After the rebirth, the master was forced to collapse

The expression on Rong Yu's face was frozen in shock, the space faded quickly, making Jiang Mu's red dress the only bright color in the picture.

Ever since he wondered if this was his memory, he has been thinking about the flaws of this illusion.

The people he came into contact with inside were all familiar to him, and everyone behaved normally, except for Rong Yu.

But this is just speculation, it wasn't until Rong Yu "accidentally" said the sentence "I feel you have changed" just now that he really realized something was wrong.

The purpose of this illusion seems to be to mess with his mentality.

Even the encounter with the thirteenth girl seemed to be for "Rong Yu" to say these words.

Countless people said this when he let go of his pampering and insisted on turning himself into a "Qingshui Taoist", and every time he heard them say that, he basically just smiled and let it go.

No one knew that these words left a deep mark in his heart.

He was also a young man who "riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red-sleeve moves", full of vigor, famous in the world for his sword in red, how can he let go of his original pride so easily, and honestly carry those things that are enough to bend him? burden.

But later, his master became disgraced.

Both of his blood relatives died when he was young, and the old man discovered his talent, so he simply brought him back to the Rin Sword Sect to raise him who was still young and didn't remember much.

His peers in the sect were all older than him, and he was the one who was truly pampered by the sect to grow up. If the sect hadn't supported him, he wouldn't have had the unrestrained and unrestrained sword in red at the beginning.

Although he usually called him "Master" like an old man, he really regarded him as his only relative.

Until the old man left.

When he saw the old man's body, he seemed to really understand the meaning of death: this man is lying in front of you, but he will no longer breathe, and his white beard will no longer be shaken by his anger, even the Shuang Zong puffed up and stared at him, and his eyes would not open again.

The old man left because of the demons. He upheld his morality and protected the common people to die calmly. At that time, Rinjian's strength was severely damaged, and there were basically few of the older generation left. The burden fell to Jiang Mu's generation. body.

Since then, there has been no red-clothed sword in the world of comprehension, only Jiang Mu, the leader of the peak of the sword.

The surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, Jiang Mu collected his thoughts, and after seeing clearly the environment he was in, he was slightly taken aback, and slowly frowned.

The illusion has not been broken yet?

He seems to be on a certain battlefield now, and the people around him are all exhausted and injured a lot, all kinds of magic weapons are flying in mid-air, emitting colorful lights.

This is still fighting against the demons.

Jiang Mu squinted his eyes, always feeling that this scene was inexplicably familiar. He just wanted to find someone to ask about the situation, but when he reached out to pat the shoulder of the person next to him, he passed through his shoulder.

Jiang Mu: "...?"

Hell?

But he didn't have time to think about it, the next moment, his whole body froze.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky not far away.

"Master——!"

Wen Xie, who still had a youthful figure, desperately wanted to rush in the direction where the spiritual energy dissipated, but before he could take a few steps, he was forcibly held down by his elder brother, the suzerain.

The young man wept blood, his black hair fell apart in the struggle, he didn't know whether it was tears or blood on his face, but he didn't care about it at all, he wanted to rush forward like crazy.

Even from such a distance, he could feel the despair in the young man.

Now, Jiang Mu knew why this scene was so familiar.

This is the scene where he sacrificed his body to the sword in Hopeless Valley a hundred years ago, and died together with the former Demon Lord.

Jiang Mu didn't look at the side where Wen Xie went crazy, he knew it without looking.

At that time, he could feel his spirit dissipating quickly. At the beginning, it was painful. It felt like his body had been split open and cut into small pieces. The pain made him burst into tears.

At that time, he was still thinking, fortunately no one could see it, otherwise his avatar would have collapsed, and then it seemed that his body pain had been numb, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

His consciousness was fuzzy, and he seemed to hear two voices from the little apprentice in the middle. He didn't expect that the scene at that time turned out to be like this.

Looking at Wen Xie's look of despair, he knew that his spirit had almost disappeared by this time.

Jiang Mu sighed silently, but turned his eyes to see that kid took advantage of Nan Fuzi's loss of consciousness, rushed out desperately, and snatched his body back against the pressure of the demons.

It turned out that this is how his body was brought back.

Jiang Mu didn't have time to think about it, and the surrounding scene changed again. Taking advantage of the last moment when the space faded, Jiang Mu raised his eyes again and took a last look at Wen Xie.

He subconsciously pursed his lips.

He just met the boy's eyes.

It can't be said that they were staring at each other, Wen Xie's gaze was obviously empty, his eyes just met this side accidentally, and he shouldn't have seen anything, but Jiang Mu took a look at the emotion in his eyes. clear.

In it, it is clear and clear, and everything is written in a daze.

It's like a child who doesn't understand why the things he likes are suddenly gone, so he can only hold the only thing he can hold in his arms in a daze and powerlessly.

Jiang Mu was so speechless.

This is his best-loved apprentice.

This is the child he brought up with his own hands.

Ever since he was a child, has he ever shown such an expression?

As soon as Jiang Mu was dazed, he found that he was not far from the gate of the small courtyard on Sanchi Peak.

The peach blossoms here are still in full bloom, but there is a faint hint of desolation. Jiang Mu looked along the bluestone road, and all he saw was the white elegiac couplet hanging at the gate of the yard.

Oh, it's his funeral.

Not to mention, it's weird how you think about attending your own funeral.

Jiang Mu clicked his tongue, and the sadness that had arisen in his heart just now dissipated a bit, and he began to think carefully about this illusion.

It stands to reason that the illusion he encountered before has been broken, no matter how strong the illusion is, it is impossible to pull his Mahayana spirit into the next one in such a short period of time.

...Could it be that this is not his illusion?

Not to mention, it's really possible. If this is an illusion aimed at him, how could he be so invisible to others?

So, this is for Wen Xie?

Jiang Mu's mood was a little more complicated.

It can be seen from his previous illusion that this thing grabs people's most painful places, and Wen Xie's most painful experience was witnessing his death that year.

He didn't think about it any more, and stepped into the yard, but unexpectedly, there was no one who came to express condolences in the yard.

Jiang Mu froze for a moment, then continued to walk into his bedroom.

Sure enough, his dead body was lying on the bed in the bedroom. "He" was dressed neatly, and even his hair was neatly scattered behind his head. There was only one difference from what Jiang Mu saw a hundred years later, and that was "him" It was still the bed lying under him, not his senior sister's lump of thousand-year-old black ice.

Not including Jiang Mu, there were two people in the room - Wen Xie and Gu Chuuxue.

Both of them were dressed in plain white, Gu Chuuxue stood by the bed, looked at Wen Xie with worried eyes, as if she wanted to persuade him but didn't know where to start, she was obviously a person of this cultivation level, and her body shape It wouldn't change easily, but she seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her eyes were red as if she had just cried, and her face was pale.

Compared with her, Wen Xie, who was sitting by the bed, had a much more normal expression.

Jiang Mu's eyes fell on him, and the next moment, he slapped his face.

This kid is normal ass!

——I saw him calmly holding "Jiang Mu"'s hand with one hand, and picking up the wick of the long-burning lamp with the other hand from time to time, as if he didn't feel that the corpse lying next to him was at all!

Jiang Mu: "...!"

This little pervert!

Gu Chuixue was silent for a while, then said softly: "Xiao Xie, your suzerain master and junior master are entertaining guests at the front mountain, you..."

She stopped talking.

Jiang Mu knew why she didn't say anything.

The little brat didn't even raise his eyes, and he didn't seem to listen to his fancy words at all.

He felt uncomfortable, and so did Gu Chuuxue. Tears slowly filled her eyes again. She choked up and forced herself to continue: "Xiao Xie, you have been sitting here for three days. Be obedient, go first." Take a break, your master has already—"

"Master," Wen Xie coolly interrupted her as if he didn't want to hear her words, "Stop talking, it will wake up Master."

Gu Chuuxue broke his defense, cried aloud, covered his mouth and ran out.

A trace of daze appeared in Wen Xie's dark eyes in the room, but he regained his composure the next moment.

As if he was really afraid of disturbing the "sleeping" master, he carefully put the "master"'s cold hands back under the quilt.

After half a breath, he glanced at the door calmly, his ears turned red, and he slowly bent down, touching the forehead of "Jiang Mu" with his lips.

Like a satisfied child, he straightened up quickly after doing bad things, and picked the wick of the long-burning lamp as if nothing had happened, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Jiang Mu felt as if his heart had been punched violently, it was stuffy and painful.

Wen Xie lost his parents since he was a child, and has always regarded him as his only relative, not to mention that he... has secretly admired him for a long time.

Suddenly one day he was gone, how painful and painful he must be.

The scene changed again, this time it was still in his bedroom, but this time there were a lot more people, it seemed that he was about to be buried.

Wen Xie stood in front of his corpse holding on to the Fuchen sword, looking at the group of people with a blank expression on his face, and the Dian Cang sword made a "buzzing buzzing" sound, floating in mid-air, as if not letting anyone touch him corpse.

Nan Fuzi also had a tired face, but he still persuaded him in embarrassment: "Xiao Xie, I know that you grew up with your master and you couldn't bear him, but now that the first seven days have passed, your master should also be buried."