puff-
Blood spurted out with the long sword, Gong Wei staggered back half a step, and fell to the ground.
There was a clanging sound, and the poisonous dagger slipped out of his hand and fell beside his feet.
"Principal!" "Sect Master Xu?!" "What's going on here, this—"
Everyone on the Ascension Stage hurried forward, but their shocked faces could no longer be seen clearly. Gong Wei fell to the ground and looked up along the blood-flowing long sword. The hilt of the sword engraved with the three characters "I can't help it" was tightly grasped by a slender and powerful hand. .
And up the arm, is Xu Shuangce's condescending face that has been frozen all the year round:
"...you want to kill me?"
Gong Wei closed his eyes and gasped for breath, then opened his eyes and looked at the mountains and forests in the deep winter in the distance.
Xu Shuangce's voice seemed to be a little louder, maybe because he got closer, every word seemed to come from between his teeth:
"why?"
Gong Wei didn't answer, the coldness of the rapid loss of blood paralyzed his senses, and even his vision was blurred. In a trance, he heard boiling noises in the distance, and several grandmasters rushed forward at the same time, forcibly inputting spiritual power to continue their lives, but it was to no avail.
Xu Shuangce is already in the Mahayana realm, the number one person in the world, but he never leaves his soul under his sword.
"...I'm sorry." Gong Wei laughed off and on, blood kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, and the smile lines on his pale face were a little startling: "I'm sorry, you... you see... "
"Don't move!" "President Gong!" "Don't move!"
Gong Wei didn't seem to hear the surrounding shouts, panting and raising his hand, looking in the direction he pointed, only to see the cold winter mountains and forests gray and white, the cold wind whistling the mountains and the sea of pine, and disappearing on the distant horizon:
"Look, Peach Blossom."
—Xu Shuangce's face and even his breathing seemed to be frozen.
At that moment, Gong Wei's right eye pupil was strangely red, and at the same time, thousands of crimson petals flew from the slender fingertips, like a group of shining butterflies flying away with the wind, swept from the high white jade platform. To the land covered by the harsh winter.
As if the spring had returned to the world, the mountains, rivers, fields and peach forests were in full bloom, and the extremely splendid red clouds spread to the horizon, reflecting in everyone's terrified eyes:
"This... what is this?!" "Illusion, illusion!"
"You'll never be able to ascend." Gong Wei just lay in the pool of blood, smiling and looking at Xu Shuangce with crooked eyes, but every word was terribly clear: "Your cultivation in this life... that's the end of it. "
He could no longer see Xu Shuangce's expression, and that terrifying illusion of heaven and earth had exhausted the last trace of his spiritual power. Gong Wei's hand fell back to the ground, closed his eyes in the peach blossoms flying all over the sky, and fell into a long, dark sleep.
In the last scene of this life, Xu Shuangce finally leaned down and stretched his hand to his throat—
But he didn't know what happened after he died.
At the beginning of the 28th year of Taiyi, at the Shengxiantai grand event, Gong Wei, the chief of the Xianmeng Punishment and Punishment Institute, armed with a sharp blade, stabbed Xu Shuangce, the sect master of Cangyang, and was killed on the spot by the helpless sword.
The world shook, and everyone knew it.
Sixteen years later.
"—Junior Brother!" "Junior Brother is awake!" "Quickly call Senior Brother here!"
There was a mess around him, as if countless chickens were chattering at their throats, and the tearing made Gong Wei's temples throbbing in pain.
His first thought was: Big Brother? My brother in charge is here
But then he realized that it was wrong, because in the Immortal League, apart from the senior senior brother Ying Kai, there would not be so many people calling him junior brother.
Gong Wei reluctantly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was pain—the pain that his limbs and limbs seemed to be interrupted and then picked up again, a typical sequelae of inadvertently going crazy in cultivation.
The pain made his mind dizzy and his vision blurred, and it took a while for him to gradually become clear. The first thing that jumped into his eyes was the plain white bed curtain, and then the whole small and simple, but fairly clean room. A young man who was about to be crowned, with his hair tied and a saber hurried forward, surrounded by five or six teenagers, and asked, "Junior brother, how are you? Lie down! Don't move!"
… It seems that the last roar I heard before I died was the dean, don’t move, this familiar coincidence is really heartwarming…
Gong Wei lay back in a dizzy mind, only to see that the senior brother told several teenagers to guard outside the door, then grabbed his hand and carefully probed for the pulse, and was very relieved: "Junior brother's spiritual pulse is weak. , but there is no danger of life, which is really good!"
who I am
where am I
Am I not already dead
"Junior brother, please remember that the question of Xiuxian is a danger in danger. If you go into trouble next time, it will be easy to destroy all your cultivation bases, and you may even die!—Ah, senior brother knows that you are too sad, But there is no room for change in Yuchixiao's resignation. Junior and brother should relax. The origin of blood is not your choice, nor is it your fault; don't say that you are only half of the blood of the Charming Demon, even if you are completely a Charming Demon, let's People will not change their views on you because of this, and they will not have any contempt..."
Gong Wei, who was upright and corpse, suddenly heard something remarkable: "Wait?"
The senior brother had not heard of it, he probably had rehearsed countless times while he was in a coma, and at the moment he persuaded him with impassioned and bitter words: "Even though the Charming Monster has never forged a golden elixir since ancient times, at least half of you, junior brother, are human, so There must be hope! As long as you are stubborn and diligent in the future, we all believe that you will be able to achieve a positive result! When the day when you will be proud in the future, we... What's wrong with you, junior brother? Are you sick again?! Come help! !"
Gong Wei sat up in shock as he was dying, grabbed the senior brother, and a trace of unconcealed shock flashed in his eyes:
"Charming Monster?!"
Senior brother was even more frightened than him: "Junior brother! Junior brother, have you lost your memory?!"
After half an hour, Gong Wei finally managed to piece together the outline based on the information he got from side-by-side and the scattered memories left by the original body.
His original name was Xiang Xiaoyuan. He was a junior disciple who had just established a foundation. He was average in talent and low in cultivation, but he was very famous in the sect.
Because the brain lacks a string.
Most disciples who have spiritual roots and can cultivate immortals are not far behind in their natural intelligence, but Xiang Xiaoyuan is a one-in-a-million exception. Sixteen years ago, the disciples at the gate found him still in swaddling at the foot of the mountain. He had a high fever and was so angry that he couldn't even cry, and there was nothing around him except the four pillars and eight characters written in blood. The elders of the sect have been busy for half a month with the help of doctors and medicines, and the high fever that almost killed the baby only subsided, but it inevitably hurt his intelligence - everyone agreed that it is that the child's brain is not right now. the culprit.
Xiang Xiaoyuan did not learn to speak until he was six or seven years old, and barely built a foundation until he was thirteen or fourteen years old. So far, he has not been able to form a golden elixir, so he is not qualified to formally apprentice, and has always been an outside disciple.
- If this child was born useless, it would not be. For example, he is well-behaved and ignorant, diligent and diligent, no matter how difficult the practice is, he will complete it seriously, never complaining about suffering or tired, there is no teacher in the sect. Don't like him; but it's scary that these virtues don't make up for another fatal behavioral flaw in him.
He likes to see pretty sisters.
This child's love for the beautiful sister is natural. As long as he meets the beautiful fairies on the road, he can follow the girls for half an hour, and he will not say anything when others ask him, just like he has entered a magical barrier. In the past, when he was young, he didn't need to pay attention to the defense of men and women. Most of the sisters laughed it off and didn't care about him seriously. As a result, the problem became more and more serious. Gradually, he not only followed the beautiful young lady, but even the beautiful little brother began to attract his attention. .
-If this were to be changed sixteen years ago, when Gong Wei, the head of the Xianmeng Punishment and Punishment, was still alive, he had personally driven Xiang Xiaoyuan when he first fell ill, and slapped him back to the furnace for remodeling. The second time he dared to fall ill again, he was directly tied back to the prison to be transformed by the surging love of the dean.
But surprisingly, the people around Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't scold him severely, and even once he stumbled and followed a group of medical practitioners down the mountain. The disciple took good care of him for half a month before sending him back. Before leaving, he reluctantly gave him a bag full of medicinal pills.
Xiang Xiaoyuan went so smoothly without any setbacks. He grew up to be sixteen years old under everyone's pampering and pampering. Until half a year ago, he went down the mountain with his senior brother to buy things, and met Mrs. Yuchi's family on the way.
Senior brother could not see the wrong way, so Xiang Xiaoyuan got into the carriage without hesitation. This kind of rude behavior was dragged out on the spot and beaten to death. However, Mrs. Yuchi, who was hit right on the spot, didn't have time to attack, and all her anger suddenly turned into a surprise. Snuggled up beside her, touched his hair and sighed:
"The rumors in the rivers and lakes don't deceive me. You are such a beautiful wife."
Her second sentence was:
"I have a son, Yu Chixiao, who has reached the age of the crown and has not yet married. Would you like to form a Taoist companion with him?"
Yu Chixiao, the son and nephew of the Jianzong family, has a reputation for being outstanding, and is the leader of the younger generation of Xuanmen.
It is possible that Xiang Xiaoyuan's mind doesn't quite understand what it means to be a Taoist partner, but everyone knows that this marriage is a big deal. If it weren't for the special internal situation of the Jianzong family, it should have been absolutely impossible. So the teachers immediately responded to Mrs. Yuchi's request, and quickly exchanged the four pillars and eight characters and the token of life deed.
- At the moment of the ceremony, he was suddenly strongly opposed by one person.
who? Yu Chixiao himself.
"I already have my own heart, so I can't follow the orders of my parents. Please forgive me. In addition, as far as I know, the little son of your clan has half the blood of a charming demon, so there are many strange things in his behavior. Such an inhuman thing , I really can't ask for the great road with him, please forgive me!"
Yuchixiao's words were too quick and merciless, even his own mother didn't have time to stop him, the word Charming Yao blurted out, Xiang Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded.
Charming Monster is one of the lowest monsters, with beautiful appearance and incomplete mind. Apart from easily arousing the goodwill of others, there is no demonic power. Others are almost no different from mortals. The laws of the Immortal Alliance strictly stipulate that demons must be eliminated, but it is an exception to the charm monsters, because of two points: first, they cultivate with people, which is of great benefit to the monks; second, the intelligence of the charm monsters is too low, which is harmful to people. They can't learn such advanced things, and they are so stupid that they can't bear it.
Xiang Xiaoyuan has been cultivating hard for many years, but he never knew that he was a Charming Monster. All his efforts from the very beginning were in vain.
The elders did not dare to tell him for fear of hurting his heart.
The child went back in a daze, suddenly vomited three liters of blood in the middle of the night, and then went crazy. Fortunately, the brothers and sisters have already prepared, and they have been lined up for twelve hours a day to stare at this little evil obstacle, only to find out in time that the person has been rescued, otherwise he will be in danger of exploding and dying on the spot.
After being in a coma for half a month, Xiang Xiaoyuan finally woke up from the muddle, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
No one knew that the one who woke up was Gong Wei, the head of the Xianmeng Punishment Academy, who died under Xu Shuangce's sword sixteen years ago.
The room was as quiet as death, Gong Weiyi put his hand on his forehead and was silent for a long time.
Senior brother held the quilt in fear, preparing to rush out at any time if he showed signs of going mad, "Junior brother? Junior brother, are you alright?"
The younger brother is not good, the younger brother is already dead, and the soul has passed the Naihe Bridge!
"..." Gong Wei finally sighed, looked up at his senior brother, and said sincerely: "This brother, there is one thing I have to tell you. In fact, I am not—"
The senior brother stared at Gong Wei nervously.
Gong Wei looked back at his senior brother expressionlessly.
"...No." The next moment Gong Wei changed his mind and said, "I want to meet Yuchixiao first."
I know the expression on your brother's face that you are going to get sick: "Absolutely not!!"
Gong Wei compromised: "Mrs. Yuchi is fine too."
"It's even more unacceptable!!! The teacher's sect strictly ordered you to rest in peace to avoid mood swings, and you are not allowed to see anyone with the surname Yuchi in this world!!"
"… "
This time Gong Wei was silent for a full cup of tea before he raised his head again and looked at his senior brother sincerely and said, "Then let's go back to the thing we had to tell you just now. In fact, I'm not—"
Knock knock knock! The nervous voice of the disciple resounded outside the door: "Senior Brother Qian, Senior Brother Qian! The visitor from the Sword Sect has arrived at the front hall, and the Master is calling you to ask Junior Brother Xiang if his condition is getting better!"
- Jianzong Yuchi's family, I fell asleep and met the pillow!
But Senior Brother Qian immediately put him back on the couch, fearing that he would make trouble, so he could not help but tuck several layers of quilts into his neck: "Senior brother, take a good rest, don't think too much about it. Later, seniors, your seniors, seniors and seniors. Come to accompany you, you are not allowed to run around, you know?"
Gong Wei nodded obediently: "Got it."
Senior Brother Qian never imagined that what this fellow in front of him is best at is talking to people and talking to ghosts. Hearing that, he felt great comfort, and after a long time of pouring water and tea, he hurried away.
As a result, as soon as he left, Gong Wei immediately turned over to the bed, straightened his clothes, patted his cuffs, and opened the door with a creak. Looking back, in unison:
"Why did Junior Brother get out of bed and walk around, hurry up and go back to rest and recuperate!"
"Junior brother is hungry and thirsty, tell senior brother where to go?"
... Do you need to be so guarded!
The six eyes met, the air froze, and the faces of the two teenagers blushed strangely at the same time.
Gong Wei clapped his hands in a timely manner, interrupted by the voice, lowered his eyebrows and closed the door and returned to the house, looking around, his eyes fell on the window locked by the iron chain.
After counting interest.
The chain was silently broken into several pieces. Gong Wei, relying on the lightness of his body, nimbly drilled the gap, then patted the ashes, stomped his feet, habitually put his hands behind him, and went straight to the front hall calmly.
Gong Wei presided over the Penalty Academy in his last life, and made outstanding contributions to promoting the education level of the immortal world, improving the brand image of the Xianmeng, and maintaining the peaceful development of the various sects. No such thing - but it's true to round up.
Therefore, he had a lot of dealings with the Yuchi family. The head of the family was Yuchi Rui, the sword sect of the current "one family, two respects and three sects". He held great power, strong power, and detached status. In terms of seniority, he was the uncle of Yuchixiao's brother. , is also the old iron of Gong Wei's bragging and provoking troubles and eating melon seeds in his last life - he bragging and causing troubles and watching plays, Yuchi Rui nibbles melon seeds.
After so many years, he didn't know whether Xu Shuangce was dead or not. If he wasn't dead, he would probably be willing to raise his sword to kill him again. But Gong Wei is not very afraid of this. As long as he hugs Lao Tie's thigh in time and covers him with the status of the sword god Wei Chi Rui, the two can still find a way to rescue Xiang Xiaoyuan's soul from the underworld. back into this body.
Gong Wei was adorned with Senior Brother Qian in the distance, and strolled around the back mountain to the front hall, and saw a group of outer disciples in blue clothes standing attentively in the distance. The way it was caught.
He rolled his eyes, went straight to the roof, and quietly lifted two glazed tiles.
"... This monstrosity is rare in life, and it is very paradoxical. Twenty-eight people have died in Linjiang. I know what the attitude of your ancestor is now. If it were not for human life, I would not dare to go up the mountain to disturb you at this time..."
Several middle-aged cultivators were sitting in a row in the hall, each frowning tightly. Senior Brother Qian, who had just been called, stood beside him, frowning imperceptibly, as if he disagreed but did not dare to speak out.
At this moment, it was a young man in his early twenties who was talking. Gong Wei took a closer look, and saw that this handsome guy had a star-shaped eyebrows and a great aura, but there was a faint arrogance unique to young people between his eyebrows. He was wearing a school uniform of the Sword Sect with a brown eagle back and a gold border. The left arrow sleeve was embroidered with precise lines of gold thread, and it was wrapped in six rings around the upper arm.
These six golden rings have a lot of background.
When the disciples of Jianzong walked the rivers and lakes, they were not qualified to use gold thread at first. Only when they made great achievements and became famous, they opened ancestral halls and told their ancestors. They used gold thread to embroider a family crest on the sleeves of the school uniforms. The standards for making great achievements are very high, including but not limited to: fighting against natural disasters, resolving the scourge of swordsmen and wars, beheading demons at the calamity level, discovering and timely reporting the traces of the Great Demon to the Xianmeng, etc. It is worth noting that this word is very spiritual. Jianzong Yu Chi Rui himself traveled around the world when he was young, and unfortunately, he rescued the little emperor who smuggled around the brothel but had no money to pay and was almost arrested to wash dishes. A gold ring is embroidered on the sleeve.
Of course, the emperor does not visit the brothel every day, so under normal circumstances, the golden ring is not easy to obtain. Among the disciples of the sword sect, those who can embroider one thread are already talented, and those who embroider more than two threads are rare.
The young man in front of him actually has six paths, and his position in the Yuchi family and even the entire Immortal League can be imagined.
Gong Wei was looking through the cracks of the tile, only to hear that Senior Brother Qian finally couldn't help it: "Youchi's son is very true, but you may not know it. I went into a coma with Junior Brother and fell into a coma for half a month, and I just woke up. —”
"Maozhang! Hugh is rude!" The elder monk in the first seat scolded.
Poor Senior Brother Qian threw himself on his knees and did not dare to say a word.
Gong Wei is very curious, thinking that there is still something about the little charm monster here
"I know, but this is a last resort." The young man was neither humble nor arrogant, and said indifferently: "I only know that the disciple of your sect, Xiang Xiaoyuan, was born at this time. I don’t have time to look for it. Twenty-eight people have died in Linjiang, and it is urgent to catch the real murderer at this moment. I promise… who is eavesdropping!”
Gong Wei had just heard "Yin, Moon, Sun, Sun, and Time," and couldn't help but be moved.
Most of the people with such a cloudy constitution are furnace cauldrons. Considering the special circumstances of the Jianzong family, it is no wonder that Mrs. Yuchi felt like a treasure when she saw Xiang Xiaoyuan—but it was not important. The key is that the unlucky child Xiang Xiaoyuan was born on the same day that he died sixteen years ago!
His breathing was only a little heavier, and then he saw the young man raised his head sharply, and then flew out:
"stop!"
Gong Wei's thoughts turned and he fled away with light effort. He swept away 20 feet away in an instant, and flashed into the peach blossom forest in the distance, only to hear the disciples behind him one after another: "Who is there!"
"Ah, it's Junior Brother Xiang!"
"Yuchixiao is chasing after him! Stop him!!"
Gong Wei: "Pfft—"
At this moment, a strong wind came from behind him, Gong Weiyi tilted his head, an unsheathed sword brushed against his ear, and hit the tree trunk in front of him like lightning, Boom!
The shadows of the trees swayed, the fallen flowers were colorful, and Gong Wei's path was firmly blocked, so he had to turn around and the sleeves of his snow-white robes fell in the air.
I saw the young man behind him frown: "It really is you!"
Gong Wei turned a blind eye to his livid face, and confirmed with a smile, "Mr. Yuchixiao?"
There was a faint voice from the depths of the peach forest, but the disciples hadn't caught up yet. The young man withdrew his sword, took three steps back, and moved his gaze down to Gong Wei's waist. After a long while, he finally clenched his teeth and forced out a few words:
"Xiang Young Master, can you return the token to me?!"
Gong Wei followed his gaze and looked down.
There was originally a blood jade pendant hidden in the waist of the lining. At this time, it slipped out with the movement. It was half the size of a palm. The carving was extremely fine.
It was the token that Mrs. Yuchi tied to Xiang Xiaoyuan. After the little Charming Monster passed out, everyone was in a panic, and it should have been too late to return it.
Gong Wei put his hands behind his back and raised half of his eyebrows: "I thought your first sentence should be sorry, Mr. Yuchi."
Yuchixiao frowned and asked, "I'm sorry for you?"
"… "
That's right, the blood of the charm demon, the inhuman thing, can't be climbed high - Yuchixiao didn't say anything wrong, what's there to be sorry for
Gong Wei opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something for a moment, but swallowed the words again, holding the blood jade between two slender fingers and shaking it in front of Yuchixiao: "Want?"
Yuchi Xiaojun's face sank slightly: "The blood jade unicorn is a token of the Yuchi family's ancestral marriage contract. Since you and I have nothing to do with it, I will return it immediately, and please forgive me!"
Gong Wei nodded, threw the jade pendant high, and caught it with one hand with a "snap", and finally a smile of undisguised malice appeared on his face, a kind of you coming to hit me:
"Hee hee, no."
Yu Chixiao: "..."
Yuchixiao stared at "Xiang Xiaoyuan", his eyes shocked as if he had seen an evil spirit possessed.
Gong Wei immediately cleared his throat, and quickly searched for the few memories left by the original body, speculating that it might be in line with the original body's character, and then his face changed instantly, and he burst into tears:
"Hey, no."
The air was so quiet that Yuchixiao was about to suffocate to death.
At this moment, footsteps approached behind him, and the elders of the division who were in the hall just now finally rushed over with a group of disciples. The middle-aged cultivator at the head hadn't had time to say a word to separate the two, but suddenly his eyes crossed him, caught a glimpse of something in the distance, and immediately bowed his body solemnly:
"Sect Master!"
All the disciples fell down in unison. When Yuchixiao looked behind Xiaoyuan, his expression changed immediately. He knelt down on one knee and pressed the side of the sword: "This junior has seen Sect Master Xu!"
Gong Wei's pupils slowly dilated.
As the person behind him approached step by step, the severe pain of tearing his soul recovered from his left chest, just like the ice-cold sword blade pierced through his heart again, and even blood and flesh burst out of his chest.
— "Unfortunately".
No one around noticed that the bottom of Gong Wei's clothes began to tremble slightly. He held his heart tightly, his fingertips embedded in his flesh, his bones and bones were violent, and his joints were white, and he stumbled to the ground.
That icy voice resounded from above his head again:
"What's making the noise here?"