The teacher is a fish

"It's not good, let's go, Xiao Yu violently murdered!" Amidst the exclamation, everyone fled with their swords.

But there are still some people who insist: "We have many people and others are few, no matter how powerful we are, we are not superhuman, what are we afraid of him doing!"

Someone replied: "Although that is the case, if you confront him head-on at this time, the casualties will be extremely heavy. It is better to go back first, discuss a good way to be sure, and then fight him."

When everyone heard this statement, they all agreed, and in the confusion, they said: "Look! Li Yuanbo has escaped!"

"This Li Yuanbo, that's all, let him go. Anyway, Xiao Yu will definitely not let him go. It's better for us to go first."

Having said that, there are still many people who died at the hands of Xiao Yu.

In the midst of the storm, bloodshot eyes appeared in Xiao Yu's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Immortal sect is the right way, and the gates protect each other, haha... In terms of black and white, good and evil? I'm afraid you can't tell, why bother to come here?" Be a clown!"

One person raised his sword to block his blow: "Even if we can't tell, it's not up to you, the devil, to talk about things."

Xiao Yu smiled arrogantly: "I am a devil? Yes, I am indeed a devil!" His laughter was high in the wind: "So, I want to tell you something."

The man's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously said, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Yu said: "As long as I have breath, anyone who hurts my relatives or friends will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of evil spirits in the billowing mortal world!

It seems that for a while, there was heavy rain and thunder; thousands of mountains and rivers, nine days high, were not as domineering and majestic as these words.

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A few months later, Xiao Yu's reputation became even more famous, and he was standing in a rivalry with Jiang Shuyin and Xie Lixin.

In the cold winter season, the crimson and coquettish red plums are in full bloom in the snow, embellishing the silver-clad world with a touch of color.

Ao Hong's flowers are as dazzling as fresh blood, clustered in clusters, very gorgeous.

In the white snow, the two stood looking at each other, a small family of Biyu, and the other handsome and handsome.

The smiling girl said: "It's only right and proper to kill people and pay for their lives."

The handsome man embraced her: "I was wrong in the end. Although I only told a lie, I actually participated in the murder."

Zhao Wenwen pulled the corner of his clothes and said softly: "Yuan Bo actually fell in love with you before you found me, but... I never had a chance to say it."

Li Yuanbo opened his eyes slightly, but quickly returned to normal.Hugging her hard again, he gently rested his chin on her hair, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "God's tricks."

A year later, the storyteller in the streets and alleys said to the crowd with relish: "Didn't we talk about the incident where the ghost king Xiao Yu fought against the righteous way last time?"

The crowd of onlookers blocked the street, and they nodded their heads in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, that's about it, sir, hurry up and continue."

The storyteller said: "Hey, that battle was fought in darkness, the sun and the moon were dark. The ghost king held a snake spear and the people who beat them were howling ghosts and wolves. He also said that there was a heavy rain that day, and the lightning and thunder hit the Kugu Mountain. They are about to fall down. However, both sides are fearless and will fight decisively."

"But don't tell me, people on the righteous way are easy to bully people. They have more than 200 people here, and they all attack the ghost king."

The crowd was apprehensive, and each of them was nervous: "What's the result?"

The storyteller flicked his sleeves, shook his head and sighed, "What do you think? No matter how powerful the ghost king is, there is only one."

The crowd asked eagerly, "So, Xiao Yu lost?"

Mr. Storyteller's eyes were deep, he pondered for a while, and then said deeply: "He didn't lose."

The crowd said: "That means winning!"

The storyteller corrected: "Neither lost nor won."

The crowd asked, "Why?"

The storyteller said: "The whole army was wiped out."

The crowd was surprised: "He died?"

The storyteller shook his head: "Zhengdao was killed by him without leaving a piece of armor, but he was driven into the abyss by Zhengdao and disappeared."

Everyone was disappointed, and a child said naively: "I heard from my parents that Xiao Yu was besieged by the righteous way because he vented his anger on a village that was massacred by the righteous way."

The storyteller touched her head: "Who knows."

The child raised his head and asked in a childish voice, "Then is he a good guy or a bad guy?"

The storyteller paused, and answered her with a kind smile: "Xiao Yu is naturally a villain. When others hurt his relatives and friends, he would kill them. There are many innocent people who died at his hands. You say, such a Can a man be a good man?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Mr. Storyteller stood up and said with a smile: "That's right, Xiao Yu is a villain, there is no doubt about it. But if you have to distinguish his position between good and evil, black and white, then he should be a more humane person." the wicked."

The child who asked the question seemed to understand, and asked again: "Then I heard people say that Li Yuanbo, who is related to this incident, committed suicide on Dry Bone Mountain a year ago. Why did he commit suicide?"

The storyteller said: "Who knows, maybe it's repentance."

The child nodded ignorantly: "That's really hard for Sister Zhao Wenwen, obviously this Li Yuanbo is going to marry her, and now he committed suicide."

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard what she said like a little ghost, and patted her head to express: What do you know as a child?

In the end, Mr. Storyteller concluded: "In short, this matter has an unknown result. The whole army of Zhengdao was wiped out. Zhao Wenwen became the new head of Lingyue Sect. As for Xiao Yu, he was seriously injured and disappeared."

A group of people were satisfied with what they heard, and they broke up one after another and went back to their respective homes.

Among the noisy crowd, a woman in goose-yellow clothes led a white horse and bought some side dishes.She is fair and beautiful, with a fierce heroism between her eyebrows, and her beauty is rare.

Many people peeped at her quietly when they saw her, and there was even a jealous woman twisting her champagne and glaring at her.

The woman hooked her lips, and galloped handsomely onto the horse, then flicked the reins, and galloped off gracefully.

This coherent movement shocked everyone, and many people praised: "Excellent equestrian skills, I admire..."

Before everyone could finish admiring her, under the sunny day, the women who had just glared at her suddenly fell to the ground with pale complexions, as if someone had taken their souls away.

The people around were startled, and one by one rushed to get up, only to find that these people were extremely limp and lifeless—they were actually dead!

In an instant, the crowd hid aside in fright, and an imperceptible wave of prudent terror swept over quietly.

As for the woman driving the steed, the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a burst of coldness.

The white horse galloped with her for a while, until the sun was in the sky, and then she passed through a green forest and came to a hut.

After tying up the white horse, she raised her eyebrows and went inside, silently glanced at the man on the bed, and said lazily, "It took me so long to wake up, how much do you plan to pay for the treatment?"

The man on the bed seemed to be stunned for a moment, then stood up and said weakly, "Who are you?"

The woman smiled and glanced at him: "If you don't want to change your name, if you don't want to change your surname, my name is Ashiya."

"Ashiya?" The man was surprised: "Are you from Miaojiang?"

Ashiya smiled and turned around: "Why do you look down on us Miaojiang people?"

The man said: "That's not what it means."

Ashiya gave him a meaningful look, and then went on to do other things: "Looking at the injuries on your body, I'm afraid you are from the cultivation world?"

The man didn't even think about it: "Never mind, it doesn't count."

Listening to what he said was so vague, Ashiya didn't mind: "I guess, you are Xiao Yu, the ghost king who has been rumored in recent years."

Xiao Yu was silent, and Ashiya probably heard that he had a bad temper, so she put down what she was doing and smiled softly: "Why, you are not curious at all, am I evil or good, black or white?"

Xiao Yu said lightly: "For me, good and evil are the same as black and white."

Ashiya said: "That's right. In fact, I saved you for a reason. As for the reason, the first is your life experience, and the second is your wish."

Xiao Yu frowned lightly: "Wish?"

The woman's face inadvertently showed a hint of arrogance. She put her hands behind her back and read aloud: "The four veins of Miaojiang each have their own strengths and interests. Open the altar to drive away corpses, and a hundred ghosts walk at night; Gu poison overflows, gold Silkworms for marriage; desert witchcraft, ghost migration..." At this point, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xiao Yu.

Although Xiao Yu's face was still unsettled, his heart trembled.

In the world of comprehension, there is a popular poem about the four veins of Miaojiang:

Open the altar to practice corpses, and a hundred ghosts walk at night.

Gu poison is overflowing, and golden silkworms are married.

Desert witchcraft, apparition of ghosts.

A single shadow refines the soul, turning the world upside down.

Legend has it that there are four disciples under the old ghost of Baimei, and these four disciples inherit and carry forward the same line respectively.

Among the four veins, exorcising corpses is the strongest, while refining souls is the weakest.

However, this weakest line can lead the other three lines.

According to rumors, Soul Refining is different from other three veins, there is only one person in each generation.And the successor must be a blood relative. What's even more perverted is that once the successor of this line has an heir, he will die, and his heir will be the next successor.

There was a curious person who went to the bottom of the investigation, and finally found a terrible thing, the first person to inherit the line of soul refining, is the younger brother of old ghost Baimei!

In other words, people of this lineage can be regarded as the real descendants of Old Ghost Baimei.

After this matter was revealed, it caused an uproar that year, and everyone said: "The lineage of refining the soul is too against the sky, who knows that the old ghost Baimei didn't do anything, if he is resurrected, or if another similar him appears, then The realm of comprehension is really over!"

After some processing, these words finally reached Shen Qingshu's ears, causing another wave of turmoil.

In the end, the sect of the Xianmen family sent many people to find the soul-refining lineage, intending to kill them and eliminate future troubles forever!

However, after several searches, it was fruitless in the end, and it had to end in dismal.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu bumped into her today!