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"Your Majesty, did you just let them escape like this?"
A female voice sounded in the room.
Lin Lang was leaning against the window, wiping the blood on her lips with a handkerchief. When she looked up, her confidant's eyes were filled with distress, and she wished she could chase after him immediately and kill the supreme father and son of the dynasty, so that she could cook a bowl of human flesh for her. Soup nourishes the body.
Well, Miss Momen's fighting power is so tough.
"Otherwise?" Lin Lang raised her brows, closing the bright red lips, with a lazy style, "I am sure to keep the little man's avatar, but Emperor Yantian is not you and me today. It can be rivaled. What's more, this is the territory of Jianmen, if there is a big scene, we might sleep forever under the three feet of snow."
The woman's confidant looked guilty, "It's all Chunxi's stupidity, who hasn't broken through to the Immortal King for a long time, and made His Majesty embarrassing."
Such a caring confidant is really hard to find even with a lantern.
Lin Lang beckoned someone to come up, and gave a gentle pat to kill.
"It's okay, I know it well."
His confidant stared at her with bright eyes.
Her majesty really feels safe!
Lin Lang smiled slightly.
On the other side, Yu Wuxue was led to an inaccessible place by the fat elder.
It was surprisingly quiet here, save for the sound of falling snow.
The fat elder stopped in his tracks, pouted his lips at his junior, and then realized that he was no longer able to see, so he reminded him in a low voice, "Master is inside, don't let us in. What else, the old man is getting angry, junior , you also know that this old man has a somewhat strange temper, you, just be more sympathetic to him, talk nice things to coax people, the old man loves you so much, after all, he won't be too strict."
What the fat elder didn't say was that this old man was not only out of anger, but also reached the level of the most terrifying natural disaster in history. All the seniors who followed the old man were tortured unspeakably, and finally spent a lot of spirit stones for maintenance. Another large piece of hair fell out, but it made them feel bad.
Of course, what they cared more about was their junior brother. They wanted to take the opportunity to inform the younger brother several times, so that the younger brother should be prepared, but the old man saw through them one by one.
The elder Taishang lost his temper a lot, and when he came back, he threw the disciples into a corner to reflect, and resolutely prevented them from pleading for the younger brother.
The fat elder saw that the younger brother nodded, said not to worry, and walked inside alone.
He couldn't help muttering in his heart, shouldn't it be a big problem, right? The master loves him the most as a little junior, he clings to him in everything that is good, and forcibly portrays their group of disciples as being raised by god-killing stepfathers, let alone punishing him.
A gust of cold wind blew, the fat elder stomped his numb legs, and his eyes fell on the black stele in front of him unconsciously.
Jianling.
This is the burial place of the ancestors of Jianmen.
Yu Wuxue groped for the wall and walked slowly to an empty palace.
A scent of incense poured into the tip of the nose, neither thick nor strong.
"master."
He was tall and tall, and performed a junior ceremony.
"Unfilial and evil, you will not kneel down when you see the patriarch!"
There was a loud shout in the hall, and the surrounding area was very cold.
He raised his eyebrows and lifted his robe.
Completely, without any resistance, with a "bang", he knelt down straight.
The kneecap collided heavily with the cold stone slab, like a piece of broken jade.
The white-haired old man's face trembled slightly, he could not see the self-abuse kneeling of the young disciple, but when he thought of the catastrophe he had committed, his heart hardened again.
"Yu Wuxue, the sixth generation disciple of Yumen, do you know your mistake?"
"The disciple knows his mistake."
The white-haired old man hesitated to bring it up. In the past, he practiced like the wind, but now he admits his mistakes like the wind.
It must have been spoiled by that woman!
The white-haired old man saw that the little disciple was kneeling neatly, his eyes were covered with a piece of white silk, and his waist was thin and thin, like a frost-covered orchid and jade tree. He felt sorry for his recent experience, and couldn't help softening his tone, "Then you know Where did you go wrong?"
After all, the closed-door apprentice who has been feeling sorry for decades, if he can find his way back, as a master, he can still hold on to his mistakes
The young disciple's spine was straight, just like his unsheathed sword in the past.
"The disciple knows his mistakes, and he is ashamed of the master's cultivation and teaching for many years, and he has a glimpse of the Taoism from beginning to end."
"The disciple knows his mistakes, and he is ashamed to point his sword at heaven and earth, turning the world upside down."
"The disciple knows his mistake—"
He brushed his hands away, and tapped his forehead on the burial place of the ancestors.
"It's the disciple who is half-hearted, half-hearted, wolf-hearted, unrepentant, and deceives the master and destroys the ancestors."
The clank man was so proud that he broke.
The noble man's head was also lowered.
"Master, please complete."
The white-haired old man laughed back angrily, "What a wolf, what a bully, Yu Wuxue, what kind of female ghost have you been fascinated by, and you don't even care about the teacher who gave birth to you and raised you! Look! Look at yourself, what kind of dog are you living? Your sword bone is still there, but you yourself were bent down by a woman who has no future!"
The little disciple hummed, "The master taught me that."
"Master! I'm sorry for you, but you still remember that I am your master!" The elder Taishang sneered, "Should I be honored?"
"No matter what happens, master will always be Wu Xue's master." He said seriously.
"Okay! Since you still remember—" the elder Taishang's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Then you kowtow three times to the tablet of the Patriarch, loudly, and say that you are just fascinated by ghosts for a while, let the Patriarch forgive you this time .When you leave Jianling, you are just a disciple of my Jianmen, and you have nothing to do with any Hongchen Fendai."
He made up his mind, "Otherwise, my Jianmen will never tolerate a greedy guy like you!"
Yu Wuxue raised her head abruptly.
Seeing the disbelieving expression of the disciple, the white-haired old man felt his heart ache, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
But he must not continue to let this evil wind go!
"Master..."
The little disciple's lips turned pale, and the only bit of rosiness on his cheeks faded away.
Confused and dazed.
He thought about how his master would be angry, and what kind of fate he would face, and he was even prepared to be snubbed by the master.
However, neglect and exile are not the same thing at all!
He is an orphan without father and mother. He grew up in this snowy sword gate all the year round. He is valued by his master and cared by all his senior brothers. He would feel wronged if he is not taught. This is his home, if the master wants to drive him away, then...wouldn't he want to be a homeless orphan who wanders around
"Master..."
The little disciple called again in a low voice, slightly hoarse.
The white-haired old man suddenly thought of the day when he was picked up, the little baby was wrapped in tattered linen cloth, his skin was blue from the cold, and before he even had time to open his eyes, he whimpered with an indistinct milky sound. Today's him looks like a young man, seven feet high, a jade crown high, and the world's indifference, but it can't match the arbitrariness outlined on the tip of his brow.
"I'll give you a stick of incense time."
The Supreme Elder closed his eyes and closed his trembling palms.
In the thin sandalwood, the voices of "I beg the master to take back my life" made me hoarse.
Outside Jianling, the fat elder walked back and forth.
A figure stumbled and ran out.
It's all blood.
"Junior Brother! What's wrong with you, Junior Brother? What's the matter with you?" The fat elder hurried up to help him, just as he touched his sleeve, he couldn't help shivering due to the viscous and warm liquid.
"Lin, Lin Lang—"
He breathed weakly, murmuring a name over and over again.
Consciousness fell into chaos, and the headache was splitting.
Yu Wuxue was in unbearable pain, and let out a rapid, hoarse scream.
The fat elder was very anxious, "Junior brother! Junior brother, wake up!"
"Take me to... find her... brother..."
A hand protruded from under the sleeve robe, like an eagle's claw, with a distorted posture. The fat elder's face trembled after being grabbed by him, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.
"Brother... please... she... I want to..."
It hurts.
He wants to see her.
There was no time to wait.
If he wants to see her, maybe it won't hurt.
Yu Wuxue couldn't help begging.
"Okay, okay! Senior brother will take you there and take you there!"
The fat elder couldn't control so many repeated orders anymore, so he summoned his natal magic sword at the master's gate.
"Pffff—"
The small cyan sword is good at facing the wind, and it is wide enough to accommodate two people. The fat elder gritted his teeth and dragged his blood-soaked junior onto the sword. Just as he was about to take off, a magic circle was thrown over him, and the golden runes rose instantly. It firmly covered the two of them and blocked their way.
"master!"
The fat elder turned his head and saw the elder Taishang standing on the stone steps.
"Master! Brother, he is bleeding a lot and he can't stop it. Quickly see what's going on!"
The fat elder was at a loss, so he could only turn to the most powerful Supreme in Jianmen for help.
Various complex emotions flashed in the eyes of the Supreme Elder, and finally turned into indifference.
"The sixth-generation disciple of Yumen, willing to fall, used Ling Chi's method to shatter two hundred and six sword bones, and live forever, never to step into the sword gate again!"
"What, what?" The fat elder was stunned, his hands and feet were stiff, and he couldn't hold himself steady.
What do you mean broken two hundred and six sword bones
The people around me were like a piece of fragile tofu, which lost its support and slid down limply.
The blood lotus bloomed all over the place.
"Junior Brother—"
He was jittery, his scalp was numb, and he realized that he wanted to catch someone.
"You don't need to help him, he is no longer your junior." The elder Taishang's cold voice covered the surroundings, "Criminals of the Sword Sect, who have aided the evil, and have not yet repented, even if they die, they deserve it. Wu An, you can go back. "
The fat elder didn't move.
He lowered his head stiffly, watching his junior brother gasping for breath, struggling to get up, but in vain, like a tall paper kite jumping over the wall of a building, falling suddenly, crushed and broken to pieces.
Yu Wuxue spat out blood from her mouth, dripping down to her chin.
The original blood-stained skirt added a layer of scarlet.
He seemed to be unaware, crawling on the ground, like a molting blood snake that just escaped from birth, he didn't care about being humble or embarrassed, even if he crawled, he wanted to crawl back to his lair.
Crawl back to the place where someone is waiting for him.
His clothes were rubbing against the snow, and he clasped his arms alternately, dragging his broken body, and managed to crawl a certain distance. Behind his feet, a shocking river of blood winds out.
The fat elder couldn't help shaking his shoulders, mist came out of his eyes.
He wanted to say, Junior Brother, although a woman is good, her life is more important. You have already lost your cultivation base and your eyes for her, so you don't owe her anything at all. Why do you have to do this
does it worth
Whether it was worth it, Yu Wuxue was hard to judge, he was already unconscious, and the cold snow water seeped into his lips, choking his internal organs so much that he wanted to spit them out one by one.
Faintly, he heard the creaking and falling snow again.
A pair of women's brocade boots stopped in front of his eyes.
Someone stretched out a hand, brushed away the hair covering his face, and gently hooked it behind his ears.
These hands are too familiar to be mistaken.
"Snapped-"
Lin Lang's wrist bone was grabbed by a bloody hand, and the blood was dripping down her fingers.
She sighed and asked, "Does it hurt?" The ending was slow, and it was so gentle that it calmed the pain deep in his heart.
"No... it doesn't hurt..."
He wanted to smile at her, but it was a pity that it hurt too much, the broken bones were brutal, even if he had a firm will, he couldn't resist the inhuman pain.
"It doesn't hurt, it's fine."
Her voice softened.
"Then I won't go back with you."
The hand locked on the wrist suddenly tightened.
When the fat elder heard it, he thought he had heard it wrong. When he looked up, the corner of the empress's mouth curled into a smile, and his hair stood on end.
Lin Lang folded her skirt. Compared with the blood-stained sword cultivator, she was dressed in a red dress that was extremely glamorous.
This scene is so similar to Tianmo Linlang's situation.
It's just that she didn't have all kinds of calculations like her, and became the darling of Tiandao. Instead, because of the heroine, she was rejected by Tiandao, and all kinds of troubles came to her. The more she confronted the heroine in the later stage, the more fatal her injuries would be. , In the end, the demons broke out, and a generation of arrogance was unwilling to fall.
Why
If she wasn't loved by the Dao of Heaven, she wouldn't be able to practice the Dao of Longevity
That white-clothed swordsman was impeccable, with a cold demeanor, saying that she was unscrupulous, it was really vicious.
But on the way of cultivation, if she is not vicious and does not get rid of her inner demons, how can she have a bright future? It is said that there is no poison and no husband, and there are countless heroes with blood on their hands in the cultivation world. She doesn't want to learn the heroine's kindness and forbearance, but just wants to fight her way out by herself. Is it wrong
Lin Lang looked down at him.
In the past, he hunted her down for a day and a night, and broke her celestial bones.
Today, he was exiled by the master because of her broken sword bone.
It's a fair deal.
"let go."
She became ruthless, and once she got out of bed, she could turn her face and deny anyone.
Whether he is destiny or not.
"You... stained my clothes." She said quietly.
The fat elder's eyes shattered, "Switch, stop!"
He was still too late to react, and his junior brother's hand was hit by a magic force, and it slid down again.
Yu Wuxue coughed badly, her chest heaved.
He held back the fishy sweetness in his throat.
Lin Lang had already stood up and slid to the other side lightly, avoiding the sharp sword energy bursting out from the fat elder's fingers.
"By the way, I forgot to say, thank you Venerable Yu for your generosity, this volume of Fuxi Luoshu, I will accept it with a smile."
The elder Taishang resisted not to make a move, and when he heard this shocking secret, he lost his composure and shouted, "Luo Shu?! Nie Zhan, you even gave this to her? Are you really desperate?" He was angry Peeling off Yu Wuxue's sword bone was no less painful, but he never thought that he would really destroy this little apprentice. With Luo Shu, his sword bone would grow back one day, until At that time, even if there is no teacher to protect him, he still has the power to fight back.
Shocked and angry, the white-haired old man teleported to Yu Wuxue's side, formed runes in both hands, and stopped the two hundred and six wounds on his body—without Luo Shu, he was a completely ordinary person, and he could not hold back at all. But half an hour!
Yu Wuxue snorted, in a trance, he didn't hear the anxious cry of the master, telling him to protect his heart, he just said in a low voice—
"That's a bride price."
Marry your dowry.
He heard that when it comes to marrying, one needs to be cautious, otherwise the bride will be unhappy.
Jianmen is too poor, the senior brother is poor, and he is also poor, so he can't make up a decent list of betrothal gifts. His two sleeves are clean and windy. Up to now, the most precious thing is the sword he carries, his own pair of pupils, and his own cultivation. But his eyes and cultivation were all lost in that battle, and only the sword remained.
But without a sword, he is unarmed, how can he guard his empress
So, after much deliberation, he embroidered Luo Shu's writings into the wedding dress.
I even want the eight, eight, sixty-four hexagrams on Luoshu, each hexagram can keep her safe and sound.
Lin Lang raised her eyebrows in surprise, "A betrothal gift? I have no plans to get married yet, but if Venerable Jade has someone he likes, I will definitely come to drink tea and congratulate him." She played it lightly, turning a blind eye to the pain between his brows, and dusted Clothes hem, said, "I've been bothering Jianmen for a long time, I think it's time to go back, I came here to say goodbye."
The fat elder let out a piss, worried about his junior brother who was so angry that he didn't fight her after all.
"Farewell."
She shook her sleeves and left without looking back.
"Back... come back!"
He shouldn't have spoken, as soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed all over the place, and his lips and teeth were all stained with blood.
"Wuxue!" The white-haired old man was heartbroken, and he didn't look back any time soon!
Lin Lang paused.
There was a hoarse sound of swallowing blood clots from behind, with a hint of whimpering.
"I want you... you come back."
He has clearly said that he will give her whatever she wants, so what is a mere Luoshu
He can give her destiny, longevity, and sentient beings.
Lin Lang stopped for a moment and continued walking.
"-return!!!"
He was so anxious that his throat split, and his seven orifices bleed together.
"Junior brother! Calm down, junior brother!" The fat elder's face was flustered, there were too many bleeding spots, and he didn't know which one to protect.
Like a dying fish in a rut, Yu Wuxue frantically grabbed the hands of his master and senior brother, his usually neatly combed black hair was in a mess, he moved a body that seemed to have just been fished out of a pool of blood, using his hands and feet together , His nails dug into the snow and broke off.
Hysterical, like a madman.
He is the sky, all living beings are pawns, how dare she betray him
—How dare she! ! !