"You also remembered an old friend?"
Liang Tingyu was obviously not expecting Jianchou's reaction, so she looked at Jianchou with increasing interest.
The monk asked, always advocating "ruthlessness".
If you have concerns, give them up; if you have love, give up love; if you have a long-cherished wish, fulfill it. Only by discarding all external things and internal feelings that confuse the mind can you focus on the Tao with one heart.
The means to seek the Tao are also different.
A kind-hearted person will wait for a hundred years, and wait for his relatives and friends to pass away. After a hundred years, his worries will naturally end. A cruel-hearted person cannot wait for long, so he will take up his sword, kill his relatives and friends, and become alone...
Obviously, Liang Tingyu himself does not belong to the former.
Before she "devoted herself to the Way", she had a husband.
Now, she just saw Jianchou's eyes in despair and thought of her husband who had been killed in the past. But who could the "old friend" she thought of be
"I guess you must be a person with a story. It's just a pity..."
Although there was a hint of displeasure and coldness in Jianchou's words just now, in Liang Tingyu's eyes at this moment, she was just a lamb to be slaughtered, not posing any threat at all.
So she just sighed quietly: "You and I, after all, have different paths and cannot work together!"
In the first half of the sentence, one can still hear the soft and regretful tone; but when it comes to the second half, with the four words "we cannot make any plans together", there is only gloomy coldness left!
Endless murderous intent!
The moment the words fell from his mouth, Liang Tingyu suddenly released the five fingers of his left hand!
“Whoosh!”
The golden mandarin duck axe in her hand immediately flew out, transformed into a golden stream of light, and shot straight in front of the phantom of the male cultivator in the air!
At this moment, the flow of time seems to slow down.
In front of the people in the Silver Building, who had no time to react, and even in the eyes of Jianchou, who had no time to react, a strange and magnificent painting was quietly opened.
Before and after it flew to the male cultivator, endless red light surged on the golden mandarin duck axe blade!
A closer look revealed that this was not endless red light, but countless fluttering dark red threads. They came out from the Mandarin Duck Axe and headed straight for the shadow of the male cultivator!
Just like the embroidery thread in the skillful hands of an embroiderer, it instantly shuttled through various parts of the male cultivator's body.
It seems like...
One after another, endless threads of love!
The male cultivator was standing in the air, holding the alchemy furnace in his hands, and there was a sense of purity between his brows. Although he was just a shadow, from his appearance and demeanor, one could easily see that he had a high level of cultivation and a pure and kind character when he was alive.
Before the endless red threads attacked, he seemed like just a phantom, just staring at Liang Tingyu, unaware of anything in the outside world. In his eyes, there was nothing else except her.
But at the moment when countless red threads penetrated his body, he trembled slightly.
Under that pair of affectionate eyes, there was suddenly a light smoke filling the air, like the melancholy clouds before a mountain rain. It was a shallow yet profound sadness, so fragile that it made people tremble with fear!
Alive!
If the original male cultivator looked lifelike but lacked a sense of vitality; then at this moment, after the red thread wrapped around his body, he was like a puppet that was injected with soul and consciousness, and suddenly came alive!
Then, his undying infatuation and lingering melancholy became real.
All these changes happened in just a moment.
Jianchou had no time to react, let alone do anything to stop it. He could only watch like everyone else around him.
Or maybe, he was looking at it with a complicated heart.
No one knew the name of this male cultivator or where he came from.
But anyone who is a little smarter can guess Liang Tingyu's identity from his previous words, a chilling identity -
Liang Tingyu killed her husband in order to seek the truth!
He still seemed unable to see anyone around him.
Endless red threads, like the strings of a puppet, shuttled back and forth in his body, but he pretended not to see them. He just stretched out a pale palm and slowly spread it out in front of him.
Two lips, which were faintly bluish, opened and closed slightly, but a vague murmur came out: "It's raining..."
…it’s raining
Isn't the weather nice today? When did it rain
At this moment, almost everyone failed to react and subconsciously looked up.
At some point, the previously cloudless sky suddenly became gloomy.
A few cold winds blew from under the dark sky, and dark clouds like thick fog also covered it and piled up on the horizon, forming curves like mountains.
The entire “U”-shaped silver building suddenly became dark.
"Drip, drip..."
Slightly cool raindrops fell from the sky, immediately moistening the windows and bamboo curtains of the onlookers, wetting the male cultivator's outstretched palms, and also wetting Jianchou's gently raised cheek.
It's really raining.
Outside the Silver Building, in Shattered Immortal City, on the sea of tomorrow’s stars, in the streets and alleys, countless pedestrians stopped and looked up, watching this rare rain.
Inside the Silver Building, the flat and messy platform across the river was suddenly shrouded in the hazy rain curtain like a veil.
Liang Tingyu still stood there, holding another mandarin duck axe in her other hand. The falling cold rain could not shake any expression on her face, which was still heartless and indifferent.
She just took a step forward indifferently and walked towards Jianchou.
A 26-foot-long bowl quietly appeared at her feet.
Although not every Kun line was lit up, it was bright enough compared to the Dou Pan of an ordinary person. However, at this moment, what was more eye-catching was the red and black Dao seal in the corner of the Dou Pan!
It looks very much like the two immortals He and He entwined with each other, but one half is deep red and the other half is pitch black!
Most of the Taoist seals in the world are strange and bizarre.
As we all know, due to the different properties of Dao Seals, the light and color displayed on the Dou Plate are naturally different. Among them, the "Birth Dao Seals" derived from the "Innate Dao Seals" of demon beasts and mythical beasts are quite special, and they all show a dazzling golden color.
Can…
No matter how knowledgeable and experienced people were, they had never seen a Taoist seal with two colors, not to mention that it also had half side pitch black!
Jianchou had once carefully studied the various rules regarding the Dou Pan and Dao Seal. Seeing this scene, how could he not understand
I'm afraid Liang Tingyu has quite a few secrets!
It goes without saying that the other party is about to use his trump card!
An unprecedented crisis suddenly enveloped Jianchou.
She could clearly feel that the moment this seal appeared, the spatial fluctuations around her almost immediately stagnated, as if they were abruptly cut off by something!
blockade!
This was to completely seal off the space around her, cutting off her way to escape by using the Wind-Swallowing Sword to transform into the Ink Tide!
But at this moment, she was unable to resist and could not move a step!
This is an almost overwhelming force, still carrying the same arrogance and dominance as before, vicissitudes of life and ancient, like a faint dragon roar in the deep sea...
"Swish..."
The rain got heavier.
The cold raindrops fell on Liang Tingyu and Jianchou, penetrated the empty body of the male cultivator, splashed on the bloodstained rock surface of the platform across the river, and also knocked on the delicate window frames around them...
The world in front of Jianchou suddenly became much more blurry.
I couldn’t see the expressions of the spectators, nor could I see the expression of Zuo Liu in the cage in front of me, and I couldn’t even see what pattern the blood stains on the platform across the river would form after being washed away…
The scar between her eyebrows left by Liang Tingyu's blade was still there. Rain mixed with blood rolled down and stained her fair cheek.
“Hula!”
On the high platform, a strong wind suddenly blew up!
At this moment, Liang Tingyu, who was very close to her, had already stopped. The rotating disk under her feet suddenly stopped. Thousands of brilliant lights immediately passed through the rain curtain and condensed on the half-red and half-black Taoist seal under her feet!
“Buzz!”
With a slight vibration, the entire Dao Seal suddenly shook with red light and black air surged!
At the moment when the red light and the black air appeared, the red threads that were originally entwined and shuttled through the male cultivator's shadow, and the black symbols that were originally crawling all over Liang Tingyu's body, also underwent mysterious changes at this moment.
Thousands of red threads and thousands of seals seemed to come alive.
One of them seemed to have a life, wriggling in the male cultivator's body, and as it inhaled and exhaled, it seemed to transmit some unpredictable power; the other one turned into a dense swarm of "black ants", almost struggling out from the surface of Liang Tingyu's skin!
What a shocking scene this is
Everyone present gasped when they saw it! When they looked at Liang Tingyu, they were already looking at a terrifying evil spirit, a ferocious monster!
It can be seen that Zhou Chou's gaze only stayed on Liang Tingyu for a moment.
In the eyes of outsiders, her face looked too pale, and it was not known whether it was because of the sudden cold rain or because of the difficult situation where she saw no hope of winning at all.
She just blinked and looked at the male cultivator in the void.
In the rain, his figure looked so thin.
As the countless red threads grew brighter, a bit of dark scarlet finally emerged from the depths of his clear eyes, quickly filling a pair of sad pupils.
He tightly grasped the Mandarin Duck Axe floating in the air, then turned sideways to face Jianchou, and almost at the same time as Liang Tingyu on the other side, he raised his sword high!
At this moment, sadness and blood coexist!
At this moment, the wind was stronger and the rain was more sudden!
At this moment, Jianchou's gaze penetrated his empty body, and his scarlet eyes...
She seemed to be able to see the loving scenes of the couple in the past, and also seemed to be able to see the cruelty when the butcher knife was raised, the husband's despair, and the wife's coldness...
But there is not a trace of hatred or resentment!
In the eyes of this male cultivator, there is only a willingness to give, only a determination to be willing to sacrifice for her, and only a deep love that will not let her down even if she lets him down...
The Swallowing Wind Sword had quietly disappeared, and the three-meter-long fighting plate was shining brightly right under his feet. The Deer-Cutting Knife, which still carried a bit of coldness, had reappeared in Jianchou's hand at some point.
The cold raindrops hang majestically on the tip of the knife!
It is clearly a critical moment!
She should have used her carefully prepared "trump card" to completely put an end to the turmoil in the Silver Building today, but at this moment, she couldn't help but want to ask a question -
“Is it worth it?”
Is it worth it
The voice was like a dream talk, low and deep. In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the noisy sound of rain around it, and scattered on the platform across the river that was filled with the bloody smell.
But the male cultivator seemed to have heard it.
The red light of the Mandarin Duck Axe he held high was extremely bright, but then it became thinner, looking like half a piece of deep red colored glass, which actually echoed the dark black colored glass blade in Liang Tingyu's hand.
The sound of rain never stops between heaven and earth.
The sound of every drop of rain is like a knife blade, and at this moment, it becomes especially clear!
The male cultivator closed his eyes slightly, as if he was listening to the sound of rain, or as if he was recalling something. The expression on his face was a little dazed for a moment.
When I open my eyes and look back to see the sorrow again, all that is left is the clarity and tenderness like smoke and clouds.
It was a sigh that was not sure whether it was a sigh of regret or self-pity: "Love makes people crazy..."