Thousand Autumns

Chapter 45

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In fact, unless Yan Wushi is willing to go to the house where Guanzhu and the others have slept, or simply leave the Taoist Temple to find another place to live, the only option left is to live in the same room with Shen Qiao.

After all, Shen Qiao had just cleaned up, and the bedding had been sun-dried by the apprentice of Guan Zhu two days ago, and it still smelled like it had been exposed to the sun. It smelled very good.

The bed was originally prepared for a single person, so it must be a bit crowded for two people to lie on, but Shen Qiao said to him, "After you sleep, I will meditate and squint for a while."

The house was very simple, the moonlight leaked in through the broken window paper, and Ye Feng also sneaked in. Fortunately, the weather was not cold at this time.

Shen Qiao sat cross-legged, with a very straight back, like green pines and green bamboos, because it was already summer, the clothes were getting thinner, and the waistline below was faintly visible.

Time passed bit by bit, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the well was cold.

Yan Wushi looked at his back, suddenly flashed a finger like lightning, and pointed to his back!

Shen Qiao was immersed in meditation and was entering a state of mystery and mystery, but if a martial arts practitioner was not in seclusion or in an unfamiliar environment, he would definitely have a ray of mind to be alert to the bad environment outside his body, so as not to be plotted against him. He was only guarding against foreign enemies, but he did not expect that Yan Wushi next to him would also make plans.

Although that ray of vigilance made him wake up quickly from the meditation, his current martial arts was more than a star and a half compared to the opponent, and the two sides were too close. Locked, people can't move.

Yan Wushi touched his cheek and couldn't help sighing softly: "A Qiao, why do you always trust others so easily?"

Shen Qiao frowned: "I thought we were friends."

Yan Wushi smiled slightly: "It's your fault, if you didn't say what your friend said, I might have to deal with you later. No matter who is in this seat, no matter where you need a martial arts, you won't be able to recover. No, the despicable people who are ridiculed by everyone come to be friends?"

Shen Qiao stopped talking.

Yan Wushi picked him up, walked out of the room, and walked out.

Even holding a person, it does not prevent him from walking lightly as if there is nothing, stepping on the leaves under the moon without a trace, robes and sleeves puffed up in the wind, and his posture is very beautiful and unrestrained. He is the devil that everyone hears.

"Why didn't you ask where we were going?"

Shen Qiao didn't speak, and those who didn't know thought he had even been tapped.

Yan Wushi looked down, and the other party simply closed his eyes.

He couldn't help laughing: "I'm going to take you to meet someone and tell you a story by the way."

"Since people haven't seen it yet, the story can be told first."

"Ten years ago, when I first got "Zhu Yangce", I was dismissive in my heart, because I didn't think there was any martial arts in this world better than "Fenglin Yuandian", even if I lost to Qi Fengge, I I just thought that it was the problem of the practitioners, not the martial arts itself, because the first-generation suzerain of the Sun Moon Sect once practiced the "Fenglin Yuandian" to the tenth level, which is the last level. It is still a beginner, there is no one in the world that can match it, it is said that he lived a hundred and twenty years old, and finally broke through the extreme, and the spirit of refining is still empty, and the corpse is dismembered."

"But later, I read the books left by the Sun and Moon Sect and found that the legend was wrong. Although that person lived to be one hundred and twenty years old, he did not disintegrate because of the pursuit of a higher realm, but he went into a devil and exploded his body and died. Because "Feng Lin Yuan Dian" is powerful, it hides a fatal weakness. In simple terms, the human body is equivalent to a container, and this container will be reshaped with the increase of internal force in order to adapt to the growth of martial arts, so martial arts The stronger the person, the stronger the meridians.”

Shen Qiao still didn't speak, but the expression on his face showed that he was listening.

Yan Wushi: "But "Feng Lin Yuan Dian" is just the opposite. The stronger the martial arts practice, the greater the restrictions it imposes on the body. When the 'container' can no longer adapt to martial arts, people will explode and die."

Shen Qiao finally said: "The weakness you mentioned, in fact, all martial arts have them, and martial arts are never-ending, but human body aptitude is inherently innate, and the lifespan is limited. As long as you keep practicing, you will face this dilemma one day. , my master is also because of this failure to retreat and pass away."

Although his martial arts are not as good as before, his vision is still there, and there is no obstacle to discussing it.

Yan Wushi: "Yes, but if he is willing to stop, there will be no hidden dangers, and the martial arts of "Feng Lin Yuan Dian" will be more and more harmful to the body even if he stops practicing, so I thought of it. In "Zhu Yang Ce", if martial arts of different schools can be combined, there may be unexpected results in the end."

Shen Qiao: "But you failed."

Yan Wushi smiled slightly: "I failed, because I was eager for success, so I buried the hidden danger of going crazy for myself."

Shen Qiao suddenly frowned: "The "Feng Lin Yuan Dian" has such flaws, but the Huanyue Sect and the other two sects are practiced by almost everyone. Wouldn't everyone encounter such a dilemma?"

Yan Wushi burst into a smile, finally stopped and put him down: "A Qiao, A Qiao, you always surprise me, I thought you would ask me why I told you this, but you Instead, you are concerned about the lives of others, don’t worry, you will only discover this flaw when you practice to a certain level, and if you can really practice the ninth level like me, there are few rivals in the world, even if they know they have flaws, they still can’t bear it. martial arts."

"The story is over, what do you think?"

Shen Qiao shook his head.

Yan Wushi's reaction to him seemed a little boring. He was about to say something, but a laughter came from a distance in the air: "Sect Master Yan's style is still the same, he really misses me!"

The sound is far and near, if it is far and near, it seems to be in the sky, and it seems to be in the ear. Shen Qiao heard the indescribable charm in the sound, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Yan Wushi said coldly: "Sang Jingxing, use the magic sound to capture my heart, are you trying to humiliate yourself?"

The visitor laughed, as if shrinking into an inch, but in just a few steps, he walked from a distance to him.

Sang Jingxing's reputation in the arena is much worse than Yan Wushi, but because of his terrifying martial arts, almost no one wants to face him head-to-head, and would rather choose to swallow their voices and settle down. The most obvious example is that a few years ago, Xianzhou "First Grade Crazy Blade" Ren Yin's youngest daughter, because she was born with exquisite jade snow, has no intention of being attracted to Sang Jingxing and asked to accept her as a disciple. Everyone knows that Sang Jingxing's acceptance of an apprentice is just an excuse. Looking for a woman who was a fickle man, Ren Yin was originally a man with a fiery temperament, but in the end he did not dare to resist at all. He was willing to endure the humiliation of being ridiculed by the world, handed over his young daughter, and retired with his family. Don't ask about the rivers and lakes. It is said that within a few years of his entry into the Hehuan Sect, his youngest daughter was bored by Sang Jingxing and other high-ranking men in the Hehuan Sect, and then threw it to his apprentice Huo Xijing, who took off her face and gave it to himself. Put on the puppet doll and become one of your own collections.

However, when Yan Wushi re-emerged, just because he was far more domineering than Sang Jingxing, the world focused most of his attention on Yan Wushi, but gradually forgot the cruelty and horror of Sang Jingxing.

As a disciple of Cui Youliang, Sang Jingxing has never been a person who can be underestimated. His ambition is hidden under his cynicism. Others think that he is willing to be the guest of Yuan Xiuxiu and take care of her. The Hehuan Sect went up and down, in fact, the conflict between the two within the sect was not a day or two. Yuan Xiuxiu couldn’t help Sang Jingxing, and Sang Jingxing could not kill Yuan Xiuxiu for the time being, so everyone had to hold their noses for the time being. The illusion of the same door.

This person was tall and mighty, but his appearance was exceptionally beautiful, his skin was as smooth and delicate as a woman's, and his eyes were full of waves, but unfortunately his eyes were cold and cold, making him afraid to look directly at him.

With a smile on his lips, he greeted Yan Wushi: "I heard that Zhou wanted to attack Qi, Yuan Xiuxiu was in a hurry, so he went to Sect Master Yan and wanted to cooperate with you to kill me?"

If Yuan Xiuxiu was here, she would be shocked to hear this, but she planned this matter secretly. She found Yan Wushi and no third person knew about it, but she leaked the news for some unknown reason.

Yan Wushi: "Not bad."

Sang Jingxing: "Then Sect Master Yan came here today to kill me?"

Yan Wushi: "I'll send you someone."

Sang Jingxing's eyes fell on Shen Qiao: "Who is he? Well, he was born well."

Yan Wushi: "Shen Qiao."

Sang Jingxing narrowed his eyes, his casual eyes were instantly replaced by sharpness: "The Shen Qiao who killed Huo Xijing?"

Yan Wushi: "Not bad."

Sang Jingxing suddenly laughed out loud: "Didn't I hear that Sect Master Yan had a hot fight with him, why are you suddenly willing to send people to me? I won't be merciful, if the game is broken, then you still want it Go back, but it's too late!"

Yan Wushi: "When it's in your hands, it's naturally at your disposal, and I won't ask you any more."

After receiving this promise, the smile on Sang Jingxing's face was obviously deeper. He always liked the kind of little boys and girls in their teens. Shen Qiao was obviously not in this range, but he was born beautiful, and more importantly, he was a rotten boat. There are still three inches of nails, Qi Fengge's apprentice, even if the identity of martial arts has plummeted, the foundation of martial arts in the past is still there, and it is a good choice to completely absorb the other party's skills after exhaustion.

"Sect Master Yan gave me the man so happily? No conditions needed?"

Yan Wushi: "Return the sword of this seat."

Sang Jingxing did not expect that he would make such a request. After a moment of surprise, he laughed and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring it today, can I send someone to serve it at another day?"

The sword is called Taihua Sword. It was the sword used by Yan Wushi in the past. Later, he was defeated by Cui Youliang, and the sword was taken away by the opponent. After Cui Youliang died, the sword naturally fell into the hands of his disciple Sang Jingxing. inside.

Yan Wushi: "Yes."

Sang Jingxing probed: "I thought that Sect Master Yan is now a master of martial arts, and it is the same with or without a sword. Why would he suddenly want to return to Taihua Sword?"

He always had a trace of dread about Yan Wushi's martial arts, otherwise, with Sang Jingxing's style, he would never be so polite when speaking to people.

Yan Wushi said lightly: "My things will be mine in another hundred years, it's just whether I want to take them back."

Sang Jingxing smiled knowingly, mocking as if it was true or false: "I have heard that Sect Master Yan and Shen Qiao are in pairs, like a couple of gods, I didn't expect that Shen Qiao is worth a hand to you. Taihua sword is really embarrassing!"

When they were talking, Shen Qiao kept his eyes closed, neither raising his head nor opening his eyes, his face was calm and calm, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him.

Yan Wushi: "Yuan Xiu Xiu Ming cooperated with this forum to besiege you, but secretly flirted with the Turks, what are you going to do?"

There was a trace of anger on Sang Jingxing's face, and he smiled again: "That mother-in-law always likes to play tricks with two sides. It's not the first time I know it. I don't know when and where she made an appointment with Sect Master Yan?"

Yan Wushi: "On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, in Shen Shi, there is a snow temple in the east of the city. She said you like to stay there."

Sang Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "Yes, she has figured out my preferences clearly."

Yichixue Temple, just hearing the name, is not a serious temple, but a private business that pretends to be a temple. Sang Jingxing recently liked a new way of playing. He shaved the little girls he got and dressed them up as little nuns, and let them live as usual in the temple. Playing, often playing in half-day scenes, this matter is very secret, but he can know Yuan Xiuxiu's movements, and Yuan Xiuxiu can naturally know about him.

Sang Jingxing said with a smile, "Then please invite Sect Master Yan to come and watch the play. Since that mother-in-law wants to kill me, don't blame me for not caring about my old relationship anymore."

Yan Wushi is not interested in the grievances between the two of them, but a unified and powerful Hehuan Sect is of course not good to him. Now Yuan Xiuxiu and Sang Jingxing are killing each other and they are in his favor, and he doesn't mind either. Let this conflict evolve more intensely.

He bent down and pinched Shen Qiao's chin: "You still consider me a friend now?"

Shen Qiao was silent.

Yan Wushi suddenly laughed: "Ah Qiao, you are too naive. Others treat you badly, so why do you turn around and forget? I told you early in the morning that I will save you. You just want an opponent, but you are so disappointing to me, I release a little kindness, and you really hold on tight, is it because you are more eager for friends and family after being betrayed by Yu Ai and them?"

Perhaps it was because of the breath coming from him when he spoke, Shen Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was still no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether it was because his grief was greater than his death, or he was too lazy to answer Yan Wushi's question.

Yan Wushi: "A naive person like you is destined to not survive for too long, leaving Xuandu Mountain and the halo of Qifeng Pavilion, you are nothing, you can't do anything, you can't restore your martial arts, and you can't do anything for you. I solve the doubts, if you are willing to join the Huanyue Sect and practice the "Feng Lin Yuan Dian", this seat may also be willing to give you a way to survive."

Shen Qiao finally opened his eyes and said lightly: "I have been betrayed again and again, not because I am too naive, but because I believe that there is always kindness in the world. If there is no fool like me, where would Sect Master Yan get fun?"

Yan Wushi laughed: "That's interesting!"

He said to Shen Qiao: "I don't need friends in this seat, there is only one kind of person who is qualified to be on an equal footing with me, and that is an opponent."

"And you have already lost this qualification."

After saying this, Yan Wushi got up, threw the mountains and rivers together with the sword of sorrow into his arms, and said softly, "A Qiao, please ask yourself for more blessings."

Sang Jingxing smiled and watched the two of them talk, neither stopping nor interrupting, until Yan Wushi left, he just clicked his tongue: "How does it feel to be abandoned?"

Shen Qiaofu closed his eyes again and said nothing.

People were already like fish in a net, and they were left to be slaughtered, and Sang Jingxing was not in a hurry.

For him, being able to get Shen Qiao was an unexpected joy. Although the other party was in a worse situation than before, it was impossible for him to bring much benefit to him. Sang Jingxing didn't like his type, but just relying on the disciples of Qi Fengge, The identity of the headmaster in front of Xuandu Mountain is enough to make people excited.

Thinking of the other party crying and begging for mercy under him, and even humiliating him in front of the disciples of the sect, Sang Jingxing's smile became even stronger.

"This sword is the Mountain and River Tongsei Sword that Qi Fengge used back then? Yes, that's right, I still remember that your master used this sword to defeat me, but at that time I was shameless, and I knelt down and begged bitterly. , He finally let me go, and until now, I still have a deep scar on my back, if he knew that his disciple would fall into my hands today, would he regret not killing me that day?"

Sang Jingxing touched his face: "Which hand did you use to kill Huo Xijing? Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, when I'm tired of playing, I'll cut off your hand to pay homage to my poor man. Apprentice, how about doing what Gao Wei did, stripping your clothes off and letting others appreciate the ugly state of the former headmaster of Xuandu Mountain?"

Under the moonlight, Shen Qiao's complexion was cold and white, without the slightest emotion, just like a white jade statue, beautiful and fragile.

But the more he was like this, the more interested Sang Jingxing became.

What Sang Jingxing liked the most in his life was to destroy all the beautiful things, making them filthy, and from then on he could only struggle and sink in the dark.

"However, Feng Xiaolian looks at a thousand pieces of gold, you may not be able to be like her, let's set a ten gold for the time being, there will still be many people who are willing to spend money to see your abject appearance, you said that when Yan Wushi will meet Won't you come and see?"

He said leisurely, as if he finally felt that he had enough teasing his prey, and reached out to take the Mountains and Rivers Tongshou sword.

Sang Jingxing did not take this sword in his eyes, because his martial arts did not rely on the sword, but the sword that was the number one person in the world in the past had a special meaning no matter what, and if it was put on the rivers and lakes, it would be everyone. Desire to seize the magic weapon.

“If you are willing to be gentle with you, maybe I will treat you more gently…” Sang Jingxing said as he touched the hilt of the sword.

But at that moment, the accident happened suddenly!

Jianguang suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, turning from a white light into ten thousand bright lights!

It was born with the brilliant, colorful and dazzling sword light, but it was a fierce murderous aura that rushed toward the face, and the internal force containing strong true energy was like a surging tide, and the wind and thunder filled the sky in an instant, and the rain and snow rolled on the ground!

Sang Jingxing was taken aback, the hand that was about to be stretched out could only be hurriedly retracted, and his figure retreated rapidly, avoiding the opponent's violent blow.

People who are able to Huo Xijing are naturally not weak people who are slaughtered by others. Although Sang Jingxing has many insults in his words, he always maintains a bit of vigilance in his heart, just because it is common for people in the devil to kill each other, every time he goes up , which meant that he had to deal with swords, lights, swords and shadows coming from different directions. If Sang Jingxing was a blind and arrogant person, he would not be alive today.

But until now, he found that he still underestimated Shen Qiao.

He also slapped a palm while retreating quickly, but the sword light covered the sky and the moon, and no water leaked, and even his palm wind couldn't get in for a while, and all of it was dissolved into nothingness.

Is this the Shen Qiao who almost lost all martial arts? !

Sang Jingxing was in shock, almost suspecting that Shen Qiao and Yan Wushi were conspiring to plot against him.

But he didn't have time to think more, the sword qi was already in front of him, the sound of thunder and sternness was like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, the sky was wind and waves, the sea and the mountains were blue, and it could swallow all phenomena, and collect ten thousand yuan, which contained infinite sword intent. , endless, interlocking, like a shadow, it is inevitable to hide, to avoid, it seems that there is only one way to close your eyes and wait for death.

But how could Sang Jingxing ever be the same generation? He sneered, but after a few steps, his body has changed a lot. He walked calmly in the sword light, his palms slashed towards the sword light, and he greeted him head-on, transforming his inner strength. The blue air roared, like the top of Mount Tai, and instantly forced the sword light of the mountains and rivers and the sad sword to dim a little.

One palm is not finished, another is coming. The martial arts of Hehuan Sect and Huanyue Sect have the same origin, and it is even more bizarre and unpredictable. Sang Jingxing's "carved dragon palm" has already reached the realm of transformation. Cover, like a carved dragon, the nine palms are exhausted, and the real dragon appears, hidden in the air, relying on the true qi, roaring away, and instantly engulfing the sword light.

The sun, moon and stars disappeared in an instant, the woods were still the same woods, and the people were still those two people. Shen Qiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and involuntarily slammed back into the tree trunk, barely holding the sword in his hand.

A look of anger finally appeared on his face without sorrow and joy!

In order to cope with Sang Jingxing just now, he used what he had learned all his life, but his internal strength was not enough to support him. It was already very difficult, but when all the infuriating qi in his body was called out, not only did he not generate new infuriating qi in his dantian to supplement it, but instead. It was as if a whirlpool suddenly appeared, greedily absorbing his infuriating energy.

At the same time, Shen Qiao felt that the infuriating energy in his body was like a wild horse that was unbridled, scurrying around and swaying between his internal organs. The shadow completely shrouded the whole person, forcing him to have nowhere to escape, and was on the verge of going crazy.

Yan, Wu, Shi!

Yan Wushi! ! ! !

Yan Wushi actually planted a demon heart in his body without him being aware of it!

Perhaps it was during the period when he fell into a coma from Banbu Peak at the beginning, or when he was repeatedly injured and fell into a coma and lost his ability to resist, that wisp of demonic breath sneaked in silently and stopped in his body. It stayed like a seed, no matter how coercive and enticing it would be, it would not come out, making people unaware of its existence. Until this moment, it was thoroughly stimulated by Sang Jingxing's unreserved magic power, and the seed burst out. , and finally grew into a towering tree.

But why did he fight against Yan Wushi many times before, but he didn't notice the existence of the devil's heart

In other words, did Yan Wushi expect today, so when he fought against him, he never did his best.

Shen Qiao couldn't clearly describe his state of mind at the moment.

His entire figure was wrapped in a mass of fire, which turned into sharp teeth, bit by bit gnawing at his meridians and internal organs, clearly in extreme pain, but extremely awake!

Shen Qiao didn't know if he was returning to the light, or if he had hallucinations in the unbearable pain, his eyes that seemed to be burning at first, he could still see Sang Jingxing pat him with a palm.

Very fast and clearly visible.

Obviously it was a critical moment of life and death, but he suddenly remembered what Yan Wushi once said to him.

When you really fall into a situation where people are betrayed and separated from each other, and only one person is left, will you still not hold grudges, and will you still insist on returning people with kindness

Shen Qiao closed his eyes, he felt that even the breath he exhaled had a strong smell of blood.

The palm wind is scorching hot, and it has already hit the face.