He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

Here, there are actually two Rong Zi'an?

The group of disciples were young and lacking in experience, so they couldn't help showing surprise at this moment. The black-clothed Rong Zi'an saw the clue, frowned and said, "Dear fellows, have you seen another 'Rong Zi'an'?"

Zhao Wanchen was still thinking, and before he could answer, Rong Yang walked out from behind.

"Sixth Young Master?" Rong Zian in black had a similar reaction to Rong Zian in brocade clothes before: "When did you enter the secret realm? Did you get injured?"

It was a strange question, asking directly if he was injured, seemed like there was some kind of danger in this secret realm.

Rong Yang asked without answering, "What happened?"

Rongzi in black settled down, bowed his hands to Rong Yang, and then turned to Zhao Wanchen, who was obviously the leader of the team: "Since you are all disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, I dare not hide it. I don't know when the territory of Linfeng was invaded by demonic energy. Some evil cultivators took the opportunity to infiltrate into the secret realm, and used puppet techniques to provoke fellow Immortal Sects."

These words are different from that of Rong Zi'an in Jinyi before.

"Puppet art?" Zhao Wanchen frowned.

"Exactly." Rong Zi'an in black took a look at Rong Yang, saw him waving his hand, and then continued: "I don't know what kind of evil method that evil cultivator has cast, and the puppet he made is exactly like a real person. Dharma and memory can also be imitated, teaching people that it is impossible to guard against, and several murders have been committed."

The Kunlun disciples were all surprised when they heard the words, behind the crowd, Qi Hanzhi frowned.

Rong Zi'an continued: "The owner of the village was warned by the Shenmu, and forced to contact us with a secret method, and told us not to startle the snake, and secretly inform all comrades, so be prepared."

"Nonsense!" An identical voice rang out from the crowd, and Rong Zi'an in brocade clothes came out more and more, pointing at Rong Zi'an in black, and cursed: "The evil heretics are clearly caused by your evil thoughts, coveting the Rong family. The blood of the direct lineage is trying to seize the 'Pixia Pill' by force! The rats who hide their heads and show their tails have somehow changed into my appearance, and they dare to tell such a big lie, it is really a joke in the world!"

The two Rong Zi'an faced each other, and the onlookers were speechless for a while.

This... these words are not unreasonable.

The reason why Linfengjing belonged to the Rong family of Linfeng Mountain Villa was not just because of the favorable location.

Rumor has it that countless years ago, the ancestors of the Rong family became attached to Shenmu, and Shenmu voluntarily made a contract to give birth to this secret realm.Linfeng Realm opens every 30 years, and anyone with a cultivation level below Jindan can enter, but only the blood of the Rong family can open the Luoxia Lake in the center of the secret realm. Half of the money belongs to the Rong family, and the remaining half can be scattered into the cultivation world.

"Heh." Rong Zian in black sneered in response to this statement, not wanting to argue with Rong Zian in brocade, he slashed at him with a sword in his hand: "The evil animal will die."

Jin Yi Rong Zi'an was also on guard, and immediately raised his sword to meet him, and said: "The evil devil will die."

With just these two sentences, the two of them fought together.

Kunlun didn't take any action to stop it, and the dozen or so pursuers from Rong Zi'an in black didn't know what to do, and didn't intervene, so the two sides surrounded the battlefield tightly.

Surrounded by the crowd, the two figures struggled for a long time, and everyone felt a little subtle.

Gein, the two Rong Zi'an had the same appearance, the same weapons, and even the same moves!

If it wasn't for one person in black and one in brocade, they would have been completely indistinguishable by now.

Rong Yang also frowned. He originally thought that since the two of them had a fake, there must be a flaw in that move.

But not at all.

Seeing that there would be no results, Rong Yang said in a deep voice, "Stop!"

When the words fell, although the two Rong Zi'an were unwilling, they both followed the words and returned to their original places.

I heard that the Rong family has a strict hierarchy, which can be seen from this.

Zhao Wanchen looked at Rong Yang, who shook his head.

The scene was silent for a while.

A disciple from Kunlun suggested: "Since one of the two must be pretending, why doesn't Master Rong ask some questions that others don't know?"

Rong Zian in Jinyi looked at the one in black and snorted coldly: "Young Master Six, just ask."

Rong Zi'an in black shook his head: "The reason why this puppet person is difficult to distinguish is that the evil spirit didn't know what kind of means it used, and even the memory can be reproduced, I'm afraid..."

"Nonsense!" Before he could finish speaking, Jin Yi Rong Zian interrupted him.

Rong Zian in black sneered and didn't answer.

Rong Yang was still thinking, behind the crowd, Qi Hanzhi focused his eyes on the two Rong Zi'an's heads, his eyes were dark, and he didn't have any other thoughts.

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Lin?" A familiar voice came from beside my ear.

Qi Hanzhi was silent for a moment, then replied, "Sixi."

Immortal cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, and the two of them did not deliberately lower their voices. At this time, everyone looked at them, but most of the young disciples looked at a loss, and only a few of them suddenly realized that Duan Yan, who was closest to the two, blurted out: "Dare to ask Fellow Daoist Lin?" , but 400 years ago, the 'Silk Opera' that caused the Yanzhou Rebellion?"

"410 seven years." Subconsciously blurted out the precise time, Qi Hanzhi's voice was as cold as his expression.

"Ah, yes." Duan Yan responded repeatedly, thinking that Lin Daoyou was serious and careful in reading, and he was not as good as him.

"What is Silk Opera?" Someone asked.

Duan Yan looked left and right, and saw that neither the Immortal Venerable nor Lin Daoyou was going to speak, so he explained: "'Sixi Opera' is a sinister technique created by the evil cultivator Cen Yu, which is based on the 'puppet show' often played in the mortal world. Cen Yu's silk opera is divided into three grades, the third grade is called "paper puppets", and the second grade is called "blood puppets". The appearance, skills, memory of the puppet made and the person whose blood was taken, in short, everything you can think of is the same."

After explaining this point, all the disciples looked at Rong Zi'an together, and vaguely understood.

The two Rong Zi'an looked at each other, and Qi Qi took two steps away from each other in disgust.

Zhou Ling tugged at Duan Yan's sleeve, and asked again hastily, "Senior Brother Ah Yan, what about the first-class puppet?"

When Duan Yan heard this, his expression was not very good: "The first-class puppets are called 'human puppets'. Human puppets don't need essence, blood, treasures of heaven and earth, they just need to embed the puppet thread into the human brain .”

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard the words, Zhou Ling stuttered and asked, "Then, that Yanzhou City..."

"Everyone in the city has become puppets. By the time Xianzong noticed it, it was too late."

"At that time, the Immortal Venerable Yuan Ying went to Yanzhou in person, and cut off the evil cultivator's head one by one with one sword. However, the silk drama hooked up the whole city..." Duan Yan closed his eyes: "The puppet is still alive, the magician Not dead."

The explanation by Qi Hanzhi's ears gradually became hard to hear, as if some distant voice came from a long journey, tearing apart the blockage of memory, with a vague sweet fragrance and blood, piercing into his boring past.

410 Seven years ago, just as the new snow fell and the New Year's Eve was approaching, every household in Yanzhou City hung red lanterns.

"Aqi, let's write a pair..."

"No." He heard his young self, with a voice that had never been arrogant and indulgent, as if he was sullen: "You wrote a copy for the girl next door to the Wang family yesterday. A person who doesn't know big characters to write?"

Someone laughed softly, and then held his hand from behind: "Miss Wang's pair is thirty pieces."

"Thirty Wen?" He was surprised, and then there was some yin and yang in his voice: "It must be collected, so how can it be the right money, isn't it a betrothal gift?"

"Three matchmakers and six engagements, both parties should first invite a matchmaker, and then ask for lottery, name, Najib, Najib, date, and personal welcome." The man's voice was unhurried: "There are three letters and six rituals... "

"Then why don't you hurry up and hire a matchmaker, why are you writing a pair here?" He was completely angry, and shook off the hand that was holding him.

The man wrapped his arms around his waist and laughed, seeing that he was really angry, he said: "I only took three coins, and they all turned into candied haws and went into your stomach."

It snowed that day.

The man was standing in front of the door, posting his nonsensical couplet.

"Financial resources come in day and night," he said with a light smile, "Is it the wealth that comes in, or day and night?"

The young little Fenghuang didn't answer, holding indescribable and too obvious thoughts.

"A piece of candied haws and three pieces of paper is indeed a source of wealth, otherwise how can I support you?" Before he could say anything angrily, the man took a pen and wrote down a line - Qin and Se coincide with each other year after year.

"Are you really admitted to that number one scholar?" Little Fenghuang pursed her lips, couldn't hide her smile, but was still muttering, "What is this right? I'm afraid it's because Miss Wang disliked it, so I only gave it to Sanwen."

The man was still smiling.

and then?

Qi Hanzhi was stunned, and pressed his heart with one hand, and the place where the "heart core" was born, a vast void of powerlessness and great sadness surged up.

Every year...

The red lanterns of thousands of households were stained with blood, and the couplets he pasted up with his own hands a few days ago were ruined and turned into thick-colored catkins, which fell back to the hands of the young little Phoenix with the wind, stained with scarlet, and only one sentence remained. "every year".

"Aqi, don't look." The man's hands were cold and stiff, and he only stubbornly covered his eyes: "You'll be fine when you wake up."

Who is that person?

He tried his best to search in his mind, but he couldn't remember even a little bit.

There is only fresh snow in Yanzhou that can't be seen at a glance, a snowy night with a full moon, and a puppet show that sings until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The fairy is like in the clouds, the sword in his hand reflects the cold light of the moonlit night, the uncooled blood rolls down, and those fresh faces are mixed in the dark red soil one by one, and they bump into the eyes through the trembling and cold fingers.

Why... he can't remember.

That clearly should be a very important, very important person.

"Fellow Daoist Lin?" Duan Yan didn't know when he finished speaking, he turned his head to look over, and wanted to ask Fellow Daoist Lin, who was well-versed and knowledgeable, if he was wrong, but seeing him in a daze, he hurriedly said, "Fellow Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Hanzhi suddenly pulled away from the sudden memory, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "No problem."

His voice was a bit deep, but the tone was the same when he talked about the Yanzhou Rebellion just now, the young disciples didn't take it seriously, only Xie Yunlian watched it for a long time.

The demonic energy in his body became agitated again, boiling in Qihanzhi's dantian meridian, if he wanted to arouse his emotions even more out of control, it would be better to go crazy completely.

It's been a long time since this feeling was felt. Every demon who climbed up from the abyss knows that the most terrifying thing there is not the dangerous environment or the aliens exiled here, but the majestic and turbulent turbidity.

Those turbid qis that come from the same source as the inner demons continue to arouse emotions, make people collapse, and make people crazy.

Many big demons look abnormal, indifferent, moody, all kinds of things, but they just watch.

Demons are the craziest, and so are the most rational and calm.

The Lord of Demons is even more so.

The hand on the heart was retracted, and the handsome monk dressed in black looked calm, his lowered eyes seemed to chuckle: "It's been too long."

Xie Yunlian's brows were heavy, his eyes pursued and fell on his body, and the trance could give people a burning illusion.

Qi Hanzhi walked forward, didn't look back, didn't want to pay attention to it, and didn't pay attention to it.

"Since you can't tell the difference, why not kill them all.