Everyone's weapons have been flashed, and Xue Zhengyi will protect Xue Meng behind him, his face is very bad: "Meng'er, don't go over, you stand behind your father!"
When everyone saw the Spirit Formation, they naturally didn't think of breaking it, because once the Spirit Formation was broken, Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power would be quickly exhausted, and he would probably die immediately, and they still had something to ask him.
No one expected that Xu Shuanglin was hiding a formation beneath the spirit formation.
What kind of formation would that be
Is it a space crack for escape? Or the fierce blood curse that the fish die and the net breaks.
Chu nightning raised his hand and dropped a barrier between the crowd and the formation.
Nangong Si died in front of him, and he didn't want to see more young monks die in front of him.
Chu nightning said: "Be careful, don't rush in."
The sky was dark and clouds gathered. The bright moon that was hanging high was obscured by the thick clouds like turning ink. In an instant, sand and stones flew away, and the dust was dazzling.
Xu Shuanglin, dressed in a pure white shirt, stood in the gust of wind, and suddenly grinned at them: "Thank you for listening to my gossip for so long, thank you, everyone, the formation is on."
As he spoke, the rotten ghost claw pointed back, and the black formation was like a flying dragon flying over the clouds and waves, madly pouring into his palm. After this formation was withdrawn, the following formation was revealed. A mantra of colorful radiance flows.
Xue Meng was shocked: "What is this formation?"
"Is it the formation of rebirth?" This is what Xue Zhengyi turned to ask Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple, but the master shook his head, "Although my sect has sins and knows about rebirth, he never displays it in front of people, so the old man The monks don't know."
Everyone was staring at the formation, each of them seemed to be pulling bowstrings to the extreme. They waited on Xu Shuanglin's little movements. The air was extremely quiet, except for the eerie sound of the gale whistling past.
They are a pot of seemingly calm, but in fact extremely hot oil.
Just a drop of water—
"It's the Corpse Soul Array!!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout.
The stone was shocked, and the explosion exploded.
It was Hua Binan, the Holy Hand of Cold Scales, who recognized the magic formation at first sight, and he shouted loudly, "Corpse Soul Array!! Xu Shuanglin is going to summon Luo Fenghua's corpse demon and perish with us! Hurry up! Never let the formation take shape! !"
Hearing the three words "corpse soul array", almost everyone was confused. They all knew that it was an evil secret technique second only to the three major forbidden techniques. It was a kind of medicine sect magic technique. , what the Cold Scale Holy Hand said is definitely not wrong.
He is also a person who is good at medicine. Jiang Xi has been familiar with the three words of the corpse soul array since he was a child, so he reacts faster than ordinary people. Hit hard at the center of the enchantment!
"Zheng!"
The swords collided and the fireworks were scattered. Xu Shuanglin suddenly flashed in front of the corpse soul barrier at that moment. He drew his sword to block Jiang Xi's weapon, and his eyes were cold.
"This is what I want for the rest of my life, don't even think about getting half a step closer."
Jiang Xi was furious: "What do you want for the rest of your life, is the fish dead and the net broken?"
Xu Shuanglin gritted his teeth and said, "What nonsense!" His hand holding the sword trembled, his blue veins protruded, and his cheeks were flushed.
Jiang Xi said: "You are already covered in bruises, so what if you become a corpse demon? How many more will you be buried with?"
"What corpse demon? What burial?! Open your eyes and show me clearly, where is this—"
"brush!"
Just when Jiang Xi was restraining Xu Shuanglin, a feather arrow infused with spiritual power was shot out of nowhere, and stabbed towards the barrier behind the two at high speed.
"don't want!"
Xu Shuanglin, who has always been with the old god, let out a terrifying scream for the first time tonight, "Stop!!"
Almost at the moment when he was distracted, Xu Shuanglin was slashed by Jiang Xiluo's sword, blood surged in an instant, and he fell to the ground in pain, but his eyes were crazy and desperate, but he didn't see his flesh being cut off, revealing Bone's arm, his eyes were completely split, but it was facing the direction of the enchantment.
There was still a little blood splattered on his face, his eyes were protruding, and his lips were trembling.
Such a look of fear was never seen on the face of Nangong Xu in the past, nor the face of Xu Shuanglin later.
He trembled, his palms maintaining the posture of emitting spiritual power.
This blow, he almost used all his strength, just to stop the cold arrow in front of the formation.
He succeeded.
Xu Shuanglin gasped, blood gushing out from the arm chopped by Jiang Xi, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he saw that the feather arrow was successfully blocked and shattered under his spiritual power. At that time, his blue and white lips trembled, and he squeezed out a smile.
At this time, Mo Ran heard the teacher whispering softly beside him: "This... This is not the formation of corpse demons."
Huang Xiaoyue heard his words, and Huang Xiaoyue snorted coldly: "You are not ashamed at such a young age? How could it be wrong for the Holy Hand of Cold Scale to say that it is a corpse demon formation?"
The teacher shook his head firmly: "The formation of the corpse is not like this."
"I said you are poisonous to the eyes of the holy hand of Yaozong, or are you poisonous to your eyes?"
The teacher was about to say it, but the ink burned and held him.
"Master, don't talk nonsense with this old man." Mo Ran said, "Are you sure this is not a corpse demon formation?"
"It's just like, but definitely not. The corpse demon formation has the luster of fish scales. Although there is light on this formation, it is coherent, not flaky."
At this time, Jiang Xi before the formation said angrily: "Nangong Xu, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?!"
Xu Shuanglin ignored him at all, the formation exuded a dazzling brilliance, and he dragged his damaged body all the way to the front of the formation, blood dripping down the ground.
The smile on his face became more and more obvious. The brilliance of the array illuminated his face, and he actually gave off some high-spirited taste, like a young horse.
He murmured, "It's almost..."
Raise your hand, lightly touch the surface of the formation, the fingertips drop, and ripples appear.
He seemed to be about to meet an old friend who had been separated for many years, a relative who had been separated for a long time, and neither the ferocious wound nor the rotting body could stop his joy.
His eyes were bright, and he kept mumbling: "It's almost... it's going to be soon, it's still a little bit..."
The gust of wind surging around suddenly stopped, the thick clouds dissipated, and the full moon was in the sky. Xu Shuanglin opened his eyes with hope, and he was shaking again, but this time it was not because of fear, but because of excitement, uncontrollable excitement.
"Master..."
Everyone found that the golden light suddenly floated in the enchantment, and then a crystal clear spiritual nucleus emerged.
"Is it Luo Fenghua?!"
"It's Luo Fenghua!"
Luo Fenghua, who had been dead for many years, appeared on the Confucianism Mentoring Stage! A blooming orange tree appeared in the golden barrier, with white petals fluttering and falling. Luo Fenghua was sitting under the tree, with his eyes closed and playing the Konghou.
He was still a phantom, an indistinct, mirror-like sight. Only the regenerated ghost spirit core from the underworld is real, radiating light under that empty body.
"At three or four o'clock in the pool, the strings on the shore chirp once or twice."
A soft and indifferent male voice came from the center of the spiritual core without any humiliation.
Luo Fenghua under the flower tree continued the letter formalities, softly singing a tune of Shuzhong.
"The weak crown is the best time, brisk horses, and see all the flowers in the world..."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice mixed with Luo Fenghua's ethereal voice. It was actually Xu Shuanglin who was sing-along. The voice was choked up, so unpleasant, like a broken gong, like a rotten iron, but it was still so stubborn and so stubborn as if no one else was there. .
"This, this is the corpse demon?" Xue Zhengyi froze, "What the hell is going on?"
There was obviously more than one person who shared the same doubts as him. Even Jiang Xi frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and seemed to have doubts in his eyes.
The golden light floated, Luo Fenghua slowly gathered and formed, the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the lips became clearer and clearer. In this serene singing of Cen Yuan, Hua Binan suddenly shouted: "Quick! The corpse demon is about to take shape!!"
The teacher was very low-key along the way, probably because he knew that he was light-hearted and didn't talk much, but at this time he suddenly turned his head and said loudly to Hua Binan: "The senior of the holy hand is wrong, this is not a corpse demon! It is..."
It's a rebirth formation.
The ink burned in my heart was already clear.
Yes, what the teacher said is not wrong, this is not the formation of corpses, this is the formation of rebirth!
But when a group of people gather together, will everyone believe in an unknown Xiaoxiu, or in a famous Yaozong sage? Hua Binan said that the corpse demon is about to take shape, no matter how the teacher refutes, for most, it is their own life-saving. Immediately, a dark cyan black shadow flew past them at high speed, and before Xu Shuanglin could react, the shadow stabbed a dagger full of spiritual power towards the barrier.
"Do not!!!""
That blow smashed Luo Fenghua's spiritual core violently, and the golden light of the enchantment flickered for a moment, then scattered and disintegrated in an instant.
"No! No! Master! Master!!"
Xu Shuanglin abruptly got up, roared and knocked the man down into the air, flying a foot away. It was a lonely moonlight cultivator who obeyed Hua Binan's instructions at a critical juncture. He suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood—Xu Shuanglin used this blow. Full of ruthlessness, even if he was at the end of the shot, the man was knocked to the ground by him, curled up on the ground and couldn't stop moaning, and soon lost his breath.
But it's too late.
The monk's death doesn't change anything.
Xu Shuanglin tried his best to recapture Luo Fenghua's ghost body and spirit core from the eighteenth floor purgatory. He had already cracked a big hole. He climbed all the way to Luo Fenghua and tried to hold Luo Fenghua's clothes, but the assembled human figure had begun to disperse. Luo Fenghua's clothes were in his hands, like sand between his fingers, water in the basket, he couldn't hold it.
"Master... Master..."
That's what he called first.
Then it was about to go crazy, and there was a ferocious trembling light in his eyes.
"Luo Fenghua! Luo Fenghua!!"
Useless.
No matter how he shouted or called him.
Luo Fenghua's afterimages were quickly dissipating, and in the end, they turned into ten thousand fluorescent spots and blew into the wind...
There is nothing left.
Xu Shuanglin knelt in the same place dumbfounded, standing upright, his whole body seemed very stiff.
He doesn't move.
don't cry.
No more shouting.
On the soul-calling stage, in the raging wind, a cracked spiritual nucleus lost its light and fell to the ground, bleak and colorless.
The spiritual currents of the magic array that were originally going to aggregate into Luo Fenghua's reborn limbs were now like thousands of catkins, constantly swirling and swirling, floating up and down.
Xu Shuanglin knelt in this phantom dream.
After a long time, he seemed to murmur, and seemed to laugh at himself, and said, "It's best to be young in a weak crown, be light-footed, and see the world?"
What a tune.
When he was young, he often heard Luo Fenghua sing.
The eyes full of spirit catkins have become the past years. Among the golden catkins that fluttered, he saw the scene when he saw his master for the first time when he was a child—
At that time, he and his brother were still young, and their father took them to the front of the Rufeng Academy. It was autumn at that time. There was an old orange tree in the academy. The tree was tired with heavy fruits. Under the fruit tree, two A man is talking, a face that is unpretentious, with a shallow expression, and will soon be submerged in the crowd.
The other is heroic and valiant, and Qi Yu is arrogant.
Father took them over and said, "I'll see your master soon."
His brother immediately hurriedly bowed down and said to the man with extraordinary bearing: "Little disciple Nangong Liu, see Master."
The man waved his hand and said, "I just came to ask Mr. Luo for some knowledge. It's not your master. You two young masters, you have mistaken people."
The father also smiled and led them to the man who didn't seem to be very good, and said, "This is your master, Immortal Luo Fenghua."
He raised his head and faced Luo Fenghua with a shy smile. At that time, Luo Fenghua was young, and when he was nervous, he looked even more immature. In his round eyes, the reflections of the two disciples were reflected, and his cheeks were slightly red. . The old master took his hand and said to him: "Xianchang, these two children of mine have very different temperaments, and the suitable cultivation paths may be different. "
Luo Fenghua was holding an orange in his hand. He seemed to be trying hard to pick up the majesty that a teacher should have. However, the hand that kept turning and rubbing the orange revealed his innocence and embarrassment.
Nangong Liu is a ghost, and immediately went up to shout sweetly: "Master Luo, Master Luo."
Luo Fenghua's face was immediately flushed red, and even the tip of his ear was invaded by blood, he waved his hand: "I... No, don't be so polite, I'm also a new teacher, I don't know anything... In the future, I will ask the two young masters for more advice. ,I… "
He "me" for a long time, not knowing what to say, Xu Shuanglin clearly remembers the sun shining in Linyi that day, this is not so much a "master", but Luo Fenghua, who is like "little brother", standing on a tree full of oranges Under the tree, standing in the sky.
The edges of his ears are thin, and in the backlight, light blue blood vessels can be seen under the flesh, and the thin edges of the ears are reflected in a crystal clear orange.
Xu Shuanglin then said the first sentence of his life to Luo Fenghua.
"Luo Xianchang, are you twenty this year?"
This was originally a ridicule, and even the father standing beside him could hear it, but Luo Fenghua couldn't hear it. He actually smiled and answered sincerely: "Not full, I am seventeen this year."
"… "
Xu Shuanglin moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and simply left.
His father pulled him back, pulled him to a corner, and said sternly, "How can Xu'er only look at age and skill?"
"He's not much older than us."
"Wang Xianchang I invited you earlier, you think they are too old!"
"Isn't he too old?" Xu Shuanglin rolled his eyes, "Ninety-seven, I think he is almost disintegrated into an immortal."
"Not even seventeen, not even ninety-seven. What do you want?"
Xu Shuanglin said lazily, "Father, can you stop looking for someone twice, with an eighty-year-old difference?"
"..." The old master got angry, and was embarrassed by his son's words, gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally said, "Although he is not the best in his skills, he has a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, and his techniques are all high-class. In short, you Follow him honestly, and if you are not satisfied after a year, we will change it!"
After talking for a long time, the two came out from the corner. When they returned to the front of the academy, Xu Shuanglin saw that his brother was actually chatting with Luo Fenghua very much. From the look on his brother's face, it seemed that he had known Master Luo for more than ten years. similar.
But this is not too strange, after all, Nangong Liu has the ability, that is, as long as he is willing, he can be as good as anyone.
On the other hand, Luo Fenghua was still a little nervous and restrained in his behavior. He raised his eyes and saw Xu Shuanglin coming, and his nervousness and restraint became more and more obvious.
He looked at Xu Shuanglin with an impatient face, and came to him under the pull of his father.
He hesitated for a while, almost in the most clumsy, child-like way, to please this perverse and willful little apprentice—
He handed Xu Shuanglin the orange he had never eaten.
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
"It's sweet, try it."
The seventeen-year-old little master looked helpless and flustered, even a little pitiful.
Only then did Xu Shuanglin notice that there was even a flat patch on the corner of his clothes.
so poor
It is no wonder that if he can get the position of master of the two sons of the Confucianism Sect, he is uneasy and eagerly begging him.
"I don't like eating oranges." Xu Shuanglin said, "Since Master Luo wants to stay here, this is the first thing I ask Master Luo to remember."
"Xu Er!"
When the old master was about to criticize, Luo Fenghua waved his hand, and quickly took the orange back and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Honorable Master doesn't need to care."
"Hey, my child is rude, and I don't know how to respect the teacher at all, which makes the fairy aggrieved."
"It doesn't matter." Luo Fenghua smiled and looked at Xu Shuanglin again, his eyes were warm and friendly, and he was a little cautious, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you are a teacher or not, I have a lot of knowledge, you can just learn from me, You don't have to recognize me as a master."
The old head hurriedly said: "Then how can it be done..."
"Names are all false." Luo Fenghua's cheeks were flushed, and he scratched his head uneasily, "Actually, I also feel that I am too young..." He turned his head and said to Xu Shuanglin, "If the young master minds, in the future Just call me by my name."
Xu Shuanglin looked at him quietly for a while, then laughed out loud, just when Luo Fenghua, the poor honest man was confused by him and became more and more embarrassed, he straightened his clothes and gave him a salutation. , and then raised his face.
The fragrance of the orange tree is fragrant, and the light and shadow are moving.
Xu Shuanglin smiled, his eyebrows were domineering, and the corners of his mouth were slightly arrogant and evil, but he was still young at that time, and when he laughed, he naturally had a hint of peach-like tenderness and sweetness.
That said, the names are false.
So, why should he care so much about calling the other party
So Xu Shuanglin lazily called to him, "Master."
The orange leaves rustled and mottled all over the ground.
got windy.
Forget it, that is, just make do with a master, and in less than a year and a half, it's time to find another family, he thought.
At that time, Xu Shuanglin really thought that everything was as usual and ordinary, and this day was nothing but an ordinary day in his life.
The author has something to say: Luo Fenghua's song is adapted from Meng Jiao's "Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, I can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day", and the source has been indicated in the words~