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

Fang Xingjian's past life has become a little hazy in his memory.

But he will not forget this place, a place he is very familiar with.

There are mountains and waters, abundant aura, and a well-behaved apprentice called Chiyu.

This is also his burial place.

Fang Xingjian held the sword in his right hand, and held Chiyu tightly in his arms with his left hand.His eyes fixed on Bai Xinghua's direction, and it wasn't until he showed a determined expression on his face that Fang Xingjian realized that he was probably the only one who wanted to fight without restraint.

But Bai Xinghua just wanted to win.

After being stunned for a moment, Fang Xingjian raised his hand and pulled out the hidden arrow on his chest, his thin red lips curled up slightly, and he hummed a light smile.

Little bastard really did his calculations correctly, the little black snake was his fate, and right now, this calamity is beyond his reach.

He casually threw the arrow aside, the child in his arms still straightened his back in a daze, not knowing what happened, if he hadn't reacted quickly, the poisonous arrow would have landed on Chiyu's body.

Fang Xingjian didn't fight any more, and after swiping his sword heavily, the strong swordsman exposed his back to the enemy's eyes for the first time, and had to flee the battlefield for the sake of the child in his arms.

I don't know how many wounds he got behind, but fortunately he escaped.

The two arrived in a quiet forest, only the rustling wind and chirping birds could be heard in their ears, it was as beautiful as a spring outing.

As soon as Fang Xingjian hit the ground, he fell to the ground, the bamboo green clothes were already wet with blood, and all the seven orifices were bloodstained.

Chiyu fell on the ground and rolled twice, then hurriedly got up again, her small face was covered with tears, she almost crawled up to Fang Xingjian with hands and feet, wanting to lift him up but afraid of worsening his injury, her hands trembled in the air I don't know what to do.

Fang Xingjian smiled comfortingly, propped himself up, and sat unsteadily under a big tree.

Bi Haichao Shengjian hummed softly, as if crying in grief.

Chiyu chased after him, knelt on the ground, and stammered nervously: "Master, Master, what are you doing, what should I do? I'll call Wangguixi here! He must have a way to cure you!!"

Fang Xingjian knew his body, no matter whether Wangguixi came or not, it was already too late.

He raised his hand with difficulty, tapped the child's forehead lightly, and teased as always: "At this moment you think of Wangguixi, don't you always call him a little bastard?"

Chiyu's face turned pale with fright. Seeing that Fang Xingjian was still talking and laughing, she felt relieved a little, but grabbed his hand firmly to prevent him from leaving, and still cried: "Then I won't call him bastard again, Master, do you want to let him go?" Don't take any elixir, I still have a lot in my storage bag..."

Bai Xinghua made a big move for his life, Fang Xingjian just shook his head.

He already felt the anger leaking from the wound, and it would not last for a moment at most.

Fang Xingjian said: "Why did you come here?"

Chiyu lowered his eyes, tears fell into the mud in big drops and hit the dead leaves, making a crisp sound.

"Yes, someone told me that I was afraid that Master would be hurt, so I rushed here. I didn't expect me, I was not good at learning, and I hurt Master..."

Just as Fang Xingjian thought, such a move could only be Bai Xinghua's conspiracy.

It is very simple.

But it was also very difficult, he didn't expect Bai Xinghua to know him and Chiyu so well, knowing that he would come to save him, and he would save him too.

He just shook his head and rubbed the kid's head.

"Master should protect the disciples, don't blame yourself for it."

However, before he finished speaking, Fang Xingjian spat out another mouthful of blood, and with just one glance, he saw the pieces of internal organs in the puddle of blood.

The deadline is approaching...

Fang Xingjian's smile on Fang Xingfeng's face deepened, and his eyes reflected the sunset glow in the sky, like the twinkling lights on the dress of a concubine or fairy.

Chiyu froze in place, feeling the gentle caress on her hair.

Fang Xingjian handed Bi Haichao Shengjian out, and comforted him: "Chiyu, do me a favor."

Chiyu quickly regained his senses, wiped away the tears on his face, and nodded his head like a rattle: "What does Master want me to do!"

"Help me keep him until I come back."

Chiyu's heart skipped a beat, his golden pupils stood in a line, and tremblingly said: "Master, where are you going, Master? Don't leave me behind."

"Don't leave Chidama behind!!"

Fang Xingjian smiled lightly, brushing the tears on his face with his icy white fingertips.

"There will be some pain in the future, you have to bear with it."

"Wait for my return, Akadama."

Chiyu looked at Fang Xingjian in disbelief, and the fingertips in his hands turned his back on him, pressing down on his spirit veins.

In an instant, overwhelming chaos energy was poured into Chiyu's body!

Injecting such a profound cultivation base into a mortal body can only reshape Chiyu's penis, cutting marrow and washing scriptures, and the sound of bone and muscle bursting and rebirth is heard in the ears.

The red light outlined the meridians under his skin, Chiyu gritted his teeth fiercely, and almost lost consciousness from the pain, only mumbled the word "Master" in his mouth.

Fang Xingjian's fingers gradually lost their temperature.

Chiyu couldn't help holding him tightly, trying to keep the person who was about to disappear.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up dripping with sweat.

He opened his eyes, and saw countless dead leaves revived around him, turning from yellow to green, and the scattered leaves seemed to dance wildly in the air, celebrating the new life.

It's like a painting full of spring.

Only the autumn wind was still cool to the bone, blowing away the vitality in front of him, revealing Fang Xingjian in front of him.

He was leaning against the big tree with a smile on his face, his beautiful eyes were gently closed, and two funny marks were drawn on his face with bloodstains.

As if still alive.

Chiyu stared wide-eyed, looking at Fang Xingjian in disbelief. At that moment, there was nothing in his mind, only a strong humming sound, covering the whole world, which lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

The whole world is playing with him, the master is just asleep, as long as he wakes up, the master will get up and take him back.

Until his eyes fell on his hands.

Chiyu was still holding Fang Xingjian's hand, but he lost his mind and exerted too much force. His icy white and slender fingers were already purple-red, and the five fingers were pinched in different directions, standing weirdly vertical.

Chiyu withdrew her hand as if it was scorched by fire, and Jin pupil shrank like a grain of wheat, staring at her fingers tremblingly.

Regret, pain, panic, helplessness, fear, thousands of emotions almost dragged him into hell, Chiyu's lips began to tremble, and he wanted to straighten his knuckles, only to find that Fang Xingjian was already stiff.

Even half a step away from the great power that was about to ascend, he lost all his cultivation, and in the end he only had a mortal body.

He carefully held Fang Xingjian's hand, his lips trembled, and big teardrops hit the ground from his eye sockets, causing small puddles on the ground.

"Yes, I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry..."

"sorry Sorry sorry......"

"Master, don't go to sleep, get up and take me back, okay? Little bastard must be scolding me secretly, shall we go back?"

He kept touching the purple fingertips with his lips, trying to transfer the heat to him and warm him up, "Master, is it cold? Can I hug you? It won't be cold if I hug you."

The power of chaos was introduced into his body, and Chiyu couldn't control it freely. He just wanted to rub his fingertips lightly, but broke off the green onion-like pale fingers.

The knuckles fluttered down to the dead branches and leaves.

Make a rattling sound.

The fingertips that would gently caress him, the fingertips that would be stained with a beautiful thin red, the fingertips that would lightly scratch his forehead——

The flesh and blood were separated, and he broke off the corpse.

In an instant, Chiyu's whole body trembled crazily. He slammed his head to the ground, splashing black mud and dead leaves, and let out a sharp and mad roar from his throat, like the wailing of a stray wild animal.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Birds chirped in the deep forest and flew all over the sky with a rustling sound.

****

Bai Xinghua finally killed his old enemy, but he was not happy for a long time. Decades later, the Bihai Chaosheng Sword he hated so much appeared before his eyes again.

At this time, he had already been stabbed in the opposite direction.

The corner of Bai Xinghua's mouth was still bloody, and he looked straight at the man opposite him, who was dressed in black, as if he was wearing mourning.

"who are you?"

Chiyu took off the hood, a handsome face was exposed to the light, he didn't say a word, he just stepped forward and grabbed Bai Xinghua's neck, the blood vessels in his palm were still beating, it was a good time to absorb spiritual energy.

Bai Xinghua's eyes trembled, as if his soul was about to be pulled out. At this moment, he found the memory of this person in his mind.

"You, uh... are you Fang Xingjian's apprentice?"

As soon as Fang Xingjian uttered the three words, Bai Xinghua's neck was instantly bound even tighter, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Bai Xinghua didn't care, he was born from the chaos of heaven and earth, and whether he breathed or not didn't matter to him.

It's just that the voice became even weirder, as if the ghosts of the region came back for revenge: "Hahahahaha——"

"It turned out to be you, a traitor."

Bai Xinghua smiled ferociously, and mocked: "You are so stupid, even a mere Jindanqi child dares to enter the battlefield - but I can't kill him without you, hahahaha, I have to thank you very much!"

"It's enough for me to live a few decades longer than him. Fang Xingjian, how do you feel about being dragged down to death by the fool you taught yourself?"

"Ahhh-"

The screams stopped abruptly, and Bai Xinghua turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.

A hint of sinisterness flashed in Chiyu's eyes, and he was thrown out like a rag.

He quietly looked at the corpse on the ground, and after a while, the mummy turned into a pile of sand.

Chiyu glanced at it as if it was a shoe, and the sand pile glowed faintly, burning into black smoke.

The chaotic energy in his body kept hitting his dantian spirit veins, but he didn't even utter a muffled groan, he just walked outside step by step.

There was a soft sound between his lips and teeth, it was obviously a hoarse voice, but he could hear the sadness of the cuckoo crying blood.

His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "Master, I have avenged you, can I go to you now?"

"I miss you so much."

The Bihai Chaosheng sword on the waist was shining, as if in Master's gentle rejection.

There was endless despair in Chiyu's dark eyes.

"Yeah, I haven't waited for you to come back, I have to wait..."

He put on his hood as he walked, and under the shadow of the black robe, a drop of water fell on the ground.

"Master, how long do we have to wait?"

****

Tingming has been with Chiyu for many years, and the time is so long that he can't count it. His master has already encountered the eighth thunder disaster, but he stubbornly refuses to ascend.

"Is there any nostalgia here? Why don't you want to go?"

Chiyu was lying on the hillside, holding a piece of foxtail in his mouth, not taking the thunder calamity in front of him seriously at all, just quietly watching the lightning and thunder in the sky.

Chiyu said, "I'm waiting for someone."

Ting Ming knew that the master had always had someone he cared about very much, so he rejected countless invitations from the immortal sect, but he didn't know his name, nor where he was now.

"Why don't you go to him?"

Chiyu pulled down the hood, covering his eyebrows and eyes, only showing his tall nose and lips.

"He won't let me go to him."

"He's hating me."

Ting Ming was taken aback, he really didn't understand that such a perfect person as his master, for the sake of others to delay the chance of ascension, Lei Jie was stronger every time, he might be wiped out at any time, and would he be resented in the end?

But he didn't say much, he just took a few steps back to avoid the attack range of Tianlei.

Chiyu held the thunder again, but did not soar.

His black robe had already been smashed into pieces, and he was replaced with another same one, with pure chaos still exuding from his body.

Ting Ming withdrew his eyes from looking at the sky, and said worriedly: "Master, even if you come a few more times, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the thunder."

"Even if you are reluctant to part with it at that time, you will have to ascend and leave the human world."

Chiyu pulled the hood and looked at the crowd dangling at the foot of the mountain with long eyes. How could those humans who are so weak that they would be injured by a gust of wind still live so easily?Don't talk about protecting the people around them, they can't even protect themselves well, how can they protect their lover?

How can the weak protect their lover?

A sardonic smile formed on the corner of Akadama's mouth.

With a low voice, he replied: "It's okay, I will always have a way to stay. I made an appointment with him, and I will definitely wait for him, and wait until he comes back to get the sword."

"Wait until he comes back."

I will call him Master again.

****

Ting Ming lived for many years, but he never knew that people could be so strong.

The master has survived No. 13 thunder disasters, and he dare not persuade him again. In his opinion, the master is no longer the person who can control and restrain everything in the world.

But at this moment, the master has lost most of his cultivation.

Tingming is a monster bathed in aura and grows, and it feels more majestic aura when he is beside his master, but he couldn't even find a single aura of aura continuously emanating from Chiyu's body.

That is, that is the power that runs counter to the aura, it is stronger than the aura, but it is pitch black, it is simply the dirtiest thing in the world.

It condenses the deepest desire and power, seems to be able to confuse people's hearts, outlines the most despicable desires in the heart, and makes people never tire of it.

This is the purest magic energy in the world.

Ting Ming was surrounded by black energy, and he didn't dare to move. It wasn't until his master exhausted most of his cultivation and sealed the junction between spiritual energy and demonic energy, that he drove him to the side of spiritual energy and dived into the black energy alone. .

Ting Ming frightened out of the original form and coiled into a ball. He knew that the black air that the master went to would become a real purgatory on earth.

Or, it's called Demon Realm.

Even with the magic circle engraved by the master separated, he could still hear the wailing of humans and monsters from the Demon Realm, the wailing of the whole land.

****

Fang Xingjian broke away from the force holding his wrist, but now Wen Ziyi can easily break it without any extra effort from him.

Wen Ziyi has become a mortal through and through.

Bai Xinghua's cultivation base and soul body, and Fang Xingjian's previous cultivation base, could not be found in this empty skin.

His right arm had already been cut off by himself and turned into a mortal body, perhaps it would take only a moment for him to die.

Fang Xingjian's straight eyelashes trembled a little.

Wen Ziyi was betting that wasting his life, betting that he would soften his heart.

A ray of rain fell from the dark clouds, followed by a torrential downpour, which caused the demon cultivator's stumps to be placed randomly, like a purgatory scene.

Fang Xingjian pulled out the long sword at his side, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the Bihai Chaosheng sword shone coldly.

Countless drops of rain suddenly stopped in the air, and in the vast world, only Fang Xingjian holding the sword and Wen Ziyi who was lying in the puddle behind him were left.

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, the dark clouds on the top are blown away by the wind, the afterglow of autumn shines in the puddles, Wen Ziyi's side face is reflected bright white.

The black boots stepped through countless dead branches and leaves, and stopped before the puddle.

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An unknown hill.

"Master, don't go!!"

Wen Ziyi woke up instantly, her hands were clawed in the air, and her body was covered in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water.

Even though he was in the dark, his golden pupils stood in a straight line, and he was panting quickly, as if he had just finished a battle.

"Master, Master, where is my Master?"

He raised his left hand and grasped the fabric on his chest, beads of sweat fell down his chin on the quilt.

"The master is gone, and he is gone again."

Wen Ziyi's heart was filled with haste and helplessness, when he thought of Fang Xingjian leaving him, how could he sit at ease, suddenly lifted the quilt, and stumbled out of the cabin.

The morning light is shining brightly outside, the fragrance of green grass and soil breaks into the nostrils, and the glass wind chimes under the eaves are ringing with the wind, which is full of spring.

But Wen Ziyi's eyes only reflected a tall figure.

Fang Xingjian is used to getting up early, and Wen Ziyi is now a young boy in the early stage of qi refining, so he got up and made something to eat before he started bigu.

At this moment, holding a plate in one hand, he was about to walk into the room, when he saw Wen Ziyi's expression of losing his wife, panicked, looking at him like a butterfly about to fly high.

Fang Xingjian sighed, casually put the food on the stone table aside, and looked helplessly at the people not far away.

How can a person who has lived for thousands of years look more childish than a child.

He didn't speak, just gently opened his hands, showing a hug.

The panic on Wen Ziyi's face was instantly smoothed away, and the two deep dimples were filled with surprise, he grinned so hard that his canine teeth were exposed, his golden pupils were lit up, and instantly swept away all the lifelessness.

He rushed into Fang Xingjian's arms like a large dog that had been let go of the rope, tightly wrapping around his thin waist.

His face was buried in Fang Xingjian's clothes, and his voice was muffled.

"Master, I dreamed that you disappeared again. I searched many places but couldn't find it. I was terrified."

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes, quietly stroking|stroking Wen Ziyi's messy hair, running his round and pink fingertips through his black hair, and gentle love surged like flowing water under his calm expression.

He combed Wen Ziyi's hair gently, and picked up a piece of Mu Yun yarn to help him tie it up.

"Aren't I here?"

For some reason, even though she hugged him vigorously, Wen Ziyi still felt empty in her heart, no matter how much Master's breath was stuffed into it, it couldn't fill it up.

"I know, I just don't want to leave Master for a moment."

Fang Xingjian laughed lightly, patted his head, and said angrily, "Okay, okay, how old are you, why are you acting like a baby?"

"Hurry up and eat something, and follow me to practice swords after eating."

Wen Ziyi half-knelt in front of him, heard his words, raised her head and stared at Fang Xingjian's face.

Those golden pupils became very round at this time, looking like two round grapes, revealing longing and love lightly.

The gaze moved up from Fang Xingjian's waist, and finally fell on his eyes full of tenderness. The morning light behind him made Master even warmer, and the whole person was like a soft cloud.

Wen Ziyi smiled and rolled her eyes, and said softly:

"Okay, listen to Master."

****

Under Fang Xingjian's teaching, Wen Ziyi's cultivation has been increasing day by day, and in just a few years, he has gone from refining Qi to Jindan.

However, Wen Ziyi never imagined that Master would also be drunk.

The two lived in this mountain for several years. He was afraid that Master would be idle and bored, so he brought back a lot of spirit fruits to make wine.

The spring-flavored wine was so clear that it was clear to the bottom. He tasted a few sips, and the taste was very sweet.

Although the two of them had already bigued, Fang Xingjian still took him to eat some spiritual food from time to time, which was considered to cleanse the spiritual veins.

But at this time, the sun had not yet set, and the jug of fruit wine on the table had already run out. Fang Xingjian's eyes were too hazy to focus, his cheeks were flushed, and his thin lips were glistening with water.

"Master, Master."

Wen Ziyi yelled a few times, but Fang Xingjian just sat on the spot and looked at him obediently, with straight eyes, if he ignored the blush on his face, maybe he could still bluff people and treat him as an indifferent sword master.

Wen Ziyi had no choice but to help someone into the room.

inside the room.

Fang Xingjian sat on the couch honestly, Wen Ziyi untied the sword beside him and put it aside, his eyes were blurred, and he could smell the faint aroma of sweet wine between his breaths.

Wen Ziyi half-kneeled in front of him, lowered her head, and helped him take off his shoes and socks.

Fang Xingjian was a little confused by the drunkenness, seeing Wen Ziyi's obedient hair twirling, he suddenly got angry with the idea that he was not very obedient.

In addition to the title of master and apprentice, he seemed to owe this kid another title.

He squinted his eyes, raised his hand and tore off the gold needles in his hair, his long hair like a waterfall was scattered over his shoulders, which made his slightly pink skin even more delicate.

Fang Xingjian looked at the hair whirling in front of him, and for the first time had bad thoughts.

He whispered, "Wen Ziyi."

Wen Ziyi followed the trend and raised her head, and bumped into a pair of eyes full of passion | desire.

In an instant, Jin Tong became so dark that his heart seemed to skip a beat.

He knew that Master's complexion was fairer than many beautiful female cultivators. From a distance, it looked like a piece of suet jade that fell from the fairy world.

But after drinking, he seemed to return to the world.

He frowned slightly, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, with ripples in his eyes, the tip of his nose and cheeks were covered with a slight redness, and his thin lips, which were still drunk, were shining so brightly that it was unbearable. I can't help but want to lean over and kiss Fangze.

Wen Ziyi thought so, and did the same.

When it was pasted on the master's soft lips, the faint smell of wine had already spread from the hot lips to the tip of his nose, making Wen Ziyi a little drunk.

With his golden pupils open, he had never felt such a joyful and eager feeling, as if the void in his heart had finally been filled.

Fang Xingjian had already condensed him into another arm. At this moment, this arm also tightly bound him in his arms, as if wanting to melt him into his body, hugging him tightly without a single gap. Keep.

He clumsily kissed the person in his arms, but refused to calm down, calling Fang Xingjian's name affectionately.

"Master..."

Wen Ziyi didn't dare to think too much, he didn't even dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that all this was a dream, and that he would wake up if he thought deeply.

What is his virtue and ability, the best master and best lover in the world are all by his side.

Tears glistened in the golden pupils, and the last trace of water slid down the cheeks, cold, but fell on the hot skin.

A glass of wine, drunk two people.

Fang Xingjian's eyes were blurred, and he didn't close them. He clearly felt the child's random kisses, stroked his messy hair with both hands, and responded with a soft moan from his throat.

He looked at those cautious golden pupils tenderly, filled with suppressed love|desire.

The child is his apprentice, and also the bondage of his past and present lives.

It is his lover.

[Just kiss kiss kiss kiss, neck up! !Please review to see clearly! ! 】

****

Later, the story of that day was circulated in the scriptures.

Sword Master forcibly held back the nine thunders, but gave up the chance of ascension, and took the disciple who had exhausted his cultivation to hide in the sea of ​​people.

Thousands of years later, both of them ascended to heaven, and countless mortals enshrined their idols and incense, worshiped his beliefs, and revered their feelings.

The Bihai Chaosheng Sword and the Rou Light Sword are inseparable.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo they are together! ! !

I don’t want to write about orz, if I write it in the future, I will put it in the free extra collection~

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