Su Bian Cultivation World

Lord White Tiger?Xie Chuncan's family-breaking enemy turned out to be the White Tiger Lord Baihezhou?

Luo Jiujiang was a little shocked for a moment, he took a deep breath, and asked calmly: "Brother Xie, is it confirmed?"

Xie Chuncan smiled bleakly, there was only endless bitterness in the smile.

"I was still young at that time, and I only knew that Xie's family was praying for books to bring disaster. As for the mysterious and noble friend of the elders, I don't know his identity."

He raised his right hand, looked at his right palm a little dazedly, his gaze moved slowly across the vertical and horizontal skin lines, as if he was staring at every thick ink book he had written in these years Just strokes.

"Five years... I have been tracking down for five full years."

He returned to the old land of the Xie clan, but it was replaced by a new family long ago.

Xie Chuncan climbed over the wall to enter the new family land at night, with his toes on the ground, he silently passed over a dozen rooms.He appeared in every small courtyard that was once decorated with colorful plants and trees, and was once burned to ruins, but he failed to find any traces of the past.

The entire Xie Clan has been torn down and rebuilt, and the layout is completely different from before.The Xie family is a scholarly family, and the layout is elegant and quiet, natural and inaction, but the new Han family who came to build a family is full of gold and jade, and can boast of being rich.

Xie Chuncan couldn't even find a pinch of charred soil inside, as if the night in his memory that the mansion was full of fire and the long street was covered with blood didn't exist.

Since it was not possible to search for traces secretly, he changed his name to Zeng Jiunian, pretended to be an ordinary casual cultivator, and went to the Han family as a guest.In the past three months, he has put on a kind, cowardly, wimpy and easy-to-talk skin, and bit by bit opened the mouths of everyone he could come into contact with.

In the end and finally, he got the most important message from the third elder of the Han family, which also made him burn with anger.

That night, the old Patriarch of the Han family died in his bedroom with a short arrow stuck in his throat.

No one could figure out who killed him, and until his death, Patriarch Han didn't recognize Xie Chuncan's face clearly.

As one of the exterminations who personally participated in the Xie Clan, he has lived in the old land of the Xie Clan these years, and there is not a single night when he feels so guilty that it is difficult to fall asleep.

But that doesn't matter anymore, it's not that I don't report, the time has not yet come.

Under the reflection of a bleak and cold moon, the archer with a strong bow stood high on the top of a tree branch, looking down at the Han family that had become turbulent due to the death of the old Patriarch.

At this moment, the trembling family in turmoil and panic is so similar to that night 15 years ago.

Xie Chuncan looked at the brightly lit Han family, showing a cruel and cold smile.

He withdrew his hand, turned and left, not letting the land be purified by the flowing flames for the second time.This was not because he felt sympathy and pity, but because he was afraid that his actions would be too big to scare the snake.

In the next few years, Xie Chuncan almost kept wandering outside.He groped up layer by layer, and sometimes he had to start all over again when the clue was broken.He disguised himself as a swordsman, a thief, a gambler, a murdered soldier...

He took out the news from a person, using the babbling when he was so drunk that his two faces were full of tears, using the cover-up that he was a dying dog, using threats, using a knife, and also using a crying, A child the same age as he was.

A few years later, when Xie Chuncan looked back and thought about it, he felt that he was crazy at that time.

But paranoia is originally the background color of Xie Chuncan's character that cannot be ignored.He could become a running dog with no morals in the death zone for revenge, or he could let Feng Xue go for an apology, and he could persist through the death zone's hunting order for half a year.He is willing to cut his wrist three times in the underground palace, at all costs to save Luo Jiujiang's life, and he will use all means when he is only a few feet away from the truth.

As long as it works, as long as he wants it.

Of course, he was also hunted down and countered, and fell into the trap of those who were alert to the past time and time again.He was poisoned, and when he spit out black blood, half of his body was split by a sword...

The most miserable time was when he lay weakly in the cave, the wild deer licked the blood on his face, and the flies silently landed on the large and small wounds on his body to lay eggs.And he couldn't even make a sound to drive it away, and when the tinnitus occasionally stopped, he could almost hear the sound of his internal organs decaying.

But in the end he survived, walked out of the cave, and put his life back into the mystery that made him survive.Then he succeeded.

He was the one who survived, not those people.

After repeated confirmation, all the objects of hatred point to one person, that is the White Tiger Lord Baihezhou.

But Xie Chuncan didn't elaborate on this with Luo Jiujiang.He didn't tell Luo Jiujiang his experiences over the years, nor did he tell Luo Jiujiang how many times he had narrowly missed death.

He just pulled down his collar, revealing a white scar on his throat that was so poisonous that it couldn't be erased even if his cultivation level was as high as Nascent Soul.

"This is the news I paid for with my life." He said succinctly, "There will be no mistakes."

Luo Jiujiang stared at the long scar on Xie Chuncan's neck, and could almost imagine through it how Xie Chuncan's neck was cut in half.

The whitish scar seemed to be a long horizontal line, hooking a part of Luo Jiujiang's memory, making him feel familiar for no reason.

What does it look like... He has seen something recently, although he doesn't think it's important, but it always feels a little bit wrong...

Luo Jiujiang shuddered violently!

"Brother Xie," he murmured, "Master Baihu, Baihezhou, I know, it's the arena!"

"what?"

Xie Chuncan and Han Qianling turned their attention to Luo Jiujiang at the same time, and Luo Jiujiang finally figured out the joint.

That's right, the friend who hides his murderous intentions behind his back, the friend who hides his head and shows his tail, and finally shows a little hypocrisy and kindness is indeed Baihezhou!

The doubt that once flashed in Luo Jiujiang's mind more than half a month ago has now become the best proof of Xie Chuncan's experience.Luo Jiujiang gritted his teeth and said: "Compared to the three characters in Douchang, 'the calligraphy inscribed by the Lord White Tiger himself'... no wonder it was a flag, no wonder it was hung with a banner!"

At that glance, Luo Jiujiang felt that the three characters Dou Zi Dou Yi was about to say were Shuqi.

It's just that it has been used in Xie Chuncan's hands not only superbly, but also according to local conditions.But in the hands of Baihezhou, there is only an empty shell left.

The spiritual bones of Baihezhou's Shuqi and Xie Chuncan's Shuqi were too different, so Luo Jiujiang didn't recognize it.

Speaking of it, Luo Jiujiang had long felt that something was wrong: compared to a place like the arena, it would be more appropriate to hang plaques and erect monuments, but why did you use a long pole to raise a red flag high?

--Because Lord White Tiger's book prayer was stolen.

Xie's scriptures are always written on the inside of the clothes, and special fabrics are used as carriers.And Xie Chuncan, as the most gifted youngest son of the Xie family, was able to make prayers on paper at the age of five.

And Lord White Tiger, this brazen thief, this despicable person who occupies the magpie's nest, even if he managed to get the book prayer method by all means, he is a hundred years older than Xie Chuncanxu, but so far he can only use cloth to make book prayers according to the scriptures. .

He took other people's painstaking efforts, forcibly took this technique as his own, and then hanged the evidence of the crime in the sect in a grand manner.

Luo Jiujiang has seen Taotie's superiority and Qiongqi's self-righteousness, but this is the first time he has seen the cunning and hypocrisy of the White Tiger Lord.

Luo Jiujiang was almost shocked by how despicable and shameless he was.

"What's better than the arena?" Xie Chuncan asked.He stared at Luo Jiujiang closely, not letting go of any of his eyes.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and as ferocious as a leopard. His eyes were full of coldness and hardness honed by life on the line of life and death over the years.

Luo Jiujiang tried his best to use the most euphemistic words, but even so, after listening to his description, Xie Chuncan still couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.

He laughed absurdly at this incident, and he laughed until tears filled his eyes: isn't it funny?This thing was so ridiculous from beginning to end.

The Xie family suddenly became rich, they knew that they were stepping on the tip of a knife, and they knew that they should walk cautiously every step of the way.They guarded against almost all expected dangers, but they did not expect that the most ruthless cut came from the most trusted backer and friend.

As for Baihezhou, as the master of the White Tiger, as the master of one realm in the Four Elephants Realm, he is almost going to be rich all over the world, and he has no relationship with the Xie family.Compared with him, there is almost nothing in the Xie family that can catch his fancy, but he just covets the most terrible thing.

Even if it is not enough to have mastered the method of Shuqi, he has to be the only one.

"I want to kill him." Xie Chuncan said coldly.He looked calm and composed, but in fact he was clearly out of whack with anger.In a short breath, he actually repeated these four words three times in a row.

"Brother Xie's enemy is my enemy." Luo Jiujiang said decisively, interrupting Xie Chuncan's muttering, "Baihezhou, let's kill him together."

"This is a big matter, we can discuss it in the long term." Luo Jiujiang patted Xie Chuncan's shoulder and said, "Brother Xie, you..."

Xie Chuncan looked at Luo Jiujiang for a while, and suddenly said almost abruptly: "Jiujiang, come and drink with me."

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The full moon silently illuminated the long figures in the courtyard, a long table was placed in the small courtyard, and there was no food but wine on the table.

Zhuyeqing, Jinjinglu, Wenjun Wine, Huangteng Wine, Qionghuafang, Fenghechun, Qingbaidang... The carved table is full of large and small wine vessels from beginning to end, from jade pots, silver bottles and ivory bottles to The golden cup porcelain dendrobium gem bucket, the clearest wine and the thickest and clearest jade wine are next to each other, and the courtyard is full of fragrant and mellow wine.

Xie Chuncan picked up the biggest jar on the bench, and it weighed at least five catties in his arms.He held up the wine jar and looked up to the sky, the wine dripped down, and his Adam's apple rolled back and forth.The excess wine was all splashed on his face and clothes, dripping wetly down his temples.

When Xie Chuncan shook the round wine jar and smashed it into pieces on the ground, his face was wet, and he wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, enough to make people unable to tell whether it was wine or tears.

He breathed heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were red.

"It's all good wine, it stings so badly that it chokes the eyes." Xie Chun smiled sadly.

Luo Jiujiang's fists clenched and then opened, and finally he picked up a high tong with a four-legged animal's head, drank it all in one gulp, and then smashed the tong on the ground with a clang!

He let out a long breath, and said with a forced smile: "This wine is too powerful, I'm going to lose my grip."

The two looked at each other, and the same grief and self-deception flashed in their eyes.

After a while, Xie Chuncan laughed loudly, and chanted loudly: "How can you live up to such a good night of wine?" He swayed his body and moved to the front of the table, and picked up a crystal cup.

No one can say how much wine the two of them drank with each other that night.

It's just that at the end of the drink, Xie Chuncan became drunk. The descendants of the scholarly family even got drunk more elegantly than others.He took out a wolf hair as thick as an adult man's thumb from his arms, stretched out his hand to hold a small jar of green bamboo leaves, dipped it in the slightly emerald green wine, and the dripping handwriting splashed on the white wall in the blink of an eye.

"Ling Luo Qi Chi has a glass of wine, and the master offers the guest a long life." Xie Chuncan muttered to himself, and in the gap between the first sentence, he took another sip from the mouth of the wine jar.

"Master's father journeyed to the west and couldn't return, and his family members broke the willows in front of the door." This altar of bamboo leaves was too thick and strong, and Xie Chuncan choked, leaving two lines of clear wine in his eyes.

The man in the allusion went in and out of the customs for a long time, but he still had family members who were willing to send him off after all.

And Xie Chuncan... not only has no family, if this revenge fails, he will be ashamed of not being able to use the old name "Xie Jianhuan" for the rest of his life.

After writing this, Xie Chuncan's face has changed into a willow, Fangzheng's simple and simple fonts gradually become thin and firm, and the brush strokes are drawn out between strokes, like a depression that has nowhere to go, and in the end he can only Becomes a stagnant drop of ink at the end.

When I wrote the sentence "the sky is old and the earth is old", the calligraphy dipped in wine and made into ink, and carried on the wall, seemed to become a calligraphy prayer again.Depressed and resentful, the air of wanting nothing is scattered, as long as someone casts his eyes on this wall for more than a blink of an eye, he can feel the meaning of "good fortune tricks me" rushing towards his face!

When the words "Please Enze" fall down, although the poem is not finished, the prayer for the book has already taken shape. The grievances that have been played by fate for many years, wandered in the ups and downs of time, and have no relatives and friends have been released like arrows. It's just waiting for Xie Chuncan to put the finishing touches on it, just relying on the traction of the Qi veins, it's enough to make people go crazy.

Xie Chuncan admired his work from right to left, and suddenly sneered, and the next moment, the wine jar supported by his bare left elbow flew straight out, crashing into the wall with a bang, causing splashes in all directions. Fragments, clear green wine splashed and flowed, instantly staining the wall and the book that was about to be completed.A few pieces of sharp stoneware bounced back and hit Xie Chuncan's front with a slap, but Xie Chuncan ignored it.

He dropped the big pen he was holding, pressed the weight of his whole body on the wall, pressed his forehead against the wet wall of wine, and wrote down the last sentence of the poem word by word with his nails.

"A young man's mind should be clouded, whoever thinks of Youhan sits and sits, uh."

His strokes are so vigorous that the lime that he painted the wall has already stained the crevices of his nails white.Xie Chun cruelly engraved this sentence on the wall, watching his actions, it seemed that he wanted to engrave this sentence into his heart even more.

After finishing writing, Xie Chuncan leaned against the wall for a long time and seemed to be asleep.

Luo Jiujiang came over to help him, Xie Chuncan tilted his body, with most of his weight resting on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders, he asked in a daze, "Jiujiang, is the outer robe I gave you still there?"

"I stayed in the Spirit Snake Realm—fortunately, otherwise, with my frequency of accidents, I would have lost it long ago." Luo Jiujiang joked, but he heard Xie Chuncan muttering something in his drooping head.

Luo Jiujiang listened carefully, only to hear that what Xie Chuncan muttered between his lips was the poem that had been written on the lining of Luo Jiujiang's white robe.

I would like to be a frivolous son of Wuling, born in the Kaiyuan period of Zhenguan.Fighting cocks and running dogs live their lives, knowing neither the safety of the world nor the safety of the earth.

"That's great..." Xie Chuncan pressed his head heavily on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, this time he didn't shed any more tears, he just babbled drunkenly: "If that's the case...it's really good, Jiujiang."

Luo Jiujiang closed his eyes forcefully.

He said decisively to Xie Chuncan, who was so drunk that he was slung on his shoulders, "Brother Xie, Luo Jiujiang assures you, we will avenge your revenge together; we will kill your enemies together. The head must be ruined by you and me. Except for one death, he will never have a second ending."

Luo Jiujiang pulled out Chengxue from his waist, and carried the knife to write for him. For a moment, the silver light in the small courtyard was up and down, and the knife's aura was vertical and horizontal.What finally landed on the ugly wall was the only poem that Xie Chuncan skipped.

I am fascinated and can't be recruited, the rooster sings and the world is white!

The author has something to say: *1 "To Liquor" Tang Lihe

*2 "Phoenix Mountain" Song Wang Anshi