"It's just a dying person." The man said lightly.
Jian Xiuyun didn't expect him to say that, and froze in place, with surprise in his tone, "What do you mean?"
The man looked at him with quiet eyes, empty inside, as if he really had nothing to worry about.
He didn't answer Jian Xiuyun, but suddenly advised: "Elder Jian, the general situation is set, why bother to struggle, besides, this is what they owed Fusang."
Jian Xiuyun was suffocated, thinking of what he had heard back then, his confidence was a little lacking, "But back then it was Fusang who sent people to kill first..."
"Nonsense!"
Before Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, he was interrupted.
The man's expression finally changed somewhat because of his words, and there were years of hatred and anger in his eyes.
As if he didn't want him to see his gaffe, the man turned his head, looked at the scarlet window, sighed faintly, and said, "It's just... the crime of being pregnant."
After hearing his words, Jian Xiuyun remembered the description about Fusang that he had seen in the scroll.
"Fusang, living in the south of Wan, has a beautiful appearance, as bright as a banished immortal, and has a different quality. If you double cultivate with it, your spiritual power will increase day by day, and it will be beneficial. Its golden core is as red as a flame, but..."
The content of the book stopped here abruptly, and was torn out later, as if to cover up something.
But the ridiculous thing is that this is just a cover-up, and everyone knows what is written later.
The golden elixir of the Fusang family is special, it can perfectly blend with the body of any cultivator. If the golden elixir is damaged during cultivation, their golden elixir is the best medicine.
That's why he took Kan Wenxiao's golden pill in his last life.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun instantly understood the meaning of Huai Bi's crime.
It's just that although the Fusang family has a special golden core, they are not strong in spells, so they have been living in seclusion.
It has always been peaceful with the eight sects.
But ten years ago, Yuanzhen, the head of the Qishan School, was killed suddenly. When he was found the next day, there was only a half-naked Fusang woman holding a dagger in the house.
The eight sects were furious, so they jointly attacked Fusang.
Although Fusang was rich, he had no advantage in the face of absolute force, and was defeated in less than a day.
Then, there is a piece of purgatory on earth.
He picked up Kan Wenxiao that day.
At that time, he was protected by his mother, his body was covered with fire, and he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, whimpering softly like a cat.
Her mother had a large wooden plank on her body, and she was already burned out of shape, but she still begged him to save Kan Wenxiao with her last strength.
Weeping blood.
Jian Xiuyun's heart was even colder at that time, and he didn't intend to get involved in this trouble.
Seeing this, the woman burst into tears.
It was obviously hoarse and unpleasant, but after many years, he heard another crying female voice.
Jian Xiuyun's steps stopped, turned around and walked back.
Then he stretched out his hand to Kan Wenxiao, who was almost unconscious, and pulled him out of that hell.
The woman was already speechless, and Jian Xiuyun only read a sentence from her opened and closed mouth, "Thank you", after which there was eternal silence.
There are two ways to identify the Fusang clan, one is appearance, the appearance of the Fusang clan is too beautiful, even the appearances of the cultivators are not ordinary, compared with them, it pales in comparison.
The second is when you are in love, a hibiscus flower will appear on your body. The shape and position of each person are different. It cannot be removed and will accompany you for a lifetime.
It is difficult to hide a Fusang man, but Kan Wenxiao was able to survive because of the scar on his face.
No one has figured out his identity for so many years.
As for the other Fusang people, he didn't know.
But when Jian Xiuyun recalled the scene when he first met Kan Wenxiao, he was afraid that it would not be too good.
The man seemed to see his question, and said with a sneer: "After Fusang was destroyed, all the wealth of the past life was plundered, the rebels were killed, the men in Fusang were almost slaughtered, and the remaining young women were either reduced to playthings or became prostitution."
Jian Xiuyun remained silent. Although he didn't know such details, he had heard a little bit about them. He only knew that they were regarded as lowly people and could be bought and sold at will, or hid at home for fun, or reduced to slaves.
Thinking about it now, he has never seen any other Fusang people except Kan Wenxiao for so many years.
Is there even in a moment? Or was it just that he hadn't come across it.
Jian Xiuyun didn't dare to think about it for a while, his slender fingers clenched his sleeves tightly, his heart was in a mess.
It has long been impossible to tell right from wrong about this matter, they stood in different positions, so they had no choice but to persevere.
The man's tone gradually returned to calm, and he said lightly: "Elder Jian, let me do it myself."
After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.
But Jian Xiuyun asked suddenly: "Are you from the Eight Great Schools?"
The man stopped in his tracks and asked back, "How can you see that?"
Jian Xiuyun replied: "Except for you, they all call me Xianjun Jian."
As soon as Jian Xiuyun's voice fell, he heard him chuckle, and then slowly turned around.
The man's skin was very thin, and he seemed to be able to see the liquid flowing in the dark blue blood vessels. He raised his hand, put his finger on the mask next to his ear, and said, "I have never been a member of the Eight Schools."
The mask was slowly removed, revealing a somewhat familiar face.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the person in front of him, feeling extremely familiar.
It seems to be somewhat similar to Yu Huai'en, but more flamboyant and handsome than ordinary people.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him for a long time, and tentatively called: "Yu Huai'en?"
He seemed to hate the name, he sneered, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Wynn? My name is Yu Xinian."
Jian Xiuyun realized that everything in front of him was too psychedelic, "Are you not dead?"
Yu Xi smiled young, and explained: "No matter how you say it, the mirror of nothingness is something of the Hengyue school. How could I die in it."
Jian Xiuyun thought of the Immortal Sword Conference five years ago, and instantly realized, "You did it!"
"Yes." Yu Xinian admitted frankly.
Jian Xiuyun opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. There were so many questions that he didn't know which one to ask first.
"You saved Wen Xiao?"
"yes."
"Is it you who have been running secretly for so many years to pave the way for Wen Xiao?"
"yes."
The two asked and answered, and Yu Xinian answered very simply and candidly.
Jian Xiuyun didn't know what to think of, so he changed the subject and asked, "You killed the old master and Shu Han?"
Yu Xinian stopped suddenly, a crack appeared on his mask-like face, but it only stayed there for a moment, and then everything became calm.
"Yes." he replied.
Jian Xiuyun looked at his calm appearance, his eyes were red with anger, "How can you! The old master and Shu Han brought you back to Zhouluo Mountain since childhood, taught you carefully, raised you well, and the whole cultivation world knows Shu Han has an apprentice who is as precious as a pearl, he hurts you to the bone, how can you do it."
Yu Xinian seemed to be agitated, and the original calm was shattered. His expression changed, and his tone was full of sarcasm, "Nice to raise? Teach carefully?"
He suddenly raised his head and laughed, his voice hoarse and ugly.
After laughing enough, he straightened up, wiped the corners of his eyes lightly with his fingertips, and said, "Elder Jian, do you know that there is a word called human face and animal heart?"