The wind howled.
Ye Yunlan's pupils tightened.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.
An uncontrollable pain emerged from the depths of the soul, and the heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand, and it was kneaded to ooze blood.
He took a deep breath, sweat dripping from his pale cheeks.
The curse that he himself planted in the soul in the previous life was not erased by rebirth.
He already knew about this when Rong Ran drugged him in Ting Feng Ting.
only.
This level of pain is not unbearable.
He thought expressionlessly, the hand holding the sword suddenly clenched tightly, raised the tip of the sword, and pointed it straight at Chen Weiyuan.
Under the sun, people on the street raised their long eyelashes and pointed the tip of their swords, their eyes drenched with chills.
On the pale cheeks, there was a drop of red blood and tears.
so sharp.
… and so fragile.
gorgeous.
Chen Weiyuan thought.
Rarely did a little bit of research interest arise in my heart. He got up and was about to fly downstairs, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly put away the long sword in his hand, turned around indifferently, and didn't look at him again.
It was as if he had raised his sword at him just now, but it was only a warning because his gaze was too offensive.
It's just that he won't mistake it. When the man looked at him just now, what was in his eyes was clearly killing intent.
The man knew him.
Not only know, but also want to kill him.
Chen Weiyuan stopped in place, looked at the back of the man on the street, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
His hand rested on the leaning rail, with his fingertips on it, tapping again and again.
There were footsteps walking by.
He turned his face slightly, and saw Xu Qingyueying's white and beautiful face.
Before today, he always thought that the beauty of the other party's face could be called the clear moon in the world. It was only just now that he caught a glimpse of another bright moon that was far away and seemed not to be in the world.
Couldn't resist comparing the two.
Then Xu Qingyue smiled softly and said, "Senior Brother Chen suddenly stood up, was he also amazed by the swordsmanship of the man on the street just now?"
Chen Weiyuan retracted his thoughts and said warmly, "Not bad."
Xu Qingyue leaned her arm against the railing, leaned slightly and looked out, her voice was as sweet as running water, "Me too. To be able to face Jindan cultivator as a mortal, I have never seen such a sword state among my peers in the Northern Territory."
"Senior Brother Chen, how far do you think he has reached the realm of kendo? Is it a grandmaster, the Hinayana... or the legendary powers who are able to climb the immortal rank, the realm of Mahayana that can only be reached?"
Chen Weiyuan recalled the sword light he had just seen.
He doesn't practice swords, but he has seen many people make swords. Among them, there are many swordsmen of the Mahayana period.
Mahayana swordsmanship can overturn mountains and rivers with a single sword, which is enough for a cultivator to break through the six realms of the mortal body and climb the immortal steps.
He remembered that at the top of the street was another black-clothed youth behind him, who was only forced to use his sword, thought for a moment, and said, "It should be the Xiaocheng realm."
"Senior brother is the same as what I thought." At this point, Xu Qingyue frowned slightly, "With such attainments in swordsmanship, how could there be no spiritual power cultivation base..."
The realm of kendo and the realm of cultivation are complementary to each other. It is really strange that the light has the realm of kendo, but has no cultivation.
Chen Weiyuan didn't answer, just lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Xianyu who was sitting at the table.
Chen Xianyu knew what he meant, and said hurriedly, "Junior Brother Ye lost his cultivation because he saved people and was injured accidentally."
"Junior Brother Tianxuan knows him? Did he lose his cultivation because he saved people from serious injuries..." Xu Qingyue showed a pity on her face, then turned her head and said, "I heard Senior Brother Chen say that Junior Brother Tianxuan these years He went to Dongzhou Tianzong to travel, so this person should be a Tianzong disciple... Dare to ask his name?"
Chen Xianyu said: "Yunsheng Lanhai. His name is Ye Yunlan."
"Ye Yunlan..." Xu Qingyue repeated in a low voice.
Chen Weiyuan suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Qingyue, it's rare to see you being so interested in people."
"We are both swordsmen, so I feel a little sympathetic to each other." Xu Qingyue said, "I always knew that a group of elites would gather at the Tianchishan Taoist discussion meeting. I didn't think that the Taoism discussion meeting had not even started, but I saw a person who amazed me, and I really wanted to get to know him. some time."
He pondered for a while, looked at Chen Weiyuan, and said, "I'm afraid it's inappropriate to get acquainted rashly, why don't Senior Brother Chen give me some advice?"
Chen Weiyuan looked at Xu Qingyue.
The eyes of the other party are clear and bright, and the face is beautiful and dazzling.
Suddenly I remembered that they met for the first time, and it was also in a martial arts competition.
Tianji Pavilion and Tan Qingzong are the two major sects in the Northern Territory. The Chen and Xu families are closely related and often join forces to allow young disciples of the two factions to compete with each other.
And that time, he won the top spot.
Xu Qingyue took the initiative to come to meet him, with admiration and admiration in her eyes.
The young Xu Qingyue's appearance is already very eye-catching, but because of her young age. The figure is not long, and it looks like there is a kind of ambiguous beauty.
At first he thought it was a girl.
At that time, Xu Qingyue came over holding the sword, raised her face and called to him: "Senior Brother Chen."
The Chen family's status is strict, and so is the Tianji Pavilion. When others call him, they will only call him "the young patriarch" or "the young patriarch".
Xu Qingyue was the first to call him senior brother.
Chen Weiyuan's eyes lingered on Xu Qingyue's face for a moment.
"There will be opportunities to get to know each other." He said in a light voice, "The purpose of the Tianchi Mountain Discussion Conference is to promote exchanges among the disciples of various sects in the cultivation world. You don't have to worry."
However, Xu Qingyue said: "It's just that he lost his cultivation because of the injury. I'm afraid he will suffer in the competition."
"That's right," he clapped his hands, "Why don't I send him some healing medicine pills and see if I can take this opportunity to get acquainted with him."
Although Tan Qingzong is not one of the six sects of Taoism, it has the reputation of being the number one medicine sect in the cultivation world. Most of the cultivators are medical practitioners, and sword cultivators like Xu Qingyue are very few. The Xu family is also a famous medical family in the ancient family.
Therefore, although Xu Qingyue is a direct descendant of the Xu family and is very popular with the current head of the Xu family, it is impossible to inherit the position of the suzerain of Tan Qingzong.
Even so. However, Chen Weiyuan knew that Xu Qingyue had a large number of precious medicinal pills given to him by the head of the Xu family.
"You can give it a try." Chen Weiyuan's voice became more and more calm, "Nevertheless, that person seems to have a very indifferent temperament, and I am afraid that he is not the same generation. Qingyue... I am afraid that you will be wronged."
"No problem, as long as all swordsmen are arrogant," Xu Qingyue said, and then looked at Chen Weiyuan with a smile in his eyes, "Besides, when I first started talking to Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother didn't love me the same way. Don't you care, but now, they are very familiar with each other."
"It's more than acquaintance." Chen Weiyuan lowered his voice. He took two steps, put his hand on the back of Xu Qingyue's hand on the railing, and held it slowly.
Perhaps it was because of his years of sword practice, the opponent's hand was not soft, but it was slender and well-defined.
"Qingyue, don't forget what you promised senior brother before." Chen Weiyuan's fingertips passed through Xu Qingyue's fingers and shook hands with him, his voice was a little hoarse and a little low, "If you pay attention to others like this, senior brother will be jealous. of."
Xu Qingyue's cheeks suddenly showed a red glow, and her handsome face was even brighter.
"... Senior Brother Chen!"
Chen Xianyu secretly glanced at the two people beside the railing, but he couldn't see it, so he silently lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand.
By the way, he called out to the boy on the opposite side who was also taken by the way.
"Cough, Junior Brother Yin, come, let's drink tea, drink tea."
-on the street.
Ye Yunlan had already sheathed his sword.
Taking advantage of the absence of the guards in the Nascent Soul period, Shen Shu threw them to the ground and rushed to Ye Yunlan's side, "Master, are you okay?"
The scorching sun swayed.
Transparent sweat dripped down Ye Yunlan's cheeks, extremely morbidly pale.
His heart still hurts, as if he was bound by chains, he frowned, and he was speechless.
The surrounding voices suddenly turned from silence to loudness, and countless fiery eyes stared at him.
As soon as he thought that the man just now was staring at him, a feeling of nausea grew.
The gust of wind just now came suddenly, and it was just right, at the moment when he condensed all his mind and attacked Nangong Qing with his sword.
If it is an ordinary monk, it may be mistaken for a coincidence.
But how familiar he is with that person, he knows that he is proficient in yin and yang spells, and is good at deducing heaven's secrets.
Now, although I don't know his cultivation base geometry.
But the young patriarch of the Chen family, the power of the ancient bloodline must be the most prosperous of his peers, and it is not surprising what kind of cultivation he will have.
In his previous life, he did everything possible to escape his identity as a chess piece in the opponent's hand, and he will never repeat the same mistakes in this life.
Shen Shu seemed to realize something, and turned sideways to block most of the overly enthusiastic sights around him, "Master, since we have been rescued, let's go first."
Ye Yunlan took a deep breath and indifferently squeezed out a word, "Go."
Shen Shu walked to the front to open the way for Ye Yunlan.
It's just that the number of people watching has become extremely large.
"Is he the Tan Qingzong of the Northern Territory, Xu Qingyue, who is known as the most beautiful person in the cultivation world?" Someone asked.
"No, I have just met Xu Qingyue, and I have already entered the Xunxian Pavilion. But he... I have never seen him."
"Then who is this person? Such a swordsmanship, and such a face... How come I've never heard of it before?"
Someone in the crowd squeezed out and wanted to cut them off. Shen Shu raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were full of chills, "Go away."
Although his cultivation base was only a golden pill, everyone present saw that he had only one enemy and more than one enemy, and he was still fighting across borders without falling behind, and they no longer dared to intercept him.
After walking out of the crowd, Shen Shu cast an invisible spell on Shizun and himself, and the surroundings were much cleaner.
He paid attention to the situation of his master, and found that after leaving the place, the other side looked a lot better, and he was a little relieved.
Suddenly I heard a young voice behind me, "Wait... Wait a minute."
Ye Yunlan stopped slightly.
Turning around, he saw the young man he had just rescued.
He saves people out of habit.
But in fact, the habits of the previous life do not need to be retained in this life.
As long as he no longer appears by that person's side in this life, he will no longer be the opponent's weakness.
That person will become the lord of the Demon Realm, the Supreme Demon Dao, who will be free and carefree and look down on the world.
... not in front of him with souls and bones, no bones left.
Just after being reborn, he is still doing what he can, doing good deeds.
He thought that he was probably afraid, everything was just a dream, and his prayers would not be fulfilled in this life.
Ye Yunlan looked down at the boy, "What's the matter."
Teenager: "Thank you... for saving me."
Ye Yunlan looked indifferent, "No need to say thank you."
After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but the young man trotted over and stood in front of Ye Yunlan and Shen Shu.
Shen Shu was originally looking at the young man, but at this moment he frowned, took a step forward, and stood in front of Ye Yunlan.
"I have set up a stealth formation around, how did you see us?"
The boy opened his eyes, his pupils were pitch-black, like a smooth mirror surface, without waves, and said, "Seeing... means seeing."
The young man has a pair of eyes that are born to see through formations.
Shen Shu was able to break through the formation in Helan Zeyuan back then because of his superb talent in formation, and he knew how to use those who entered the formation, so he responded immediately.
But this is to break through, not to see through.
To see through requires thinking, and it can be explained by the talent of the array technique, but to see through is an innate ability.
The power of blood.
Being a teenager is not easy.
Ye Yunlan stared at the young man with low eyes. He didn't get any information from his clothes. He said, "Did you come to Tianchi Mountain alone? Where are your parents and relatives? They said that you stole the spiritual tool. What happened?"
The boy said: "I have a brother. I came to Tianchi Mountain to find my brother." He said, pouting childishly, "I didn't steal a spirit weapon, this was originally something my brother left for me."
He took out a piece of blood-red jade from the jacket, with a faint light lingering on it, and an indescribable strange feeling.
Ye Yunlan glanced, and his eyelids jumped.
This is the ancient chalcedony.
Lingshi is a common currency in the practice world, and it is divided into high-grade, middle-grade and low-grade. Lingyu is a higher rank than Lingshi, and one Lingyu can be worth 10,000 high-grade Lingshi.
This is just an ordinary spiritual jade, and the spiritual jade chalcedony is the most essence of a spiritual mine. If you hollow out a whole vein, you may not be able to get a few pieces. The value is indescribable.
What ordinary monks don't know is that above the spiritual marrow, there is a truly priceless treasure, the ancient chalcedony.
As long as you wear it, even if you don't practice, you can gradually change the physique of a mortal body, improve the cultivation base, and reach the extreme of the six realms of the mortal body.
This kind of thing is not something that can be mined in ordinary spiritual mines, and must be produced by fairy-level spiritual mines controlled by ancient families.
And even in the ancient family, there are only a handful of families with fairy-level spirit mines.
I am afraid that the headmaster of the Taoist sect would not dare to provoke such a behemoth.
Nangong Qing dared to take action against the young man, I am afraid he just thought that this thing was an ordinary chalcedony, so he was greedy and slandered and robbed.
Ye Yunlan asked, "What's your name?"
The boy said, "My name is Ye Xun."
The last name is Ye?
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and continued: "Where's your brother's name?"
Teenager: "My brother's name is... Ye Xuanguang."
Ye Yunlan was still stunned even though he had already anticipated it earlier.
The young man didn't feel the difference, but opened his big dark eyes and asked, "Have you... seen my brother?"
Ye Yunlan's expression became a little cold.
"Since your brother has already left you, why are you still looking for him?"
The teenager shook his head, "My brother... My brother didn't leave me behind. Someone attacked us, and my brother disappeared to save me... I must find my brother."
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, the young man spoke incoherently, but his face was still expressionless, looking a little dumbfounded.
Ye Yunlan listened, lowered her head and slowly looked at the young man's face, and after a while, said lightly, "Really."
elder brother.
According to blood relatives, the young man in front of him should probably also call him brother.
He closed his eyes, turned his head to Shen Shu and said, "It's getting late, Shen Shu, let's go to the psychic stream."
Shen Shu: "Okay, Master."
Before leaving, Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and finally told the young man: "Don't take out that blood jade in your hand and let others see it. Besides, when you meet strangers in the future, don't be meticulous about everything. Full disclosure."
"Don't just trust anyone, even if that person saved you."
After a pause, he said, "I wish you all the best... Find your brother."
He turned around.
The young man blinked, not understanding why he suddenly left again, and said seriously: "I will say so much when I see no one."
"I just think, you're... close enough to believe."
Ye Yunlan stopped for a while, but did not look back after all.
- The psychic stream is deep in Tianchi Mountain.
The two master and apprentice passed through the bustling town, and the tall and magnificent outline of Tianchi Mountain appeared in front of them.
Tianchi Mountain is the highest mountain in Central Continent. It is said that the top of the mountain is connected to the heavens one after another.
The Tongling Stream is a top-to-bottom stream in the Tianchi Mountains. From a distance, it looks like a blue silk and satin. When you step into it, you realize that there is something else inside.
The psychic stream is somewhat similar to many secret realms, and it can only be opened during the discussion of Taoism. It is an extra-world space specially set up by the ancient power.
People who come from all over the world to participate in the Tianchi Mountain Discussion and Taoism Conference are all in the psychic stream.
Step into the psychic stream.
Entering the eye is a path, with fluorescent light dancing in the air, trees on both sides, the fruit on the treetops shimmering, and the silver grass on the ground is swaying.
The world of the psychic stream has only darkness.
"Let's go."
Ye Yunlan said, stepping on the trail, Shen Shu followed closely.
The surroundings gradually changed from quiet to loud, as if in a flash, the trail came to an end, and the voices of people in front were noisy.
Hundreds of Kongming lanterns floated in the air, and in front of them was a bustling market.
A disciple dressed in a black and white Taoist robe with a Tai Chi pattern on his sleeves came over, he was holding a thick scroll in his hand, and was holding a Mao notebook to write, bowed his head and said, "Two Taoists, dare to ask which disciple they are. ?"
Black and white robe, Tai Chi pattern.
A disciple of Mozong.
The Tianchishan Taoist Conference is held once every ten years. It is presided over by the six Taoist sects in turn.
"The two of me are disciples of Tianzong." Ye Yunlan said lightly.
"Tianzong..." The Mozong disciple nodded, wrote a few words on his hand, and said, "Dare to ask the name taboo?"
"Ye Yunlan, next to me is my disciple Shen Shu."
There were not a few people who attended the Taoist discussion together with the master and the disciple. The Mozong disciple nodded again and handed out a night pearl, "Tianzong disciples all live on the East Moon Shadow Wall in the Tongling Stream. You can embed this pearl in front of the door. You will be able to occupy one of the cave dwellings and use it as the base for this Taoist discussion meeting.”
Ye Yunlan reached out and took it.
That Mozong disciple kept his head down and kept his head down. The Dao meeting was held. As a Mozong disciple, he was so busy that his feet could not touch the ground. He had to be greeted here and sent to him. It really made him very tired and tired.
But seeing a slender and beautiful hand taking Ye Mingzhu, he was stunned for a moment, then he looked up and saw a face as clear as snow under the stars in the night.
A blush suddenly appeared on his face, "Dao... Fellow Daoist, do you need me to lead the way?"
Ye Yunlan: "Please point me in a direction."
He raised his hand and pointed, Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, and took Shen Shu there.
The Mozong disciple stopped at the same place, and suddenly felt that he was assigned this tiring errand by the sect, and did not teach him to be tired.
- Moon Shadow Wall is in the east of the psychic stream.
In the upper left corner, a full moon is slanted. Look closely, that moon is not a real moon, but a luminous luminous stone.
The shadows of the trees swayed on the moon shadow wall with the moonlight. Many caves were opened on it. There were stone plaques in front of the caves with the name of the caves engraved on them.
There are grooves under the stone plaque, some of which have been embedded with night pearls, which proves that they have been occupied, and some have not yet.
Ye Yunlan randomly chose a cave and walked in. There were two ancient characters "Ziyun" engraved on the plaque outside the cave.
Insert the night pearl in the hand into the groove, and the cave will light up with a faint light.
This cave is very quiet. After entering, it is not as narrow as imagined, but rather vast, with fluorite lamps on the stone walls.
What is especially peculiar is that in the center of this cave, stands a huge purple cloud tree.
There is a stone table under the purple cloud wood, and there are several stone piers around it as stools.
The giant tree was full of purple-blue flowers. There was no wind in the cave, but petals slowly fell and scattered on the stone table and the ground.
beautiful.
"The person who built the cave mansion back then should be a gentleman." Ye Yunlan said softly.
The pain caused by the incantation in his soul has been relieved a lot, but he inevitably felt exhausted. He sat down on the stone bench and rubbed his temples.
Shen Shu looked around, and finally saw a stone bed in the corner, but he was a little dissatisfied, "It's said to be a cave, but it's so empty, not even a pillow."
"The cave house is originally used by practitioners. The more lonely and lonely it is, the more it can teach people to calm down. It is naturally different from my bamboo residence." Ye Yunlan explained calmly, but saw Shen Shu took out the soft pillow and brocade quilt from the storage ring. , neatly paved the stone bed, took out a mysterious copper heater, walked over and placed it by the table.
Couldn't help but laugh.
"Why did you even bring these things..."
Shen Shu said: "Master is willing to accompany me to participate in the Tianchishan Taoist discussion, so I naturally have to prepare properly for Master."
"You..." There was warmth from the heater, and Ye Yunlan's brows eased slightly.
He closed his eyes for a while, and then opened his mouth again: "Three days later, the discussion of Taoism will begin. At that time, when the psychic stream reaches the heaven level, it will be the battlefield for the disciples of all sects. And only the first ten people to reach the top, Only qualified for the final test at the top of the clouds."
From the outside, the psychic stream looks like a secluded stream from the top to the bottom of Tianchi Mountain. They are now at the bottom of the psychic stream.
Only through the ascending steps, can the current flow upwards and continue to climb. Until you get out of Tongling Stream, to the top of Tianchi Mountain, the top of floating clouds.
On the way, there are the tests set by the predecessors, and there is also the cruelty that the two collide, and the winner can only move forward.
Three days later, when the ascending steps opened, tens of thousands of young disciples from all over the world began to climb up at the same time.
Although Ye Yunlan had never participated in the Tianchishan Taoist Conference, but only from the description in the book, he could imagine how vast the scene was at that time.
Shen Shu said seriously: "I will never embarrass Master."
Hearing this, Ye Yunlan opened his eyes, he was very tired, his eyes stared at Shen Shu, his clear voice was stern.
"Shen Shu, remember it. You came to the Taoist discussion meeting this time to broaden your horizons and increase your knowledge. What you want to surpass is always only yourself. You don't need to be brave, and you don't need to be stubborn and obsessed. Teacher... I don't need you to make a face."
"Your physique is different from others. If you have a demon in your heart, it is extremely difficult to understand. I don't want you to work so hard to set foot on the road, and you have walked so far, but in the end it fell short."
Shen Shu knew that just now he was agitated by Nangong Qing, but he failed to suppress it in time. He was noticed by his master, and after all, he left a knot for the other party.
It's just, how does the other party know that he occasionally leaks the trace of hostility, which is not as good as his true one.
The shadow on the ground twisted slightly for a moment.
"I remember, Master."
Shen Shu walked in front of Ye Yunlan, knelt down halfway, put his face on Ye Yunlan's lap like a teenager coquettish to his elders, and said in a low voice, "Master, don't worry about me."
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, then reached out and touched the puppet print on Shen Shu's neck, stroking again and again, without speaking.
Shen Shu knew that he was angry, so he obediently let him touch until the other party's movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
Shen Shu looked up and found that the other party was already asleep.
He stood up slowly and looked at the person sleeping under the purple cloud wood.
The man was resting on the stone table, his black hair twisted and spread out, revealing a small half of his face.
Purple-blue petals fell between his hair, and the long eyelashes drooped down, giving an illusion of weakness.
It makes people want to hold him in his arms and protect him forever.
He remembered that when the master said that he rested too late and was worried that he would not be born high in the future, he acted like a spoiled child to the master, saying that he could no longer rely on the master's arms if he was born too high.
At that time, Master just tapped him on the head and said, "If you meet someone you like in the future, will it be possible for you to stay in someone else's girl's arms, and ask others to pamper you and get used to you, not you to hug you? Protect her, protect her?"
At that time, he really didn't understand, thinking that if you are not high, you will not be high, as long as you can always be with your master, it doesn't matter.
But now he understands.
If you like someone, you won't be willing to hide in that person's arms anymore.
He wanted to hold him and protect him.
I want to give him the best things in the world.
He wants to stand tall.
- Ye Yunlan was trapped in a dream.
The moonlight is bleak, the magic palace.
This is the first day after the full moon night.
The man disappeared as usual.
He wore chains on his wrists and ankles, and there were traces of ambiguous blue and purple on his neck.
His body seemed to fall apart, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.
He was soft on the bed, looking at the distant moon on the window edge, silent for a long time.
... He hadn't seen the moon for a long time.
But suddenly a familiar voice came.
"Yunlan."
"I heard that Demon Venerable wants to marry you," the man said softly, his voice as gentle as ever, "My husband just happened to pass by Demon Territory, so he came to see you."
In the moonlight of Xiao Shu, a figure wearing a moon white robe gradually condensed.
Chen Weiyuan came over, grabbed his wrist with red marks from the chains, and said with pity, "How did it get like this."
He said hoarsely, "Don't touch me."
Chen Weiyuan sighed lightly, "I know that the lady resents me." The other party gently stroked his wrist, "But the lady doesn't know, I sent you into the magic palace just because I had to."
He turned his face away, not wanting to listen to this man's sweet lies, and said, "Go away."
"Don't be petty anymore, eh?" Chen Weiyuan said softly, "Yunlan, as long as you promise to do one thing for me, there will be no obstacles between us, and you and I will be able to last forever, forever. Together—" A knife was placed in his palm.
"There is a Slaughtering Curse on this knife. As long as the tip of the knife can pierce the Demon Venerable's flesh, it can seriously injure him."
"My position as the wife of the Chen family will always be reserved for you. As long as you kill the Demon Venerable, we will be of one mind forever, inseparable between life and death..."
He finds it ridiculous.
But the heart was beating uncontrollably and rapidly, and the voice of the other party seemed to be infiltrated with a deadly drug, revealing endless bewitching.
"Yunlan, I know you still love me."
Chen Wei went a long way.
He seemed to have tinnitus in his ears, and in the cramped prison cell, the Demon Venerable hugged him deeply, as if to smash him into his stomach, and repeatedly asked him the same question.
"Xianchang, have you ever loved me for so many years?"
The tinnitus became heavier and heavier, and together with Chen Weiyuan's voice, it seemed to fill his heart like a ghost.
He bit the tip of his tongue, barely regaining a sense of sobriety, and said hoarsely, "Chen Weiyuan... I said, I want you to get out."
"Yunlan, you forgot again, you should call me husband." Chen Weiyuan approached him, snorted on his neck, wrapped him in a gentle and familiar breath, "Tell my husband, do you still love me, eh?"
"No, I don't love you anymore, what I love is your honor—" he said word by word.
Words like weeping blood.
The gentle breath around him seemed to be cold for a moment.
"Niangzi always likes to lie," Chen Weiyuan said firmly: "How can you fall in love with that devil? We made an agreement on the day we made a contract. In this life and this life, your heart will only be for me. beat."
Chen Weiyuan touched his left chest with his hand and said with a low smile, "Look, it's beating."
"Yun Lan, kill that devil for my husband, okay?"
The temples throbbed, as if they were about to burst.
With all his strength, he threw the knife in his hand to the ground.
"Go away - no matter what, I will never hurt him, you go away!"
Chen Weiyuan finally changed color.
"Yunlan, you are always so stubborn." The gentle smile on his face faded, "Is it so difficult to obey your heart?"
His hands trembled and his nails sank into his flesh, only then did he restrain the surging, surging, unstoppable pain.
"Then there is no way."
Chen Weiyuan said and took out a jade.
That was when they formed a contract, and the jade on which the two sides had dripped blood and blood together represented that they were in the same boat and were inseparable in life and death.
Under the moonlight, the jade exudes a bleak light.
"Yunlan." Chen Weiyuan said, he picked up the knife on the ground and put it in his palm, "Take this knife and find a chance to stab the Demon Venerable body."
Chen Weiyuan clenched the jade tightly.
His soul seemed to be gripped tightly by the other party.
All perseverance was defeated in the face of the power of incomprehensible.
He could no longer control his body, took the knife like a puppet, and said obediently, "Yes."
Chen Wei walked away.
He was still lying on the bed, looking at the moon outside the window, folded his hands and held the knife in his hand.
The empty eyes slowly opened.
A drop of water fell on the handle of the knife.
No one saw.
The screen turned suddenly.
Lightless cave, he was contained in the deepest darkness.
The clothes on his body have been stripped off, and his hands and feet are entangled with slippery things. He kneels on the cold ground, his hands are suspended in the air, his body is extremely hot, but his heart is extremely cold.
Someone came slowly.
With a ticking sound.
- It was the wound on the opponent's abdomen, which was wounded by the Slaughter Curse, but never healed, dripping blood.
His jaw was pinched by the opponent.
Demon Venerable's voice was low and hoarse: "Xianchang, the deity was not as you wished, and was surrounded and suppressed by those so-called Xianmen righteousness, are you disappointed?"
He wanted to shake his head, but something slippery wrapped his neck around his neck, so he could only lift his head and let out a low, muffled groan.
"The deity heard that there is a spell in the world that can erase all memory of one person for another person, and transfer all his love for that person to the person who cast the spell."
"If it is possible, this deity really wants to cast this spell on you."
The Demon Venerable said while gnashing his teeth, suddenly leaned over and hugged him.
Tears flowed slowly from the side of his face.
What he couldn't say was, if there is such a spell in the world...
He is actually willing, and the other party will cast it on him.
The screen turns again.
Buddhist hall.
Holding the Asura sword and wearing a hideous ghost face, he slowly knelt down in front of the Buddha.
"Dare to ask the master, is there a law in this world that can cut off the root of love and make me no longer disturbed by another person in this world?"
The master said: "Refuge can cut off the root of love."
"I have attachments and I can't take refuge."
The master said: "Love is hard to come by, and love lasts forever, so why break the root of love?"
He said indifferently: "If I can't love the person I want to love, and in the midst of suffering and love, what I don't want, what's the use of having this love."
The master sighed lightly and said: "If you want to cut off the root of love, you need to pierce the soul with the seven-emotion needle, and engrave the curse of cutting off the love. After that, all love and love is pain, and it cannot be eliminated. Do you think clearly? "
He leaned over and said, "I would like to be ordained."
The Seven Love Needles burned through Nanming Li Huo and pierced into the soul.
The pain of the soul being torn apart swept over.
Ye Yunlan suddenly woke up from the dream.
He found that he was not lying on the stone table under the purple cloud wood, but lying on the stone bed covered with soft brocade quilt.
Shoes, socks, and outerwear were carefully removed, and the stove was placed beside the bed.
He slowly propped up his body, and saw Shen Shu sitting cross-legged on the ground, concentrating his energy.
"Master, you are awake." Shen Shu heard the movement and opened his eyes.
Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, got up and got dressed.
"How long have I slept?" he said.
"Only half a day." Shen Shu replied.
Perhaps it was because of the dream of just now that there was stuffiness in his chest, Ye Yunlan rubbed his brows and said, "Don't rush to practice, today, my teacher will take you to find the materials for refining the sword of life."
"The Spiritual Stream Cultivation Market is a once-in-a-lifetime event. You might as well go and see it."
Walking out of the Moon Shadow Wall, we arrived at the Spiritual Stream Cultivation Market.
Even though it was expected, the surging crowd was still surprising.
Unlike the towns outside Tianchi Mountain, almost all the people who can enter the psychic stream are practitioners. It is rare to gather monks from all over the world here, and the things sold can be described as strange and endless.
The master and the apprentice were walking in the hustle and bustle of the market.
He has put on the power fence again, stopped and walked, and selected suitable sword training materials for Shen Shu.
Shen Shu walked beside him, protecting his master from being bumped into.
Suddenly I heard someone whispering not far away: "Have you heard? The battle of the Western Continent Dynasty has started again. The Sun Dynasty Dynasty launched a war three days ago, and the army crossed the West Sea."
"The matter of the dynasty, how can I wait for the little cultivator to talk about it. Why don't we talk about this Tianchishan Taoist meeting, how many genius Taoist cultivators have gathered."
"Speaking of genius, let alone the prince of the Sun Dynasty Dynasty, that one. He is truly a genius that is rare in the ages. And this year is not over 30 years old, and he is already one step away from the realm of transcendence. With his cultivation base , If you come to this Tianchishan Taoist discussion meeting, wouldn't it be the invincible hand of the younger generation?"
"His Royal Highness, the dignified prince, wouldn't he be able to participate in this kind of competition in the cultivation world? It's just that this prince has such a talent, and the Xingyue Dynasty, which has been opposed to the Sun Dynasty Dynasty for thousands of years, is not restless every day?"
Someone interrupted: "Your news is too late. Half a month ago, the princess of the Xingyue Dynasty was just defeated by the prince at the dawn of the morning, and her cultivation base was abolished. The Xingyue Dynasty will never let the prince go. It just so happened that there has been no news of the prince for half a month, I guess... "
Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly shouted: "The prince of the dynasty has come to Tianchi Mountain on the sunday, look—" "It is said that the prince is going to select talents at the Tianchi Mountain Daoist Conference and go back to serve the dynasty."
"real or fake?"
Ye Yunlan leaned over to select spiritual materials, when she heard the words, she paused.
He straightened up and looked at the darkness of the psychic stream.
In the distance, the dark psychic stream ignited.
The fire was approaching, and it was the honor guard team riding on the flaming beast, and the flag of the royal family on the day of the sun was fluttering.
And the people sitting on top of the Yanlin beast, each wearing a golden sacred mask, only exposed two hollow holes in the eyes.
The monstrous fire surrounds the center, and is the frame of a flying golden dragon head, which is pulled by two Yanlin Beastmasters.
Someone is sitting in the car.
He doesn't speak.
Only a pair of bright golden eyes are indifferent and fierce, staring at the world.