Meet the moon again

"In the year of Yihai, you went down the mountain to eliminate demons for the first time..."

A scene changed in the bronze mirror, Zhong Qing's face gradually became blurred, replaced by a python demon several feet long.He has cloud-like markings all over his body, his scales are black and bright, and his snake belly is located on the ruins, crushing several houses.

Zhong Qing and several senior brothers waited in formation one after another, the long swords in their hands shining brightly in the sunlight.

"After you captured the snake demon, you were deceived by him, thinking that he repented and insisted on bringing him back to the sword sect... On the way home, the junior guarding the snake demon was lazy and told it to escape..."

The python's tail made a thick and long mark on the mud, and the people in the house were crushed by the tail, so they had to cry for help as they were dying.He opened his mouth to spit out the letter, because he swallowed several people alive when he escaped before, the strong smell of blood lingered in his mouth.

Zhong Qing was the first to join the sect among the group of disciples, so he should naturally take the responsibility.He raised his hand to hold a sword flower, and his return was the opening gesture of a sword "Qian Qiuxue".The disciples behind him unleashed their swords together, and the sword light pierced the sky, the sword glow flourished, and the sword array had already opened.The sword net covered the sky and covered the sky, and the sword body was nailed into the snake's tail, firmly fixing him to the ground, making him unable to break free.

"You shouldn't have let him go from the very beginning." Xin Mo said, raised his hand and waved lightly in front of Zhong Qing's eyes, all the images in front of him disappeared, and instantly returned to the moment when they captured the snake demon.

Zhong Qing saw himself stepping away from a kind of junior and stepping forward, forgetting all the dissuading calls, holding Qingshuang, and without hesitation poked seven inches of the boa constrictor demon that had evolved into its original form, the blood light reflected on his body In the eyes, those pupils showed a little madness.The sharp blade slashed down his flesh, and the hard scales were vulnerable to the magic weapon. Zhong Qing cut through the python's abdomen, and pulled out the demon pill from his body.

"If it were me, I would have peeled his skin and broken his Dan from the very beginning."

"Sword Religion, we have benevolence and righteousness in our hearts, but in my opinion, this is just the benevolence of women! Monsters are the best at deceiving, and being kind to them... What a joke." Zhong Qing in the mirror turned his head and looked at the juniors behind him with disdain Said.

Blood dripped from his hands, staining the white robe on his body red.Snake blood splattered on his face, Zhong Qing casually raised his hand to wipe it, the blood spread even bigger.He raised the corners of his eyes, so that those eyes were no longer as quiet and gentle as before, but a little more frivolous and weird.Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhong Qing seemed to smell the smell of snake blood for a moment, and the stench was extremely stench, making his stomach churn.

The picture flies away, Zhong Qing wants to lower his eyes and doesn't want to look at it again, but for some reason, the whole person seems to be nailed to the spot, unable to move his eyes away.

He and Qi Lin stood on the bustling street, people of all kinds passed by them, the cries of peddlers and the chatter of crowds were endless.Zhong Qing raised his eyes to see Qi Lin's side face, as if he noticed his gaze, the other party turned his head and smiled at him, the spring breeze in March blew through his hair, Zhong Qing subconsciously reached out to help him brush it away, But in the next second, Qi Lin turned his head away, so he had no choice but to hook the corner of his clothes.

They walked into a restaurant and found a place to sit down.The lobby that had been bustling with people suddenly fell silent, and then sporadic sounds came out one after another.

At the beginning, Zhong Qing could only hear a little bit, they seemed to lower their voices and talked about Qi Lin and him behind, and a few vague words came into his ears faintly.

But then, someone suddenly stood up, pointed at them and shouted: "What's wrong with you! The shit Wuxia sword, it's not mixed with Moxiu, it's embarrassing for Jianzong! "

The monk sitting next to him tugged at the hem of his clothes, glanced at Zhong Qing and the others, and said mockingly: "You are not broken sleeves, how can you know how good it is... In my opinion, the flawless sword It's a pleasure to be served by the demon cultivator, you know the taste by eating the marrow."

Qi Lin said, "Do you want me to go over there and tell them to shut up?"

Zhong Qing shook his head.

"Then is it good for me to serve you?"

Zhong Qing raised her eyelids to look at him, and then looked away after a while.

It was as if a breath was stuck in his chest, which tormented him.

"If you want me to say, Jianzong should follow others, punish him for treason, cut off the golden core..."

"The world is full of young people. Qi Lin doesn't want to shut them up, and you don't want to shut them up either. As a result, they multiply and can spit out all kinds of obscenities."

The demon gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "But have you forgotten, many years ago, when you first showed your talents, how these people boasted about the hype and praised you to the sky? "

Zhong Qing in the mirror stood up and looked coldly at the speaker.Outside the mirror, Zhong Qing's body stiffened, and the voice beside her ear didn't stop.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let them slander you like this."

The man in the mirror walked straight to their side. He didn't even use a sword, but with only his hands, he pierced into the monk's dantian, stirring his five fingers to dig out his golden core.

"Didn't you say you want to cut my dan? Who wants to try?" He raised his eyebrows and swept everyone present.

The other monk who spoke before did not expect that he would really dare to do it in public, and was already trembling with fright, muttering something in his mouth.

Zhong Qing lowered his eyes, and suddenly pinched his neck with his right hand.The man was lifted up by him, and his legs struggled to kick over the chair.His throat roared, Zhong Qing took advantage of the situation and raised his hand to stroke his mouth.

A bloody tongue fell on the table.

The surrounding crowd burst into exclamations, and the sound of tables and chairs overturning could be heard endlessly.

"This kind of scum only dares to gossip behind others' backs. When you are brilliant, they will regard you as the next suzerain of Jianzong, a rare talent in a hundred years, and the flawless sword of glory; once you go against their ideas, You are willing to degenerate, and you are a traitor disciple who works with the devil. But what do I want to do, what does it have to do with them? It is the turn of others to point out?"

He shook off the monk, grabbed the clothes on his body and wiped his hands in distaste, his brows were frowned, as if a fierce black air had melted.

The scenes in the bronze mirror go back and forth, either when he was exorcising demons in the past, or when he was in the early years of Jianzong, the person in the mirror has a face similar to him, doing things that are completely different from his past.He watched the dark red blood stain his clothes and splash on his face.He watched Qingshuang stained with innocent dead souls, and his hands were covered with innocent blood.The voice of the inner demon was like a ghost, hauntingly echoing in his ears.

He said, I am you, and what I say is what you think in your heart.What I do is what your heart desires.

He said, bewitched with me.

don't want.Zhong Qing shouted in his heart.

The long sword sank into the elder mustache's body and nailed him fiercely to the stone tablet at the gate of Jianzong.A low and hoarse moan came out of Zhong Qing's throat, the blood on his lips faded away, but his eyes were covered with spider webs of blood.

This is the scene when Qi Lin went to Jianzong.

"Love, you used to be a mortal. Even if you enter the Tao and practice for many years, you can't escape the seven emotions and six desires, you can't escape the eight sufferings of the world... There are many restrictions on monks, if you don't give your body to me, from now on, you can't do anything. End, no one can ask you anything."

The scenes in the mirror all dissipated and returned to the original appearance.The inner demon leaned on his shoulder, and his hand was not solid, but it firmly clamped his jaw, preventing him from tilting his head half an inch.

Zhong Qing was forced to look at the exact same face in the bronze mirror, and the aura in his belly was overwhelming, causing chaos everywhere, causing him pain.It was as if there were countless bone spurs in the limbs and bones, and it was painful to breathe.

Sweat broke out from his forehead and flowed down his brows. The water droplets stuck to his eyelashes, easily blurring his vision in the blink of an eye.

"I am you."

"You can't deal with everything in the past, so I can do it for you in the future."

"Love, give up your way..."

No.

The inner demon was getting closer and closer to him, as if wanting to melt into his body again, the two identical faces slowly merged in the bronze mirror, and everything that had been seen before flashed through Zhong Qing's mind.

He saw himself peeling off the monster's dantian and crushing their golden elixir.

He saw Qingshuang sinking into the bodies of those familiar or unfamiliar monks.

He watched the flames everywhere and the crowd howling.

roll……

Zhong Qing tried her best to shake off these pictures, but they were out of control and still vivid in her mind.

The heart demon smiled unscrupulously against the distorted face of him.

He walked slowly towards himself, forehead to his, breathing seemed to be on his face.

He smelled blood.It was an indelible smell from him.

"I am you!" The demon said, touching his face with one hand.He felt the cold temperature on those hands, and he was walking all the way down.

"Why do you want to escape! Why don't you dare to admit it! Aren't these all what you want!"

Consciousness began to slip away, he was strangled by the inner demon, and every inch of breathing was exhausted.

The free hands of the heart demon touched his dantian, tentatively trying to pierce the flesh.

In a haze, Zhong Qing saw her own face in the mirror again.

The corners of his mouth were half hooked, his eyes were full of teasing, as if he was sizing up mayflies and ants.

He didn't want to become what he looked like in the mirror, like an evil ghost with scorched yellow fangs and an unpleasant smell, it was too ugly.

No...you are not me!Zhong Qing grasped the last sliver of sanity and thought angrily.

"Get out!" He yelled angrily, white light flashed across the room, and the window paper was cut three feet long.

At first it was a mouth, then the gap extended outwards, and gradually combined into the shape of a spider web, covering the whole mirror.The fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which was then covered up by the sound of liquid dripping.

The blood gathered together, reflecting Zhong Qing's blurred side face.

The slender stream of water hit the edge of the shards, connecting the shattered mirrors together in other ways.

The demon gave a low laugh, and said sarcastically, "Are you proving something?"

Zhong Qing couldn't help panting, but said nothing.

"You thought it was gone..."

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, with a loud "click", the rice paper on the table was blown over with great force, and Luzhao came over with a gloomy expression.

"What the hell are you doing?!"