The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

The reason for Lin Shu and Ling Fengxiao's farewell is that they are going to travel around the world.

But it's not actually - and it's not back to the real world.

Lin Shu plans to go to Fujian.

On the one hand, he did promise Ling Fengxiao a fiancée, that's right - but where would he go to recruit an apprentice?

On the other hand, before his soul was exhausted, he also wanted to figure out one thing: where did the little fool come from, and why did he travel to this era back then.

He said innocently.

Wu Shi didn't speak, and seemed to be angry with him.

As soon as it left Ling Fengxiao's field of vision, the thing changed into a black suit again, with blood-red eyes and an expressionless face.

Lin Shu went to hold his hand.

He hides.

Lin Shu: "Are you still angry?"

No shame said nothing, looking up at him.

He was surrounded by black air, much thicker than before.

——This change came about after he killed the few people in the hall with cruel methods.

Lin Shu recalled that every time Xiao Shao killed someone, Wugui seemed to be full of blood, and the evil spirit on his body became stronger.

Lin Shu couldn't help comparing him with the great witch back then.

Such paranoid eyes, hostility all over the body, and almost the same killing methods...

But seeing Wugui's expression suddenly changed, he curled his lips coldly at him: "You just think I'm dirty."

Lin Shu: "I haven't."

"You have." Wu Shi licked his lips: "You are clean——you haven't killed anyone, have you?"

There was a vague madness in his eyes: "But Ou Yezi created me just to kill people."

Lin Shu listened to him, but he didn't tell Wuwu that he had actually killed someone.

That person killed Mr. Meng and washed the Taohuayuan with blood. With a snap of his fingers, he could kill thousands of soldiers at the Jubei Pass, and he could also instantly turn 20 people in the Dian Kingdom into living corpses.

Ashamed to say: "You come."

He stepped forward, Wu Shi was still young, he half knelt down, and Wu Shi was at the same level.

Wu Shi put his arms around his neck, he thought Wu Shi wanted to hug him.

But he heard the innocent voice, cold, ringing in his ears: "You are the most ruthless, you support me...just because I am the knife of Little Phoenix, otherwise you would have killed me long ago."

He grabbed Lin Shu's shoulders with his hands, and the cool air penetrated through the material into Lin Shu's skin, and even penetrated into the marrow of his bones.

In the straightforward tone, there was a familiarity that made Lin Shu feel cold all over: "You don't want me, and you will kill me together."

Lin Shu hugged him silently.

The small, cold body in his hand seemed to tremble slightly the moment he held it.

"From now on... don't eat resentment, don't kill innocent people, I will always want you." Lin Shu said.

"They besieged you just now, but were they besieging Little Phoenix before, were they innocent?"

"It doesn't count," Lin Shu gently followed his back: "But you can't kill like that, and you can't take pleasure in killing."

"You have done a lot of good deeds in the past two years, do you want to call yourself a righteous person?"

Lin Shu's voice became hoarse: "Don't you remember why Xiao Shao died?"

Shameless did not speak until much later.

"Those who hold salaries for everyone will eventually drown in the wind and snow," he said, "If I am like Little Phoenix, I will definitely not die by myself."

Lin Shu: "How are you going to die?"

Wu Shi didn't answer, but said: "He took away the resentment, but the world is still so bad, if they don't die, they will never be good."

He broke away from Lin Shu, curled his mouth, and there was a faint madness in his eyes: "I have been buried with many people. If I want to die, at least let the world be buried with me."

"Don't you want to go back to Taohuayuan?" He said, "Kill them all, and they will be clean."

After all, he ignored Lin Shu and walked forward by himself.

Lin Shu looked at his back, recalled what he had just said, and his heart beat wildly.

but……

But, he thought, the time was wrong.

This year, Dawu had already led an army to attack Changyang City on the northern border.

——Changyang City.

He counted the days in his mind.

Unexpectedly, it was today!

In February of this year, when the moon is full.

Too late.

Lin Shu took a deep breath and said, "No shame."

Feel free to stop.

Lin Shu: "You went wrong."

No shame: "..."

He said, "You want to go southeast?"

Lin Shu: "Yes."

At this moment, Wuzhen looked at him in the spring and said something that Lin Shu didn't understand.

"Lin Shu." He looked to the southeast, and then to Lin Shu: "You will never want me one day."

Lin Shu didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that the sun was falling and it was going to be late. Whether it was going to Changyang City or Minzhou City, it was too late.

But there's one more thing he can do.

Even if he picked up the innocent, Yufeng rushed to the southeast of Minzhou City - regardless of the crazily consumed mind and soul.

Relying on his memory and the land knowledge he learned in the course "Test of Southern Xia Landscape", he finally rushed to the territory of Minzhou, but he didn't know the direction of Minzhou city.

Lin Shu looked down in the air and saw a figure by the river.

The man was in a stone pavilion, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He immediately went down to the pavilion and asked, "Brother, may I ask Minzhou City—"

The man shook his head, but ignored him, but said: "Brother! It is fate to meet, and I am appreciating the ink left by the predecessors, why don't you share with me!"

Lin Shu: "Minzhou City——"

"Brother, look at the bright moon in the sky, the spring river in front of you—let's look at the first sentence," the man pulled him to look at the splashed ink on the pavilion wall, his voice was drawn out and cadenced: "Chunjiang—the tide...even the sea level. "

"On the sea... the bright moon—co-tide!" He was very excited: "Brother, do you know the name of this poem?"

Lin Shu was too lazy to read the texts he had learned in his previous life, turned around to leave, was entangled again, and said angrily: "Chunjiang Huayueye."

"Exactly!" The man clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Brother must be a well-learned person! Look at this, brother! Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year..."

"And this, at this time we see each other but don't hear each other, may the moonlight shine on you—"

Lin Shu was pulled by his sleeves and couldn't get away. He was about to cast a magic spell to get away, but he heard innocently: "What do you mean?"

That person has a new goal: "Little friend is very good at learning!"

No shame in ignoring him.

The man began to explain: "This Qianqiu poem is just the word 'missing'. The two places are separated, life and death are unknown, only on this full moon night, the world is looking at the moon in the sky, and that person must be the same-he turned into something outside , take advantage of the moonlight to reunite with the man who watches the moon...Little friend, it will take you more than ten years to understand the truth."

No shame, expressionless: "Where is Minzhou City?"

Seeing his blood-red eyes, the man was stunned immediately, as if his soul was captured, he pointed to the south.

Lin Shu no longer cared about this poetic idiot, and headed south. At first, the direction was unclear, until he saw the sky in the south, half of which was covered with blood.

The flames of war are everywhere.

a mess.

Lin Shu followed the blood to the city gate.

Seeing the army stationed outside the city, it was solemn.

In the city, the forbidden technique has fallen, and the sound of howling shakes the mountains.

In the past six months, Meng Jian led the army to quell the Minzhou rebellion, and the dawn has already appeared, and within three months, it will slowly descend.

However, on this day, the northern border, Changyang City was attacked, and the defenders were defeated in a deadly battle. The Southern Xia soldiers were weak, but his army had the strength to fight against the Northern Xia elite soldiers.

If the troops are withdrawn at this time, Fujian Province will be in chaos, and if Fujian Province is in chaos, the capital will be in a hurry.

If the chaos continues, once Changyang City is broken, the Northern Xia army will drive straight in, and the Southern Xia will not be able to protect the country.

No matter how one chooses, one must die, and one must always face such a dilemma in life.

At this time, Meng Jian, the great master of the future, Shangling Jian, made a decision that he regretted for the rest of his life, but he had to make.

He invoked the ancient forbidden technique and killed all the living people in the entire Minzhou city indiscriminately - the Minzhou rebels completely lost the possibility of rebellion.

Then, the army immediately set off and rushed to the Beixia battlefield.

Lin Shu took a white gauze hat and put it on his head, and walked to the handsome tent in the center.

The young Meng Jian stood in the open space, looking at the blood in the city, which illuminated his face.

Lin Shudao: "General."

His eyes slowly turned to Lin Shu.

Lin Shu didn't talk to him much.

He just took out a piece of tissue paper glowing with purple light.

There is a complex-shaped symbol on the silk.

"Soul seal." He said: "It can... attract the soul."

Meng Jian caught the purple silk, held it tightly, and took a deep look at him. His voice trembled slightly: "Thank you."

The next moment, Meng Jian suddenly looked at the guards beside him: "Go north immediately."

The horn sounded.

Meng Jian got on the horse and rode Juechen. With the sound of the horse's hooves, she led the army and disappeared into the distant sky like a tide.

Ask him without hesitation: "What are you doing?"

Lin Shu: "Save someone."

His current spirit strength is as thin as a piece of paper, barely in the realm of Jindan, and it cannot support him to rush to the border anyway.

But he can go to Fujian.

Meng Jian is at the cultivation level of crossing the catastrophe at this time, so he can do it.

And that soul seal...

Two years ago, because of the plague of chicken cubs, he searched all the classics of Qingmingdongtian, but found no record about the phoenix, but he learned this soul spell.

At that time, he thought, if he learns to control the soul, whether he can bring back Xiao Shao, who has lost his soul.

But after finishing the study, the world is so big that the soul has scattered to nowhere and is nowhere to be seen.

But, at least today, it can save a life.

According to records, when Meng Jian rushed to Changyang City, it was the time when his elder brother Meng Fan was pierced by thousands of arrows and died.

Meng Fan, who later became Mr. Meng.

In Shangling's dreams, there is always a system with a gentle smile.

Xiao Shao's soul has been scattered for a long time, and his soul cannot be reunited, but Mr. Meng is not. This soul seal can keep his soul alive.

And as long as the soul doesn't disperse, it's fine.

Lin Shu let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at him suspiciously, "Who is it?"

Lin Shu thought that this little thing was too insecure, and his mind was small enough.Back then Xiao Shao had two knives, the other was Tongbei, so he was so jealous that his eyes bleed, and wanted to strangle Yingying to death—now that Xiao Shao is gone, he was afraid that Lin Shu would not want him, and he was afraid that Lin Shu would have someone else.

He explained: "Mr. in the academy."

I am ashamed to say no more.

But Lin Shu looked at his face, frowned slightly, and said, "Your face..."

Feel free to touch his cheek.

Lin Shu saw that on his face, under the pale skin, there were some dark lines running, which looked hideous.

But he was ashamed that he couldn't touch it, so Lin Shu gave him a bronze mirror.

Wu Shi looked at his face in the mirror and said, "It's the pattern on my body."

Lin Shu thought for a while about the lines on Wuwu Daodao's body, and he could barely match it.

He asked, "Why did it appear?"

There was a slight daze in Wuwu's eyes, and he looked at the burning city of Minzhou, behind him were the screams of tens of thousands of people in the Lower City of Forbidden Art: "I said, 1000 years ago, I was buried... here. "

His whole body suddenly revealed a slight red light!

Lin Shu was stunned for a moment.

Wu Shi's whole body was frantically blurring, and the red light on the left chest became more and more intense, as thick as blood.

Black air, black air from all directions, the resentment and anger in the hearts of tens of thousands of people who died in vain in Minzhou, are like thousands of blood vessels connected to the heart, pouring into the innocent chest from all directions!

The light became brighter and brighter, and Lin Shu finally saw the appearance of the object in his chest clearly.

A beating, blood-red heart, puffing out black resentment, it was horrifying, Lin Shu had seen it once many years ago, on the high tower where the great witch lived.

Too much, too much resentment in the city of Minzhou, like a river flowing backwards, pouring into Wu Shi's chest - probably because of this, Wu Wu's spiritual power lost control and showed a vision.

Lin Shu heard her own voice trembling: "What is your heart?"

"It's my body." The innocent voice was very erratic: "Someone killed Ou Yezi's family in order to become the emperor. Ou Yezi created me for revenge, dedicated it to him, and then committed suicide. As soon as that person touched me, he died. Bleed, for I am not a knife."

His voice rang in Lin Shu's ears: "I was originally resentful."

He suddenly hugged his head, and his whole body trembled violently!

Then, he staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably.

"Minzhou City is calling me..." He panted quickly, turned to look at Lin Shu, but his eyes were filled with blood, as if he couldn't see anything, he murmured: "Lin Shu... Lin Shu, save me. "

Lin Shu: "No shame!"

Without any sign of hearing, the whole person was swept towards Minzhou City uncontrollably.

The violent resentment was like a giant beast, and the two of them were like two grains of dust under the tornado.

Lin Shu stumbled and grabbed Wuzhen's sleeve, but he led him towards Minzhou City.

Without cultivation, there is no way, no matter what you say, you can neither see nor hear...

Lin Shu pursed his lips, and clenched the folding bamboo sword in his hand.

All the remaining cultivation base was infused into the sword, and the air of extinction was entwined. He avoided the position of the heart, and stabbed the long sword into Wuxu's chest at the place where the meridians were densely packed!

As long as you can abolish the spiritual power of the innocent body...

This was the only thought left in his mind, and he continued to send the long sword forward.

The unashamed movement stopped.

He lowered his head, looked at the tip of the sword protruding from his left chest, and turned his head slowly.