Xie Huansheng

Smiling and looking at them like watching a wonderful story.

"Aren't you the reincarnation of the God of War? What's wrong? Was your God of War a kneeling and crawling ant?"

Suddenly, Yan Sanlang broke away from his hand and the support he gave him.

He rushed towards Kui, and his tiny body cast a tiny figure, a red and fast, angry and mad, but extremely proud figure.

"Sanlang, you!" Xie Huansheng grabbed it forward, but he still couldn't catch anything.

He had escaped into the sky and turned into a horned dragon, breathing out a faint flame, wrapping the dragon's body around Kui's tail.

That dangerous dragon tail.

He is so decisive, resolute, determined, and even a little free and easy.

The lives of the two of them seemed to depend on his one-step decision!

He smiled slightly.

He bit Kui's flesh, his body twisted tightly, almost bursting.

"Sanlang, come down quickly!" The sky was spinning, the clouds were dark, and the rain was piercing and painful when it hit his eyes. You go!"

Saburo let go of his mouth, at this time he was so weak and insignificant, clinging to Kui's body, like a young snake.He looked at them from a distance, and at that moment, there was love in his eyes.

A love that has been refused to speak for thousands of years.

"Xie Shangzi's sword fell on me, and I made the mistake by one person." He said calmly, in a low voice, but clearly, "Big brother, I will always recognize you as my big brother, and the sixth younger brother will hand over to you." — let's go!"

Yu Lanjun cried, tears melted into the rain: "Third brother, I want third brother to live, I want third brother to live..."

Xie Huansheng gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

He picked up Alan and rolled it on his shoulders, stood up vigorously, forced himself to straighten his back, and spread his legs.

At this moment, he has no wounds, no blood, no tears, no sorrow for death, no joy of life, he only has one life, a life bought with another life!

The rain is desolate, but the blood is cold, the wind is rustling, and there is no sad song.

The broken plants and trees stepped over one by one, and there were a few faint mournful cries. This rain has lost too many lives and washed away too many beautiful whitewashes.

Too many fates have been reversed.

It also brings too many variables.

People are in the rivers and lakes, where is home?

Disorganized footsteps, never finding a direction.

In the northwest sky, the blue dragon fell.

☆, 50

Xie Huansheng was dug out from the mud flat, and Mr. Yu Lan was hung on his back.

The two rolled together, covered in mud, and at first glance it looked like a thousand-year-old tortoise.

An old man with a trailer just happened to pass by this place. When he saw the giant tortoise, he hurriedly lowered himself down to pay his respects. He knocked his head firmly in the yellow water for about ten times, and then raised his hands to catch the giant tortoise respectfully.

What was buried in the mud was not a thousand-year-old turtle, but two half-dead people.

——What can we do?

Sending the Buddha to the west, and digging it all out, you can't just leave him alone, right?

Then the two of them were lifted onto the plank, with ropes strung across their shoulders, and they were transported to the village.

Really his youngest son!Especially the bigger one, it's like a stone man!

The old man was nearly eighty years old, and his limbs were as thin as wood. Although he had worked half his life and maintained his strength, he was finally amazed by Xie Huansheng's impressive weight.

He put the car on the side of the road and smoked a pipe against a big mulberry tree.Thinking left and right: This place is not in front of the village and behind the store, and it is three miles away from the village, so what should I do?Could it be possible to go to the village and call some fellows?But if it drags on like this, these two people will really die!

Just when he was worried, a monk in white clothes and hair suddenly came to face him. Around his neck was a string of big beads, round and bright red, shining with precious energy.

He hastily clasped his hands together and said: "Master, just do me a favor and go to Changshui Village, three miles away, and call two fellows. I'm afraid they won't succeed!"

The master glanced at the two people lying on the carriage board, and said unhurriedly: "The two of them are pilgrims who live in my temple. There was a heavy rain the day before yesterday, and the two of them have never returned. It's just right, Mr. Sir, can you lend me this cart? When I send these two people back, I will return it."

The old man clapped his hands happily: "Great! Take them both to the hospital for treatment, this car is useless, and you don't have to go all the way to return it!"

The master bowed deeply to him: "Thank you, your kindness will be rewarded." After speaking, he picked up the straw rope and led the car away like walking a dog.

The old man's dry tobacco bag dropped to the ground with a bang: "Wow, it's really powerful! I saw a master today!"

Wukong came down from the purple bamboo forest, just as a frost had just finished falling in the sky.Under the thin and brittle white shade, the feeble greenness struggles, as if dormant for a winter.

This winter must be chilling.

On the way to Santanzhai, he saw the evil dragon that wrecked the world.

He was a god then, but now he is a demon.

The dragon looked very lazy, with its long body curled up and its head as big as a bell resting on a boulder, taking a nap.He ransacked all the land in a radius of ten li, and ransacked all the houses of the three land lords, turning them into a pot of waste rice porridge with lotus seeds.

There are ravines and ravines among the chaotic rocks, and there are four big characters: please fight the Tathagata.

What a majesty!He looked at it, and wished he could spit out from mid-air, to see how the Tathagata would deal with you!

After somersaulting, he quickly went to Santanzhai.

Not long ago, Shan Yahua sent him a letter.The content of the letter is condensed: Feng Long failed, he is still alive, beware of heavenly people!

A ball of fire accumulated in Wukong's heart, and that fire made him almost gnash his teeth.

He thought about Xie Huansheng, the Bodhisattva said that he was a figure of great fortune and great nobility, a rich and noble man, why was he so troubled and troubled?

Xiaoqing and Jin Chanzi had been placed in other places long ago, Santanzhai had been vacant for dozens of days, Xiao Ran showed a dilapidated image, the vegetation was desolate, the railings were soulless, bleak and empty, just like this wandering autumn day.

Shan Yahua waited for him in this blank space, he was slender, standing there alone, with a thin bundle, Yi Fa made the building behind him look as majestic as a mountain.

"When you wake up, you're in the house," he said.

Wukong was like a stone on a slingshot, and it seemed to fly into the door.

Xie Huansheng sat on a couch, staring at him blankly, his lips trembling.

Wukong staggered, without thinking, he went to hug him.

Xie Huan sobbed in his arms like a child.

"Sanlang is gone..." He raised his head and repeated repeatedly, "He is gone, he is dead, he is gone..." He cried dryly, but there were no tears on his face, all his blood and tears were drained by the rain up.

Wukong rounded his fist, raised it heavily, and immediately punched a hole on the couch. "Don't be afraid!" He said eagerly, "You still have your sixth brother, and me! Do you see clearly? I'm right here, and you still have me!"

"Hahaha," Xie Huansheng said with a helpless smile, "I've lived for so long, but I'm still so stupid!"

"It doesn't matter if you're stupid!" Wukong put one hand on his forehead, and fiddled with his hair like catching lice. "Look at me, I'm stupid even with my mouth. I want to say a hundred good words to comfort you, but I can't even make a gesture." They didn’t even come out!” He paused, then said in a hoarse voice, “I’ll settle this matter with you!”

But there was a loud noise from outside, the gate of the courtyard was knocked open, and then a large number of people poured into the courtyard, all of them wearing armor and hanging knives, red tassels nodded their heads, they were so mighty.

Wukong cursed in his heart, hurriedly pushed Xie Huansheng into the collapse, and ordered in a low voice: "Don't hold back, stay here! Let me do it!"

He straightened up and came to the door, and kicked the door into the courtyard with a loud kick. The door god with a tall body seemed to be placed in the door frame, with a golden cudgel on his shoulder, emitting a chilling light. "What? Want to steal the house?!"

The leader is Li Tianwang.

Wukong laughed when he saw him: "Your tower is too tall, isn't it?"

Hearing what he said, Li Tianwang immediately remembered all kinds of bad deeds of Xie Huansheng, and said angrily: "Call Xie Huansheng out!"

Wukong glared: "Haha, you are so ridiculous! That night, you didn't even release a bug, you were as quiet as chickens, and now you are mobilizing troops to ask questions. What are these soldiers for? What about eating? How about prestige in the magnificent heavenly court?"

Li Tianwang frightened: "Dou Zhan Sheng Buddha, you have to think about which side you are standing at this time and this place!"

Wukong laughed agitatedly: "You don't need to point it out! I am naturally on the right side! The three dragons have already lost one vein. Since all living beings are equal, why don't you even have the slightest bit of compassion?"

Li Tianwang raised his chin, and proudly said: "Make up for the crime with merit, if the merit is not accomplished, death is a matter of course, why forgive him? If you want to blame, blame him for his inferior skills! What's more, there is no candle dragon remains in the place where the incident happened. I doubt it even more. The failure of the seal this time is the conspiracy of the four dragons."

After Wukong heard this, his head burst into veins angrily: "Red mouth and white tongue——"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Xie Huansheng rushing out like a big white goose croaking, before everyone could stop him, he picked Li Tianwang's helmet off.

Li Tianwang was taken aback. Seeing the iron crown falling and dust rolling, his whole body trembled with anger, and he kicked Xie Huansheng's chest with all his strength.

Xie Huansheng immediately lowered his body against the door panel after his fierce kick, and barely covered his mouth, and immediately a lot of blood gushed out between his fingers.

Seeing Wukong, he swung his stick and hit him head and face: "Old man! I'll teach you to take advantage of other people's danger!"

Li Tianwang drew his sword, and his eyeballs popped out: "What a monkey! Teaching you how to fight and fight with the Holy Buddha is really flattering you!"

Wukong said in a sharp voice: "Yes yes yes! When I overthrow you group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, I will immediately raid your hometown, whittle your wood into a house, your gold into a chain, and your nez into a natuo!"

"Wukong!" Xie Huansheng touched the ground, stood up crookedly, and said angrily, "Heavenly King, you don't have to argue, it's all my fault that I fell short this time, and I will give Yu Kui's life." The emperor just confessed, and there is no need for his soldiers to help. The holy Buddha just pitied me, and his blood went to his head. He is to me, haha, Buddhas and demons have different ways since ancient times, so don’t embarrass him.”

Li Tianwang's hand holding the sword hangs down, seeing his neck soaked in blood, he said solemnly: "General Xie, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Xie Huansheng opened his face, and smiled kindly again, almost aggrieved, "Understood, self-defense."

Wukong stomped his feet and beat his stick, arguing: "A Sheng, you! What's wrong with you!"

"Of course I was wrong, I shouldn't have run out of that dragon egg!" He teased, and waved to Li Tianwang again, "I will...not be good, so I won't send you off. This house belongs to Qian Zun , don't make trouble, after all, it's not my face that I lost. You are old and walk slowly. "

Li Tianwang nodded and said: "Well, take care." He led the crowd to go.

As soon as he left, Xie Huansheng slumped again, and Wukong stretched out his hand to support his back, so angry that he couldn't say a word.He took a breather and asked, "Where's Alan?"

Wukong sighed: "Shan Yahua asked for two golden pills from the Buddha, and I will give them to him."

"he…."

"I've taken the medicine and the soup, you'd better take a breath first!" Wukong put his arms around him, turned his elbows in, brought him into the inner room, and said like arguing with a child , "There are so many troubles in the world, you have thought about them all, and your hair is going to be white! You just lie down, I just soaked an orange in water, it's sweet, let's share it!"

night.

The cloud vortex hangs low, but there is a good moon hanging over it.The air gradually glowed with life.

A broom is quietly leaning against the persimmon tree in the courtyard.After Shan Yahua cleaned the yard, she left.

Wukong spread a thick layer of velvet cushions on the recliner as if setting up a Buddhist altar, and solemnly invited Xie Huansheng to it. "Hey," he scratched his scalp and said with a shy smile, "In the past you cooked for me, and now I've made a few, but I don't know how it tastes, so you just have to eat two bites, how about it—— You eat it for me too!"

Xie Huansheng swung the fighting bird stick twice, and said respectfully: "Of order!" Picking up the chopsticks, he picked up a piece of stewed tofu and put it into his mouth.

Wukong half-kneeled on the ground, with his arm resting on the armrest, his eyes sparkled in anticipation: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Xie Huansheng swallowed that piece of tofu endlessly, that piece of tofu that didn't even dissolve the salt and gravy, but the ingredients had already aged first, "Well, this taste should only be found in the sky, and there is always no place on the earth's stove. !"

Wukong said happily: "Ah! It's the first time you cook, and you give such a high evaluation? Then I have to try it too!" As he said, he stretched out his hand to snatch his chopsticks.

Xie Huansheng picked up the plate, turned around, swished the whole plate of tofu into his mouth, and said while chewing: "Well, I don't want you to share this delicious food! "

Wukong stared at him for a long time, and suddenly blushed: "It's hard to eat, isn't it?"

Xie Huan laughed so loudly that he almost sprayed the tofu out of his nostrils. He tapped the tip of Wukong's nose: "I think, besides mountains of swords and seas of fire, there should be another activity in hell. Do you know what it is?"

"Bah! I won't listen!"

"Call 'Let's Bowl of Tofu'! Chihaha..."

"Don't do it, don't do it!" Wukong waved his hands, "You're talking to me again!"

The two enjoyed the moonlight again, Wukong twisted Xie Huansheng's hand, and said: "It's late at night, it's cold outside, you should go to sleep as soon as possible."

Xie Huansheng nodded: "Well, you help me in."

Wukong took his arm and slid him to the bedside. Xie Huansheng took off his shoes, stretched his legs to look at him, and put on a pitiful look of being a big bird.Wukong raised his hand and patted him: "What's the matter? I've been used to you for a day, and you can't even open the tent?"

"Wukong, Akong..." Xie Huansheng looked at him weakly and reservedly, "I want to..."

"Get out!" Wukong turned around and ran, reached the door, and said back, "I'll go to Qianzun's place, and I'll be back in two days!"

"It's boring!" Xie Huan gasped angrily, and managed to regain his energy and strength, but the person who came to his mouth slipped away!At this time, he was shaking like a fighting cock, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.But the night outside the window is thick, like a water moon, lingering white light, spreading across half of the room like water satin, especially a few flower fragrances in the wind, weak to the touch.

——I don't know what happened to Alan at this time.

He turned around and stayed on the bed, took off his cloth shoes, swept out the door, turned back and forth through several corridors, and arrived at the west chamber.

"Alan?" He tapped twice, but there was no response.

"Alan, how are you?" There was still no movement.

It's strange, Alan always goes to bed late, how could he fall asleep like this?Or if the injury is too serious, if the person loses some blood, he will always feel sleepy.It's better to go in quietly, even if you have a look.

He held the door open, and slowly pushed through the room, only to see Bai Lu filled the room, all bright, without any popularity.

The agarwood was burned out, and two red flowers fell on the incense altar.

Turning my gaze, I came to the cool bed, the bed tent was half raised, and the soft silk was like a woman's hair flowing across half of the bed. Under the dim moonlight, I saw that there was no one on the bed, only one and a half was left. Open sachet.

The last kit was opened at this time!

His breath became short of breath in vain, he walked quickly to the bedside, took out the paper from his pouch, and held it up to the window to read.

Scanning quickly, there is only one line on the paper.

seven words.

——Tai'a Sword Burys the Dragon Soul!

He rubbed the paper frantically, turning around in circles, forgot how to use his ten fingers, tore it to pieces, leaving black and white foam all over the place, Tai Ah Sword, Buried Dragon Soul!Suddenly, his scalp exploded, and countless terrifying thoughts swirled in his mind like a devouring devil, almost making him cry, so he turned around quickly and rushed out.

I have never turned around so quickly in my life!

☆, 51

How far is it from here to Wanpu Liusha?How long has he been gone?Has an accident happened?

He inhaled hard, until the two non-leaves were about to explode, the healed wound suddenly opened, and the pain pierced through his heart, making him bend down uncontrollably.

Five dragons have been lost, and three are few.

Now that San Lang is gone, if he can't keep his sixth brother, he is not worthy of being the big brother!

He gritted his teeth fiercely, determined his heart, his iron-like heart throbbed violently in his chest, almost knocking him off his body; his footsteps were even crazier, like walking stones, his figure was faster, faster than Liu Ya, he was like a charge of sheep The lone wolf ran wildly in the forest, the branches and leaves turned around, making piercing sounds, and the white dew fell, and the cold frost was scattered all over the ground.

I don't know when the tears flowed, flying obliquely from the corner of the eyes.

For the first time in his life, he was so afraid of dying.

Even though he has experienced the vicissitudes of life and death in the world for thousands of years, and is used to seeing pairs of hurried footsteps, he has never grasped all the things that he cherishes.

After leaving the forest, a vast plain appeared in front of my eyes, the moon was as bright as a mirror, the crows were silent, and there were no shadows.

A figure suddenly appeared from under the pale horizon, the man's steps were brisk, his clothes were raised high, and his appearance was high-spirited, just like a young prodigal son who was new to the wind and cloud, full of ambitions but ignorant of bloody cruelty.

With a red robe and a jade face, the moonlight hugs her arms, with a smile on her mouth.

It's Mr. Yu Lan!

He is alive, alive and well!

Xie Huansheng pounced on him like a hungry wolf catching sheep, hissing, "Sixth Brother! You're back! How are you? You're finally back!"

Mr. Yu Lan walked slowly towards him, like a flower god descending from the sky, so clean that it couldn't be seen, as illusory as a dream.

"Brother." He called, putting his hand up.

Xie Huansheng grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand: "Great, I knew you would definitely come back..." His face suddenly changed—Alan didn't have the slightest dragon spirit!

Only pure Dao Yuan!

how come?

"Brother..." Yu Lanjun still smiled, but his eyes became blank. With a smile, he fell into his arms like a falling red leaf on a branch in the sky, "I..."

He vomited blood.

Blood spat in Xie Huansheng's throat, hot and pungent, and dripped down the skirt of his clothes. "Tai Ah doesn't have the dragon energy.... to slay the dragon... I... didn't let you down this time..."

His face was frighteningly pale, his body collapsed like a broken branch, Xie Huansheng hurriedly took a step back, and then knelt down, the two of them were bleeding together, hanging from his chest to his knees, gurgling incessantly Absolutely melted into the soil.

"Sixth brother!" He widened his eyes, and tears fell on Yu Lanjun's face, "You will be fine, you will be fine! Take heart...Brother will take you to the Bodhisattva..."

"Brother..." He spoke with great difficulty, "I have unloaded my dragon energy and left it seven feet away from him... When the time comes, you will..."

"I know...I know, don't say anything, I'll take you away!"

"No need," he shook his head, Xie Huansheng caressed his face, he gently touched that hand, and said expectantly, "Brother, take me to see orchids, okay? Third brother's piano is still there..."

"Okay, okay...I'll take you to Xuelanjian, you have to hold on!" He picked up Mr. Yu Lan on his back, gathered enough strength in his feet, and rushed towards the big round wheel at the end of the barren road. full moon.

The old scenery is faintly laid out under the feet.

The orchid is as holy as a cloud, full of youth.

"Look!" Xie Huansheng carefully put down Mr. Yu Lan, let him lean on the stone altar as comfortably as possible, cried and laughed, "Your favorite orchid is blooming well..."

"Haha..." Yu Lanjun smiled, "If God treats me like this, my life will be worthless."

He just finished this sentence, and the crystal-like exotic flower was like ashes under wildfire, gradually ebbing and withering.

"No! Not now..." Xie Huansheng screamed suddenly, threw himself on the ground, stretched out his arms to grab those flowers, and when his fingertips touched them, he died. Digging hard, finally caught a branch.

The last orchid.

He happily held it in his arms, and presented it to Mr. Yu Lan like a treasure: "Look, I picked the last one!"

Yu Lanjun raised her hand slightly, wanting to pick up the flower, but just as her finger touched the young leaf under the calyx, it fell down feebly.He looked at the flowers drowsily, and sighed contentedly: "Brother, I am really the happiest person in the world...you play a tune for me, I close my eyes, and pretend that the third brother is here, okay? "

"I..." Xie Huansheng lowered his head in shame.

"I want to hear your squeak..."

"Okay, if you don't mind, I'll let you listen to it!" Xie Huansheng wiped his tears, took the huqin from the stone altar, and put it on his lap. Wipe the strings.

The tune cannot be tuned, and the tune cannot be tuned, but it becomes a complete section.

Perfect like a blank moon.

Yu Lanjun's body gradually became transparent and faded, and finally fell into the dust with a bang, and returned to the proud Dao sword on Qingfeng.

Qingfeng does not change, and the world waves are overturned.

The entire Xuelanjian vanished in smoke, like a dream that hastily passed away under the rising sun.The fragrance of flowers is elegant, Yiyi retains the size of spring in front of her eyes.

The night continues, the river waves are surging, a few shadows of geese looking for spring flash past, and they disappear in a blink of an eye.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, the people and scenery are ethereal.

Looking at the joys and sorrows of the world, life and death, love, hatred and parting, unexpectedly one day it will also become a painting. Xie Huansheng picked up the piano and held the sword in his arms. Turn back life and death.He walked, Huqin on his back, accompanied by a long sword, his long hair hanging in the air, hitting the suddenly cold air blindly and uncertainly.

At this time, the north wind finally blew.

The north wind is dyed, half of the head is white, the shadow is sparse and the river flows, looking back is completely at a loss.

☆, 52

Ten thousand waterfalls and quicksand, the first snow this year.

An early and unexpected snowstorm.

At this moment, a silent figure steps on the vast land where thousands of trees have fallen.This person, he has a snow that is as lonely as a tomb, a sword that despises human relations, and a pair of eyes that are as quiet as snow.

Blizzard in the sky, never break the road.

Ling Feng sweeps the dust, unyielding ambition.

The jackdaw crossed the border, breaking the vast expanse.

"You finally came."

Kui yawned, got up lazily, and then jumped upwards vigorously. His body was as tall as a mountain, but his movements appeared unusually elegant. It turns into a king's image before my eyes.

Black boa robe, black hair like a blind night, deep-eyed eagle nose, suddenly the Jade Emperor came to the world again.However, he is a dragon, a notorious dragon, and far from the dignified emperor on the throne of the Lingxiao Palace. If you don't get rid of his hatred, you won't be able to see his false fame.

He said: "My son, you are finally here. You made your father wait so hard, and you also made the brothers underground wait so hard—" He laughed suddenly, "I'll give you a ride, so that you The eight underworlds are reunited!"

Xie Huansheng didn't answer.

He yelled sharply and drew his sword.

Sword chaos snow.

Xuefei disaster.

There is no room for tricks.

The past is over, let's pay the wind and frost.

There is hatred on his sword, hatred in his eyes, hatred in his heart, even the blood that has been passed down through the blood.

Hate to the extreme.

Hate is like death.

Hate the wind and dust, hate the past, hate the impermanence of the underworld, hate the end of the world, hate the loss of a confidant, hate the past for a long time, hate the fate of father and son, full of resentment, turned into the fiercest sword.

It stabs out like a madman again and again.

Kui raised his hands, slapped his palms and struck the front, and laughed a bit ignorantly and coldly.

There was such a heavy snow, the world sank, and the rivers and lakes disappeared.

On the day of Fenghua, there was also such a deathly and irresistible snowfall.

That snow couldn't wash away the grievances, but it kept blood and tears forever, and it couldn't demonstrate justice, but it made the name of the wicked.

Good will not be good, and the world will not be good.

Buried in the ashes, the last thing he saw was a piece of pale purgatory, an ugly carnival following the incomparable lies woven by the ruthless king wearing the dragon crown.

God damn Ji Geshen, his hands will never be stained with blood, and his reputation will remain in vain.

——Then, instead of ignoring this distorted peace, it is better to exchange bloodbath for vast cleansing!

"Are you really going to kill me?"

"Father devours son, son kills father, is there any difference?"

It's not all a jungle game!

The wind was violent and the snow was violent, and he smashed the air with his palm.

Hit Xie Huansheng's old wound.

Xie Huansheng was hit by him, and immediately flew down the snowy field like a boat against the waves, and slid back a few feet, vermilion blood rushed out of his mouth, dousing the snow haze.

Kui took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "We're vulnerable, come again!"

"stand up!"

Xie Huansheng closed his eyes and opened his eyes, jumped up, and swung his sword. His sword was like a pen held in the sky, piercing the snow curtain, flying white flames, playing laments, stirring up angry clouds, ghosts Roaring for thousands of miles, coldly kill all and go straight to the enemy.

Kui let out a stern laugh, condensed three parts of his true energy in his palm, turned his backhand, and then turned around.

He twitched his fingers lightly, but it contained the power of an axe. This mighty force penetrated his chest and went straight into his heart. Xie Huansheng felt as if a giant hand was clenching his heart. on the ground.

Kui's towering body approached like a god's mansion, "What's the matter? Is this sword not suitable for your hand? Your sixth brother died in vain!"

Hearing his words, Xie Huansheng's heart was burning with anger. He drank coldly, rolled over again, half of his body was washed with blood, and half of his body was snowed. He was like death like a ghost. With the long sword in his hand, he turned into a death letter that devoured the soul; One step, one step, flying in the clouds, walking with the sword, as real as if it were an illusion, in an instant, killing the light, cutting the road and killing the ground, the wind of the sword disturbs the snow and shakes the dust, before the death move arrives, but the sky is drunk, and the ground is three points deep!

Kui raised his hand to control the top, his five fingers hooked upside down suddenly, held like a moon between the applause, Wo Wuchao's power, peeping at the figure approaching, he struck out with one blow.

The two vigorous dragon qi collided fiercely, and the frozen world of thousands of miles disintegrated instantly, leaving a huge hole, as if one side had left the dust.

The sad wind sips the snow, not staining the bodies of the two.

Kui smiled approvingly: "Ha! Sure enough, I have grown a lot!" He suddenly restrained his smile, "But——I'm tired!"

No matter how intoxicating the game is, it has an end.

He leaps over the snowy fields, enters the clouds, transforms into a dragon, and the dragon scales painted black show a silvery leaden gray under the light of the snow.

He curled up his tail, gathered enough strength, and swept down through the air.

Xie Huan held a horizontal sword in his chest, urging his magic energy to block it with his mighty power.

The world fell into darkness.

How can the world of snow be dark?

But he was already half fainted on the ground.

He fell into the wilderness.

Four sternums were torn, and every breath made his head swell and his teeth ached.

Fortunately, there was a snow.

For this snow, he really wants to toast a cup of hot wine to the sky.

The chill subdued the pain of death and kept him awake.

Long opened his mouth slowly, he asked: "Who am I in front of you, have you really thought about it?"

Xie Huansheng stiffened his neck, and said with difficulty: "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you think Kui was reborn on the day the seal was broken?"

"You..." He turned his head and spat out a big mouthful of blood, which melted into the snow and condensed into a bright and thin frozen Aomei flower. "I don't understand you."

"From the moment you were born, Kui has been reborn."

"You... nonsense!"

"Are you scared?" Kui giggled, the dragon's whiskers fluttering in the wind, "Among the eight dragon balls, there was an immortal dragon ball, and you are a reborn evil dragon born out of the undead dragon ball; There is also a dragon ball of nirvana, which is the sword in your hand, this sword can only kill one of you and me, as long as one of you and me survives, Kui will not die."

"I, I am Ying Long Xie Huansheng!"

"Haha," Kui continued to laugh, he felt sorry for him, "Kill me, Kui still exists, because you are also Kui."

"Then you—who are you?"

"Oh! Don't you want to kill me?"

"Of course I want to kill you! Who are you?!"

"I am the Kui who died of hatred, and you are the Kui who was reincarnated by the God of War. If a person has a future, he will have a past. I am your past, and you are my continuation."

Xie Huansheng's eyes turned cold, and he repeated in a low voice as if persuading himself: "I can kill you...I can kill you first..."

"Get rid of the past? Haha, this old-fashioned and absurd idea, you are not you, and I am not me. How can there be you without me, and how can I have me without you?"

Xie Huansheng squeezed the sword in his hand, then let go.

——I can kill him first, and then kill myself!

Kui saw through his thoughts at a glance: "You are so naive! If you want to kill me, let your horse come here! Oh no, how can you fight again now? This time I must kill you first!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his tail high.

Xie Huansheng closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain. If he died, what would be left of him in this world?He has not lost all, he still has a life, a person waiting for him.

- that's enough!

He must live, he must live!

——Kill him!

But now I have no strength to fight back, so is it possible that I will be controlled by him forever?

"I!" he roared through gritted teeth, "I am—"

Before finishing the words, a dazzling brilliance suddenly lit up on the wrist, rumbled and vibrated, and then diffracted and diffused to the surroundings. Wherever the holy light passed, one could see the bright shadows of the ten directions of the nine heavens, the ghosts and evils were silent, the Buddha praised Zhuang, Mo Xue Wash Chen Yun, all spirits will be reborn!

Kui was shocked to see the strange image, his expression changed instantly, but he saw Xie Huansheng standing proudly among the blue sky and yellow dust, the Tai'a Xuan sword pointed at the sky, and suddenly the sword's edge swirled like a flying dragon, transforming the wind and clouds, accepting the universe, and suddenly Open the door of Liangyi Wuji, the Buddhist beads on the wrist are thrown down, and come out with a swipe of the blade. The two powers of Buddhism and Taoism work together, Tianluo turns gossip, Hai Yunyao conquers clothes, all gods are amazing!

"I am me!"

When the sound fell, it was summoned, and thousands of sword qi pierced the ground in response to the sound, like a forest on top of a tree splitting the sky, piercing the dragon's body densely.

Kui wailed endlessly, his body turned and struggled in a twisted posture, like jumping into a wave of fire, the dragon armor all over his body was cracked and shattered the moment the sword glow penetrated, blood and flesh covered the sky and covered the earth like a cruel rain of darts sweeping down the surrounding fields.

Xie Huansheng didn't allow him another chance to fight back, so he raised his sword above his head with both hands, jumped up, aimed at him seven feet away, and slashed the dragon with one sword!

☆, 53

Winter may be the most willful season. The wind and snow always come as soon as they are said, as abruptly as a terrible tragedy, but the life of Dongxue is short, like a fat cicada on a branch by a river in summer, it will stop when it says it will.

A string of ice cones hung under the eaves, white and straight, each tempered into a good sword for people to pick.Coming out of Mr. Yu Lan's room, Wukong had an extra sachet in his hand.The ice picks refract white light and sprinkle it all over the body, each one is like a kaleidoscope, reflecting several glazed worlds, the eyes are full of melting white, like a hastily piled image, a memory that has been emptied.

A single figure stands in a vast expanse, the courtyard in front of you is surrounded by rooms on three sides, there is no sound of brooms sweeping, and there is no sizzling sound of hot oil and vegetables in the kitchen; a pear wood fighting bird stick is placed horizontally on the deck chair The parrot in yellow clothes and green head can no longer be kept; there is still half of the tea that the two of them drank that night on the tea table, and a thin layer of algae-green ice has already formed on the tea table—— An unprecedented vastness.

Wukong took a step forward, and immediately withdrew his right foot.

There are a lot of things to think about right now, when did they move?Did you really go to Ten Thousand Waterfalls and Quicksand?But why was there not even a shadow of a dragon when they passed by just now, there may have been a fierce and painful fight, but the wind and frost buried its traces, and the silence was like a death.

Where did others go?

He stroked the beads and asked in a low voice: You, you, where are you?

The beads didn't respond, and his heart couldn't be fulfilled.

He went to ten thousand waterfalls and quicksand, and stood there holding a stick for three days and three nights.

There have been two light snowfalls in the past three days. The snow is shallow and fine, and it is hard to fall.

Relying on his indestructible body, he waited in the wind and snow.

One wait is three days.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the cold sun broke through the snow, and suddenly a chubby figure appeared in the white curtain. The short old man waved his crutches and greeted him angrily: "Great Sage! Holy Buddha! Why are you here?" this?"

"It's the Lord of the Earth!" Wukong suddenly turned around, and the snow on his eyebrows shook off, "Where's Xie Huansheng? Have you seen him?"

"He..." The land princess lowered his eyes and pressed a little dodge, "He..."

Wukong rushed forward with a stride, grabbed his hand and lifted his back collar, and the land lord ate him, and immediately turned around several times aggressively like a glutinous rice dumpling, screaming, "Oh! Just say it, my god! Don't worry! !"

Wukong squinted: "Where is he?"

"He..." The Land Lord shuddered, "He died..."

"Dead?" Wukong jumped suddenly, "How could he die!"

Seeing that his red eyes were about to burst out, the land lord danced in fright, and said incoherently: "He and that dragon died together! I saw clearly from the side! Ah, the tragic one at that time