Meet the moon again

Zhong Qing raised her head and looked at Lu Zhao for a while, a silent atmosphere flowed between them for a long time.

His hands were clasped together, and blood dripped from his fingertips to the floor.The collar had been soaked crimson, and there were bloodstains running down his neck. He seemed to feel no pain, and he just panted for breath.

Lu Zhao walked in quickly, took the cloth on the basin, and wanted to press on Zhong Qing's face, but the latter subconsciously avoided the side, and said coolly: "Close the door."

"What's wrong with you!" Lu Zhao angrily threw Bu Chao Zhongqing into his arms, and led him through the door with a wave.

When she turned her head again, Zhong Qing had already wiped off the blood on the lower half of her face.

"Brother, do you want to explain to me how long I have just left, maybe only a day, what's the matter with you?" Lu Zhao avoided the shards of the mirror, went to the closet and rummaged, complaining in a bad tone Said, "Every one of them is not reassuring, but you have the nerve to say me."

Zhong Qing didn't speak, and took the wound medicine thrown by him numbly.

He flipped the box with his hand and knocked on it, then silently dropped it on his lap, "I can't control him anymore."

Luzhao's expression turned serious, and his tone became serious: "I told you from the very beginning that demons are not something to get along with."

"En." Zhong Qing replied in a muffled voice.

"Listen to me, lock him in the sword mound first. The spirit sword is very hostile, maybe it can kill his devilish energy for a while, and then it won't be too late for you to think about how to subdue it. "Lu Zhao said, "Although I heard that the separation of the demon from the body will damage the cultivation of the body, but there is no better way."

"Chongqing, if you continue like this, you will lose your life sooner or later."

Zhong Qing turned her head to the side and looked at Lu Zhao. The sword cultivator who used to be carefree now has a dignified expression, her lips are tightly pressed, and her words are full of melancholy.He fixedly watched the time when he had half a cup of tea, and replied lukewarmly: "Okay."

Three days later, Lu Zhao returned to Jianzong with an excuse and took him into Jianzhong.

The withdrawal of the demon lasted for most of the day, thousands of spirit swords in the sword mound screamed in unison, and the shrill sound of cold iron resounded through the mountains, startling a group of birds above the clouds and mist, flapping their wings and flying away.

Limbs and bones seemed to be dismantled and rebuilt, and the consciousness was almost on the verge of being torn apart.

Lu Zhao pressed his back with one hand, and held Wanyuanbao's soul-locking awl with the other.A trace of demonic energy emerged from Zhong Qing's back, and wanted to retract into his body in an instant.Lu Zhao and the black air were intertwined, bean-sized beads of sweat oozed from between his brows and sank into the soil.

The soul-locking cone is the magic-eliminating tool left by Jiuyuan, the fourth master of Wanyuanbao.A few days ago, Luzhao sneaked this thing out of the library in the castle behind his brother's back. He thought that he would come to ask Zhongqing for credit after he became proficient in using it. Forced to drive the ducks to the shelves.

The spiritual breath in the soul-locking awl surged violently, making Li Zhao's mouth tingle, almost throwing it to the ground.The huge strength of the black energy pulled him together, and Zhong Qing struggled to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, trying to expel the inner demons.

The sword energy surged, and in the haze, the two seemed to hear the roar of the spirit sword, and the shadow of the sword hit the sky.

When he came out, his mood was blurred, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, his back was wet with sweat, and he almost staggered and fell to his knees after walking a few steps.

"Do you know what happened next?" the demon said.

Zhongqing's consciousness came out from the white-clothed man below and floated in mid-air.The surrounding mountains and forests turned into mist and white mist, milky white smoke curled up around his side, and the inner demons gathered in front of him, it was a face exactly like his, without even a scar on the nose Half o'clock in and out.

"Thousands of long swords are imposing...there may be a ray of spirit of a senior of the Sword Sect engraved on them." The demon said flatly.If his tone is calm, his voice is almost the same as that of Zhong Qing, and it is almost impossible to distinguish, "You won't know that feeling."

Zhong Qing stared at him without speaking.

"Hundreds of years, at first it was the erosion of sword energy day after day. Many of these swords were born to slay demons. How could they be willing to let me go? As long as I resist a little, they would like to let me die on the spot. "

"I spent every day in a daze, the pure sword pressure made me breathless, and the fierce and hostile energy continued to wear away around me... It was like there were thousands of swords facing you, entwined around you, every time you moved , they can stab you to pieces."

"I even forgot who I am. The evil energy in Qi Lin's body still has to come to me intact... You must have cultivated very smoothly in the past few hundred years." The heart demon sneered.

"But Tiger Mountain was in turmoil that day, and I clearly felt the loosening of the formation. Qi Lin finally woke up... It was also at that time that I realized that only he is the most important of all your obsessions."

Zhong Qing said: "My obsession is also yours."

"You are right, I am you, and you are me. But why do I have to suffer like this, why not you?"

But what's the use of arguing about it.

Recalling the last words of the heart demon before dying, the two smiled in relief.Years of entanglements seem to be meaningless in the face of life and death.In the final analysis, they are all one person after all, and when they are on the verge of death, all love, hatred and attachments become the same words.

Zhongqing is no longer the flawless sword of the past.Years of floating dust had already made him have to admit that the thoughts of inner demons were indeed the magnification of the dark side in his heart.He wanted to save Qi Lin, he wanted to trap him by his side, he wanted all the despicable lips and tongues in the world to disappear...

Black and white are twins, no matter how indifferent he appears on the surface, it is unavoidable.

He is not a fairy, and he is not walking in a ruthless way. He has all the love and resentment that ordinary people have.

And his inner demon also lost his temper during the long besieged life, watched him stretch out his hand calmly, and then strode towards him with surprise and curiosity.

"At this point, it seems pointless to argue with you and me again." Xin Mo sighed, and there was a little frivolous pleasure in his eyes.

"After Luzhao's arrival, Shang Xingyun probably doesn't have much chance of winning. With you and me like this, Qi Lin's demonic energy must have dissipated." He continued, "It's just that I don't know why I can still watch such a long period of past events , Could it be that the ghost messengers from the underworld are lazy and sabotage their work?"

Zhong Qing said, "I don't know."

"Forget it. From the moment I came into the world, I never thought that I would live and die with you. The relationship between the demon and the main body should have been a life-and-death situation."

"You are me, there is nothing to say." Zhong Qing said indifferently.

The demon raised his hand to touch his chest and asked, "Do you mean to reconcile with me?"

"Ah."

The demon raised his head and laughed a few times. At first, there was a bit of hoarseness and sternness, then it gradually became lower and lighter, and finally it was a bit of a muffled hum.

Probably since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for the reconciliation between the demon and the owner.So much so that at this moment, both of them felt extremely absurd.

But Zhong Qing knew that from the moment she stepped into the sword mound and asked her own demon for help, their fate was already doomed.

"Okay." The heart demon said.

His hand sank into Zhongqing's chest, and the arm left outside gradually turned into black air.His entire face became blurred for a moment, scattered into a wisp of black smoke, drifted in the vast white mist, and then sank into Zhongqing's body.

Dantian is hot.Zhong Qing didn't know if the dead hadn't felt the heat or cold, and didn't know if it was just his illusion.

He even felt the surge of his golden core, and a trace of spiritual energy seeped out of it, passing through his whole body's spiritual veins.

The inner demon and his spirit intertwined and collided with each other, and finally merged into one.

It was like a warm current rushing into the spiritual veins, and it traveled to all parts of his body, and something was different.

Zhong Qing felt that his heart was beating violently, but he wondered in his heart that a dead person should not have a heartbeat.

But the organs under the left chest beat so powerfully, one after another, like a rumbling snare drum, one drum after another, bang bang.

The surrounding clouds and mists are getting thicker and thicker, and the place where he can stand is getting smaller and smaller.The white mist covered his eyes, and his vision was full of white flowers.

Zhong felt a chill.

First on his forearm, then on his chest, lower abdomen, and even his chest.

There is a wet feeling on the cheek, a little itchy, as if it is tightly attached by the hair.

An unrealistic thought involuntarily popped up in his mind.

Maybe he's not dead yet...

It seemed that something slipped between his brows, passed his eyelids, fell asleep on his cheek all the way down, hooked on his jawline and refused to leave.

Love to guess, this may be water.

He struggled to move his eyelids, and slowly looked away.Eyelids are still a little heavy, but not unstoppable.

What he thought he saw was still darkness, but the moment he opened his eyes, he clearly saw a puddle of clear water and a person.

Qi Lin sat across from him with no clothes on, lazily leaning against the edge of a rock.

Suddenly a world away.

Zhong Qing didn't know how long it had been outside, but he had walked through almost a hundred years ago, even Qi Lin's face felt a little strange.

He raised his stiff hand tentatively, and slowly moved over while supporting one side of the rock.

Qi Lin heard the sound of splashing water, and opened his eyes suspiciously.In the next second, he was embraced by Zhong Qing.

The warm body temperature of the other party was transmitted to his flesh, and the breathing close at hand showed that this person was not an illusion.

Qi Lin raised his hand in disbelief, and put it on the opponent's back.

"Great."

"sorry."

The two opened their mouths at the same time.

Qi Lin chuckled, and immediately turned around and pressed Zhong Qing back into the water, against the rocks.He straddled Zhong Qing's lap, his eyes fixed on the other's face, as if to confirm his existence.

"I'm sorry it's useless, I don't want to accept it."

He leaned over, sealed Zhong Qing's lips, and took a bite at the corner of his mouth.

"You owe too many debts, I will pay for one first, and pay the rest slowly."