[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

Red, deep and shallow, spread around, contaminating the world and soaking the clothes.He looked around in a daze, but all he could see was a sea of ​​blood. The gorgeous color, like the eyes of a seductive woman, contained infinite charm, attracting him step by step, stepping into the depths of the slightly rippling pool of blood.

The wind feebly blows the mist on the bloody water. The purple mist twists and stretches, like ecstatic fingers, gently tracing his outline.

The blood gradually crossed the toe of the boot and covered the ankle. Gradually, even the hem of the clothes was stained with blood.Clothes fluttered gently in the sea of ​​blood like duckweed, and the fishy smell lingered in the nose for a long time without dissipating, but after smelling it for a long time, it seemed that there was a touch of numb sweetness, which made people feel the smell and couldn't extricate themselves.

Suddenly he stepped on something soft under his feet, he lowered his head slowly, the first thing he saw was a bluish white mass, reflecting the blood, and it was very blurry through the mist.

A gust of wind pushed the mist aside, finally revealing the clear outline of the soft object.The five fingers were curled up, showing bloodless paleness, and the blue meridians under the skin could be vaguely seen, but it turned out to be an arm.

He looked along that arm, and found the same white and blue face of the man in the bloody water. His brows were handsome, and he looked very familiar, but he couldn't be named no matter what. Then he moved his gaze down to the man's face. In the chest, as expected, a blood hole the size of a bowl was found, and the blood was like a tide, gently swaying into the huge wound, and then gently rippling out, the man lay so quietly in this pool of blood , as if asleep.

"...Elder Brother..."

A soft call came from the mist.

He was at a loss, turned around, and saw another piece of mist quietly parting in front of his eyes, revealing a deeper and wider sea of ​​blood behind him.In the boundless, endless blood, one corpse after another gradually floated up.The blood-stained clothes swayed gently on the bloody water, and the white and blue faces were vaguely turned sideways, but the necks were limp and limp, and the limbs were twisted into weird shapes at will. .

The blood gradually flooded up to the knees, flooded over those ups and downs of the body, flooded over the familiar and unfamiliar faces, flooded over those dim eyes that were dying.But the call did not stop, not only did not stop, it even came one after another, one after another, like a soul-stimulating spell, mistyly passing through the mist and getting into his ears.

"...Eldest Brother...Eldest Brother..."

Xuan Zhen opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, only felt his chest beating faster and faster, like a rapid drumbeat, making him breathless.

When his heartbeat calmed down slightly and a gust of cold wind blew by, he couldn't help shivering, only then did he realize that his back was already soaked in sweat.

He lowered his head in a daze, and looked at his fingers. In the horrible dream just now, his hands seemed to have turned into monster claws, and the nails of his ten fingers seemed to be purple-red sharp knives, which could cut someone's body with a wave of his hand. Chest penetration.However, looking at it now, the ten fingers are as slender as jade, with delicate joints, and the nails of each finger are trimmed very neatly, and they look the same as before.

The long black hair lightly brushed past the ears and slid down the shoulders. Xuan Zhen looked down and couldn't help but let out a soft breath.The person in the dream really wasn't me. How could that person with silver hair, vermilion lines on his forehead, and wantonly killing be... me?

"you're awake?"

While he was meditating, there was a sound of slamming boots in his ears, Xuan Zhen hurriedly looked up.I saw a black figure in front of my bed, that person was wearing a long robe with a black background and red border, he was quite tall, with silver hair hanging down his head, he was very neatly groomed, and he looked quite handsome, but his cheeks were bright red. Zhu Wen and the pair of purple eyes revealed his identity as a demon.

Xuan Zhen once met him at Chan You's place, and he remembered that this man's name was Xi Zhong, and he seemed to be one of the monster generals in the Illusory World, just like Gui Xie.He took a few glances at Xi Zhong, and suddenly realized, he glanced around, looked at the purple curtains hanging everywhere in the room, and asked suspiciously, "Where is this?"

Xi Zhong looked down at him, with a look of inquiry flashing in his eyes, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "This is a side hall of the Lihuan Palace."

"In the Illusion Palace?" Xuan Zhen murmured several times, and suddenly remembered that the palace that he was taken to by Chan You seemed to be called the Illusion Palace, and I don't know what it has to do with the Illusion Palace here?

Xi Zhong still looked at him thoughtfully, and slowly said: "A few days ago when Gui Xie brought you back to the Dream City, you were seriously injured and unconscious, Master Chanyou ordered me to take you Come here to heal."

Xuan Zhen was taken aback for another moment, and then he noticed that he was not wearing the tattered Taoist robe of the Qionghua sect, but a corner of the well-wrapped wound was exposed in a clean inner garment.When did I get injured, and there was more than one wound? What is going on?

As if guessing what he was thinking, Xi Zhong said calmly: "According to what Guixie said, you went out of the city with him that day, and you met a group of human races on the way..."

There were only a few words, but it seemed like a flash of lightning flashed across Xuan Zhen's mind.His whole body was shaken heavily, and the fingers gripping the quilt couldn't help but tighten a little bit, at the same time, a voice in his head shouted loudly: "That's not a dream, that's not a dream!"

It turns out...it turns out that I really killed so many people...

The images that were deliberately kept in the bottom of my heart and left behind flashed before my eyes one by one, and the heavy emotion in the dream came up again.

Xuan Zhen couldn't help closing his eyes, but that could only make the picture in front of him appear more clearly, and the figure with blood-red eyes that was madly killing was even more indelible.

Xi Zhong's faint voice came to my ears again: "If you hadn't made such great achievements for my nightmare clan, Master Chanyou would not have easily asked me to bring you here. The magic palace in the magic world is the spiritual energy of the magic world. The source of the wound has always been restricted to ordinary people except for the blood of the royal family and the six generals. If you recuperate here, the wound will naturally heal faster."

Xuan Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't kill them for your monster clan!"

Xi Zhong's expression remained unchanged, he looked at him and said, "Of course I know this. Judging from the situation described by General Guixie, you are just demonizing in anger, and it's hard to restrain your nature. Those human races are attacking my fantasy Enemies in the Death Realm, no matter if you are for our clan or for yourself, what difference does it make if you kill them?"

"Demonization..." Only then did Xuan Zhen understand why he suddenly went mad at that time, thinking of that self who seemed to be another person, like a bloodthirsty monster, it was him, and he couldn't help feeling against such a self There was a trace of fear.

But suddenly, what is deeper and heavier is the regret and pain that cannot be recovered.What Xi Zhong said is correct, killing is killing, and the sins he committed have already been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.Xuan Ting, as well as those other juniors and juniors, they died not under the claws of monsters, but by their fellow disciples... No, no, am I still a "person" of the Qionghua Sect? It's obviously a monster...

Unknowingly, there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.But that smile was distorted, and it seemed a little more sad than crying.

Everything is irreparable.

Xuan Zhen had never realized this so clearly.Memories of the past are intertwined into a colorful mass. The self as a demon and the self as a human have long been integrated into one, and they can no longer be distinguished.

The hatred for the mother-killing enemy, the respect for the master, and the guilt for the killed brothers and sisters are deeply pressed in my heart.

The joy of cultivating with juniors and sisters in Jianwuping, the pride of being praised by the master in Qionghua Palace, the loyalty of being a cultivator in eliminating demons and saving people, and the self who used to remember nothing are all in front of my eyes. One drop turned into powder.

Who is the present self?What else is there to stay here?

It's better to leave.

A voice spoke softly in his mind.

The Qionghua faction can no longer go back, and the hatred suppressed by kindness can't be relieved. He stays in the illusion world, and it is not his wish to face swords and swords against his former classmates from now on.So, besides leaving, is there any other way out?

The fingers tightly trapped in the quilt finally loosened slightly, Xuan Zhen closed his eyes, and finally made up his mind.He looked at Xi Zhong, and said slowly, "I want to see the Lord of the Demon Realm." The woman named Chan You saved him and allowed him to enter the Illusory Palace to heal his wounds. Yu Li, I should see her before I leave here.

Unexpectedly, Xi Zhong shook his head and said indifferently: "Lord Chanyou suffered internal wounds after the battle with the head of the Qionghua Sect. He is currently recuperating to heal his wounds. He will never see you."

Xuan Zhen was startled, and said in surprise: "Fight against the head of the Qionghua sect? When and why?"

Xi Zhong took a deep look at him, and replied: "A few days ago, several elders from the Qionghua sect broke into the Illusory World and killed many tapir demons of our clan, and even the four generals in the clan were murdered by those people. In anger, Lord Chanyou went out of the city to fight with them, but they led her out of the Illusion Realm to the land of the human race. Those human races were extremely cunning, and they wanted to kill her They were besieged to death, but fortunately Master Chanyou saw the situation was wrong, and escaped back to the Illusionary Realm in time, and when leaving, he used illusion to kill the head of the Qionghua Sect on the spot, killing their prestige!"

"What!?" Xuanzhen turned pale with shock, Master Taiqing... His master is actually dead, killed by Chanyou?

This news made him unbelievable more than anything else. The master he had always looked up to, the master who had taught him to expect a lot from himself, died like this at the hands of another relative of his?

On the side, Xi Zhong said again with a worried face: "It's just that the skill of the head of the human race should not be underestimated. Although Master Chanyou killed him under his palm, he was also seriously injured, so he had to live here temporarily. Healing injuries in the palace, no time to take care of other affairs, let alone see you."

It was only then that Xuan Zhen realized that during the days when he was in a coma, the Qionghua Sect and the Illusory Darkness Realm had reached such an endless state.Four of the six great generals of the Illusory Night Realm had died in this battle, and even the head of the Qionghua faction had perished. Thinking about it, both the Qionghua faction and the demon world were in chaos at this moment, but even if they knew it was Even in a situation where both sides are hurting, it is impossible to stop the fighting.