The old Gong who died for the world is back

Xiao Youci saw many things in the bright light deep in the black mist.

It's not just feeding medicine and putting you to sleep.

Once, at Linxian Gate, he fantasized about Jiang He coming to take care of Jiang Zhiyan, all of which turned into reality, but the protagonist changed.

It turned out that someone once took care of him so carefully and cared for him to grow up.

His father would chase after him with a bowl and urge him to eat; he would pat him on the back to lull him to sleep in the middle of the night when he woke up from nightmares;

They are all small things in life, but they make Xiao Youci's heart burn.

He stared at the face similar to himself almost without blinking, he wanted to see it more clearly and remember it more clearly.

But the dream is always short, Xiao Youci quickly grew up from a baby in the swaddle to a brat running around, and then... he was six years old.

The child's perspective is missing, he doesn't know what's going on outside his small courtyard.

That day he went out to play with his companions, and when he came back, he found that the door of his house was wide open.

He rushed in, and saw his father fell under Jiang Helai's sword, his father's blood was dripping on the radiant Hua Lunong, the open door was full of evil spirits, and he came back innocently to find his father to eat Xiao Youci who was at lunch was stumped——

He sat on the ground dumbfounded, watching Jiang Helai with a sword walking towards him step by step.

He couldn't even see Jiang Helai's face clearly, he just felt that the Hua Lunong in his hand was too dazzling. This sword, known as the best in the world, was rarely drawn out of its sheath, and even less bloody.

Jiang He looked at him with fierce eyes, and the evil and murderous aura in his body were entangled and rushed towards Xiao Youci.

Xiao Youci met Jiang Helai many times, and most of them were smiling. Even if he got into trouble, he didn't see how angry Jiang Helai was. At this moment, the murderous man in front of him made Xiao Youci feel strange.

He sat on the ground, rubbing back a little, Jiang Helai took a step forward, the Hua Lunong in his hand was buzzing, as if he couldn't wait to drink blood.

But he raised his hand and swung his sword down——

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of the blades touching each other resounded, Xiao Youci opened his eyes suddenly, his thoughts were drawn back to his body, he was holding the Heartbroken Smoke Tree in his hand, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wing touched another Ambilight A colorful sword, and the person holding the sword has changed from Jiang Helai to...

Jiang Zhiyan!

Xiao Youci was horrified, he retracted the Heartbroken Smoke Tree, took a few steps back abruptly, opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't make a sound, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

I don't know if the blood was caused by him taking medicine pills to forcibly stimulate his true strength; or because he had been floating in the illusion for several years, watching his master kill his father with his own eyes; or... because of the person in front of him.

I haven't seen you in 60 years, but everything seems like yesterday.

"Senior brother, you go first and trap him with Jiangshan Linglong Mirror, and I will help you later."

"Brother, wait for me, I will come right away..."

"..."

"Junior brother, after 60 years, you are finally here."

Jiang Zhiyan's clear and shallow voice interrupted Xiao Youci's memories, and the ironic smile on his lips pierced into Xiao Youci's eyes, causing him to stop suddenly. But the whole person was empty, and his eyes only fell on Jiang Zhiyan.

Jiang Zhiyan was wearing a solid black suit with narrow sleeves, just like 60 years ago, clean and neat.

But it seemed to be completely different again. His pure black clothes melted into the thick black mist, regardless of each other, and the hostility on his body was something Xiao Youci had never seen before, like rusty iron on the edge of the Huchi River in the cold winter months. knife.

Rust stains mixed with blood.

The inner demon that was suppressed by him surged out again, loudly shouting in his ear: "Kill him! He is your enemy, he is here to take your life! Kill him!! "

There was too much noise in his ears, Xiao Youci managed to find his own voice from the chaos, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said weakly, "Shut up..."

The person in front of him smiled: "Junior brother, are you telling me to shut up?"

Xiao Youci felt that he might have some unspeakable talent. He just closed his eyes, but when he heard this sentence, he opened them again.

The black mist spread from behind Jiang Zhiyan, gradually engulfing him, Xiao Youci couldn't see his facial features clearly, he opened his mouth, and his voice was dry: "No."

He wanted to say something more, but got stuck.

say what?

Say, he really didn't die?

Where were the 50 years before the seal was broken?

What does it feel like to die for the world?

Or, where did he go in the past ten years when the seal was broken?

They didn't seem to be able to make a homely relationship, Xiao Youci lowered his eyelids again, stood with his head down in the black mist, his long white sleeves slid down his wrists, covering the hilt of the heartbroken smoke tree: "Senior brother, long time no see."

Nothing to say, or not to say.

Xiao Youci picked up the Heartbroken Smoke Tree again, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the usual cold look.

"Senior brother, Dai County was sealed by you, what about the mortals in this city?"

He only asked, but without waiting for Jiang Zhiyan's answer, he rushed forward with his sword - Xiao Youci's cultivation is sloppy, and most of them rely on his master to teach him, but he has good swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is so exquisite that even Jiang He came to praise him .

In terms of swordsmanship, Jiang Zhiyan was no match for him.

Jiang Zhiyan didn't want to be serious with Xiao Youci yet, when he saw him swinging a sword, he only blocked it with Hua Lunong in his hand, and dodged his figure, but he refused to confront Xiao Youci.

Xiao Youci was in a hurry, his cultivation was forcibly stimulated by medicine pills, Jiang Zhiyan kept dodging, and before he could make a move, he might reveal his secrets first.

Xiao Youci was in a hurry, he showed a hint of ferocity, and said to Jiang Zhiyan: "You and I have already walked this amount of steps, and there is no need to do these superficial things, brother, I lied to you back then. Lingchuan, I didn't expect you to come back."

Nonsense, he dreams every day, and in his dreams, his senior brother is back.

"It's fine if you die honestly, but if you want to come back and compete with me for the position of head, I can't tolerate you!"

Talking nonsense, the position of head is nothing but a burden to him, why has he ever been attached to these false names?

"Brother, let's do it!"

He is used to making a cold face and playing the bad guy, so he said these words without any flaws.

But Jiang Zhiyan laughed, he stepped back, his figure was hidden in the mist, and then, a voice with a smile sounded from behind Xiao Youci's ear, holding Xiao Youci's sword hand with one hand , lifted to Xiao Youci's chest.

Someone was close behind him, half hugging him, carefully looking at the sword in his hand.

"Junior brother, do you think I'm blind? You have stagnated qi, blood, and aura all over your body, and your real strength is only supported by medicine pills, and you are fighting with me? Are you sure you are not here to die?"

Xiao Youci's back was pressed against the man's chest, and he could even feel his chest vibrate slightly when he spoke. After he finished speaking, the person behind him seemed to smile again.

Xiao Youci was stiffened by his laughter, a blush quietly appeared behind his ears, he gritted his teeth and turned around to chop off: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

A sword swung out, but it only hit the fog behind him, the black fog dissipated, and the man appeared beside him again, holding his wrist with five fingers, and gently touching up along the wrist bone.

"It's so thin..."

A sigh sounded in Xiao Youci's ears, and his fingertips rubbed against his skin, causing a slight itchiness.

Xiao Youci only felt that half of his body was numb. What kind of evil method did Jiang Zhiyan practice? Why can't he move when he is touched lightly?

Xiao Youci was full of swordsmanship, but the sword energy he swung at this time was in a mess. After hacking for a long time, he didn't even show a complete swordsmanship.

Worse than a three-year-old child hacking with a hatchet!

He became more and more anxious, and the blood behind his ears gradually spread to his entire ears. He was already white, but this red was particularly conspicuous.

As if he was specifically against him, the true power in the meridians became thinner and thinner... Xiao Youci's face turned pale again, making his earlobes more delicate and charming.

The two confronted each other for a long time, but Xiao Youci finally couldn't hold on anymore, his feet were weak, he staggered two steps, and was about to fall to the ground, but Jiang Zhiyan waved his long sleeves, Xiao Youci's back suddenly touched to a solid, cold wall.

He leaned back heavily, putting all his weight on the wall.

In front of him, Jiang Zhiyan reappeared, approaching him step by step.

He squeezed him between the wall and himself, looking down at him.

The senior brother was a little taller than him, and when he approached, the surrounding black mist rushed over, obviously there was nothing around, but Xiao Youci felt crowded for no reason.

He looked up at Jiang Zhiyan with red earlobes, and unconsciously pressed his body against the wall a little more.

There was a little sweat on his forehead, which drenched his forehead hair and clinged to his fair forehead.

Jiang Zhiyan looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help sighing. He stretched out his hand and picked up a lock of black hair on Xiao Youci's shoulder—Xiao Youci didn't know what was going on in his heart, but when he raised his hand, he felt nervous. He trembled a bit, and the moment his fingers touched his hair, his whole body froze.

Jiang Zhiyan glanced at him, deliberately put his hair under his nose and sniffed lightly, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, these years, my cultivation has been ruined."

The redness on Xiao Youci's earlobes finally spread to his face. He looked ashamed, indignant and arrogant. He was obviously forced to the ground, but his expression was still so cold.

People can't help but want to get closer and tear up the indifference on his face.

In the 50 years of Lingchuan, Jiang Zhiyan is no longer the old Jiang Zhiyan.

He can still maintain his previous gentleness in front of outsiders, but he is very clear in his heart that those [-] sealing runes and the demonic energy underneath the runes... If there is no obsession, he will not be able to persist of.

Jiang Zhiyan narrowed his eyes, approached him, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, the day you tricked me into it, you should have thought that today will come. For these 50 years, shouldn't you wait until I come back to settle accounts with you? Why 50 years?" Years have passed, and your cultivation base has not advanced but retreated... knowing that I am in Dai County, you deliberately brought this sloppy cultivation base to find me."

"Junior brother, I can understand that, did you do it on purpose?"

He moved a little closer, and the warm breath on Xiao Youci's neck made him tremble slightly.

Jiang Zhiyan's voice was lowered by two points, and there was a little bit of sympathy in his tone: "You don't really think that you tricked me to Lingchuan for 50 years to make atonement with your body...I will accept it, right?"

"Junior brother, is your death good for me?"