After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Heh...hehe..."

The old man who used to be known as Changqing, ruled the world with a single sword, and was invincible in the world smiled softly.

The laughter gradually grew louder, but was finally interrupted by a violent cough from the old man's throat.

The old man covered his lips with his hand, and a black liquid with a foul smell oozed out from between his fingers.

He looked so weak that he seemed to die in the next second, but Chang Xiaoqing behind him stared at him quietly, like a statue of ice and snow - even the long sword in Chang Xiaoqing's hand None of them moved at all.

"You shouldn't be here."

Chang Xiaoqing spoke slowly, word by word.

The nameless old man was breathing heavily like a broken bellows. He struggled to adjust his breathing rate and shook his head.

"And you're still such a waste."

He opened his mouth and answered with a bull's head.

The sword in Chang Xiaoqing's hand trembled slightly for a moment.

The nameless old man turned his head, and his cloudy eyes flicked over the young man's handsome face and strong and thin figure.

"In the early years... When you knelt in front of me and begged me in the early years, you never put on such an annoying look. Why, now that your master has finally come back to life and returned to youth, you feel that there is no need to beg again to me..."

The old man turned around slowly, raised his dry hand tremblingly, and his wrinkled fingers landed on the cold sword, but it was easy to push the cold long sword away.

Chang Xiaoqing's complexion turned livid little by little following the old man's words.

"So, now you have the guts to raise your sword at me like this? Chang, Xiao, Qing, Chang Shaoxia?"

the old man said.

The blue-toned shimmer of the shark bead fell on the crooked figure of the old man full of ravines, making the man look even more terrifying.

Chang Xiaoqing held the hand of the sword handle, the joints were slightly white.

The handsome and cold-looking young man looked directly at the old man, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

"You should be glad that I didn't kill you the moment I saw you—" The tyrannical expression made the muscles on Chang Xiaoqing's face twitch slightly. Gong?! Why, why..."

"Why on that night, you couldn't control yourself like that, you started killing, you couldn't control yourself?"

The unknown old man took what Chang Xiaoqing said next.

"Shh-"

There was a quick dark sound.

White light flashed.

Almost at the same time, the old man's figure flattened back.But Chang Xiaoqing's sword has already been raised.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough...good swordsmanship."

After a short period of silence, the nameless old man raised his brows and glanced at his chest. There was already a slanted cut in the fabric of his clothes.

When he raised his head again, the smile on his face became more and more mysterious.

Cold sweat oozes from Chang Xiaoqing's back, he doesn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment, the old man in front of him always makes him feel inexplicably disgusted and apprehensive.

"It was you who agreed to practice the Seven Souls Reincarnation Kungfu at the beginning. I told you that it is not a good thing—but what did you say at the time? As long as you can save your master, you will die No regrets? Cough cough... But the old man looks at you now, do you regret it? Oh, I'm afraid it's not just regret... Today's No.1 martial arts, Chang Shaoxia of Wangyou Valley, you must be very good now Are you afraid? Afraid that your master will know what you did?"

"To shut up!"

Chang Xiaoqing gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

The figure of the nameless old man was reflected in his pupils, obviously so weak, so haggard, like a zombie-like figure, but it looked no different from the demon mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures.

Since when did you realize that the old man's purpose was impure?

Chang Xiaoqing asked herself in her heart.

Lin Mao only thought that the old man was a kind and amiable person. I'm afraid no matter how hard he thought about it, the old man had a different face in front of Chang Xiaoqing, right?

At the last days of Lin Mao's serious illness, even though Chang Xiaoqing exhausted all his efforts, he was unable to find any elixir that could save Lin Mao.

And the nameless old man made such a request at that time.

He asked Chang Xiaoqing to carry Lin Mao on his back to practice a kind of martial arts that was never heard of in the martial arts world.

【"This martial art is called the Seven Soul Reincarnation Art. If you practice it, how about I give you the Pill Blood Bilian... Oh, what is this martial art used for? To be honest, this martial art It really won't do you any good if you practice it...After practicing this kind of martial arts, your emotions, desires, and extravagant hopes will all disappear bit by bit, and finally you will become a bloodless, tearless, heartless walking dead..."]

【"As for why I want you to practice this kind of martial arts, naturally I have my reasons... Don't be afraid, if you practice this kind of martial arts, it will never harm your master at all, and there may be some benefits... Oh, specifically What are the benefits, but I don't want to tell you."]

【"How many levels have you practiced in martial arts? If you want me to take out the elixir of life, you will naturally show me how powerful you are..."】

Chang Xiaoqing remembered every word and every word that the old man said clearly.

That's right, the nameless old man had made an agreement with him at the very beginning, after practicing the Seven Soul Resurrection Kungfu, Chang Xiaoqing would gradually lose his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and his whole body would turn into a numb shell.

But Chang Xiaoqing was originally an extremely cold and introverted person, and even any joy, anger, sorrow, and joy fell entirely on Lin Mao alone.

Almost without hesitation, he took over the thin newly transcribed exercises and began to practice seriously.And since he practiced the Seven Souls Returning to Life Kungfu, the affection that was already very thin in the past has become more and more indifferent, while Chang Xiaoqing's own martial arts has been improving day by day and becoming more and more proficient.

At the very beginning, Chang Xiaoqing felt a little secretly grateful that he could finally get rid of the delusion that had tortured him for a long time with this skill...]

However, as time went by, the situation gradually became wrong.

Sometimes Chang Xiaoqing would become trance-conscious and lose all consciousness, and this situation became more and more serious with the deepening of the Seven Souls Resurrection Technique, so that in the end, he would even be in a completely unfamiliar place. I woke up in the place where I was, but I have no idea what I did before and why I came here.

However, at that time, Lin Mao was seriously ill, and Chang Xiaoqing's only emotions and desires were poured into that person... She already knew that something was wrong with her own condition, but she couldn't even bring up the thought of exploring.

That's why what happened that night happened...

It seemed to smell the fishy and sweet smell of that night again.

Chang Xiaoqing's ears heard the muffled sound of human limbs being broken and the wet friction sound of a sword entering his body.

Dissuasion and screams from the brothers.

Knife light.

Sword shadow.

It was as if his body was no longer his own - he just calmly handed out the sword, and then warm red liquid splashed out.

And then……

"Actually, you don't have any remorse for what you did that night, do you?"

The nameless old man spoke suddenly.

Chang Xiaoqing suddenly raised her head and stared at him intently.

A gleam of blood flashed across his eyes.

"Oh, I'm just an old man, and it's inevitable that the old man talks a lot... I just want to remind Chang Shaoxia that I haven't practiced that martial art for a long time, right?"

The unknown old man said.

"You followed us here just to remind me of this?"

Chang Xiaoqing asked.

Indeed, since he woke up from that insane state, he has never practiced the strange and inexplicable Seven Souls Resurrection Technique.

The nameless old man tilted his head and looked at the puppet in the tea pavilion with an unpredictable expression.

After a pause, he said: "Chang Shaoxia, do you think that now that your master has come back to life, you don't need to practice that martial arts anymore, right? You are afraid that one day you will be like that day Generally speaking to your master... Let me remind you, you are wrong, if you practice the Seven Soul Resurrection Art honestly, it will be fine, but if you just leave it alone..."

"So what?"

The nameless old man was silent for a while.

Chang Xiaoqing could feel that the other party was sizing her up—not a single inch was spared from head to toe.

The feeling of standing on the hair on the back came out again.

Chang Xiaoqing can be sure that the old man in front of him cannot possibly hurt herself.Even though he seemed to have some weird and unpredictable means, the broken and decayed aura emanating from the old man's body was not fake.

The damn old man is dying.

Chang Xiaoqing will not mistake this.

However, when the wrinkled little old man stared at him with a strange meaning, Chang Xiaoqing still felt an indescribable fear...

Yes, fear.

Unexplainable fear.

"Chang Shaoxia, these days, have the emotions and desires that were washed away by the previous exercises have returned to their original state... and some greedy desires that cannot be obtained are more prevalent than before..."

Hearing this sentence, Chang Xiaoqing's expression froze.

The nameless old man lowered his eyes, hiding the expression in his eyes.

"The Seven Souls Reincarnation Skill must not be given up halfway, otherwise the feelings washed away before will come back, and you can't restrain yourself—"

The old man returned to the tea pavilion, put away the coffee table and Guqin that Lin Mao had messed up before, and carefully inspected the puppet while speaking.After such busy work, he walked out of the tea pavilion, passed Chang Xiaoqing who was as stiff as a sculpture, and walked slowly towards a certain place in the barren courtyard.

"Chang Shaoxia, I advise you to think clearly. There are some things that can be hated forever if you make a mistake. Your master loves you like a child, so you must not disappoint your master's care."

Chang Xiaoqing's heart was beating crazily in his chest, and he felt flustered and at a loss when he was suddenly challenged like this.

In an instant, a killing intent appeared in his heart.

"who are you--"

Chang Xiaoqing let out a low cry, turned around and drew his sword.

But behind him, there was no one there, only the deep grass and trees in the courtyard rustled in the night.