The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

"Open the gate."

According to Qiushui's order.

Although the monks at the top of the city didn't know who the sacred luthier below was, they knew who this red-dressed blood-like beauty in a palace costume was as gorgeous as a knife.In the city of Qingye Mountain, under Sword Master, her words are an inviolable imperial decree.

A master and a servant outside the city heard the dull sound of the city gate, which slowly opened in front of them.

Seeing that the beauties in the city had disappeared, Luotuo luthier returned the instrument to the boy's arms and said, "Go to the city."

After entering the city, it was still the luthier riding the donkey, and the little boy holding the qin, walking towards the city one after the other.

The buildings near the city gate were less damaged, but the tiredness of the busy people here, the tiredness in their eyes, and the numb pain still rushed towards the two of them as if they were real.

The sound of the donkey's hooves walking on the bluestone slab seems to be the only lively sound here, and it doesn't attract their attention.

Only when they passed by the master did the younger children glance at them.

Holding the qin, the little boy was more cautious than when he was walking in the desert. After all, the yellow sand did not wear the end of the qin as much as the stone, so he walked more slowly.

He glanced at the owner on the donkey's back. The man didn't care about his pace, his eyes seemed to be looking ahead, but he didn't seem to be looking anywhere.

Su Qingyun sent a message asking him to come to Qingye Mountain City, but only mentioned the matter of Xuehe to him, but did not say that Ying Qiushui was also there.

Back then, when she cut off her robe, she said that from now on, unless she died, she would not see her again, but now she came to meet her at the top of the city.

Although he didn't say a word, he had already broken the vow that he would never see each other again in this life.

It seemed that something must have happened in the city, involving someone she was willing to break her oath for, so she would come.

Thinking of this, the man frowned, and got off the donkey. Little Qintong thought he was going to walk in the city, so he freed up a hand to hold the donkey's rope.

But before he touched the rope, his master picked him up and put him on the donkey's back.

The boy didn't know, so he asked, "Master?"

Along the way, his master never gave up his mount. He always rode a donkey by himself, and asked him to follow behind with his zither in his arms.

The luthier personally took the donkey's rope, stretched out his hand and patted the donkey's neck lightly, then smiled at the little boy, "Go faster this way."

After speaking, he led the old and thin donkey, and the donkey carried the boy and the qin on its back, and walked towards the temple in the city.

Although the heavy snow that had piled up in the city had already melted, the sword intent of the sword was still everywhere. The luthier in the green shirt casually stepped out on the bluestone slab, as if playing the sound of heaven and earth.

The tone from the resonant aura turned into a soft spring breeze, blowing across the long streets and alleys, high walls and low houses, and upturned cornices in the city, dissolving the remaining sword intent and making the aura of this place more harmonious.

Outside the temple, Ying Qiushui watched his figure coming from the end of the long street, and saw his silent method of nourishing things, he almost became the suzerain of Yaochi, went to the shrine and came back, and replaced the shrine with glory People who patrol the world.

Without the encumbrance of the boy's short hands and feet, the speed of travel was really fast, and they arrived at the entrance of the temple from the end of the long street in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the beauty in the palace costume who came to pick him up but didn't speak, the man in blue stopped in his tracks, looked at her seriously for a moment, and then asked, "How have you been these years?"

"Not bad." The cold and beautiful woman said indifferently.What she said was "not bad", probably because the people she didn't want to see in the past few years had never appeared in front of her, so that she could forget some things she didn't want to remember.

Her eyes, which were shaped like peach blossoms but piercing like knives, looked at the person in front of her behind her long and thick eyelashes, and then said, "You have become unrecognizable."

In the past when he was in Yaochi, he was the young master, and his reputation as a qin fan spread all over the world.

Even the most proud princess of the Xuanyuan Dynasty was willing to make her most proud piano sound wrong in order to win him "no zither".

When he goes in and out, he has to pull the cart with the unique fairy bird Qingluan in the southern border, and he is surrounded by at least 20 attendants. Even if he goes to the Wanbao Qianzhen Building to participate in an auction, the cloud boots will never step on the ground. It should be spread from the side of the car to the box.

But now, looking at the person in front of him who is the same as other frustrated luthiers in the world, Ying Qiushui feels that the princess back then will regret that she played the wrong note.

After hearing the old man's evaluation of him, Xie Wuzheng smiled as if he didn't care at all.

The little boy behind him was not used to riding a donkey, and was wriggling on the donkey's back with his Qin in his arms, which caught Ying Qiushui's attention.

For some reason, she frowned and said, "Such a small child, how did you let him hold Qin?"

After saying this, she recognized the Qin in the boy's arms.

Like this pair of master and servant, the dusty Fuxiqin is quite different from the treasure of Yaochi in her impression.

Back then, the person in front of him was the young master of Yaochi, with a great sense of Qin, and his successor as Qin Zun was a certainty. It was normal for him to have this treasure in his hands, but later he left the sect, and Yaochi was willing to let him take Qin away?

Following her gaze, Xie Wuzheng turned back to look at his little Qintong, and said in a non-irritating tone: "He won't let others hug him."

Xiaoqintong has a round face and round eyes, and was still wriggling at first, but seeing his master and this blood-like beauty in a palace costume looking at him, he couldn't help being a little shy, and hugged Qin even tighter in his arms some.

Ying Qiushui looked at him, and found a subtle resemblance to Xie Wuzheng in his expression. It could be seen that he had the talent to repair the piano, but it was hard to tell whether it was the man's disciple or his son.

If it's the latter, that's even better.

She stretched her brows, and said to the person she hadn't seen for many years and planned to never see again: "He's down there, let's go down."

To enter the temple, the donkey naturally cannot be led in. The boy finally got off the donkey that he was not used to sitting on, watched a maid in white lead the donkey down, and then followed the master into the temple with the qin in his arms.

The sword master was sitting in the blood pool, but the people who came to answer him did not go directly to the blood pool, but went to the main hall first.

In the main hall, the luthier in green shirt stood in front of the statue of Shenjun, looking at the changed face of Shenjun.

Just as no one has ever seen Shenjun, and no one has seen this innocent and cruel face emerging from the statue of Shenjun.

Xie Wuzheng stared at this face for a moment, then turned around, and said to the beauty in palace costume who was waiting for him, "Let's go."

They walked down the passage to the blood pool below, and Ying Qiushui asked, "You have been to the shrine, but have you never seen the god?"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the passage, and the man in the green shirt said gently: "No, there are no more records about the gods in the shrine than in the world, and the only portrait is his back."

So when they erected a statue of the god, they could carve out his figure and imagine his clothes, but when it came to the face, they couldn't carve the facial features on that face.

He paused, and then said: "But no matter who that face is, it's an upright provocation coming from below."

The "underneath" he was talking about was naturally not the dry pool of blood, but the colder and darker world below.

While talking, he finally came to the hall below. Su Jianzun, who was sitting quietly in front of the blood pool, had white hair like snow, but his face looked ten years younger than his old friend in blue shirt.

Looking at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Jian Xin was as round as Jian Zun, and he was also slightly taken aback, and asked the same question: "How did you make it like this?"

Xie Wuzheng waved his hand to him, expressing that it was not worth mentioning, and then walked around the underground hall to check.

Ying Qiushui stood beside Su Jianzun, watching the man lift up his hem, stepped into the dried up blood pool, went to the center to check the closed passage, and then left from the fluctuating blue light of the Ruoshui sword, returned to the front of the two.

"There is magic."

Xie Wuzheng looked down at the people on the ground.

The person sitting on the ground seemed not surprised by the result, and replied: "There are also in the secret realm."

Before Xie Wuzheng came, Su Jianzun did not tell others that he would leave for Qingye Mountain City in such a hurry, not only because four of the life cards of the seven chief executives were broken, but also because someone took the three chief executives. The head of the seat was sent to Kunlun Peak.

"The incisions on the heads of the three chief executives left behind a faint but pure demonic energy, and the people who killed them didn't intend to hide it at all."

Seeing these three heads, the contemporary rulers of Kunlun probably knew what happened in the secret realm.

After all, it was his only disciple who encountered a life-and-death battle inside, and it was related to the owners of the three heads, so he attracted Prison Shura.

He looked at Xie Wuzheng who came hurriedly, and said to him, "Moxiu has nothing to do with this matter, at least this time they are not on the opposite side of us."

And since Prison Shura has come, then Beitang Hanye will be fine, the only thing missing now is the missing Ying Jiexin.

Hearing this name, Xie Wuzheng subconsciously looked at Ying Qiushui and asked her, "Is he the son of Cang Hai?"

"good."

The beauty in the palace costume said without moving her eyebrows.

Xie Wuzheng immediately understood why she was here.

He turned his eyes back to the center of the blood pool: "I did detect ghost energy when I was checking just now, but the passage was not fully opened.

"Blood River's Blood River Formation is more pure than when it was used in the southern border, but his strength is not enough to completely open this 'eye', not to mention that it was interrupted by your disciple just halfway through the momentum .”

As he spoke, he sat on the same floor in front of Su Jianzun, then stretched out his hand to the side, and the little boy who had been holding the qin handed him the Fuxi qin.

Qin Xiu, who looked unrefined in appearance but with extremely bright eyes, laid this heavenly magic weapon across his knees. Su Jianzun looked at him, and suddenly joked: "You don't need to burn incense and bathe before you play the piano?"

Xie Wuzheng said, "Why is it so troublesome?"

Then his slender ten fingers stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano flowed out from under his fingertips like water.

Compared with the stringed qin sound he played outside the city gate before, this song is full of resentment and endless threads, sounding from the overturned eyes of yin and yang, and going down like silk along the channel that is not fully opened, communicating with the netherworld .

The two people with the highest cultivation in the northern region and the ignorant boy heard him play the piece from beginning to end twice before pressing his long and slender fingers on the strings to stop.

He used the sound of the piano to search for Ying Jiexin's whereabouts in the Netherworld. Ying Qiushui was the most nervous. Seeing him stop now, he couldn't help asking: "How?"

"Not in Youming." Xie Wuzheng said firmly, and immediately saw Ying Qiushui's expression relax visibly: "If you are not in Youming, then it's fine."

When encountering any problems, as long as he does not leave the world, it is a test for him.

She doesn't need to interfere.

Xie Wuzheng withdrew his gaze, looked at Su Jianzun, and said: "The disappearance of the magic weapon under Qingye Mountain City is a problem after all. The magic weapons of the same level and the attributes of the demon pills in the remaining three realms are not right. If you want to find a substitute, you still have to use it." Go to Shiwan Dashan and Xuanyuan Dynasty to find it, and I will use a formation to strengthen it when I get it back, I can't let you, a sword master, be wasted here."

Hearing these two places, Ying Qiushui's eyes flickered slightly, but Su Jianzun, who was sitting opposite Xie Wuzheng, laughed, and suggested: "You are familiar with Xuanyuan Dynasty, send the Buddha to the west, you go? "

Heaven-level magic weapons of the water system are as rare as phoenix feathers, and some of them are also treasured in the palace.

Although the princess was already married back then, if she borrowed it under the name of Qin Chi, I believe she could always get it.

Xie Wuzheng smiled at him and shook his head, then waved his five fingers on the strings again, playing a much more exciting piece of music than before.

The originally peaceful space began to become unstable under the vibration of the music, and the channel that was temporarily opened and then disappeared because of the blood river array began to reopen, creating suction under the brilliance of the Ruoshui sword.

Seeing the black light rising again, but it was only confined to the pool of blood, and the beam of light was only a few feet above the ground, Ying Qiushui, who was vigilant, put away his vigilance.Seeing Xie Wuzheng stand up, he said seriously to the two of them: "I will leave it to you to find the magic weapon of the water element, and I will go down to investigate.

"From here on, it's my business."

Entering the Netherworld as a living person, from ancient times to the present, only one Yuan Gongfu came back alive, but Xie Wuzheng walked towards the black light so calmly.

He was holding Fuxiqin obliquely, and the other hand casually moved towards the back, and the little Qintong ran towards him with short legs. Halfway through the run, it turned into a blue light and merged into Fuxiqin .

"Artifact?"

Finally, a crack appeared on Ying Qiushui's frosty face, and this was actually Fuxiqin's magic weapon!

"Unexpected." Su Jianzun's voice sounded, and he said with emotion, "Fuxiqin has already conceived an instrument spirit in your hands."

A heavenly magic weapon can give birth to a weapon spirit, but it is more difficult than ordinary people's attainment of Taoism. Thinking of the phrase "he won't let others hug him" at the door, Ying Qiushui finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Then, she watched the slender figure walk into the black light, and disappeared in the middle of the dried blood pool along with the black light.

……

Netherworld, the battlefield of Huangquan.

Snare drums, horns, all ghosts fight.

In the middle of the battlefield, a young man wearing a black robe with a pattern of evil spirits, with pocket skulls of different colors adorning his hair and ears, who is more violent than these old ghosts who have been fighting on the battlefield of Huangquan for many years, wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand Spilled blood.

Seeing these ghosts became more ferocious because of seeing the blood of living people, even though he had been fighting non-stop for more than [-] days, and was almost unable to stand still with exhaustion, he still forced them out of his palm. Hei Yan said coldly to the group of ghosts who wanted to devour him: "Come here if you are not afraid of death!"

At this moment, he heard the sound of a zither coming from the gloomy green sky, and the spiritual power in the meridians that was almost exhausted was like a spring on a dead tree, and it gave birth to strength at this moment.

Xu Wang tugged at the corner of his blood-stained mouth, and a smile appeared on the stubborn boy's face, which seemed to have the fangs of a beast.

……

Chu Yiyang doesn't know what's going on outside.

He didn't know that his master and biological aunt who originally planned to find him knew that he was still alive, so she planned to wait for him to come back by herself.

He only knew that Beitang Hanye was really a genius, he was good at swordsmanship and other things.

And the blood deed is indeed the only thing in the world that can restrain the top-level erotic "beauty's favor". The deed takes the initiative to be three-pointed, and when it comes to the recipient, it becomes ten.

Beitang Hanye just told him to go over, and he stuck his whole body on him.

Beitang Hanye was just a little moved by being teased, and the half body of him was full of magic lines.

The sky-level Kuilong Yao Dan was touched by the demonic energy of Prison Shura, and it seemed to be sensitive to the demonic energy. As soon as the bloody magic lines appeared, it started to move in the dantian.

So the two of them fell into a new round of forced practice within half a day of waking up, and within three sentences of speaking.

Another seven days passed after Yixiu.

Originally, Chu Yiyang thought that he would completely refine the demon pill, but after going out, the two of them would have no contact with each other, neither owed each other, even if they met face to face and did not know each other, the blood contract could be ignored.But now he felt that after going out, he must find a way to get rid of the blood deed.

As a demon cultivator, Yan Xun may have a way to eliminate the blood contract. If you need to go to the Demon Realm to find Prison Shura for this matter, then wait until the [Abyss Demon Realm] branch plot to solve the matter.

Beitang's newly changed clothes were ruined, but fortunately, there seemed to be no shortage of replacement clothes in his storage bag.

Right now he is in the pool, while Chu Yiyang, who had washed up earlier, stayed away from him, exploring the passage leading to the mountainside.

Today he went a little farther in the passage.

Speaking of it, this period of time was trapped in this cave because of the demon pill, and it was actually the time when Chu Yiyang was closest to going on vacation in various worlds in the past few years. In addition to eating and sleeping, it is such an exploration out of personal interest.

The deeper you go in the passage, the closer you get to the mountainside, the clearer you can hear the movement outside.

Chu Yiyang guessed what was going on outside, and thought to himself: "Sure enough, once the overlord Tianlong Kuilong in the Green Leaf Secret Realm dies, these monsters can't sit still, and they all riot."

There is chaos everywhere, and it may not be easy for those disciples who have entered the secret realm this time to practice.

Stretching out his hands to cover the mountain wall in front of him, feeling the vibration caused by the galloping beasts outside the mountain belly, Chu Yiyang lowered his eyes, and a shadow appeared at the end of his eyes.

There are also those disciples who arrived at the Acacia Sect two days late, all of them are only good at finding someone to cultivate, and they have no combat power at all. It is best to find a leg that can be hugged in the secret realm, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to die here.

He put down his hand, feeling that he had almost reached the end of the passage, and the remaining mountain wall in front of him was no longer thick.

On the day when the demon pill is refined, he will avoid Beitang Hanye and leave alone. Even if he can't break through the restriction left by Prison Shura with his recovered cultivation level, he can still penetrate this mountain wall and go out from the mountainside. .

Thinking about it, Chu Yiyang threw the grilled snake meat with only skeletons left in his hand on the ground. As soon as he left, the aroma would soon attract other creatures in the mountainside to swallow it.

After doing all this, he felt that he had been out for a long time today, so he returned to the original road.

In the cave pool, Beitang Hanye stayed alone in the center of the pool.

He was still wearing a white jacket, which contrasted sharply with the black strips covering his eyes.

After the accidental dual cultivation ended, the young man washed himself first, then obsessed with the snake meat he hadn't eaten, went to the passage behind the cave to catch snakes, and picked up dry branches to start a fire.

After the snake was roasted, out of some strange thought that if he stayed with him, he would not be able to eat the snake, he took the roasted snake and bid farewell to Beitang Hanye, left the cave, and continued to visit the place where he lived. Exploration in the channel.

It has been a long time since the cold night in Beitang, eating is not necessary for him, but for a young man with little cultivation, it is the most important thing in his life, as long as he is awake, he can freely During the active time, he always looks for food within the range he can go.

Right now he left again, leaving enough time for Beitang Hanye to settle down, but this time he did not choose to stay in the middle of the cave where the smell of roasted snakes was still there, but chose the pool.

Although he clearly knew that he had been "beautifully favored", it would be particularly easy to be swayed by the existence of the young man, but Beitang Hanye also clearly knew that the previous sudden emotional movement was completely irrational and irrational compared to the previous few times. Shuangxiu that is not under one's own control is different.

It's just that as soon as I feel the weight of the other party in my arms, I feel satisfied; as soon as I feel the breath of the other party by my side, I feel peaceful; but because the other party is only rioting due to demonic power, if I take the initiative to seek myself, I forget everything.

In front of the young man, all his rationality disappeared, leaving only eternal longing, and a heart that was originally filled with killing seemed to have a void that could not be filled.

This loss of control frightened him.

So he needs to calm down, and needs to go to the pool to settle down.

The water in the pool was icy cold, surrounding it, Beitang Hanye thought of the poison on his body.

The poison can be cured, as long as you go to the Acacia Sect to get the antidote after leaving the secret realm, you can get rid of the "beauty grace" on your body and get rid of the influence of the antidote on him.

He closed his eyes behind the black cloth, and his ears caught the water droplets on the top of the cave falling very close to him, dripping into the pool, causing ripples on the calm surface of the pool.

Jianzi, who is crowned in all four realms, has long hair untied, draped behind his back, dancing lightly with the fluctuations of the ripples.

His slender eyebrows like a falling goose are black, his skin reflecting the water is white, and his lips that look perfect for kissing are red. Although a part of his handsome face is covered with no expression, his heart is not like a face. so peaceful.

The water falling from the roof of the cave fell into the pool, and it also seemed to fall into the lake in his heart. There were ripples in both of them, and they couldn't calm down.

He knew what lay in his heart.

From the first day he entered the path of killing, the master told him that he could not have any feelings.

"Don't be emotional, this is the admonition left by your master."

Forgetting feelings and abandoning expectations can make people stronger and less likely to be hurt.

Indeed, the farther he went on this road, leaving behind unnecessary feelings and expectations, he never felt that anything could hurt him.

If Chu Yiyang's influence on him was not due to "beauty's kindness", even if the remaining poison was cured, he would still be influenced by him?

And if the boy's attraction to him is all because of the top-level sex poison on his body, once he takes the antidote, he will completely forget these feelings, and even become like his mother, all the affection for a person in his heart will turn into disgust, then What will happen then?

Is he willing to let go like this?

Is he going to make the same mistakes as his mother?

These thoughts and the infinitely expanding sound of dripping water masked the sound of footsteps and golden bells coming from the depths of the passage.

When the sound of someone entering the water pulled him back from these chaotic and entangled thoughts, the person who jumped from the edge of the pool had already come to him.

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The author has something to say:

It is the 1st + 2nd update of V.

Chu Yiyang: Although not complete, almost every ellipsis in the cave represents an event.

And Beitang is quite fatalistic. Currently, he feels that he will either become a father or a mother, and he does not want to do either.