What is a cultivator
A lofty immortal, a person who has mastered supernatural powers that ordinary people cannot touch.
Immortal cultivators and ordinary people naturally have a clear distance, because in front of immortal cultivators, the power of ordinary people has always been so small. The Eight Immortal Sects have stood on the earth for such a long time, and mortals can only bow their heads in front of the pitch-black tower.
To this day, mortals are the first to control the life and death of immortals.
The location of the execution ground was not far from the Qingming Pagoda. A high stone platform was set up in the open space, and soldiers in heavy armor guarded it layer by layer. Their faces were cold and serious, and they carried an ancient and majestic aura and The Qingming Pagoda not far away echoed in the dark. People are forbidden to approach here—this is an execution with a purpose, so onlookers are prohibited.
In addition, a man with a golden mask and a cloak sat on a raised platform, with a long and narrow sword at his waist. In addition, there were some people whom Liu Wuyan didn't know were sitting in Qi Qin's court clothes.
Liu Wuyan was wearing a deep black toga, with shackles made of black iron on her hands and feet. The rest of the people on the field are all disciples of the Jiuzhou Bank, Liu Wuyan thought, do they know that the Qi and Qin Dynasty put up such a big formation to attract the rest of the Jiuzhou Bank to come to rescue them.
But after thinking about it, Liu Wuyan thought it was a bit funny to think about it.
Some of the arrested disciples at the Kyushu Bank knew each other, and some didn't, but every time they made eye contact, Liu Wuyan could see the mutual comfort and encouragement in their eyes. They knew they were going to die, but they didn't look like they wanted someone to save them.
— they know.
Inexplicably, Liu Wuyan was a little envious.
Although they are all dying, the people from Kyushu Bank are with the same sect. When their eyes met, it was as if there was a warm force conveying. None of them are alone. She is the only one who is alone, even if she dies, there will be no brothers and sisters on Huangquan Road to fight with her.
Liu Wuyan is not like other disciples of the sect. She joined the Hehuan Sect for revenge. She went there with hatred and despair. For a long time in the past, Liu Wuyan felt that she was different from other disciples of the Hehuan Sect. The life of the Liu family in Yunshang in the past so many years had left an imprint on her bones. Liu Wuyan felt that she was not like other fellow sects who had an indescribable obsession with the sect. She even felt that she was not a serious disciple of the Hehuan sect.
However, at this moment, she still couldn't help but think of the sect in the area where miasma was perennially pervasive.
A sect that is only separated from the Sanskrit Sect. High mountains and high mountains, the evergreen jungle, hidden in the ancient forest are large and small bamboo buildings with high and low heights. Brothers and sisters come and go laughing and joking on the bamboo ladder. The Hehuan Sect advocates nature and nature, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sect have no scruples in laughing and cursing. Although they are in a foggy and always wet and cold area, they are as bright as the morning sun.
Master sister.
Master sister.
…
One by one, Duo Shao's charming junior sister followed behind her, calling "big sister" one after another.
Liu Wuyan looked down at the stones on the ground, she felt a little lonely.
Hey, Liu Wuyan, you are going to die.
She said to herself in her heart.
Died so humblely, but as a cultivator, he was beheaded and died like a prisoner of a mortal. Then there are still so many things that haven't been done, haven't told the boy in white who he is; haven't said thank you to that stupid donkey in Fanyin Pavilion who didn't like it at all—he protected him after he came out from the Prisoner Tower. Liu Wuyan knew about her spiritual consciousness; the ancestral temple of Changge’s family on Yunshang hadn’t been rebuilt yet; she hadn’t been to her brother’s grave even once...
So much has yet to be done.
—Are you afraid
Liu Wuyan asked herself quietly from the bottom of her heart, just like she finally asked the girl who watched her brother turn around and draw his sword in a raging rainy night after a long time.
I'm sorry, brother, she is still useless, unable to live with the hope of the Liu family. She tried her best, and now, brother, she is coming to you.
At that time, if you want to scold, scold again.
The execution time is approaching, and the depressing sky has become more gloomy since early morning. But there was silence all around, only the cold air of the sword and the sound of the wind blowing the blade. No one came, Liu Wuyan heard that the disciples of Jiuzhou Bank were relieved, and there were faint smiles on their faces - they all knew that they were going to die, no one came to save them, but they laughed in relief.
Liu Wuyan stopped looking at them, feeling a little empty in her heart.
No one came to go into this trap that was obvious at first glance, but the soldiers around did not relax their vigilance, still holding their swords firmly, and the man on the high seat with a golden mask and a cloak sighed out of regret or something, Reached out and picked up the token: "Ready—"
The sound elongated across the clearing.
Liu Wuyan's heart trembled, knowing that the last moment was approaching.
Some of the Kyushu Bank disciples beside her were whispering to each other at this last moment—probably friends, brothers, or Taoist companions. Even if they are strangers, they are still saying goodbye to each other at this time. Liu Wuyan thought, in fact, Jiuzhou Bank is not like everyone used to joke, they are all cowards.
Liu Wuyan also wanted to say something, but she didn't know who to talk to.
So she took a long breath and tried to raise her head to look at the sky.
Suddenly something dripped on the face.
—It's rain.
The raindrops began to fall, big and big, and suddenly there was a heavy rain curtain between the sky and the earth—like the night of the ruined temple many years ago, the pouring rain fell down overwhelmingly, as if to wash everything away . Liu Wuyan laughed suddenly, the rain fell into her eyes, and then slipped from the eye sockets.
"Do it."
In the distance, the voice of the man wearing the golden mask came, as if from another world.
Wearing iron masks, men in black costumes scattered in the rain like crows, with scimitars hanging from their waists, and walked through the heavy rain that suddenly fell to the immortal disciples who were crushed on the ground.
The rain dripped by, and the cold almost penetrated into the bones. Liu Wuyan heard the sound of the knife being pulled out of its scabbard. It was not ordinary executioners but Jin Tang's hidden guards who were in charge of the execution. They smelled of blood, and Liu Wuyan was no stranger to the smell of blood on them—the bloody smell of hungry wolves chasing their prey.
Liu Wuyan closed her eyes, waiting for the moment when the knife would tear the air.
The author has something to say: Liu Wuyan, a tsundere girl.