When He Ziming woke up again, he was already in the small wooden house where he and Nie Yao had previously lived. When he opened his eyes, he found that the Gentleman Sword, which had been taken away by the demonic cultivators when he was captured, was beside him.
He Ziming couldn't think about why he didn't die, and why he was here. Almost reflexively, he caught his gentleman's sword the first time he woke up.
As soon as he sensed that he woke up, there was a noise at the door.
Nie Yao rushed to his side in a panic: "Brother..."
"The devil..." When He Ziming saw him, even if he glared at him, what he didn't want was to pull out his gentleman sword: "Since you let my gentleman sword return to my hands, it is not between you and me today. To die, I die!"
The big mistake has been made, and the only thing he can do now is to save it all for the common people of the world.
He Ziming’s spiritual roots were abolished, and his cultivation was completely lost. Now he is no different from a mortal body. Even when he picked up and pulled out this gentleman sword, he was a little struggling to hold it, but even so, he still trembled. Exhausting all his energy, he aimed the sword at Nie Yao, who was leaping towards him.
As a monk, it is his duty to remove demons and defend the way.
He knew that with his own little ability now that he could no longer hold the sword firmly against Shang Nie Yao, it was no different from hitting a stone with an egg, and he was rushing to die. But how can it be
In order to make up for the fault he committed, he willingly died as a martyr.
"Brother..." But at this moment Nie Yao looked at him, but he was no longer as crazy as the demon he used to be. Seeing He Ziming holding a sword at him, he not only did not evade, but he was also full of grievances with red eyes, looking like accusing. I asked him, "Brother... are you going to kill me?"
He Ziming's hand with the sword was still trembling, but he did not dare to look at Nie Yao again. He did not dare to ask Nie Yao if he already knew his identity, so he decisively pointed the sword at the opponent and said, "The devil's head Don’t talk nonsense here, since you didn’t kill me, I will kill you today, slaying the demons and defending the way!"
When the voice fell, his sword hand was stabilized in an instant, and he confronted Nie Yao in an attitude of confronting the enemy.
"Brother, are you really going to kill me? Do you really want me to die? Senior brother." Nie Yao looked at his indifferent and decisive appearance, and immediately started to cry like an abandoned child in grievance.
He Ziming immediately trembled, but he still managed to stabilize himself.
Facing the reincarnated Beiming Demon Sovereign, he could calm down and go to death generously, but he was helpless with the pitiful and well-behaved young man who was acting like a baby at the foot of Fuyao Mountain.
Nie Yao looked at him wounded. Not only was he not afraid of his sword edge, but he pressed forward step by step. He kept interrogating, "Brother, are you really going to kill me?"
Unconsciously, He Ziming was actually forced back a few steps by him, and there was no way to go back.
Nie Yao didn't give him a chance to retreat at all. Knowing that He Ziming had nowhere to retreat, he still stepped forward to meet his swordsman, smiled and said with tears: "Well, my life was given to him by the brother. Yes, since brother wants to kill me, then my life is given to brother..."
He Ziming has nowhere to go, and the whole person is deadlocked.
Regardless of the fact that Nie Yao was close to madness, he vigorously met He Ziming's sword edge, letting his gentleman's sword pierce his own flesh and blood.
He Ziming saved his life. He Ziming wanted it, so he gave it.
The sword entered the flesh and blood, and Nie Yao's blood suddenly spilled out.
He Ziming knew that as long as he exerted a little force and sent the sword forward, he would be able to end the life of this demon and bring peace to the world. As long as he exerted a little force, he sent the sword forward.
As the great disciple of the righteous monk Fuyao, He Ziming's reason told him that he should no longer care about selfishness and take this opportunity to get rid of this demon, but his hands still trembled uncontrollably.
"Brother, I bleed, brother, I’m so hurt, brother..." Nie Yao didn’t know that Gu Changming was that person, and could never guess He Ziming’s thoughts, but after knowing He Ziming’s identity, he was instantly Knowing how to pinch He Ziming's weakness, he only glanced at He Ziming, and knew that he was soft-hearted, and immediately wailed.
Sure enough, He Ziming's hand holding the sword suddenly trembled more violently.
Nie Yao flushed his eyes immediately when he saw this, and chased after victory, screaming constantly: "Brother, I am so painful, brother, I have been waiting for you, why, why don't you want me anymore? Brother."
He Ziming heard his wailing and instantly burned his five inner parts, and his heart was twisted like a knife. With a fierce force, he pulled out the tip of the sword that had entered Nie Yao's flesh and blood. He determined to look at Nie who was aggrieved and wailed in front of him. Yao, only in an instant, he could no longer hold the gentleman's sword, and his hand trembled. With a'clang,' his gentleman's sword fell to the ground.
Can't do it, he can't do it...
After all, he still loves Nie Yao.
"Brother, why? I really hurt, brother, I bleed..." Nie Yao saw his gentleman's sword hit the ground, and when even the whole person rushed towards He Ziming, he surrounded him and hugged him. People were buried in He Ziming’s arms, and they kept questioning him: "Brother, why? Why do you do that? Why do you have to treat me as good as you are, but at the same time as bad as me? What about my love? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Brother."
He Ziming was not surprised that Nie Yao had known his identity as the masked person, but he didn't want to ask how Nie Yao knew about it. He was still holding it like a wooden stake, panting violently.
Nie Yao can amuse himself by himself. He holds He Ziming as if he has embraced his whole world. He Ziming didn’t answer him, so he guessed it for himself, and imagined: "Did you know that Yun Xuzi took my spiritual roots and knew my life experience? You also think Yun Xuzi is too much, you have pity on me. Disguised as a masked person to protect me and take care of me in secret, don’t you? You know all this, but because of Yun Xuzi, you have to behave badly to me outside, afraid to get close to me, or even shame me and make things difficult. I, that’s why when we first met, you said you owed me, didn’t you?"
"When I was blind, you told me that you would wait until I saw your face again, before deciding whether or not I should be my Taoist companion, because even you didn’t know how to tell me that you were me. Gu Changming, the most hated big brother?" Nie Yao loves the masked person deeply, and he can only think about the good side of the other party: "When I wanted to find you before, I crushed two talisman in a row. You didn't come until you smashed the third talisman, because when I smashed the first two talisman, you were retreating to Jie Ying and did not receive my call, did you?"
When he didn't know that the masked man was Gu Changming, he had a lot of things, and he couldn't understand many things, but he knew that the masked man was Gu Changming.
Everything he didn't understand before was all fluent.
"You abolished my cultivation base and handed me to Yun Xuzi. Is it because my colleagues have no alternative? You don't know that they will treat me that way, so when you rescue me, you will say sorry to me." He Ziming doesn't have to In a word, Nie Yao himself can complete a story alone: "I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid, I don't even understand this... And that day, you were not chasing after Fuyao with those people. Mine, but came to me in accordance with the agreement, right?"
"And I, but I..."
Nie Yao couldn't remember what he had said to He Ziming that day in front of a corpse under Fuyao's door.
As long as he remembered that day, if Yunhua had not come, he would have killed Gu Changming and this person. This person has almost died in his hands twice.
Obviously, at that time, as long as he explained clearly to He Ziming, they would have a good ending, staying together for a long time, without having to waste such a long time.
But he, but he...
Everything was destroyed and messed up by him.
"But, brother, you are also at fault." Nie Yao hugged He Ziming in a low sob, and started crying: "Brother, why didn't you explain to me that you are a masked person on the day I revived? Brother, why don't you tell me?"
If Gu Changming hadn't said it, why would they have been wasted for such a long time
Wrong step to the point where it is now.
He Ziming suddenly heard him mention that day, thinking about his tragic death in front of him on that day, but he was awakened suddenly and pushed him away: "Nie Yao, if you still remember that day, can you remember it again, you Once promised me that you will never be enchanted, and you will never avenge the innocent Fuyao. I remember that I once said to you that if you were enchanted, I would never see you again."
"But when I came back that day, your demons entered, and people were killed." He has only now clearly admitted that he is a masked man, but his words are like a two-edged sword that stabbed him. Also stabbed Nie Yao.
He Ziming smiled bitterly and looked at Nie Yao with a sweet throat: "What do you want me to say to you? Of course forgive you?"
Nie Yao suffocated.
"If you have such expectations for me, then I will tell you." He Ziming's eyes were red, and he was about to drip blood, every word he said: "My parents died at the hands of the magic repair, I will never May forgive the demon repair, especially the demon who killed me soaring nearly a hundred people!"
As long as he thinks of the same door he died in front of his eyes that day, He Ziming is heartbroken, and his words are like a sharp knife: "Nie Yao, if you don't kill me today, as long as I still breathe, I will find ways to find a chance to kill. It’s you, slayer and guard."
He couldn't deal with Nie Yao, he only wanted to provoke Nie Yao and wanted to die.
He Ziming didn't want to live as early as the day when Nie Yao fell into the demon and had to be an enemy with him.
"Brother, don't do this, no, no..." Nie Yao saw him like this and grabbed his hand. He panicked all of a sudden, almost dripping with tears and nose, and hurriedly explained: "Those people are not I, I didn't kill, I didn't mean it, I wasn't a brother who was deliberately insulted."
He was surprised that he had not had time to explain to Gu Changming, and said in a flustered voice: "For those three days, when I was waiting for you for those three days, the demon, the demon hiding in my heart, kept coming out to pester me, bewitching me into a demon. , Asked him to confuse me, I can hardly tell what is fantasy and what is reality. At that time, the martial arts and Fuyao people did not know how to find our residence. I remember what you said, I have always endured I'm hiding at large and didn't do anything with them..."
"But, you didn't come back, you didn't come back. The demon created an illusion in my heart, a very real and real illusion, just like the real thing, I saw you... I saw you being swaggered and the various sects People are killed and will never come back again. I was in a hurry, and somehow fell into the demon. When I woke up, the seal of the power of the demon god was opened, and the corpses were everywhere..." Nie Yao red eyes, his voice hoarse: "But I clearly remember that it was not me, I did not kill, it was not I who killed. It was me... the demon in my heart, the demon... brother."
He was extremely wronged.
He Ziming, with red eyes, sneered: "Heh~"
"Brother, you believe in me, you believe in me. I swear, I swear that I'm telling the truth." Nie Yao was afraid that he would not believe in himself, so he quickly grabbed his hand and kept shaking, his posture was almost wagging and begging. .
He Ziming's eyes were red, and his eyes were soaked with tears. He couldn't stand Nie Yao, but he grabbed Nie Yao and took his hand. He said cruelly: "I believe it or not, it doesn't matter anymore, Nie Yao... It's too late, everything is too late, we are destined to return. It will not be over, Nie Yao."
"Wrong, Nie Yao, we were wrong from the beginning." What if Nie Yao is telling the truth
He already has a Taoist companion, how can he abandon his Taoist companion and go to be with Nie Yao again.
"How can it be late? How late, brother? Why can't you and I go back?" Nie Yao grabbed him stubbornly, but said: "I didn't kill anyone, I didn't do anything you don't want me to do, although I have already Enchanted, but I can guarantee that I will never harm or kill people. If you don’t want to, I don’t want the magic weapon. I give up everything in front of me. Let’s leave here together, just like we said before. Don’t live together in our paradise, okay? Okay, brother?"
He Ziming pushed him away, "Don't be like this, don't be like this, Nie Yao."
"How can we not be able to go back? Brother, obviously you don't want to go back." Nie Yao refused to give up, just looked at him stubbornly, stubbornly affirming that they can go back as long as He Ziming thinks about it.
He asked He Ziming: "Senior brother, don't you say that demonic cultivators and monks are both good and bad, and can't be generalized? Now I haven't done any bad things. Isn't it so unforgivable for me to become demonic in your eyes?"
He tried his best to pester He Ziming.
"This is not the problem, Nie Yao." He Ziming pushed him away again, biting his lower lip severely, almost biting off a piece of his own flesh and blood.
Nie Yao stared at him blankly, stubbornly asking him to give himself an explanation.
He Ziming fixedly looked at Nie Yao and said word by word: "I already have a Taoist companion, and he is my master. As long as I live, I will be his person."
"I will never betray him, Nie Yao." His Taoist companion is his master, even if he doesn't love him, he will never betray him.
Nie Yao was stunned on the spot, as if he had not remembered the fact that Gu Changming had a Taoist companion until now.
He vaguely recalled that before Gu Changming and Yunhua’s marriage ceremony, his subordinates had come to ask if he wanted to destroy him, but at that time he did not know that Gu Changming was this person, and rejected his subordinate’s proposal...
He once admired the character of Yunhua Immortal Venerable very much, and felt that the other party was a rare luminous person in the fairy sect, and even felt that Gu Changming was not worthy of him.
In the recent battle with Yunhua, when Yunhua had to be hit hard, Nie Yao felt guilty and felt that he shouldn't put such a heavy hand on such an immortal figure.
But now...
But now as long as he thinks that Yunhua is Gu Changming’s Taoist companion, and has even turned the clouds and rains with Gu Changming countless times, Nie Yao regrets it, regretting why he failed to kill Yunhua in the previous battle and cost him his life. .
Gu Changming is his disciple.
How can a person who is a respected master give birth to such an unbearable thought towards his own disciples, and even occupy his own disciples as his own
Obviously... Obviously Gu Changming doesn't love him...
Nie Yao could tell that the person Gu Changming loved was clearly his, and it was clearly him.
As long as Nie Yao thinks of those things, a violent thought suddenly arises in his heart, his face changes suddenly, he looks at He Ziming and laughs almost madly: "Hahahaha~ Yes, I almost forgot, brother you Is now the Taoist companion of Yunhua Xianzun, the first person in Xianmen?"
"He is the Immortal Venerable, I am the Demon... At both ends of the Immortal Demon, brother, you hate Demon Xiu so much, how would you choose? How would I not know? Hahahaha~" He pinched He Ziming's chin, his eyes were only for an instant It is congested.
Seeing that his face was wrong, He Ziming took a step back and said with caution: "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do?" Nie Yao stretched out his hand again and squeezed He Ziming's chin in an extremely dangerous manner, as if he had changed a person, and laughed out a terrifying smell of extremely dangerous laugh: "Sorry, brother. What if you are the Daoist companion of the First Immortal Venerable? Now that you have fallen into the hands of my demon, you can only accompany me... and never return to him."
He kept squeezing He Ziming's chin with increasing force, almost crushing He Ziming's chin: "Even if I die, I will take you away with you. You will never go back in this life."
"Let go of me!" He Ziming was inevitable, and could only struggle with all his strength.
On the contrary, Nie Yao confined him tighter because of his struggle. He pinched He Ziming’s chin with one hand and rubbed He Ziming’s lips with the other: "However, I will not die, I will live well. Go down. It will also let you live well, brother, I want to stay together with brother."
He Ziming was imprisoned by his mana and couldn't move.
"Brother, do you know? From the first time I saw you, I thought that you were born with a zhilanyu tree, so beautiful, you are just like a fairy, and I can't help but want to get close. Among the seniors, the first one I saw was you." Nie Yao touched his face and rubbed it carefully, as if rubbing a very precious artwork: "But after getting to know you and knowing you, I think you are really not a thing..."
One by one, he began to peel off He Ziming's clothes: "Brother, you lied to me, you said that you are not good-looking, you are nothing strange. But, it is clear that you were born so good-looking, and I saw you for the first time. When I almost thought I saw an immortal?"
Before meeting Gu Changming, the young Nie Yao always wondered what the immortals in the sky looked like.
After meeting Gu Changming, he thought, oh, maybe he is the same as this senior.
"It's also very, very blasphemous." Nie Yao slowly began to take off his clothes and said in He Ziming's ear.
This senior was born too cold and abstinent, too clean.
It was too much to make people dirty him, blaspheme him, and watch him no longer be able to maintain his ascetic and cold appearance.