The chain broke.
There was a crisp cracking sound, and an extremely terrifying aura rolled over the surroundings. The ancient trees collapsed, and all the beasts were amazed. In just a short moment, all forms were reversed.
When Chang Ye swung the knife for the first time, the man had already died. Jiang Yinghe could see clearly. He saw that the little apprentice's shattered fingers couldn't hold the knife handle tightly, and he saw that the blunt blade easily smashed into the monk's flesh and blood.
His palms were tightly curled up, holding the only sharp weapon in the cave, his expression was sober, but his eyes dimmed bit by bit.
One knife, two knife, three knife...
The man died a long time ago, his body was smashed to pieces, blood and internal organs mixed and flowed down, and the blood on the blade splashed and stained Changye's cheek.
He didn't stop.
This was obviously an act of venting anger, but after the knife fell down one after another, it made people feel the pain that it was hard to breathe. The scene in front of him was bright red, and blood seeped into the cracks in the stone.
Chang Ye was covered in blood.
His broken wounds and broken bones all gave out the sound of growth and recovery.
But there are other wounds that have not healed, including the innocence and kindness of his defeat, his defenseless defense.
Beads of blood dripped from his black hair and fell to the ground drop by drop.
The picture in front of him couldn't be seen directly at all, it was just a piece of mud in front of him, and he couldn't even see the original human figure. The knife in Chang Ye's hand suddenly dropped and plunged into the ground.
He froze.
Chang Ye stared blankly at the blood red in front of him, not knowing what was going on in his mind, he didn't seem to feel anything wrong with him, and even smiled at the rescued human race as usual.
A few crows could be heard outside the cave.
There was silence in the cave, only the sound of thin, trembling breathing.
Tears mixed into the pool of blood all over the floor.
In the past, when she cried all night, she always acted like a baby with tears in her eyes, and leaned over to beg him for forgiveness. Although Jiang Yinghe felt distressed, he seldom felt that he was really wronged.
But now, Jiang Yinghe watched as he desperately wiped away his tears, watched the young man cough and vomit blood, knelt on the ground and cried so hard that he couldn't speak a word.
Jiang Yinghe wanted to hug him, but he couldn't even touch his hand.
Finally, Long Ye found a quiet corner, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. He had just recovered his blood vessels, and he was a little overdrawn, so he needed a short rest.
Jiang Yinghe sat beside him and watched over him.
The blood on his clothes had dried up, the bright red on his cheeks had been wiped off indiscriminately, and his fingers had been reconnected under Tianjiao's powerful self-healing ability, but the skin and flesh were not yet fully healed.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know what he would dream about. From tonight onwards, his dreams would no longer be filled with spiritual fruits and food, childhood and fond memories of the tribe, but the especially dark night of tonight, with men The smile that cracked his finger bones.
But he can only watch, powerless.
Jiang Yinghe sat beside him, watching the wounds on the little apprentice's body heal one by one, watching the light of the cold moon come in, spread to Chang Ye's legs, but not reach his body.
Later, the boy turned back into a kitten, curled up in a corner, his two paws were bloodstained and covered with a fluffy tail.
Jiang Yinghe thought of many things he did before Changye, and when he ignored him, he turned into a cat and came over to please him, his eyes were wet.
He didn't know how afraid he was, that he would be thrown away and abandoned.
Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes, looked at the moonlight in front of him, and looked at it all night.
Afterwards, Jiang Yinghe watched his cultivation advance rapidly after the awakening of his blood, and watched him leave this lonely place and appear in the eyes of everyone.
Changye has always loved to laugh, but everyone who knows him is extremely afraid of his smile. The Heavenly Demon Lord always looks innocent and kind, but he is the most scheming, insidious and cunning one.
He climbed up step by step and became the venerable of the demon clan, fighting against the demon god Chaos at that time. The power of Chang Ye spread from the demon clan to all directions, and every place had his eyeliner and hidden stakes. Anyone who disobeyed him would be punished. Bit by bit, he broke the network of relationships and died under his sword.
His sword was originally called "The Society of Resentment".
The higher he walked, the more tightly he was tied to the thing he hated the most, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Until the civil war broke out between Changye and the demon god, the whole world was turbulent and shocked. Before this battle, Changye changed the name of the sword in his hand, gave up his best layout design, and left everything behind.
The demon clan who died for him watched the demon king of Tianyu nail the demon god into the immeasurable sky tower with his sword, almost shattering the opponent's demon core, and then he fell in the clouds and fell to the world.
Not long after, a snowfield formed where Tianyu fell, and for ten thousand years, the snowfield expanded and became larger and frozen forever.
Everything dissipated here.
The mirror became empty again.
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his consciousness, closed his eyes and frowned. awakened from the long night
Since that night, the direction of the story has become extremely depressing. Even when the little apprentice held a sharp knife and made the big demons who looked down upon him bend down and bow their heads, he could feel from Chang Ye's expression that he was not happy.
Jiang Yinghe stabilized his mind, slowly raised his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a snow-white long-haired kitten leaning over to rub against him, raising its head to kiss him.
Jiang Yinghe's sinking heart was healed a lot at once. He hugged the white cat, couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his little paw, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's here by my side..."
First living alone, then homeless and abused, finally finding a home, and worrying about being abandoned... Jiang Yinghe thought about it from the kitten's perspective for a while, and felt that this was too tragic.
Just when the white cat's eyes were shining and it was about to transform back into a human form in the next moment, a spiritual wave suddenly shook from a certain direction in Lanruo Temple, sweeping away the decorations in the meditation room, and the incense burner fell.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and heard the urgent knock on the door of the young monk in the temple: "Jiang Xianjun, the abbot invites you to come over, Hunyuan Xianjun he...he..."
Before the little monk could finish speaking, the door of the meditation room suddenly opened, and the people inside had disappeared.
——
When Jiang Yinghe rushed to the scene, the situation was basically under control.
Around Tong Guiyu, layers of spiritual waves vibrated outward one after another, but since the first stroke, these vibrations were locked in the room by the dark ghostly barrier and could not spread out.
Chan Qing stood aside, looking at Qin Jun, who was full of ghosts and arms folded, and Huai Qing, who was holding Tong Guiyu tightly, and didn't know what to say as a monk.
Jiang Yinghe carefully felt the spiritual vibrations in his heart, frowned slightly, and said, "With the secret method of Buddhism, we have reached this point.... We can't delay any longer, we must make a decision early."
Chan Qing picked up the Buddha beads, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha."
Lanruo Temple is a place of Buddhism, and the abbot should not intervene in the love affairs of Hehuan Sect, so he can only stop.
Jiang Yinghe entered the barrier, walked a few steps closer, and saw that Chou Yongzhou was wearing a green robe, and his usually gentle and gentle eyebrows felt depressed. When he saw Jiang Yinghe coming, he slowly let go of his fingers, and the sleeve robe and The corners of Tong Guiyu's clothes were gently separated.
"Jiang Xianjun." Choi Yongzhou got up and saluted.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and didn't want to say anything, but said: "I don't want to ask the real person if he can wait for a hundred years or a thousand years, but my old friend with him for more than a thousand years, he has to disperse under the protection of the Dharma. reincarnation
, Only then can there be vitality, so the real person backs away. "
Chou Yongzhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped back a few steps after realizing it, watching Jiang Yinghe sit down from the side and set up a protective formation.
As the formation rose, everything gradually became blurred, including the spiritual waves vibrating around, and the crumbling Dao Heart, together with Tong Guiyu's appearance, gradually blurred and gradually shattered.
Shou Yongzhou is standing not far away, he is indeed the representative and template of Medicine King Valley Medical Cultivator, his whole body is full of light herbal aroma and soft spiritual power, only in his hesitant and extremely complicated eyes can we see his nervous.
The brilliance gradually fades away, and the soul disappears.
The body without the support of the primordial spirit disperses into powder like secular dust. Jiang Yinghe sent the remaining soul into the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and reached out to pick up the beauty sword from the powder.
Even if Hongyanjian likes beauties, he is still depressed at the moment, and has never even made a clang.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to caress the Hongyan sword, his eyes stopped on the unpicked light pink sword pendant, and turned around to glance at Shou Yongzhou.
The other party was still the same as when we first met, his appearance was very gentle, but there was a little trance and loneliness in the expression in his eyes. He didn't ask for anything, nor did he want to get back the sword pendant, but bowed to Jiang Yinghe again , bid farewell to the seniors.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, watched him leave, and then heard Abbot Chan Qing suddenly speak.
"Huaiqing is just an opportunity."
"how do I say this."
"A person who lacks the root of emotion, how can he cultivate his heart to perfection." Chan Qing looked at Jiang Yinghe, "You and him are the same."
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and before he could think about this statement, he heard Chan Qing call out "Amitabha" and continued: "Tong Xianjun is a good match, but it's a pity that he stopped because of Dao Xin. On the avenue, it will not deviate from the target."
Jiang Yinghe remembered Caishou Yongzhou's expression just now, and recalled the conversations he had with him several times before. He roughly figured out this person's temperament and asked, "Good match? The abbot thinks so, can you tell me the reason?"
In Jiang Yinghe's mind, he felt that although Chou Yongzhou was more than gentle, he seemed to be lacking in consideration and enthusiasm. He didn't show much emotional fluctuations when we met several times, but kept some of his favorite feelings in a hidden place , it is difficult to speculate.
Chan Qingdao: "Tong Xianjun went into a madness, and it was the real Huaiqing who sacrificed his life to save him. As far as I know, the medicine king valley kung fu..."
"Wait a minute, abbot." Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt that he had misunderstood, "Sacrificing his life to save... Tong Guiyu, although wandering
She's a slut, but she looks very beautiful, so why sacrifice her life? "
Chan Qing paused for a moment, looked at him with slightly surprised eyes, hesitated to speak, seemed to have considered for a long time, and then said: "...the Taoist body of Huaiqing is now infected, and his skills conflict, and he has fallen to half a realm."
Dao body is infected... Yaowanggu and Hehuanzong's exercises are really incompatible, and the foundation of Hehuanzong also comes with the technique of harvesting and nourishing.
Jiang Yinghe thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered how he could be affected by this kind of influence. Only those who are the recipients of the Acacia sect can be... His mind buzzed, and he subconsciously asked: "Is he... the recipient?"
Is Tong Guiyu an attack
Chan Qing never understood the word, and asked, "... what does it mean?"
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, and said, "It's okay, I was the one who stood in the wrong place, not the abbot."
...How come it seems that even the monks know the attributes of Tong Xianjun, and he is the only one who is on the opposite side.
The author has something to say: He He: I thought we were gay honey.
Li Huanhan: I thought so too.
Qin Jun: Me too.
Chang Ye: ...Me too, let alone, which sword do you think is sharper