Qi Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he just said, his brother is so strong, how can this Lao Shizi Formation be his brother's opponent? However, Fu Lan's figure suddenly stagnated, and the blue light on his fingertips went out suddenly like a lonely lamp in the dark night. The formation restarted, and the cobweb-like silver threads stretched on the ground, and Fu Lan knelt on one knee on it, as if she was a captured prey.
what happened? Qi Yin was suddenly startled.
Fu Lan fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hand tremblingly, with black veins growing in his palm, his spiritual power scattered uncontrollably, and like a firefly, it flew out of his palm and evaporated into the air.
"Stupid, what's wrong with you!?" The black cat clasped his neckline and yelled.
"My spiritual power..." Fu Lan's face was as pale as a gauze, "I can't condense..."
"It's a wormwood on the snow." Qi Lingshu said in shock.
"What?" Qi Yin asked hurriedly.
"Yun Lan has been poisoned," Qi Lingshu's eyes sank like water, "A sprig of wormwood on the snow can temporarily disintegrate the spiritual power of the poisoned person. No matter how high the Taoism is, if you are poisoned by this kind of poison, you will become like a mortal. This kind of poison can only be eaten, how could Yun Lan be infected with this kind of poison if he doesn’t eat or drink?”
"It's wine..." Qi Yin suddenly remembered the pot of wine Jiutou brought, "My brother drank that glass of wine."
Monsters, poisonous wine, blank peacebooks... All the clues were linked together, and Qi Yin suddenly understood that this was simply a trap, a trap to invite you to enter the urn. Zhu Mingzang personally set up this poisonous plan, and Fu Lan had nowhere to go. What he wanted to kill was not Qi Yin, but Fu Lan!
Southern Xinjiang, Dawangzhai.
Zhu Mingzang knelt under the dripping eaves and wiped the cold long knife with a white cloth. The thin and hard blade turned over in his hand, and the cold light of the blade reflected on the corridor and the ground, lingering flickeringly.
"It's not my race, its heart will be different." Zhu Mingzang raised his sullen eyes, "This kind of peerless killer can't be used by me in the southern border, then... it will destroy him!"
On the sword-wiping platform, Fu Lan curled up in pain. The black veins have spread all over the body, and under the white gauze collar, on his neck, faint black scars can be seen. Qi Yin's heart shrank into a small ball, and the feeling of a catastrophe falling from the sky reappeared. In a trance, he seemed to see the heart of Wujiang River again, the black hair floating like tangled seaweed, the beautiful woman was crying Looking at him blankly, his eyes were full of despair and sadness. The top of his head seemed to be covered with a thick black shadow, and the sky and the earth would collapse in an instant.
How could this be? How could this be? Qi Yin's eyes were dark, and when he looked back, he saw Yuan Ku standing with his hands behind his back. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him, "Uncle, that monster really has nothing to do with my brother! This is Zhu Mingzang's conspiracy, he framed me. Brother, please believe me! Please!"
"Up to this point, you still call this demon your brother!" Yuan bitterly said, "Qi Yin, your father killed demons and eliminated demons for a lifetime, jealous of demons to the bone, and envy of demons, you are not worthy of being his son!"
"Uncle, what Qi Yin said is true! I implore you, uncle, spare Fulan's life!" Qi Lingshu also knelt down and kowtowed, her face pale. He never imagined that the result of the North-South Alliance would be like this, and all of this was driven by his own hands. If he didn't go to the southern border, Fu Lan would not be invited. If he didn't insist on investigating Wu Jiu Xiaozhu, he wouldn't have rescued Yuan Ku and started the Taishang Killing Array!
His heart was bleeding, his fists clenched, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
"Lingshu, how come you are also bewitched by this demon!" Yuan Ku hates that iron can't be made into steel, "Don't say more, I will settle accounts with you when this old man has cleaned up these evil spirits!"
Qi Yin looked at Qi Lingshu with tears in her eyes, and asked, "Little Martial Uncle, didn't you say we came to Yimeng?"
Qi Lingshu's eyes were red and he was speechless.
"This is Zhu Mingzang's conspiracy, Uncle Shi!" Qi Yin kept kowtowing, Yuan Ku was unmoved. Qi Yin walked towards Bai Mingjun again and kowtowed in front of him, "Sect Master Bai, Shishu Bai, I beg you, you are always generous, please speak for my brother!"
"Hey..." Bai Ming said with difficulty, "Nephew, with all due respect, Fulan is a monster, and is definitely not the same as us. The third child of Fulan occupies the mountain as the king in Shanxi Road, and kills many good people, don't you think? Do you know? How many people have left their homes and are trapped to death in the middle of the journey. This demon has done a lot of evil, and there are many people who die."
"That's not my brother's child, Uncle Shi, that's a mortal pretending to be!"
"You kid, you are really fascinated by this demon. What are people doing by pretending to be his child? Demons are always lustful, and there are demons and grandchildren all over the place. Everyone knows this, we will still wrong him? Qi Yin , you are the child of Elder Yuanwei, we didn't take you down because of your late father, you can do it yourself!" Bai Mingjun shook his head and ignored him.
"No! No..." Qi Yin burst into tears, and looked at Nie Chonghua again. Qi Yin crawled towards her and kowtowed at her feet, "Uncle Shi, please listen to what my nephew has to say. Please look at my father's face and listen to me! My brother has no demonic energy or demonic energy, he Not a monster!"
"I heard that Fu Lan is neither human, nor demon nor demon, and is a monster of unknown origin." Nie Chonghua said in disgust, "If this is the case, he cannot be tolerated in the world! What if this is really Zhu Mingzang's plan? These monsters, Nan Jiang is still abandoned, do you still want me to allow him to do evil in the right way?"
"No... No..." Qi Yin kowtowed his head and bloodied, and his face was covered in tears. He reached out to grab those Xianmen disciples, begging them to intercede for Fu Lan, "He has heard about learning in Wufang, you guys You know him. He sweeps the snow on the hanging steps every day, and washes the clothes in the courtyard with our senior brothers in his arms. Don't you remember? How could such a person intend to attack Wufang!"
Everyone stepped back, no one listened to him, he knocked over one by one, knocking himself into a bloody man, and no one looked at him. Finally, a pair of feet stood in front of him, he raised his head full of hope, and saw Fang Xinxiao's cheeks full of tears.
"Junior sister, do you believe him, right?" Qi Yin said hoarsely.
"Brother Yin, is Brother Lan really not human?" Fang Xinxiao asked in a trembling voice, "Is he really... a monster?"
The heart became cold every inch, Qi Yin's heart was completely cold, blood flowed through the pupils, in Qi Yin's field of vision, Fang Xinxiao's slap face turned blood red.
The light of the formation became more and more bright, and Fu Lan struggled to hold up the bone-cutting knife, and the sword-wind enchantment barely resisted the winds from all directions. The black cat bared its teeth and suddenly let out a loud roar. I saw its body suddenly grow up, the black hair rolled up like a wave, and its claws became sharp and unmatched, as hard as steel knives, making deep marks on the ground. It growled angrily, its fangs full. The burly figure stands in the array, like a giant mountain, standing on the ground.
"Mortal, let the old man come to teach you and other great tricks!"
The deep voice resounded through the peak of extinction, the giant black cat lantern-like eyes were on and off, and blood was splattered at the corners of his mouth. It actually forcibly broke through the seal of the microscopic demon dragon, and the internal organs were in great pain, as if it was about to burst in the next moment.
"Master Cat!" Qi Yin called out to see hope.
"Xiao Yin, stand firm!"
The black cat hissed loudly. The magic circle is shaking, the sky is shaking, the astrolabe is shaking, and the entire extinction peak is shaking. The disciples stood unsteadily, leaning on their swords to support their bodies. Yuan Ku sneered and summoned the elders of Wufang, each according to a position, to send spiritual power to the stars in the sky. The formation was slowly turning red, and the wind turned into a sharp sword, condensed into a fiery steel tornado, and rushed towards the black cat. The bright red sword light fell on the black cat, the black cat roared in pain, and bright blood flowers burst out from its body.
The magic circle further suppressed its demon power, and its internal organs also reached the limit of bearing, the throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was coughed out. Qi Yin was dumbfounded, watching the black cat shrink and curl up under Fu Lan again. The barrier of the Bone Chopping Knife was crumbling, Fu Lan stood up, tried his best to gather his spiritual power, opened a small barrier, and trapped the sluggish black cat.
"That's it." Yuan Ku said.
The ten elders in white clapped at the same time, and the Taishang Killing Formation became fiery and blood red. The gust of wind and thunder roared in the array, and the raging flames leaped from the ground and swept the entire killing array. From a distance, it looked like a red lotus blooming brilliantly. That is the real fire of the Ten Directions Red Lotus. Its high temperature can instantly vaporize flesh and blood, burn steel to ashes, and melt gold and silver into water. Even gods cannot survive in such a fiery flame. Qi Yin ran to the sword-wiping platform like a madman, Qi Lingshu Zhaoran and Fang Xinxiao grabbed him from behind and told him to stop.
"Qi Yin!" Qi Lingshu handed him the glass mirror, "Yun Lan..."
Qi Yin took the glass mirror tremblingly, the inside was red with blood, no shadow could be seen, but a faint voice could be heard.
"Xiao Yin, are you there?"
"Brother..." Qi Yin called him hoarsely.
"Xiao Yin, am I stupid? I don't know what liking is, and I don't know, whether my emotions are true or false... Is the whisper of the gods really that powerful? I don't know many things." Fu Lan On the other side of the mirror, he said softly, "But when I was with Xiao Yin, I was really happy. You were drunk and kissed me that day, and I was also very happy. I even heard my own heartbeat, beating so fast. It's so messy, as you said. The cat said it was because I was drunk too, but I don't think I was drunk, I just had a drink. Xiao Yin, did I fall in love with you?"
"Brother, stop talking, come out quickly!" Qi Yin cried and climbed up the sword-wiping platform, "I beg you, I beg you."
"Don't cry, Xiaoyin." Fulan's voice was as light as a feather, lonely and unaccompanied, "I'm a stranger, I have no family or family. Everyone doesn't like me, even Xiaoyin will be because of me. And sad, maybe my death is not such a bad thing. If there is a next life, I want to be reborn as a mortal, at that time, are you still willing to be my brother? "
"You idiot, I'm not sad because of you! When you come back, I will never lie to you again, and I will never regret it again! Brother, I beg you..." Qi Yin desperately climbed up the white marble steps, and the man behind him hugged him legs, he dragged everyone forward.
The killing formation is just ahead, and the fiery temperature seems to melt the face. In the red lotus-like flame, the big boy with autumn eyes turned back.
"Brother, I will look at you on the other side of Huangquan, and ask the gods to take care of your well-being on my behalf." He smiled very lightly, "Goodbye, Xiaoyin."
The sword light barrier collapsed suddenly, and the flames licked his pale cheeks. In just an instant, he was like a fragile piece of white paper, shattered into pieces of ashes, and disappeared without a trace in the flames. At that moment, Qi Yin suddenly couldn't hear, the world seemed to have lost its voice, he stared blankly at the center of the killing formation, at the ashes flying in the flames.
Everything in the past came like a crow feather, and everything in his childhood was like a golden dream. He had forgotten it for so many years, but suddenly he remembered it now. The four-year-old was like a duckling behind the twelve-year-old Fulan's ass, kicking and kicking the black cat like a hairball. Under the quiet and cold moonlight, Fu Lan hugged him and hummed the ballad that the great witch sang to the gods. He was nestled in Fu Lan's arms, clutching Fu Lan's shirt, and closed his eyes hazy, dreaming that the white deer was in his arms. Running in the jungle. On the evening of the separation, every inch of the setting sun dipped the sky, and Fu Lan stood on the ridge to say goodbye to him. He threw himself into Fu Lan’s arms, crying and begging him not to leave.
And in the autumn when his mother died, in the small courtyard in Wutang, where he and his mother rented, he stood ignorantly against the corner of the wall, his mother's house was buzzing, and figures were turning around on the window screens. . People who didn't know her picked out her mother's clothes, tore off the warding off evil spells that covered the walls, and threw them in the open space.
"Why are there still boys' clothes?" The aunt asked, holding a faded black cloth of bamboo.
"Let's make it for Xiao Yin to wear in the future." Someone said.
"It's so old, it still smells like it," the aunt pursed her lips in disgust, "things from dead people are unlucky, don't, and burn them together!"
The aunt threw the black clothes into the fire, his mother's patched burgundy dress, and the scarf worn by the kitten, all of which were thrown into the fire. An indescribable and terrifying panic suddenly surged in his heart, as if those things were gone, and his cherished past was gone. The aunt took his hand and walked out of the Moon Cave, walked over the blue-gray horse head wall, and walked out of the long stone road with water and light. He couldn't stop looking back at the heavy door, the fire burning like red rouge. Sparks and ashes dissipated in the air, and they swooped around like midges.
The flames from thirteen years ago overlapped with the real flames in front of him. He wept and called out to his brother.
In the boundless sunset glow, they flew and flew on the bone cutter, the sky was full of sunset and the wind was full of wind, but why did the moon rise, and all this will eventually come to an end? Finally, he was the only one left on the bone cutting knife. He walked alone into the dark and went to a future where no one was waiting.
Qi Yin broke away from Qi Lingshu and Zhao Ran like a madman, and ran towards the flames, like a moth to the flames. Arms into the flames, he wanted to catch the dissipated ashes, his brother's ashes. The palm of his hand was about to reach the shattered corner of the black clothes, but severe pain spread all over his body, and his right hand was scattered into ashes, entangled with those ashes. Qi Lingshu and Zhao Ran tried their best to pull him back, he lost his right arm, knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly.
"Fu Lan Fu Zhu! The demons are all destroyed!" Yuan Ku announced loudly.
The Xianmen disciples rejoiced and celebrated loudly. Qi Yin knelt in front of the formation, as dull as a puppet. Everything was so unreal, the elder brother who was cooking and sewing clothes for him yesterday turned to ashes in front of his eyes today.
It was a nightmare, he thought in a trance.
The real fire finally went out, and the killing formation stopped. In the cheers, Qi Yin staggered towards the middle of the formation. The Bone Chopping Knife was still there, and there was a dark mass next to it. It was a black cat. It has been burned into charcoal, Qi Yin squatted down woodenly, touched it, the scalding temperature, the palms of the hands were burning with smoke, and there seemed to be a little heartbeat in the chest.
It hurt, he understood, it wasn't a dream.
Qi Yin pulled out the bone cutting knife, put it in the Qiankun bag, picked up the black cat, and left like a walking corpse. Qi Lingshu followed behind him step by step, Qi Yin suddenly stopped, turned to him and said, "Don't follow me, little uncle, I want to be alone."
"Qi Yin, your injury." Qi Lingshu said softly.
"Oh, it doesn't hurt." Qi Yin looked at her empty right shoulder, "It's alright, I'll find someone to bandage it myself."
He was so calm that Qi Lingshu didn't dare to leave.
"Then stay away." Qi Yin said.
Qi Lingshu nodded and took a few steps back.
Qi Yin walked forward and stepped down the hanging steps. Xingzi was quietly hanging high, he stood in the vast sky wind, the cold wind passed through his thin body, he suddenly felt that he was transparent, and anything could pass through him without any obstacle. The years are infinite, the sky is high, he is a deserted dust.
This world is a wasteland.
Qi Yin suddenly turned around, her eyes like dry pools.
"Little Martial Uncle, I don't forgive a single one of the human world and the southern border."
After he finished speaking, he jumped up. Qi Lingshu paled in dismay and rushed forward, but only had time to touch the corner of his clothes. The black robe fluttered like a solitary butterfly, Qi Lingshu watched him fall into the desert-like starry sky and disappeared without a trace.