"Do you still dare to think about him?" Hua Tingxuan asked slowly, with a leisurely tone, as if the situation before him made him happy from the bottom of his heart.
The Liu Yanbai in front of him was no longer in human form.
The limbs were twisted into very strange postures at angles that a normal person could never assume, as if every tiny joint was broken.
Only the neck can move.
Liu Yan said with a faint breath: "I really don't dare. It's me who is greedy and wants to eat swan meat! It's me who doesn't know my own limits! Please, please..."
Hua Tingxuan sighed, "Just like in the previous life, after a little suffering, he begged for mercy like this, he has no backbone at all, it's meaningless."
Liu Yanbai didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered, and he cried with a runny nose: "Please, forgive me..."
Hua Tingxuan squatted down, looking embarrassed: "But you made my junior brother very unhappy."
"You've been harassing him for years."
"To be honest, I have heard a saying that if a man is incomplete during his lifetime, his soul will also be incomplete after his death. If you can't control yourself and always want to think with your lower body, then I will do you a favor."
After saying that, a fire suddenly ignited between Liu Yanbai's legs without any warning.
No one knew how long he cried and wailed before Hua Tingxuan stopped torturing him. All the blood on the ground was evaporated by the karmic fire, leaving only a charred area.
Hua Tingxuan pinched out a flying smoke bottle from the mustard bag, and casually made a hand gesture. A charred soul appeared in the bottle. He seemed to be in pain, bent over, covering his lower body, and seemed to be screaming.
Hua Tingxuan sealed the bottle and said, "I have a lot of things to do today and I don't have time to take care of you all the time. I will wait for you to feel pain in the bottle for 49 days. When the time is up, you will no longer feel pain."
The charred soul in the bottle could still understand human words. It no longer covered itself with its hands, but only held on to the body of the Feiyan bottle, and looked at Hua Tingxuan with its blurry face.
Hua Tingxuan completed the sentence: "When the soul is scattered, it will naturally not hurt."
The soul struggled like crazy, and its two charred hands scratched black marks on the bottle, but Hua Tingxuan ignored him and threw the Feiyan bottle into the mustard bag.
Chu Danfeng and Fang Qingya walked quickly to avoid the pursuers - after all, this was where they grew up and the terrain was familiar to them.
Chu Danfeng pulled Fang Qingya and hid in a valley. In the cracks of the rocks above their heads, there were scattered fragrant grasses and spiritual plants, and their spiritual energy could conceal a person's breath.
"Let's go out after they leave," Chu Danfeng whispered.
Fang Qingya just habitually said: "You are afraid of death."
But as soon as he said this, even he himself felt a little embarrassed - Chu Danfeng was clearly trying to save him.
Fang Qingya turned his eyes away and said in a low voice: "I never thought that we would be hunted down by other sects in our own sect... This is all our fault."
It goes without saying who “we” refers to: naturally, they are the “traitors”.
Chu Danfeng has never been a person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes. He did not mention this and instead consoled them: "You are not completely unreasonable."
Wan Jianfeng's horrifying deeds were so horrifying that Fang Qingya wanted to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice. Even when he saw them in the memory fragments released by Jiang Qingdie, he was horrified.
Chu Danfeng: "It takes courage to kill one's relatives for the sake of justice, but I don't have that courage."
He still chose to resist the foreign enemies. It was hard to say why. Maybe it was because he saw his senior brothers and sisters fighting the enemies, or maybe it was because he saw those so-called "supreme sect" leaders who were under the banner of "eliminating harm" but were actually coveting their sword manuals.
"No." Fang Qingya suddenly said, "I learned all my courage from you."
Chu Danfeng: "Ah?"
Fang Qingya stopped talking again, so Chu Danfeng muttered in a low voice: "You are mocking me again. You are such a disgusting person."
Fang Qingya hid in the bushes and closed his eyes to rest, but he thought of the sword-drawing competition more than ten years ago.
That night, Junior Sister Yingxue from Kunduan Peak who was traveling with them got lost in the middle of the night, and it was Chu Danfeng who disregarded his own safety and jumped into the forbidden area.
No one knew that the forbidden land would "eat people" back then, but everyone knew that once they turned back, they would lose the qualification to draw their swords.
Wanjian Peak only opens once every ten years, so this is a rare opportunity.
The footsteps and shouts above his head still lingered, and the time in the valley seemed to be stretched out. Fang Qingya's thoughts drifted away, and he recalled the trivial things of his childhood.
When he first entered the sect, he was Meng Cangyu's favorite child.
This name was also given by the master. Fang Qingya's original name was not "Qingya". It was probably a local name like "Ergou" or "Tiedan", which he deliberately forgot.
He came from a very small and dilapidated village, but one day he was accepted as an inner disciple. He turned from a pheasant into a phoenix overnight and enjoyed great glory.
The eldest senior brother Zhou Yuanshan and the second senior sister Ye Bailu were already young men at that time. He was only ten years old, but he was more diligent and conscientious than the lazy third senior brother Huang Changtian. Even the master praised him for his extraordinary talent.
It was not until a year later that Chu Danfeng entered the sect.
The little boy, about five or six years old, was cute and adorable, with fair skin and tender flesh, like a young master from a wealthy family. But the young master was always curious and asked him about farm affairs, which was the past that Fang Qingya was most reluctant to mention.
When ten-year-old Fang Qingya saw his master holding Young Master Chu in his arms, and even his sister, who was not very caring, took care of him for the first time, he was extremely panicked, fearing that everything he had gained would be lost in an instant. He could only return to that poor little village like before, sharing a tattered straw mat with his brothers and sisters, always picking up his older brothers' old clothes, not having enough to eat or warm clothes, and being beaten and scolded by his parents.
It was probably from that time that secretly bullying the fifth junior brother became his habit, and he kept brainwashing himself about how unlikable Chu Danfeng was, until the sword-drawing competition. That time, he saw Chu Danfeng's uprightness and kindness. After that, he secretly paid attention, and from every little thing, he could see more and more of the fifth junior brother's hidden shortcomings and kindness... Nothing is more upsetting than finding out that the person you hate has a good character.
“There’s someone here!”
Suddenly, a disciple of the Nine Star Sword Sect shouted loudly above his head. Chu Danfeng became nervous. How could he be discovered? ! In addition to the disciples, the pursuers of the Nine Star Sword Sect above his head also included several elders with cultivation bases above the Nascent Soul stage. He and Fang Qingya were both in the Golden Core stage. There were only two of them, so the difference in strength was huge.
Chu Danfeng suddenly felt a little regretful for not bringing Hua Tingxuan along. That brat could make those Nascent Soul cultivators pay with just a flick of his finger.
No, why am I still thinking about him at this time
Chu Danfeng cursed himself for being useless, shook his head, drew out the silver-paper peach blossom fan, prepared to fight the enemy, and then he was faced with a strange and young face.
Chu Danfeng and Fang Qingya were both on guard, but they heard the young monk lie to them with his eyes open: "There's nothing down there!"
Chu Danfeng, Fang Qingya: “?”
Someone above cursed, "It's a waste of time again, keep chasing!"
“Yes, Uncle Master!” The young man agreed, but before leaving, he mouthed to Chu Danfeng, “Thank you for saving my life.”
Chu Danfeng obviously didn't realize that he had saved his life. Instead, Fang Qingya said, "It might be someone you saved in the secret realm."
… This is indeed possible. In the Luofeng Secret Realm, Chu Danfeng’s act of wearing bridal makeup and breaking the Feiyan Bottle was later passed down as miraculous. However, this young monk really didn’t remember it.
Looking at Chu Danfeng's confused eyes, Fang Qingya said faintly: "Can't remember? Anyway, today I am grateful to you again. You have saved many people in the demon world. I have heard of one person who was an outer disciple of our Shuangji Sect in the cave during the Dianyang Festival."
Chu Danfeng had some impression of this person, but he was not saved. He was just temporarily leading those demons away for him.
"You are always like this. You refuse to tell anyone what you have done. You risked your life to go to the demon world just to find me."
This is true, Chu Danfeng said "hmm".
Fang Qingya then said something human: "I heard that you stayed in the demon world for a long time, but I didn't have any news about you. You must have suffered a lot."
“… … ”
It would be better for this person not to say anything. He really keeps bringing up things that are not relevant. He and Hua Tingxuan stayed in the cave in the Demon Realm for more than ten days. In order to calm his inner demons and prevent Hua Tingxuan from exploding and dying, Chu Danfeng really made too much sacrifice.
He didn't dare to recall it anymore, and changed the subject with a blushing face: "While no one is around, leave here quickly and meet up with your fellow disciples in the main hall."
The two of them were completely unaware that there were "people" here. Gui Yue Lao, who had already attained a semi-immortal body, was diligently hiding his figure, while a few feet away, Hua Tingxuan had already finished his preparations - without a drop of blood on his body - and was following them from a distance.
When Fang Qingya and Chu Danfeng returned to the main hall, the battle situation became increasingly stalemate.
Before entering the main hall, I saw two sword shadows intersecting, mixed with a woman's fierce curses.
"Second Senior Sister?!"
Ye Bailu was actually fighting against Li Jing. This old fellow was so fast that he had actually turned back here. Chu Danfeng was about to pick up his sword and go forward to help, but the battle situation suddenly changed!
Ye Bailu, who had just managed to fight Li Jing to a draw, lost his way due to a careless move. By the time Chu Danfeng and Fang Qingya caught up with him, it was too late. The sword had no eyes, and the spiritual energy burned the flesh, splashing blood like peach blossom rain floating in the air.
Chu Danfeng smelled the sweet and fishy smell of blood in the air, and he could only watch his second sister fall to the ground with bloodshot eyes. For a moment, his mind was blank.
"White Deer!" The roar came from the opposite side.
Black soul-calling banners rose from the ground, and thousands of ghosts rushed over. It was daytime, and with the overwhelming force, the banners covered the sky with clouds. In an instant, all the light in the sky was completely blocked.
Chu Danfeng felt an overwhelming surge of yin energy, so cold that his bones ached and his teeth chattered. Then, he fell into a warm and familiar embrace.
"Little brother, don't be afraid."
Chu Danfeng didn't look at Hua Tingxuan, but still stared in the direction of Ye Bailu, wanting to confirm the severity of Second Senior Sister's injuries. However, he saw Ye Bailu being held up softly by Ruan Fu, and it was unknown whether she was alive or dead.
"Li Jing, have you forgotten our agreement? How dare you touch her!"
Li Jing brandished his sword to fight against the evil spirits that came out in droves, and cursed: "You ghost cultivator, are you crazy?"
Amidst the cries of ghosts, Ruan Fu's sinister voice resounded throughout Qianlian Peak: "If you dare to touch her, you will pay the price. You hypocrite, I will no longer cover up the dirty things you have done! You old thing who can only survive by sucking the souls of the living..."
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