My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

It was raining heavily that day, and the old Taoist fell down and twisted his foot because of the slippery road. Nan Xiaohui helped him into the town, and found a nearby restaurant to rest, thinking about when the rain would stop, so that he could plan the next step Whether to continue on the road or rest overnight on the spot.

They sat by the window on the second floor, drinking to warm up, and after a while, they saw people in the street in chaos, screaming one after another, and then a shocking Lingbo passed through the streets and alleys, and drew a line in the sky Sharp marks.

This spiritual wave is filled with resentment that has been silent for a long time, like a resentful ghost who has been hiding in the darkness for thousands of years, and suddenly descended to the world to promote himself. When the old Taoist smelled this spiritual breath, his expression changed suddenly. Nan Xiaohui caught it There was a trace of worry and anxiety on his face.

The old Taoist wandering in clouds and wild cranes, wandering and encountering countless things in his life, he has long practiced the kung fu of not changing his face when a mountain collapses in front of him. This time, his face is solemn. Nan Xiao looked back, and for the first time, his heart beat tense. He felt that something was wrong. .

There are hundreds of corpses lying on the steps of the temple, blood and rain are slowly flowing along the stone steps, and the main hall above it, which was once hailed as a solution to the confusion of life, collapsed, and the purple and cloudy smoke turned into a falling stone. defeat.

Yan Zhou stood in front of a pile of wreckage, with his back facing Zhaoning Street, surrounded by his evil tool that was shining with rust red light.

"There were monks' corpses on the steps, and there was a girl crying on top of a person at the bottom." At that time, the temple was covered in blood, and fear spread out from this point. Don't care about the crying girl.

Nan Xiaohui wanted to hug the girl, but was held back by the old Taoist because the person standing on the temple turned around.

"We saw his face, and saw him turn the ruined temple into a more desolate and desolate scorched earth with a wave of his hand; the corpses on the steps disappeared, and black and blue stone tablets grew from it, turning the place from the Holy Land turned into hell."

In the place shrouded by Buddha's light, countless stone tablets of evil spirits were born.

Xue Huan was so shocked that every strand of his hair was furious, but his face remained calm, and his eyes had already withdrawn from Nan Xiaohui. It seemed that he was struggling to reflect on whether he should bring him back to Nanyu. On the surface, he both blamed himself and felt unbelievable.

He was angry with Yan Zhou, especially after he thought that this person would not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and heard that he had bloodbathed a temple in Zhaoning, he filtered all the possibilities for Yan Zhou into those for him. Impossible, thinking that he will not kill people, thinking that he will not treat other people's lives as ants, thinking that he is not bad in nature to show favor to himself, thinking that his restraint is because he may want to change his ways...

Thought he could be a friend.

But I always feel that I have been deceived.

Yan Zhou just didn't tell anyone what he had done. No one would tell others about the bad things he did. Xue Huan could only feel annoyed. It was his own negligence, so how could he blindly shirk responsibility.

Since the matter had opened a hole, Nan Xiaohui simply tore the hole wider.

"Master doubts his spiritual law. Righteousness has righteousness, and evil has evilness. Master said that his evilness is more evil than righteousness. That's why Master decided to ring the bell of the Heavenly Palace. He felt that evil has come, and the world is about to fall. .”

"Before this, when we traveled to other places, we also encountered ghosts that harmed the people. Most of the masters were able to deal with them. It's just that the master saw the strange ways of those ghosts, and my heart was full of confusion until I saw them in Zhaoning—" Yan Zhou.

Nan Xiaohui said: "At the Taoist temple of Lifeng Fairy Trail, the master lit a piece of iris incense dug out of the soil, and saw the afterimage of an unknown year and month. After that, all I heard about Yin and Yang were Master told me, but he kept many things from me and didn't tell me."

Most of the time, the old Taoist expressed his concern for Nan Xiaohui with unscrupulous jokes. He treated Nan Xiaohui like a child who couldn't grow up, and always told him that children can't know too many things. Only those who are confused can live safely.He always said that he wanted to leave Nan Xiaohui in a small town with a lot of enthusiasm and people, saying that he had nothing to do and that he deserved to live his life as an ordinary person.

He was very angry at that time, but later he didn't take it seriously after hearing too much. Later, Nan Xiaohui suffered from a serious illness. After he narrowly escaped death, he suddenly understood a lot of truths, and he also understood that every barbed word his master said protect him.

Now he stares at him, Nan Xiaohui is not easy, he is still burdened with the important task of rebuilding that unknown sect, even though he has no clue now.

At this moment, Xue Huan, who hadn't said a word, secretly made up some things in his heart.He said to Nan Xiaohui: "By the way, can Tiangong Bell be given to me?"

"Yes." He stood up, ran into the house to fetch the Tiangong bell, and handed it to Xue Huan.

This bell can't be smelled by gods, so it's useless to keep it for yourself.

Xue Huan looked at it in his hand, then raised his hand: "Thanks, let's go back to the room early to rest."

"Wait." Nan Xiaohui shouted, "There is one more thing I have to tell you."

"You may not know that the closure of the heavenly mulberry pool may have something to do with the slaughter of the gods 300 years ago. Because in that battle of the gods, a god died."

"What?" Xue Huan tightened his grip on the Tiangong bell in his hand.

How can the immortal body of a god die?

"The fragments of the gods are left in the world and used by unruly people or evil spirits, and the consequences are unimaginable."

Obviously the cold moon blowing cold air drowned out Nan Xiaohui's voice, the night was cool and windy, Nan Xiaohui went into the house and closed the door, shutting out a scene of stars.

The people on the steps dispersed, and the cold fragrance of wild flowers covered the final temperature.

At this time, a butterfly with dead leaves hidden on the wooden pillar flew up, fluttering its wings, and changed its color for a while, its wings shone with golden light, and flew away after a while.

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At this night, Yan Zhou came late to a shady and cool river.

This place is a desolate valley, surrounded by hundreds of miles of desolation, there is a meandering river in the valley, which is not wide, and a row of dead trees without leaves grows on both sides of the river. The bare branches are like the skinny hands of an old man. Extending to a distant hillside.

The same is true for the middle and lower reaches of the river, but the difference is that there are ink-colored lanterns floating on the surface of the middle and lower reaches of the river, and the lights are on, dyed with a little carmine.

When Yan Zhou came over, the man noticed it, he turned around, took a deep look at him, and said, "Jiang Farewell."

This man was the one who appeared in the oleander grove during the day. Under the moonlight, the white clothes he wore were covered with a layer of hazy moonlight, which complimented the soft face of the man.

For such a man with a tall and straight figure and a gentle temperament, Yan Zhou didn't have a good face, and said in a stiff tone: "I think you don't have a long memory, you are not allowed to call this name again!"

The man dodged his eyes in fear, and then said without regret: "You have been away from me for a long time this time, I miss you very much, Jiang Bie."

After these two words disappeared between the man's lips, his neck was immediately grabbed by Yan Zhou.

Yan Zhou didn't hold back any strength, veins protruded on the back of his hands, his eyes were cold, full of murderous intent, and he seemed to strangle the man to death on the spot.

"Have you been to Nanyu today?" Yan Zhou asked.

The little wolf cub that suddenly appeared was a man's pet, with white hair, Yan Zhou was very familiar with it.

The man was so pinched that he couldn't breathe, his eyes were watery, he didn't resist, picked up the gap and said: "You are very close to him."

Yan Zhou suddenly let go of his neck and snorted.

The man looked at Yan Zhou's hand that could have strangled him with just a little more force, and said, "Did he bring you the thing in your hand?" Although he was puzzled, the man was prepared that he would not get an answer.

With his back turned to him, Yan Zhou was silent for a long while, the moon frost shone into his eyes, bitingly cold, like a corpse without temperature.

"You are very disobedient, Xier."

He faintly uttered these words, which was much more useful than directly picking his neck like just now. Xier put away his nostalgic eyes, lowered his head with half fear, "Yes... I'm sorry, brother."

After a long time, Yan Zhou turned around again, with the same unwavering voice, and said, "It's not your turn to ask about my affairs. If you don't want to stay here, you can leave at any time. My request has been told to you long ago. , I can't stand you a few times."

"sorry."

Yan Zhou waved his hand and said, "Stay here obediently. If I see you again where I shouldn't be, I will kill you."

"I won't, as long as you come back." Xi Er couldn't help taking a step forward, he was a little taller than Yan Zhou, but his tone was unreasonably weak and incompetent. "My face always hurts badly, and I won't be able to bear it if I can't see you."

What he said was aggrieved and flattering, but it still couldn't get Yan Zhou to move his fingers for him.

Yan Zhou didn't miss him, so he left him behind and left without looking back.