After coaxing old enemies into avatars

The afterimage cast a deep gaze on Sheng Huaizhao, with a myriad of scenery in his eyes, but in the end it was just silence.

"If you can do it."

After the last sentence fell, the afterimage disappeared like a lake surface crushed by stones, disappearing without a trace.

Sheng Huaizhao snorted coldly, the icicles that bound his hands seemed to be shaken by the secret force in his eyes, and shattered into pieces.

And the scene that had just been injected into the mind turned into a burst of swimming aura, filling the limbs and repairing the heart.

... He actually healed Sheng Huaizhao with his last aura.

Xu is asking for others, that's why he is so considerate.

The cold dissipated, and the brain that had been fluctuating due to emotional agitation before also calmed down.

He recalled the key word embedded in the afterimage's words - the person in the horoscope.

The days of the ancient great power "Xianyun" are longer than the days of Huai Yujianjun's enlightenment. Where did he get his natal chart, and why is he so sure that that person is himself?

Sheng Huaizhao knelt down on the ground and gasped for a while, until the cold in his body was quickly expelled, and the breath in his heart veins flowed smoothly before he slowly stood up.

The natal sword that Remnant Shadow mentioned is just outside Frost Snow City.

If Sheng Huaizhao abandons everything and just wants to live alone, it is easy to escape. After all, although Xiaoji dominates Miaosha City, the ability of Wanwusheng is not scary to her, but she does not know that Wanwusheng is from Sheng Huaizhao's heart nourished by blood.

As far as breath is concerned, there is no difference between them.

Miaosha City uses the flowing breath to distinguish whether there are outsiders entering the country, and all living things absorb the soil of the Demon Realm to survive and spread, and the leaves are reborn.

Xiao Ji was deceived by her own Frost Snow City.

Sheng Huaizhao was wearing Yun Jian's robe, the flawless white concealed the bright red in the frost and snow, he followed the afterimages to avoid all the ice pawns guarding the city.

The farther he was from the Snow Palace, the colder the chill would be. He tightly wrapped his robe around his body, as if eager to obtain a trace of warmth from the remaining breath, which was supported by clouds.

System: Here we are, here is the center of Miaosha City, Budutan.

Sheng Huaizhao narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

The ancient mighty sword sinking here means who will not cross?What not to cross?

As he approached Tan Bian, the bone-piercing chill became more pronounced, and Sheng Huaizhao exhaled a deep white mist.

This place is so cold, but there is no thin ice on the surface of the lake, which is enough to show that there is another mystery in it.

The system hesitated: Host, are you really jumping?

In the original book, Shang Gu Da Neng was only used as a background board, no one cared about the origin of his life and death, and never mentioned this strange field.But now that Sheng Huaizhao broke into this plot, it was like stepping into an unknown area. No one knew whether the natal sword or other monsters were hidden under the pool.

Sheng Huaizhao rubbed his hands lightly, the palms pressed together, and the thin warmth gathered.

"He can bow his head and beg me for an uncultivated waste, so naturally it won't be a lie." Sheng Huaizhao took off the coat on his body, slowly folded it in his arms, and held it tightly.

In the past, he might have jumped off without saying anything, how can he be like this now...hesitating, reluctant to part.

I don't have a weakness, but your remonstrance was born in my heart, forcing me to stop in the gloomy and treacherous world.

If you dare to do this, you have to take responsibility.

Die easily, how can there be such an easy thing.

The jacket that was still warm was hidden in the snowdrifts, Sheng Huaizhao's eyes darkened slightly, and he fell into the cold pool holding his breath.

It’s so cold!

It was as if shattered ice was pouring down from the head, and the four limbs were stiff and unable to move. In a trance, there was an illusion of Chen Tan's sudden death and coldness.

Xuanbing fell on his shoulders, and the long and painful winter fell on every inch of his skin. His flesh and blood seemed to become fragile and cold due to the cold, and all his feelings gradually peeled off.

The physical pain gradually became smaller and smaller, Sheng Huaizhao only felt something in his chest was gradually swelling and healing.

... the spiritual core.

The deeper you go into the pool, the clearer the chest movement becomes. The previously unconscious limbs seem to be on the verge of a certain value and then suddenly fall back, with residual warmth rising.

Sheng Huaizhao heard that people who freeze to death will feel hot before death, because the hypothalamus temperature regulation center is out of balance, which is misleading by the human body and an ominous omen.

Holding his breath, he tried his best to head back to the bottom of the water. At the end of the long darkness, he finally saw a glimmer of light.

...is a sword.

A rusty sword inserted into the icy coffin.

The afterimage didn't lie to him.

When Hukou held the hilt of the sword and felt his hand, Sheng Huaizhao was sure that he was not dying, but that he really didn't feel cold.

The Rusty Sword, which had been silent for many years, seemed to be summoned suddenly, and gradually opened up in the cold water.

He knelt down on the ice coffin, panting heavily, the breath he exhaled seemed to slowly seep into the ice coffin, slowly melting the coffin's face blurred by ice and snow.

Although he already knew that everything underwater was not in line with common sense, but he still couldn't help thinking about the reasons.

The corpse was sunk in the deep pool, with a sword as a monument, the ancient great power admired by everyone unexpectedly died in Xiaoji's hands so desolately and lonely.

If it were any other monk, he would be deeply moved, but Sheng Huaizhao did not waver in the slightest.After all, this is just someone else's love-hate entanglement, so what does it have to do with him?

Sensing that an external force was about to pull the sword out of the ice coffin, Rusty Sword tried to resist, but was soothed by the aura condensed in Sheng Huaizhao's palm.

The soul of the sword merged into one, and the remnant sword came out of the coffin lightly, and quickly transformed into a shape with Sheng Huaizhao's fingertips.

The sword spirit buzzed, and suddenly a gentle light flashed in front of Sheng Huaizhao's eyes.

The voice of the afterimage echoed in my ears for the second time: "Name it, call it."

Sheng Huaizhao was silent and did not understand.

System: Host, this mighty power is to pass on your natal sword to you. It has abandoned its old form and reborn from its cocoon. You need to name it, and it will be your natal sword from now on!

Sheng Huaizhao frowned: Generally speaking, under the guidance of seniors from the sky, casually pick up such cool stories like Shenwu, isn't it the halo that only the male protagonist has?How did it fall on my head?

The system was silent for a long while: In the original book, Yunjian obtained his natal sword after a battle with Xie Jinyi. His saber was broken by Xie Daojun who went mad, and Huaiyujianjun later used it to clean up the disciples who betrayed the sect. Go to Mian'an to visit the injured Yun Jian.

He brought the well-known young man to the forging knife spring in the heaven, and said that the ancient master had a natal sword sealed in the center of the spring, and if he could break the seal, the sword would be able to recognize its owner again.

In the world of comprehension, as long as it is a sword cultivator, it is like seeing the legendary natal sword, but unfortunately, no one has the ability and fate to enter the forging knife spring.

Only Yun Jian lived up to expectations, sank into the spring for three days, and the famous sword changed hands.

This is one of the key plots of the original book, but what Yun Jian experienced after entering the forging knife spring, and how much suffering he suffered, are data that the system cannot read.

System: Yun Jian named the sword at that time—violation of orders.

The meaning is to defy fate, not to be bound by everything in the world, but only for the heart of the sword, free and easy.

At that time, when the name of the sword came out, all the seven sects respected the young man's arrogance, and at the same time deeply realized that the world of cultivation would change because of him.

The system rubbed its hands together: Host, why don't you follow the original book and choose something similar?

Although the plot has changed now, Xie Jinyi did not fall into the devil, and Huai Yujian Jun did not lead Yun Jian into the forging knife spring, but the core plot of the famous sword passed down by the ancient power has not changed.

Now Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian are of the same mind. If his host can't grasp the tricks of the artifact in the future and throws it to Yun Jian, the original plot will be connected.

Sheng Huaizhao frowned, apparently not expecting so much trouble to hold a sword.

He even casually called the black cat he picked up back then as "Mimi", but now he not only has to name a sword, but also makes it so grand.

Shi Shiran thought for a while, then said softly, "One handle."

system:.

Why not call it Ertong.

Spirit Sword was silent for a moment before his eyes, as if he couldn't believe his new name, he didn't move for a long time.

Sheng Huaizhao: "Didn't you hear? Your new name is Yishan."

His repeated voice definitely symbolizes that there is no room for turning around, the golden light on the scabbard is dazzling, burning ancient characters that Sheng Huaizhao has never seen before.

System transformation and analysis, the engraving on it is exactly a handle.

Its host finally follows the plot and obtains its own weapon. Although half of the journey is driven by the plot...but why does it feel like it has finally risen from lv1 to lv2?

Just as Sheng Huaizhao was about to reach out and hold the hilt of the sword, he heard the system in the sea of ​​knowledge sobbing softly.

There was a headache for no reason, he just wanted to protect himself before, and he didn't really want to be a waste, as for what.

And the moment his knuckles touched the scabbard, a surge of spiritual power surged from the center of the cold pool, like the clear sky after the scorching sun broke through the dark clouds, Sheng Huaizhao's hands and feet seemed to be much lighter than before.

"Who--"

Xiao Ji's sinister voice of questioning came from all around, and Sheng Huaizhao stepped on the ice coffin with a sword, looking around vigilantly.

At the bottom of the endless deep pool, there is no abnormal movement of foreign objects falling into the water.

This is the formation formed by Xiao Ji. He moved the sword on the ice coffin, so Xiao Ji would not be unaware of it.

With a pair of gloomy gazes behind him, Sheng Huaizhao immediately understood that he was now a caged beast, and if he hadn't left Budutan, every move he made would fall into Xiao Ji's eyes.

"Who told you to come here?" The woman's voice was obviously not as calm and arrogant as before, but more of a veil hidden under hidden anger.

Sheng Huaizhao stepped on the coffin board, perhaps because he noticed the changes in his body after touching the spirit sword, his voice became less superficial: "Come to burn incense for your old friend."

The answer was too arrogant, and Xiao Ji was furious for a moment: "Get out."

Sheng Huaizhao caught her trembling and slight panic hidden at the end of the words, but calmed down: "Really? But I saw the person lying in the ice coffin clearly crying... He said that lying in this dark and cold coffin The place is very cold, looking forward to someone coming down to accompany him."

"presumptuous!"

Xiaoji's anger interrupted, and the rare panic and panic flashed through her voice, as if Sheng Huaizhao's words touched her deep hidden pain, and made her heart bloody: "Presumptuous!"

It seems that the people in this ice coffin mean a lot to her.

But since it is extraordinary, why did it sink here so sloppily, and stab it with a broken sword...

A sword pierced into the coffin. Sheng Huaizhao had experience in opening coffins, so he quickly pried a corner loose.

"What are you going to do?" Just as Xiao Ji finished speaking, thousands of ice needles struck from the surface of the water like arrows.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to block it, and a barrier suddenly opened.

He and the ice coffin were protected by a light barrier, and the fallen ice needles shattered and scattered, turning into powder and dissolving in the water.

"Xiao Ji."

A hoarse male voice came from the water, Sheng Huaizhao opened his eyes, and saw a man covered in blood and scars standing outside the barrier.

...that mighty one.

Xiao Ji seemed to be strangled by someone in an instant, and her boundless hatred was crushed between her teeth. She stared at the person in front of her tightly: "...Xue Chongli, you finally dare to come to see me?"

Sheng Huaizhao half-kneeled on top of the ice coffin, looking at the two people in front of him vigilantly on the surface, and silently pushed the sword into the depths of the ice coffin with his right hand holding the sword.

His cultivation base is too low, and his ability to enter the cold pool depends entirely on his great ability...that is, Xue Chongli's protection.

But he is just a lingering remnant soul, and there must be an unknown love-hate relationship with Xiao Ji. If Xiao Ji really disregarded her feelings and made a killing intent in the end, he definitely couldn't resist the three moves.

He has to find a way to protect himself.

But before he could pry open the ice coffin, the surrounding pools of water suddenly condensed into ice, chasing him like a solid cage, trying to enclose him in it.

"Xiao Ji, your ice cage can't catch me." Xue Chongli said quietly, "You know very well that I'm already dead."

There was no strong emotion attached to every word he said, he just stated a fact calmly and calmly, but it fell into Xiao Ji's ears like a sharp knife.

"So? What do you want to express?" Xiao Ji's sinister smile oozes sarcasm, "You want to say that I am overestimated, knowing that you are no longer a person in the world, and you can ridiculously tear your remnant soul into thousands Thousands of clues, imprisoned in every place in Miaosha City?"

Before Xue Chongli answered, Xiao Ji heard Xiao Ji's almost crazy laughter: "Xue Chongli, Xue Chongli, you are still ridiculously proud. Do you still think that I keep you here because of some old love and nostalgia?"

The secret that no one in the cultivation world knows, was mentioned by Xiao Ji in the most disgusting tone: "What are you, worthy of my memory for thousands of years?"

Xiaoji was originally a wandering spirit born in Miaosha City, and the day Miaosha City was located was the day when she was born.It's just that it took her a long time to gain wisdom and transform into form for thousands of years.

She was originally a spiritual creature, and if she survived the doomed catastrophe, she would be able to ascend steadily and become a goddess overlooking the heaven and earth.

It's a pity that she was defeated before the doomed catastrophe.

At that time, Xiao Ji transformed into a thousand-year-old form and left Miaosha City in order to overcome the catastrophe. She went to the world to witness all partings of life and death, and to see all the tastes of life.

She thought she understood love, hatred, anger and ignorance, but she picked up an abandoned baby in the barren hills the day before she was going back to Miaosha City.

The baby was as skinny as wood, his breath was weak, and even the crying was intermittent and nearly breathless, and the smell coming not far away was a wild wolf that ate flesh and blood and had no mercy.

Xiao Ji was moved with compassion, and picked up the child from the ground.

The toddler stopped crying in her arms, looked at her with a pair of pure and beautiful eyes, stretched out his hands hungrily, and cried loudly after she had no response.

He was obviously crying and dumb before, but as soon as someone cared a little bit, he seemed to be full of life.

At that time, Xiaoji, who had never personally tasted the raising of children by ordinary women, and did not understand the kindness of nurturing, was shaken, so she slowed down the time to go back to Miaosha City, and settled down in the barren hills.

The life of an ordinary person is only a few dozen years, and it is only a drop in the ocean compared to a god like her who has been flicking his fingers for thousands of years.

At first she just called the abandoned baby "Wah-wah" because he was always crying and crying endlessly.

Later one day when she was going down the mountain, a fortune teller at a stall on the side of the road said that she had met a spirit. bright.

He got a "wow" in Xiaoji's arms, saying that he was a spirit.

"This son's fate is extraordinary, and he will surely achieve something in the future." The operator pinched his fingers and muttered for a while, but frowned and looked at Xiao Ji, "but it's against you."

Xiao Ji was transformed from a god, and she is the closest existence to the sky. She doesn't believe in any numerology calculations of good fortune and good fortune.

Anyway, this child is only helping her in her cultivation, and it is his way to have an extraordinary fate, as long as he raises him to poop.

Can a mere mortal harm her divine body?

Xiao Ji didn't think so, and went to read the ancient books in person, chose a surname, and named Xue Chongli for Wawa.

Ceremony, shoes also.

It means beating drums to offer jade and worshiping gods.

Xiaoji is the god of Wawa, and Chongli is to make Wawa respect her more.

Since the operator said that his fate is extraordinary, Xiao Ji used her own power to moisten the barren mountain, cultivate the spiritual veins, and let the essence of the world be made by him. If she really becomes a person above ten thousand people in the future, it will be considered as a credit to her face.

This is how their relationship should be.

But Xiaoji has been alone for too long. In the ten thousand years before her transformation, she was troubled by loneliness, and her bones would be broken several times in the cold wind and frost, but year after year, she finally survived. And he took loneliness for granted, hiding in his own flesh and bones.

But as time goes by, Wawa has grown from a babbling toddler to an innocent teenager, he is no longer an orphan who met her silently in the wilderness, but a warm day that has warmed her for more than ten years.

The sun that had never appeared in Miao Sha City was picked up by her from the world.

Xiaoji gradually changed from "raising him for a lifetime" to "hoping that he will live forever".

She can always be an ordinary sibling with the boy in the mountains, as long as Chongli does not leave her life.

Until one day later, she packed the backpack of the boy who came back from the private school in the city.

There is a letter inside, which reads: If you ask how long you have been in love, unless you meet each other. *

The young man who came out after changing his clothes looked at the piece of poetry in her hand, blushing with shame.

This is Sauvignon Blanc.

Her Chongli unexpectedly became attached to her unconsciously, with a strong affection, no less than her desire for a warm sun.

It was the first time that Xiao Ji felt such a sense of panic when she lived to be more than ten thousand years old.

At first she just wanted a sun, not to fall into the love of the world, but in the end she still wanted to be a goddess in the sky.

In order to sever the love of Chongli, she personally led him into the way of swordsmanship. If he doesn't practice swordsmanship, she won't show up for a day.

Xiao Ji meditates in secluded retreat, blocking everything from the outside world, except for the day when Xue Chongli broke the mirror, otherwise nothing will disturb her practice.

Those who practice swordsmanship must break their hearts and minds. If Xue Chongli wants to see her, he must endure the pain of love separation, but he sinks into the sword with all his heart, but only to see her as soon as possible.

Practicing the sword for the sake of severing thoughts, practicing the sword just to see her, this is a self-defeating deadlock, Xue Chongli has no hesitation and is getting deeper and deeper.

Xiao Ji avoided the taboo for dozens of years, but no one knew how he tortured himself and realized the sword of misery.

However, the two hadn't met yet, the demon emperor's son was born, and someone coveted the spirit vein created by Xiao Ji.

Xue Chongli fought desperately and was defeated by the Demon Emperor. Yuanxing Palace rescued him in time and took him away, but Xiaoji knew nothing about it.

After more than ten years after she returned to the chaos, she finally got deeper and deeper. She regretted and was afraid, and her heart became more and more terrified. On the day she came out of the mountain again, Xue Chongli had already fulfilled her wish. Jun.

"Xue Chongli, I sent your shattered soul into Miaosha City to let you know what will happen to you if you disobey me." Xiao Ji said viciously.

Love and hate ebb and flow. After Xiao Ji lost Xue Chongli, her distracting thoughts made her unable to break her destiny. The missed past made it difficult for them to continue their relationship. She had nothing to gain. Divide her belonging into two, and let many evil spirits in the world invade the other end.

All the previous favors and love were cut off, and Xiao Ji only hated him deeply.

So even if she sacrificed half of her life, Xue Chongli would have to die.

I am the one who picks you up, raises you, protects you and pampers you, and even develops a spiritual vein for your growth. Even though I couldn't understand my own heart in the early years and drove you to a corner... all you lost is Just lust.

Why is it so vicious that even the land where I was born and raised me has to be divided into two, and it has become a demonic domain that the world despises and fears.

The more she thought about it, the more she hated Xue Chongli. The ice skates all over the sky chased Xue Chongli's soul. Xiao Ji wished that he would be broken into fine sand and never see each other again in this life.

Even with the light screen in front of him, Sheng Huaizhao felt that Xiao Ji had murderous intentions.

The owner of Miao Sha City wanted to make it easy for a remnant soul to disappear, but when the ice blade was about to fall on Xue Chongli, it was stuck in the air and did not make any progress.

"Xue Chongli——" Xiao Ji was furious, "You have tried your best to hide and hide for so many years, and now you want to show up for an outsider who hurt me... Do you want to protect him from harm? I am not as good as you want! I will let you You just watched him die!"

The ice blade turned around quickly, and went towards Sheng Huaizhao in the barrier, one after another, and after being blocked by the light barrier, it turned into a sharper black ice and hit it.

She is crazy.

Sheng Huaizhao knew that even Xue Chongli could not save this situation, so with a horizontal wrist, the sword pierced into the ice coffin violently pried open the dusty coffin lid.

Before the barrier of the scabbard shattered, Sheng Huaizhao opened the old ice tomb.

And inside the ice coffin, there is indeed nothing, only a minimalist ice sign, which reads - Aizi, the tomb of Nianli.

When seeing these four words clearly, Sheng Huaizhao only felt a pain in his brow.

It was as if something that had been lost had suddenly flowed back into my mind.

...He saw the scene of Xue Chongli leaving Miaosha City with a baby in his arms under the rain of blood.

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*Excerpted from "Long Lovesickness·Long Lovesickness" by Yan Jidao