I overturned the car after being scumbag

Jiang Yuanhan followed Li Chengshuang back to the Xuanjian Sect's residence in Miaoyun Mountain.

What the little master uncle did was one for cooperation and the other for surveillance. Although he had reached a contract with Jiang Yuanhan, he couldn't fully trust him after all.But Jiang Yuanhan's goal has always been clear, and that is to practice.

"Yu Xin Tan Qing" is quite a test of Dao Xin. If he can't successfully obtain the love, hatred, anger and ignorance of his junior uncle, he may be trapped here, unable to achieve results, break through the realm, or even go back to repair the body.In the final analysis, although he is arrogant and indulgent, there are reasons why he cannot retreat when he is here.

The two of them walked in the early morning, and their escaping techniques were outstanding, and within half an hour, they saw the mountain gate of the Xuanjian Sect from the vast brilliance.

The sky is bright, and there are hundreds of sword marks on the sword climbing stone.A osmanthus tree was planted on the side, and the fragrance lingered, but it suddenly disappeared when it approached, without a trace.

Jiang Yuanhan took a closer look and saw the intertwined sword marks on the climbing sword stone. Even after thousands of years, the unparalleled sword repairing spirit and indomitable sharpness on it are still as new.

He looked at it for a while, pointed to one of them and asked, "Is this the Pihan Sword?"

Li Chengshuang was silent for a moment, and replied: "Yes."

"The demon energy is mighty. You must not have used it."

The little master uncle seemed to be reminded of some kind of memory, but he didn't answer.

Even if he didn't answer, Jiang Yuanhan knew that it was not easy to subdue this magic sword. It's hard to count how many lives of talented heroes were lost and how many blood of righteous seniors were thirsty.

He looked away, looked at the several sword marks on the side, and smiled silently, but his eyes gradually became as cold as ice: "The head of the Illusion Sword Sect, the great elder of the Illusion Sword Sect, the master of the Wushuang Jiange Pavilion, and the Huanhua Sect The Taishang enshrines the Blood-drinking Sword, the Golden Jade Sword, the Remnant Cloud Sword, the Great Snow Sword... You are a sword-climbing stone, but you are good at dancing with long sleeves, and you can attract heroes from all over the world."

Li Chengshuang heard the sarcasm, stroked the scabbard and said, "You know so many seniors?"

"Know?" Jiang Yuanhan seemed to find it funny, "I have fought against them all before."

To be precise, he was chased and killed by these people, and he also severely injured them.His reputation is in ruins, his ferocity can stop a child from crying at night, and he knows everywhere in the land of China, making people so frightened that they can't fall asleep.

The little uncle had fought with him and made a contract with him, so he naturally knew Jiang Yuanhan's current strength, so he didn't believe it.

Jiang Yuanhan did often tell such weird jokes, no matter whether the other party trusted him or not, he would not take it to heart.The moment he looked away, he suddenly touched another sword mark on the climbing stone. He stared at it for a moment, then looked silently, then looked away without saying anything.

Li Chengshuang, who was looking at him, noticed it instead, and explained: "That is the sword energy of the Penglai Immortal Venerable 500 years ago."

Although Miaoyun Mountain is currently protected by the Xuanjian Sect, thousands of years ago, it belonged to a fairy sect named Penglai Sect.Its name is like thunder, and few monks don't know it.And it is precisely because a sword mark of the Penglai Immortal Venerable fell on this stone, that there is gradually a climbing stone of "the famous sword leaves its shadow, and it can be cultivated through the ages".

Jiang Yuanhan turned his head and glanced at him, then said coldly, "Talk too much."

He is extremely fickle, moody, often unpredictable.After he finished saying this, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, as if he was suppressing his emotions, and then smiled slowly: "Little uncle was silent all the way, I thought it was someone who didn't suppress others. A mute who can't speak."

Li Chengshuang suddenly heard him mentioning his recklessness, his eyes moved slightly, but he let him take advantage of him and did not speak.

He is indeed extremely glorious, and he rarely has verbal disputes with Jiang Yuanhan.But the more tolerant he is, the more pure he is like the wind, the more Jiang Yuanhan wants to peel off his skin to take a closer look, to see if the beating heart in his chest is also red under this breezy appearance. Transparent and bright.

The little lunatic patted his forehead, put back his wildly dancing thoughts, and entered the Xuanjian sect with Li Chengshuang.

There are not many monks in the resident, and there are occasional disciples who pass by, stop and salute, and call out "Little Master Uncle" respectfully.Or when female nuns or teenagers meet, they will stay longer.

Jiang Yuanhan was wearing a mask, which was given to him by Li Chengshuang.A gentleman will not destroy things without compensation.

The two traveled all the way to the hinterland of the Xuanjian Sect.The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus is lingering in the incense burner, and there is a statue of the founder of Xuanjian School on the lobby.After Li Chengshuang finished the incense, he turned to look at Jiang Yuanhan who was beside him.

It happened that Jiang Yuanhan also looked up at him.

"Where do I live?" he asked.

"with me."

Jiang Yuanhan froze for a moment, he didn't take off the mask, those dark and lazy eyes suddenly lit up, like eagles darting across the wild in a moonlit night, reminding people of some distant and boundless things.

But he is close at hand.

"Is this inviting a strange man to share the bed with you?" Jiang Yuanhan asked.

"If you have any changes that endanger the common people." Li Chengshuang held the Pihan sword, as if he hadn't heard the teasing, his eyes were dark, "I will kill you immediately."

"Even if you break the contract?"

"Even if you break the contract."

Jiang Yuanhan was not angry, he was like a cat with a soft spine, lazily leaning on the back of the chair, looking at the side face of the little uncle, he smiled with satisfaction.

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In the following dozens of days, this uninvited guest did exactly what he said, either escorting the people to transfer, killing the demon soldiers and demon mothers, or sleeping in some hard-to-find corners.

Because he was brought here by the little uncle himself, and he performed very well in the process of protecting the people of Miaoyun Mountain and transferred, which attracted the attention of many Xuanjian disciples, but they often found nothing when they searched for this person. When I looked back inadvertently, I could see a young man wearing a black and white mask sitting on the corpse of the demon soldier, cutting out the crystal in the heart from their ugly corpse.

The spar was shining in the light, as beautiful as pearls and jade, and the blood flowed down his white fingers like red plums.

When Li Chengshuang put away his sword to look for him, he often saw such scenes.He stared at the half-black and half-white mask, staring at the blood splattered on it.He couldn't help but think of the other person's face under the mask - amidst the soul-stirring beauty, there was a pair of devilish eyes, arrogant and violent, as sharp as a bloodstained bow and knife.

This blood-stained blade seemed to be held in his palm at the moment, but Li Chengshuang knew better than ever that taming was a two-way street, and perhaps he was also in his hands.

Until one evening.

The last batch of monster soldiers were also cleaned up, and Jiang Yuanhan put the cleaned scarlet short blade in his mouth, and stretched out his hand to bandage the wound that was accidentally cut just now.

He has always disregarded any interests in fighting, and he doesn't count gains and losses. When he was in a frenzy, he didn't have the time to care about these things, so he fell into the siege and suffered some injuries.

Just as he was sitting beside him, silently treating the wound, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and he suddenly heard a short scream.

The scream came too fast and disappeared very quickly.Jiang Yuanhan stopped with his bandaged hands and looked in a distant direction.

Afterwards, several tearing sounds also exploded in my ears.The more he listened, the more clearly he could hear every tiny sound.

He heard crying.It's very low, it's for girls.She said "Please" and "Don't come over", but the crying gradually became too loud, and Jiang Yuanhan gradually couldn't hear what she was saying.

Jiang Yuanhan continued to bandage his frozen hands. He restrained his eyes, thinking "what does it have to do with me", but he collected every sound clearly in his mind, and displayed all the pictures Every detail is revealed.He pinched a section of the bandage, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, which was more tormented than the will to fight.

This kind of fire scorched him continuously, making it impossible for him to hold a foot of thin cloth with the hand holding the short blade.Jiang Yuanhan felt uncomfortable and found it difficult to breathe, he was almost on pins and needles for this kind of suffering.At this moment, the smiling face on the little fox's face could no longer be displayed, and he even had to spend some effort to maintain calm.

Another half-moment passed.Jiang Yuanhan couldn't hold back the raging fire at all, he took the short blade from his mouth, brushed the carvings on the back of the blade caressingly with his fingertips, and muttered softly: "Just this time, just this time, there will be no next time ..."

But there must be a next time, he knew in his heart.

In the next moment, his figure swiftly passed by like the wind, startling the trembling of autumn leaves all over the tree, and falling like rain.

The sharpness of the battle was like lightning, and it burst in front of my eyes.Jiang Yuanhan blocked the blade sharply, snatched a light body from the opponent's hand with a twist of his wrist, and put the female disciple who was only able to build a foundation on the ground before looking up.

Is an evil cultivator.

The other party's body was filled with devilish energy, which was still the kind of mutated and out-of-control devilish energy. The man was strangely shaped, holding a child in his arms with one hand, only the jasper belt around his waist was dazzling, engraved with "" Hexian" word.

Hehe Erxian.There are two people in total, they are a pair of evil cultivators who used this name to make their fortunes. One of them looks like a child, lying in the arms of his partner.Notorious, but no matter how notorious, it is also ranked behind him.

But he remembered that both of them had cultivation bases in the late Yuanying period.

Jiang Yuanhan licked his lips, he didn't think about whether he could beat him, nor did he think about whether this human body could bear it.He twirled the short blade in his hand, and the vigorous fighting spirit swirled in his mind, heating up every bone and joint in him.

All must die.Jiang Yuanhan gritted his teeth, thinking silently in his heart, he must die for me.

The child in the other party's arms showed half of his face, and his dark eyes were staring at Jiang Yuanhan, as if he didn't know that besides the Xuanjian sect, there were such people in Miaoyun Mountain.But the child was not worried, but smiled.

This smile lasted only half an hour.

Because his head only lasted for half a quarter of an hour.

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In the short period of time that followed, Gu Wenyu experienced the most thrilling and bizarre things in his life.

She stared blankly at the splattered blood, at the phantom of the majestic blooming technique.Her tears dried up on her cheeks, and she forgot to wipe them off, just like that person didn't wipe off the bright red on the mask.

She was completely stunned, unable to make even the slightest reaction.It turned out that the fear of meeting the two Immortals of Hehe still remained in my mind, but this fear has completely disappeared, leaving only endless emptiness.But she fixed her eyes on the young man in the Taoist robe of the Xuanjian Sect, and saw the scarlet short blade in his hand spread out tentacles and take root in his blood.

Gu Wenyu wanted to shout, but no sound came out of her throat. She was completely attracted by the tragic and gorgeous battle in front of her, and she couldn't even cry.

For a moment, she even suspected that she had encountered some kind of hallucination, which was her last dream before she died.That person was covered in wounds, one against two, even the opponent's cultivation level was higher than his.Those trickles of blood gathered into streams and fell on every part of the Taoist robe, not like bright red knife wounds, but more like wild roses falling out of thin air.

This is the most bizarre and magnificent comparison Gu Wenyu can think of.

The heads of the Hehe Immortals fell to the ground one by one.Jiang Yuanhan's back fell on the ground and walked towards her.

Gu Wenyu held her breath, seeing the half black and half white mask approaching in front of her eyes, she looked at the pair of ice-like and fire-like pupils.

She recovered her voice: "...Thank you, thank you..."

The mask didn't move, and the other party seemed very irritable: "Who told you to thank me!"

Gu Wenyu was stunned for a moment.She was about to cry at a loss, she was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.But at this moment, the other party suddenly stretched out his hand in thought, and stroked her hair, as if to comfort her.

The movements were gentle, but her whole body was stiff, as if a sword struck, silently, piercing through her heart.

Jiang Yuanhan withdrew his hand.

He squeezed a mouthful of blood in his throat, the heat of his body had not faded, he had already mobilized his internal breath, and felt tired to breathe, he stood up and wanted to leave, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell down without any strength left.

But he didn't fall to the ground, but fell to a warm place, like an embrace.

There is a faint, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in the arms.Jiang Yuanhan looked up with difficulty, only to see an inch of light yellow dangling slightly on the scabbard of Pihan Sword, like an inch of spring in heavy snow.

He was finally relieved, buried in the other party's arms, smiled lowly, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Little waste uncle."

Li Chengshuang frowned.He stretched out his sleeves, and pressed the other person's pulse with his palms. After a long silence, he finally said, "I'm late."

"You can't be late, I'm in so much pain, I can't beat it." Jiang Yuanhan said, "I'm going to die."

"will not."

"In case of death..."

"will not."

"But……"

"No!" He was furious like never before, "Shut up!"

The little fox took a look at him and felt that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength to laugh, so he could only close his eyes and fall into the opponent's arms, not wanting to move.

At least he is a gentleman.Jiang Yuanhan thought endlessly, little master, kind people will suffer.

His thoughts gradually sank, and his consciousness fell into darkness.Only the rolling wind passes through the dense forest, sweeping down the dead leaves, surrounded by dark clouds, and thunderstorms are about to go.

In this extreme dullness, Gu Wenyu, who was sitting down, looked at the little uncle, and she looked at Li Chengshuang's expression. Under the dark clouds, it was difficult to distinguish his expression. Those eyes were quiet, but they were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. His heart was full of turmoil, unable to calm down, and there was even a faint anger.

The little uncle bowed his head and gave her some instructions, and then left with the masked young man.For some reason, Gu Wenyu suddenly felt without any reason that she seemed...to have no hope.