Heavenly practice

A hundred years is fleeting, let alone three days.

After Qin Huang said that, he didn't leave at all, but stood on the top of the mountain for three days, watching Xue Junmi's back for three days.

And Xue Junmi sat on that rock for three whole days, never turning his head back once.

Until the morning of the fourth day, Xue Junmi raised his head slightly to look at the crimson rising sun in the eastern sky, thick as blood, staining the world and his face red.

It was very similar to the day when he suppressed Tianmen that he didn't want to recall.

He stood up slowly, holding the sword that Xiao Wuya gave him in his palm.

Qin Huang smiled and transformed into his own Kunyue, "A broken sword can't shake Kunyue."

"enough."

Xue Junmi slowly drew his sword and pointed at him, "The inner alchemy of the 3-year-old monster in the sea of ​​no presumption is enough."

Qin Huang was not surprised that he knew what the thing he was feeding was, so he just smiled and drew his sword, "The difference between you and me is nothing more than tens of thousands of years of cultivation. Now that I have given you cultivation, if you If you lose, don’t say I’m invincible.”

"There is no loss, only death."

"..."

The smile on Qin Huang's face disappeared again and again, he stopped talking, held Kunyue tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I will not show mercy."

Xue Junmi didn't speak any more, and rushed forward in an instant, his figure quickly disappeared.

Qin Huang narrowed his eyes and greeted him.

At this moment, the two of them are both above the transcending tribulation. Where the sword qi reached, the rocks cracked, but they hit the invisible barrier. Under the mountain, there are still flowers blooming in spring. The voice of the woods.

And at a height of hundreds of feet that they couldn't see, the sword light of the young man in white pierced the air fiercely, riding on the majestic aura and sword intent, stabbing the predecessors straight.

After all, 3 years of cultivation is not the same, and with his hard work, it can be mastered in three days. When Qin Huang took the sword, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

The young man in front of him was dazzing and dazzling, he was indeed the one he liked at a glance, and he was indeed the one he liked.

"Om-"

The powerful aura collided and made a buzzing sound, and the invisible sword energy scattered and overflowed, leaving thousands of deep marks on the mountain.

The melodious sound of the zither came to his ears, Qin Huang turned over to block the monstrous sword intent, and flew forward to strike.

The wind blows up the peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain, followed by Qing Ling's melodious singing.

"Gentlemen's Duanzhang, the jade is in all directions, the peach blossoms are sent far away..."

"Scorching peach fragrance, fertile like its fragrance, looking forward to it, only my wish..."

"..."

"Gu Wangwangzhi, only I wish—"

Qin Huang's sword tip passed over the chest of the person in front of him and cut the other's neck, leaving a bloodstain.

Xue Junmi's eyes remained unchanged, he never backed down in the slightest timidity, he didn't even avoid the wound, and rushed towards his sword directly.

Qin Huang raised his lips and disappeared instantly.

Xue Junmi was startled, but it was too late, the monstrous sword energy behind him had already stabbed at him.

He immediately turned around and stabbed with his sword.

"Pfft-"

The sound of the long sword piercing through flesh and blood was accompanied by the melodious singing down the mountain, floating above the mountain together with the sound of the wind, pure and clear.

"You are indeed a natural swordsman, but unfortunately, a hundred years is really too short."

Qin Huang looked at him with a slight smile, "As I said, the difference between you and me is not only the 3 years of cultivation, but... but..."

The blood spitting out of his mouth blocked his next words, he pulled the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "The scenery here is really good, it is a wonderful place to be buried..."

Xue Junmi looked at the sword piercing his heart and opened his eyes wide.

The Kunyue in the opponent's hand had already touched his heart, but he stopped abruptly.

No, it's not a life stop, but a forced stop.

He lowered his head to look at the cyan clothes on his body, the outer robe had already changed when Kunyue stabbed it, although it was still cyan, there were countless vivid patterns of blue birds out of thin air.

"The Canglin family was born in Kunyue Mountain, and Kunyue Mountain lived and died together with the Canglin blue bird. Canglin guards Kunyue forever, and Kunyue will not hurt Canglin at all..."

Qin Huang walked forward like that, letting the long sword penetrate his chest little by little, and finally reached out to caress Xue Junmi's hand pointing at the sword, and said with a smile, "Just like me, I will never hurt you..."

"You've been hurt."

Xue Junmi stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face silently, "You ruined everything I would like to live for."

"Jun Mi..."

Qin Huang looked at him with a helpless smile, and the blood on the corner of his mouth instantly stained his clothes red, "I was wrong, please forgive me..."

"..."

"Next time...the next time we meet again, I will be a humble and polite mortal, smiling...smiling and asking...what is your last name...which handsome young man is it..."

"..."

"When……"

Qin Huang swayed for a while, then knelt down, "At that time...don't hold grudges against me anymore..."

Xue Junmi let go of the hilt of his sword, and took a step back with red eyes.

Qin Huang took his hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"I can't think of any other way..."

He looked up at him with a pale face and smiled, "I can't see the end of you and me, I'm too scared... You will one day be like Shen Zhuo and let me never find you again, if so, It's better...it's better to let you find me..."

"I won't look for you."

Xue Junmi suddenly bent down and grabbed his collar, looked at him coldly and said, "I just want you to die."

Qin Huang laughed softly. He stretched out his arms to hug the person in front of him, "Remember, we will meet again in the next life, so don't hold grudges against me anymore..."

The hug was not completed after all, Xue Junmi watched his eyes lose their light, a faint smile froze on his pale face, and his hands fell down weakly as they rubbed his shoulders.

"boom."

The man fell down in front of him like this, and the glaring blood filled all his sights.

"next life……"

Xue Junmi looked at it indifferently for a long time, then sneered suddenly, then suddenly picked up Kun Yue from the ground and stabbed it into his heart, "There will be no next life."

Blood puffed out with the sword.

"I, Xue Junmi, make a vow to the Dao of Heaven, that I will never enter reincarnation, and that my soul will fly away and disappear without seeing the sun."

He opened his mouth and said the oath word by word, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth little by little, and dots of white light overflowed from his body collapsed between the sky and the earth.

The last scene Qin Huang saw in this world was this scene. His little swordsman seemed to have turned into countless white light spots and dissipated in the sky and the earth.

It was exactly the same as Shen Zhuo who was outside Huangtian Mi that day.

He thought it was an illusion before death, and thought that what those mortals said turned out to be true, and people would see the most frightening scene before dying.

He had nothing, and he thought that there was nothing to scare him in this life, until that day when he watched Shen Zhuo disappear into the world outside Huangtian Mi, he suddenly felt a deep fear.

He is not afraid that his little Jun Mi will hate him, nor is he afraid that he will not like him, what he fears most is that he will disappear before his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if immersed in an endless dark nightmare. In the dream, he was floating like a wandering ghost, unable to see the direction.

When he was anxious about why he hadn't reincarnated, he saw his lord.

Dressed in a black robe, with silver hair reaching to the ground, the demigod stood in the darkness and looked at him indifferently.

Qin Huang was surprised for a moment, he didn't expect to meet this person, his nominal master.

He is different from Xuanyu. Xuanyu escaped from danger to Santu Peak and was rescued by Changming. Therefore, Xuanyu and Changming are very close, and Changming also trusts Xuanyu. Enter with the tribe.

And when he stepped into Santu Peak, he was already alone, and he had gone through all the ups and downs, and he was included in Santu Peak only because he felt bored.

His life does not belong to Santu Peak, nor does it belong to Changming, so naturally, that demigod will not treat him like Xuanyu.

But at this moment, this demigod appeared in front of him.

He didn't think it was a hallucination, if it was a hallucination, he shouldn't have seen this person.

He wanted to open his mouth to call out to His Majesty, but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

The next moment the darkness dissipated, he opened his eyes and met Xuanyu's condescending face.

"Awake?" she asked.

"..."

He opened his mouth, and there was a burning pain in his throat.

Xuanyu looked at him indifferently, "Sleep, we'll talk when we wake up."

"..."