and his death in this life.

Master's disdainful appearance, indifferent expression, eyes that regard him as air.

The dream at the end became more and more strange. Master hugged the other children affectionately, called them apprentices, married a beautiful woman, had children, and enjoyed the joy of being around his knees.

But in these dreams, there is no trace of him.

By Fang Xingjian's side, he lost Wen Ziyi's status forever.

Wen Ziyi hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and was frightened to wake up from the cold dream countless times, and could only face the cold night like water for a long time, waiting for the sun to rise.

When Fang Xingjian stabbed towards him, those eyes filled with clouds and clouds in the sky were like the morning sun that he waited for every day to rise, bright and hot, pulling him out of the cold winter, looking straight at him, As if he was the only one in the world.

Fang Xingjian only had him in his eyes.

Wen Ziyi's lips have turned white, and the blackness under his eyes is so serious that he is frightening. He murmured repeatedly:

"I miss you so much, Master, I miss you so much..."

Until the Bihai Chaosheng sword fell from the air with a slap, the deafening sound finally overwhelmed Wen Ziyi, Fang Xingjian regained consciousness in an instant, lowered his eyes dodgingly, and pushed him away forcefully.

Wen Ziyi was caught off guard and lost the heat in his arms, like a dilapidated kite, he was pushed back onto the fur-covered throne, causing him to bark his teeth in pain.

"You can't be him." He subconsciously opened the storage bag, and took out the Mu Yun Sha, which had been well preserved, with the mark left by Chiyu on it.

Fang Xingjian didn't even look at Wen Ziyi, as if he was the only one left in the hall.

Lightly tap the long white gauze with your fingertips, and a golden mark floats into the air.

It was left by Chiyu, and you can find him by following the mark.

Fang Xingjian clenched his fists so hard that he was bleeding, stretched the veins in his arms, bit his lower lip hard, and stared at the mark nervously.

With a thud.

The golden mark landed on Wen Ziyi's body.

Wen Ziyi had been looking forward to it since he took out the Muyun Sha, he never thought that Master would keep it.

Does it prove that he occupies a large part of his heart?

But until the next moment, when the mark landed on him.

The way he looked at Fang Xingjian gradually became desperate.

It was the grassland burned by the fire. The thick black smoke, endless ashes, and the hopeless fire that could spread and infect, completely burned Fang Xingjian's vitality.

There was no expression on the master's face, it wasn't the contemptuous look he dreamed about, it was complete despair, and he would never give him a look of disregard.

His morning sun went down and changed back to a vast night sky.

Wen Ziyi panicked, his golden pupils formed a straight line, and he stumbled forward.

The blood flowed down the throne and fell to Fang Xingjian's toes. He was so afraid that he trembled: "Master, Master, I was wrong, can you take a look at me?"

Fang Xingjian stretched out his left hand, retracted the long sword lying on the ground, and strode out of the hall.

How could Wen Ziyi let him go, kneeling on the ground, trying to grab the hem of his clothes, her voice became lower and lower, trembling more and more:

"Please, Master, can you take a look at me..."

"You kill me, harm me, want my life, I will give it to you."

"Don't ignore me."

But Wen Ziyi couldn't touch anything, and was stopped by the golden light from Guixijia. Fang Xingjian walked further and further, and he was about to leave the hall.

He has been lying to himself all along, Fang Xingjian loves him so much, loves Chiyu so much, he will definitely forgive him.

But he didn't expect that the worst loser in this scam would be himself.

Wen Ziyi originally thought that he had been tortured in those nightmares, and he would not be so at a loss when facing the moment when he really saw the master.

But now, the whole heart seems to have been dug away, leaving only a hideous wound, which shows that there used to be some treasures here.

Wen Ziyi knelt on the ground, tears rushed out of her eyes uncontrollably, and fell on the ground, causing small puddles.

He pursed his lips, opened his mouth cautiously and tremblingly, and called out "Brother".

Fang Xingjian paused.

Wen Ziyi was instantly ecstatic, almost got up and ran behind him, he was willing to be treated as Chiyu.

It doesn't matter, it can be treated as anyone, as long as the master is willing to look at him.

But Fang Xingjian didn't even turn around.

It's just that voice echoing in the hall like a clear spring and a stone:

"You don't deserve to call me that."

"Wen Ziyi, you and I have severed the master-student relationship. From now on, you and I will be strangers."

"No more trouble."

Fang Xingjian directly called out the long sword and flew out of the magic hall called "Green Mountain Hall".

****

He has nowhere to go.

The name "Fang Xingjian" is an enemy to the entire human world, and he doesn't want others to see his embarrassment.

Walking with the sword in his hand, the whistling wind blew his black hair out of his teeth and claws, Fang Xingjian stood with his hands on his shoulders, and moved forward aimlessly.

He never imagined that the person who saved him countless times in desperate situations and the person who pushed him into the cliff were the same person.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, he wanted to kill Wen Ziyi and then go to Chiyu, and to become a Taoist couple with him and cultivate the Dao together.

Hahaha, this is all right.

Fang Xingjian couldn't help laughing out loud, laughing at his own stupidity, at the teasing of fate, and the impermanence of the world.

"Hahahahaha-"

He laughed so hard that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and the wind blowing poured into his throat, choking him to cough endlessly.

He stopped the long sword, randomly found a deep forest that seemed uninhabited, leaned against the old tree, and closed his eyes.

For the first time, when Fang Xingjian encountered a problem, he didn't want to face it and solve it, he just wanted to escape.

In the past, he was assassinated by his relatives, betrayed and slandered by everyone, and fell in love with a man against his own morality, and he didn't stop.

But he didn't know how to deal with the situation.

The one who loves and the one who hates are the same.

He wants to take revenge on Wen Ziyi, spend his life with Wen Ziyi, and endure countless grievances between Wen Ziyi and Bai Xinghua?

Simply ridiculous.

He sat in front of the thatched hut, unguarded.

Not far away, a red-eyed spirit beast was staring at him, trying to bite Xia Xingjian's neck.

"Ow—"

This is a Xuelie wolf that has opened up its intelligence. It should have lived on the glaciers and snowy land, feeding on ferocious eagles and vultures. Its attack power is terrifying, but it shouldn't appear in this place.

"Quick, run!"

Fang Xingjian shot the sword backhand the moment the beast came running, he turned around and saw a man stopped under Xue Lie wolf's claws, if not for his quick strike, this man would have been caught to death.

Fang Xingjian drew back his sword, wiped off the blood on the wolf skin, and frowned:

"who are you?"

The man saw that he was so powerful that he didn't need to protect himself at all. He blushed a little and scratched his neck:

"I'm from the next village. Call me Maotou. I didn't expect you to be so good. I'm a white worker."

Fang Xingjian stretched out his spiritual sense and scanned, and found that this person was indeed an ordinary person without any spiritual roots.

But what is strange is that this man is obviously a man in his prime, but he lacks yang energy and his face is full of death.

Fang Xingjian frowned: "Did you suffer from some serious illness? Or have you met some monster?"

Maotou was stunned for a moment, and recalled: "The next village said that there was a demon cultivator in trouble, and there were immortals on Lingyan Mountain who came down to kill demons and demons, so I went to see if there was any place to help."

Fang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, he hadn't been in contact with ordinary people for a long time.

Ordinary people live for decades, but monks live for a hundred years. The relationship between each other gives birth to feelings, which is not a good thing for both parties.

But when it came to Moxiu, his messy emotions rose up, and he said with some temper, "How can you help?"

Maotou was not angry, and nodded: "You are also a fairy?"

"Hey, we are definitely different from you. Slaying demons and eliminating demons can't help much, but if someone is injured, I can also lend a helping hand."

Fang Xingjian was surprised, the others heard that Moxiu had already run away, Maotou was so courageous, and they didn't know whether it was his kindness or kindness.

"You thought it through."

"Yeah, after all, we are all human, so we can help."

Fang Xingjian listened to him, how could such a temperament make him look dead again?

He didn't talk too much, just tapped Maotou's eyebrows with his fingertips, and checked his condition.

Mao Tou didn't struggle, and let him move cheerfully.

This is a fairy, so the big wolf has been killed, do you need to do anything to kill him?

With his hand hanging down to his side, Fang Xingjian's expression was very strange, even a little ugly.

"Is the fairy elder from Lingyan Mountain called Bai Xinghua?"

Maotou scratched the back of his hair: "Well, how do I know the name of the fairy head, but the fairy head is indeed dressed in white, so good-looking, I almost took him for a girl."

Fang Xingjian took a deep look at him.

Mao Tou's essence was taken by someone, and he would die violently within three days.

Only a succubus can do such a thing.

The scent of chalcedony on Bai Xinghua's body, Que Shuangrong's younger brother who was thrown into the Demon Realm, the gate of the Demon Realm that can only be opened by cooperation from inside and outside, and Bai Xinghua who was called the Demon Lord in his previous life.

Maotou is a thread that wears so many beads.

Fang Xingjian knew it in his heart.

Even so many incidents of demons harming people in the past hundred years were probably caused by him.

Bai Xinghua, what a kind-hearted Danxiu who hangs the pot to help the world.

Seeing his serious expression, Maotou couldn't help becoming frightened:

"Immortal head, you, what do you mean, am I sick?"

Fang Xingjian glanced at him, did not lie: "If you meet Moxiu, you may not live long, do you regret it?"

Maotou was stunned for a while, then heaved a long sigh and said with a wry smile:

"Fortunately, it's not today. I just go back to pack up and find a good place to lie down by myself."

Fang Xingjian said: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Maotou scratched his head naively: "Naturally, it's uncomfortable, but it's just the words of the immortal elder, I know I can't be wrong."

"It's all doomed, I just have to make myself look better. I might have a good pregnancy in my next life, and I'm like the immortal elder, who can kill a wolf with one blow!"

Fang Xingjian looked at him intently, even though he was a country guy, he did not expect to find so many things on him.

It is doomed, so we can only walk better.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart, the most urgent thing is to heal the hairy head first, put the messy feelings aside first, he still has a lot of things to do.

Bai Xinghua did a good deed, why let him take the blame?

"You don't need another life. You haven't lived enough in this life. Stay away from these immortal warlocks in the future. If you want to harm you, you don't need any big moves."

Maotou's eyes widened, and his eyes instantly brightened. No one wants to live longer, and he is so lucky to be able to get advice from the immortal!

"Hey! Thank you Immortal Elder!"

****

Fang Xingjian did not expect that it would take him ten days to heal Mao Tou.

He still remembered that Axi was thrown into the Lingyan faction by himself, so he could only hurry away with his sword.

Unexpectedly, at the foot of Lingyan Mountain, where there were two or three o'clock pedestrians on the road, at this moment, many monks were crowded.

They are all dressed in various sects and sects, and their cultivation bases are not low, and they are all led by elders above the Nascent Soul Stage.

He vaguely remembered, as if he had said that there would be a meeting of the Immortal Alliance in ten days.

Fang Xingjian frowned, as soon as there were more people, he became a little upset.

I had no choice but to rely on my memory and find a secret door of the Lingyan sect who used to go in and out frequently to go up the mountain, so as not to be crowded with those people.

It wasn't until he entered the gate that he realized that there were so many people everywhere, even the square that could accommodate a thousand people was already full of spectators.

A ring was set up in the center of the square to determine the strongest rookie of the decade.

Fang Xingjian was a little irritable, and was about to use his spiritual sense to find Axi, when suddenly a child hugged his waist tightly.

"Brother Fang, why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Fang Xingjian smiled subconsciously, and rubbed Axi's head with his hand, "Something happened, so I just came to take you away."

A Xi shook his head uncharacteristically:

"Brother Fang, look how interesting this is. Let's see if it's okay. I've troubled Li Binbai for so long, so I should say thank you before leaving."

Fang Xingjian didn't expect this, and nodded following his words, thinking about going to see Que Shuangrong's situation later.

Axi led him through the crowd, and finally landed on a seat, his soft smiling face looked very easy to pinch.

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian just squeezed it.

A Xi froze for a moment, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, so fast that Fang Xingjian thought it was an illusion.

But he acted as if nothing had happened, still smiling with a small face, red pupils as before, and said with a good temper: "Brother Fang, sit down first, I'll bring you some water and a fruit plate! "

The child moved very quickly, and disappeared into the crowd in two strokes.

Until Fang Xingjian was brought into the ring by the people around him, Axi still hadn't come back.

Fang Xingjian saw a senior brother whom he hadn't seen in a hundred years standing opposite him, and an immortal outside the ring transmitted a voice to everyone present:

"This is the first competition of the day. The head of Lingyan Mountain, Yuchao Immortal, is facing Sanxian Sword Cultivator."

Yu Chao on the opposite side smiled slightly, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, and waved politely to him:

"Don't worry, this immortal, click as far as it goes, and it won't hurt your life."

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