If the subscription ratio is lower than 70%, you can only see the update after 36 hours. Be heart~ Lu Yujiu asked timidly: "…Senior Brother Xu, I don't want to be a disaster, I just want to find a safe place."
Xu Xingzhi stepped on the stream stone: "You are really brave enough to stay in Qingliang Valley after your bloodline is awakened? Qingliang Valley Wen Xuechen's reputation, don't you know?"
"I just heard..." The young Lu Yujiu lowered his head, "Senior brother Wen has always been extremely disgusting with unethical people..."
Xu Xingzhi: "It's more than just hate. How old are you this year?"
Lu Yujiu replied obediently, "Fourteen."
Xu Xingzhi sighed: "The year you were born, when the ghost clan was rampant and arrogant, causing disaster to all directions. Xue Chen saw his parents being brutally murdered by the ghost clan when he was young. He was frightened and painful, induced heart disease, and even suffered physical damage. He is weak and unfit for action. He worshipped Qinglianggu to practice immortality in order to take revenge. With such a physique, he can be a senior brother in Qinglianggu. You should know how much hatred is supporting him. down."
Xu Xingzhi still remembered the day when the Ming Crow Kingdom was destroyed. Wen Xuechen used magic to drive the Five Elements Wheel. He shuttled between the ghosts, bringing a rain of blood everywhere he went.
Wen Xuechen had been frail since childhood and had a heavy heart, and her black hair was dyed a frost color prematurely. After the battle, he rocked his wheelchair and walked from the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, letting the blood fall, dyeing his gray hair into blood red.
There were a few tears in the blood running down his cheeks.
Xu Xingzhi, who was also covered in blood, stepped forward, pushed the wheelchair for him with one hand, and shook the folding fan he was holding with the other. Lost the attention of the surrounding disciples to them.
No one understands Wen Xuechen's hatred of the ghost clan better than Xu Xingzhi.
Lu Yujiu's face turned pale: "Senior Brother Xu, I know what you mean..."
Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "What do you know?"
Lu Yujiu couldn't help trembling: "I will leave Qingliang Valley immediately..."
"Who told you to leave Qinglianggu?" Xu Xingzhi was quite amused, "I mean, you must be careful in the future, and don't use ghost clan techniques at will, if you are found by Wen Baimao, it will be miserable."
Lu Yujiu: "..."
Warm, warm white hair...
The owner of the Qingliang Valley, Fuyao Jun, is fond of chess. He has a laid-back temperament and doesn't care about everything. Everything in the valley is taken care of by Wen Xuechen. Qinglianggu is different from the other three sects. The rank and rank are extremely clear and strict, and Wen Xuechen is an unsmiling person. He is like a god in the hearts of this group of outer sect disciples. When he heard someone call Wen Xuechen's nickname, Lu Yujiu was shocked. , It took a while to react before he understood what Xu Xingzhi said.
He bit his lips: "Brother Xu means, can I still stay in Qingliang Valley?"
"Why not?" Xu Xingzhi patted his head: "Think about it, as a ghost cultivator, it is so good to be able to keep the immortal way."
Lu Yujiu was both surprised and happy: "Senior Brother Xu, won't you tell Senior Brother Wen?"
"Information is the most boring thing in the world." Xu Xingzhi took a sip of water from the water bottle, wiped the mouth of the bottle with his sleeve, and then handed it to Lu Yujiu, "When I first entered Fengling Mountain, I also participated in the Eastern Emperor The sacrificial ceremony. I had a fight with Young Master Zhou of Yingtianchuan over the ownership of a few thorns. Young Master Zhou was spoiled at the time, but he was very domineering, and I was not good at learning skills, and his right arm was injured by him Yes. Master later asked me why I was injured, and I said that I was damaged by myself, and it was none of his business."
Lu Yujiu held the water tank and asked eagerly, "Why?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled and said, "If I had told the secret, it would have been fine if the master punished him. I was beaten for nothing? I won't suffer from this loss."
Lu Yujiu: "... Then what?"
Xu Xingzhi: "Two years later, during the sacrifice of the Eastern Emperor, I found a deserted mountain corner and beat him up with my own hands."
Lu Yujiu: "..."
… The vengeful people are terrible.
After telling his story, Xu Xingzhi reached out and patted Lu Yujiu's head, and said, "Remember, don't tell anyone your identity, it's enough that both of us know this secret."
Xu Xingzhi was so relieved about him, but Lu Yujiu was a little at a loss.
He tentatively asked, "Senior Brother Xu, are you not afraid that one day..."
Xu Xingzhi retrieved his water tank, turned his palm over, and turned the water tank into a bamboo fractured fan: "What are you afraid of? One day you will have a different heart? One day you will betray Qinglianggu?"
Lu Yujiu pursed his mouth and dared not speak.
Xu Xingzhi said lightly: "Let's talk about this kind of thing when the time comes. At least now that you have broken up for each disciple, you have enough loyalty, why should I drive you out of the shelter you finally found for the one in ten thousand possibility? ?"
Having said this, Xu Xingzhi got closer, put away his condescending expression slightly, and said, "However, Lu Yujiu, listen carefully, if you want to draw your sword against Qinglianggu in the future, I will give it back; I can only guarantee that my sword Won't be unsheathed before you. Understand?"
Lu Yujiu straightened his back involuntarily and nodded very seriously.
Xu Xingzhi stretched out his little finger: "Have an appointment?"
Lu Yujiu bent down and kissed the tip of Xu Xingzhi's little finger.
Xu Xingyi was stunned: "...this is..."
Lu Yujiu blushed slightly: "This is the highest etiquette of Ming Crow Nation, and it means promise."
Xu Xingzhi laughed and pulled off the Luo Biao worn on Lu Yujiu's neck.
Lu Yujiu was pulled forward, his eyes were watery and seemed puzzled.
This Luo Biao, all the participating disciples who participated in the Eastern Emperor Sacrifice Conference have one. There is a trace of spiritual power buried in the Luo Biao, which is connected with the pearl and jade broken chain on Xu Xingzhi’s neck, which can monitor the driving situation of each disciple’s spiritual power. In order to distinguish and judge whether they are in danger and need rescue.
Once a participating disciple is injured, for safety reasons, the competition cannot be continued.
The order officer Xu Xingzhi performed his duties, folded Luo Biao twice, shoved it into Lu Yujiu's arms, and patted twice with his backhand: "This year, your qualifications are disqualified. Take care of your injury and come back in two years."
The Eastern Emperor Sacrifice Conference was held at Luwangtai, and the participating disciples from various disciplines gathered here every two years.
The four gates occupy the four halls in the south, south, north and west respectively. It was getting late, and the disciples who went to collect the sacrificial things have returned to their respective palaces to rest, recharge their batteries, and wait until tomorrow to fight again.
The resting place of the Qinglianggu disciples was in the south hall. After returning the injured Lu Yujiu, Xu Xingzhi walked to the north hall where the disciples of Fengling Mountain rested.
In the distance, Xu Xingzhi saw two figures sitting side by side projected in front of the Luotang of the Embroidered Palace on the north side.
Xu Xingzhi felt something, and he stepped forward, and it really was Xiaojiuzhilan and Xiaozhongguang.
The two of them were sitting not too close, one was weaving a ring with the sagebrush that he had picked, and the other was writing something on a scroll of bamboo slips by the faint light of the candlelight in the hall.
Xu Xingzhi approached and coughed.
Hearing the sound, the two raised their heads in unison, which was very cute.
The pair of peach blossom eyes of the heavy light are shining, as if looking through the thousands of autumn waters, and finally waiting for the person he wants to see.
In contrast, Jiuzhi Lantern is much more indifferent.
He greeted: "Senior brother is back."
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Why don't you go back to sleep?"
Jiuzhideng put both the bamboo slips and the pen into the carrying case, and replied, "Wait for the senior brother to come back."
Saying that, the cold-faced child wanted to support his body with the sword on the ground to stand up.
But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he let out a low snort and squatted down, his originally indifferent expression slightly distorted.
Xu Xingzhi frowned: "What's wrong?"
Jiuzhideng bit his lower lip: "It's okay."
Xu Xingzhi clicked his tongue, squatted down, and pinched the right ankle that Jiuzhilan didn't dare to touch the ground at all.
Jiuzhideng stood unsteadily and fell into Xu Xingzhi's arms.
Blood rushed to his cheeks, and a pale and indifferent face added a bit of panic at this time. Jiuzhideng forced to do nothing, trying to struggle from Xu Xingzhi's arms: "...It's okay, it's just sitting numb, it will be better after a while."
Xu Xingzhi smiled, straightened him, turned around, and squatted on the spot: "Come up."
Jiuzhideng's face became even redder, and the fingers holding the corner of his clothes loosened and tightened: "...Senior brother, there is no need."
Xu Xingzhi turned his back to him and teased: "Why, do you think your brother can't carry you?"
"No, it's not..." Jiuzhilanjinji stood independently, stammering hard, "Senior brother, this is... indecent."
Xu Xingzhi: "What is the body? The master is not here, and the uncle is not here. I am the body here. Come up."
Jiuzhideng made up his mind again and again, and finally climbed up on Xu Xingzhi's back shyly: "Brother hard work."
The heavy light on the side looked at the nine lanterns around Xu Xingzhi's neck, and was quite unconvinced.
He pulled the corner of Xu Xingzhi's clothes.
Xu Xingzhi turned back: "What?"
Chongguang bit his lip and said aggrievedly: "...Senior brother, my feet are numb too."
The final outcome is not difficult to imagine, two people lying on the back of Xu Xing at the same time, each occupying one side.
Both of them are thin, and it is not difficult to carry them together.
After confirming that these two were firmly attached to him, Xu Xingzhi walked towards the inner hall.
But after walking for a while, there was a commotion from behind.
At first, the two childish guys just ran on each other with you and me on their backs, and then they started pinching each other. Later, they didn't know who was doing it. They even started to kick each other's calf with their feet.
Xu Xingzhi had to stop: "...what are you doing?"
Chongguang said unconvinced: "Senior brother is mine. Go over there."
Nine Lanterns: "No. Mine."
Xu Xingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and interrupted their quarrel: "...Two, two, brother, is it something good? Was it snatched by you? If there is any more quarrel, let you go down by yourself."
So the world was finally quiet, Xu Xingzhi carried them on his back and walked towards a brilliant light.
The light gradually dimmed, and it was condensed into a shimmer of light, and it suddenly lit up again.
Xu Xingzhi's eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.
He is still in the wild.
Perhaps it takes more energy to dream in the wild, Xu Xingzhi is weak and his arms are terribly soft.
After finally getting up halfway, he realized that Zhou Wang was actually in his room. She was carrying a pair of giant knives and standing against the wall with her arms crossed, with a faint dissatisfaction on her face.
Xu Xingzhi held back his dizziness and asked aloud, "Why are you here?"
Zhou Wang pointed to the outside: "The people who sealed the mountain have come to save their master. This time they fought like crazy. Brother Meng told me to look after you here, so that nothing happens."
Xu Ping: "…Who?"
The male voice replied, "Meng Chongguang."
Xu Ping had a splitting headache, and he really couldn't tell what was going on right now.
He only felt that the name "Meng Chongguang" was very familiar, but he forgot where he had heard it.
He decided to refine his question to be clearer: "Who are you?"
The male voice said, "I am the consciousness of the Three Realms."
Xu Ping: "..."
Listening to the voice, 80% of this knowledge of the Three Realms has contracted tuberculosis and will die soon. If you don't hurry up and ask something, it will be cold for a while.
Xu Ping endured the headache and opened his mouth to ask what was going on, when his voice turned into cotton wool and stuck in his throat.
... He remembered who Meng Chongguang was.
In the eyes of the neighbors and other outsiders, Xu Ping is a prostitute, a thief, a weirdo, an outlier, a maverick, prefers to be side-by-side, likes to read all kinds of girls, can read all kinds of books, like to make friends with everyone, unrestrained, free-spirited , often come up with some clever tricks and earn some money.
When he was wealthy, he spent a lot of money just to listen to a song; when he was not wealthy, he would not be sad.
Fortunately, the family favored him very much, allowing him to wander all day long.
Xu Pingxian was very bored. After reading a few more scriptures, he started thinking about writing something.
And Meng Chongguang is the villain in Xu Ping's unfinished storybook.
Strange to say, the name Meng Chongguang first appeared in his dreams. When Xu Ping woke up, he was sweating profusely, but he had long forgotten the specific content of the dream, and only remembered such a person's name.
After waking up, he picked up the pen and began to write the story. The writing process was quite smooth. In less than ten months, he wrote nearly 10,000 words.
There are no decent people in this book at all, and it tells the story of a group of demons, gods and monsters who were imprisoned in the wild and escaped from the wild.
My father had read his manuscripts and asked him what he wanted to write.
Xu Ping replied, "Write it down for fun."
His father was helpless and ordered him to study hard, but Xu Ping, as always, promised with all his might and would never change it.
Less than half of the manuscript was written, and Xu Ping was dragged into this world by a tuberculosis ghost who knew the Three Realms in his sleep.
The tuberculosis ghost said: "You have seriously disturbed the world's veins. Now, the demons in the wild are just like what you wrote, trying to escape, causing disasters everywhere."
The dagger thrown by him flashed a faint blue light again, attracting Xu Ping's eyes: "You will use this dagger to kill Meng Chongguang, who intends to take the lead in defecting."
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment and then laughed out loud: "My lord, did you make a mistake?"
He rolled up his sleeves and showed his right hand.
His right wrist was broken, and above the wrist was a prosthetic hand made of pear wood.
Xu Ping showed his imperfection calmly: "I look like this, you told me to go in, didn't you tell me to die in vain?"
Xu Ping still remembered how he set Meng Chongguang's combat strength in the storybook. He was a spirit monster born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with a cold temperament like snow and ice in the mountains, and he didn't put anyone's life in his eyes.
Someone had offended him. Meng Chongguang peeled off the skin on his back while talking and laughing, pulled out his spine completely, ground it into powder, made a tea cup, and used it to drink tea every day.
The tuberculosis ghost coughed twice and said slowly: "There is only one person in the world, and he will never overstep the slightest offense. I will lend you his skin."
Xu Ping was even more amused: "Then why don't you just ask that person to kill Meng Chongguang?"
The tuberculosis ghost replied: "He is Meng Chongguang's senior brother. Because Meng Chongguang was stubborn and abominable, he slaughtered his peers, and robbed medicine pills and treasures. People, die in the outside world."
Xu Ping: "..."
Seeing his silence, the tuberculosis ghost asked, "What do you think?"
Xu Ping simply replied, "I don't think so."
This time it was the tuberculosis ghost's turn to be silent: "..."
After a long while, a force suddenly hit, Xu Ping felt his body lighten and fell backward.
The white light disappeared, and the back of his head was windy. He didn't have time to react at all, and he fell into the gloomy void again.
The tuberculosis ghost's voice was getting farther and farther away from Xu Ping in the rapid descent, but the weak voice was like a bell, and it crashed into Xu Ping's ear: "If you can't kill him, you will live forever. In the wild."
Xu Ping used all his strength and scolded your uncle.
I don't know how long it took to fall, but Xu Ping's heart was numb, and his body fell into a softness.
He couldn't get up at all.
As a rough estimate, Xu Ping flew in the air for at least half an hour, passing through majestic giant gates, and dazzling lights swirled around him, making his eyes glisten.
When he first landed, he couldn't hear, couldn't see, and could only lie flat.
Suddenly, countless messy information flashed into Xu Ping's mind.
He only ruminated for a moment, and then let out a whimper.
The fragment that poured into his mind seemed to belong to Meng Chongguang's senior brother, but the strange thing was that he had the same surname as himself, both surnamed Xu and called Xu Xingzhi.
The clips are quite disorganized, and there is only some basic information. After Xu Ping reviewed it for a long time, he could only barely summarize a few points.
Xu Xingzhi is the senior brother of the decent Xianshan Fengling Mountain. Meng Chongguang is a child who was picked up by Xu Xingzhi. He has followed Xu Xingzhi since he was a child. His spiritual power is low and he is often bullied. He was afraid that he would be bullied to death by other disciples.
However, Meng Chongguang's true identity is a celestial demon, with a strange spiritual power. He pretended to be weak and lurked in Fengling Mountain for many years, just to take the opportunity to seize the artifact placed in the four immortal gates.
Over the years, he has worked hard to gain connections among the major immortals, using conspiracy and instigation, and incitement, he has actually attracted a vote of righteous disciples for his own use. However, on the eve of his success in stealing the artifact, his conspiracy was revealed. He actually killed the master himself on the eve of the year, but Xu Xingzhi carried the blame for him by accident and was imprisoned. tormented.
Later, when Zhengdao cleared the door, Meng Zhongguang, along with several disciples who betrayed the sect, was exiled to the wild.
Wilderness is an alien creature and an unbreakable prison.
Xu Xingzhi was also regarded as a comrade and was demoted to a mortal.
And to kill Meng Chongguang, it is not difficult to say, as long as the dagger filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is aimed at the cinnabar mole in the center of his forehead, it can kill his life.
Xu Ping lay on the ground in despair, thinking, fuck, I didn't seem to think so much when I wrote it.
Xu Ping has no interest in talented and beautiful women, heroes and beauties, or the love history of Xianmen. He simply wants to write a story that is different from the Mandarin book and has the villain as the protagonist.
He didn't even think about compiling a prehistory for the "Meng Chongguang" in his book.
But now it seems that his story and Meng Chongguang in this world have accidentally overlapped, like two strings, which have no intersection at all, only because he plucked one of them, it caused the other one. The shock disrupted the world order here.
It is precisely because he and the "Xu Xingzhi" who fell into the mortal world and lost his immortal bones are both mortals, the so-called "knowledge of the three worlds" will invite him to come and destroy Meng Chongguang with his own hands.
Xu Ping, the current Xu Xingzhi, was relieved, turned over and sat up, touched it, and touched a round thing.
He looked down and saw that it was a human head.
Xu Xingzhi jumped up abruptly, only to discover that within a mile of this place, there were corpses and bones, most of which were torn to shreds, and red and white things were scattered all over the place.
The sense of smell returned to Xu Xingzhi's body the moment he saw these corpses.
Fortunately, he once spent three days and three nights in Yizhuang for a bet of a tael of silver in this world, eating and living with the old man in Shouyizhuang, and he was not afraid of corpses.
Just seeing such scattered corpses for the first time was too exciting for Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi also described the tragic situation of cannibalism in the wilderness. The so-called "human tendons are like silver, and the human head is a lamp". It seems that the black and white characters don't seem like it, but the nakedness turns into reality, so I still call him Can not help but teeth cold.
He held back his nausea and tried his best to pick up the gap between the corpses, trying to escape the corpse as soon as possible.
Xu Xingzhi didn't want to see the tragic state of those corpses, but after a while, he stopped and squatted in front of a corpse.
A moment later, he stood up, and without hesitation, ran away.
Xu Xingzhi could see that the torn part of the corpse was not bitten by a beast, but a human tooth mark.
In other words, the corpse here is actually someone's kitchen in the wild.
Xu Xingzhi felt that if he didn't leave soon, maybe he should lie here instead.
But in this vast wilderness, where is he going to find Meng Chongguang
Thinking about this question, Xu Xingzhi, who had escaped a few steps, suddenly heard a roar.
He turned around and saw a terrifying humanoid monster running towards him like a madman.
Except for the two sharp razors on his arms, the monster's neck is still normal, but his face seems to be torn off and hastily put back together, the nose is on the forehead, and the eye is on the original lip position. , and the other grew on the neck and looked like a giant candle that melted disproportionately.