Bone

The old pain has not dissipated, and there is a new pain.

The long sword on the hilt was filled with chill, and the cold sword body was like gusts of cold wind whirling around. It was hard to tell the direction it was blowing from, but it would always land on him in the end.

Under the severe pain, everything seemed to be slowed down, and the sound of the sword cutting through the flesh could be clearly heard, and the crisp sound of the blade hitting the bone—I don’t know how long it has passed, I don’t know this The scene was repeated several times. Qin Nianjiu was soaked in blood as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood. He was "killed" so that his mind was in chaos. Swinging the sword for useless resistance - only the defocused pupils hung on the man in Tsing Yi.

There was shock, anger, and sorrow in his heart... He couldn't tell which emotion had the upper hand. He looked at the "Talking Fengyue" who was slashing at him with a sword in the crowd, and a thousand thoughts ran through his head. The mist pierced his nerves like needles.

——Yes, why did he never think that Tan Fengyue would be among the sect members who besieged and killed him?

... He died 67 years ago, and Tan Fengyue lost his memory 52 years ago, 15 years in between, isn't it? ...Obviously that patriarch Fengyue, who doesn't remember his past, was obviously a member of the sect, wasn't he?

——But here he is, he was a villain and a villain during his lifetime, and he was besieged and killed by the Zongmen, and it was only reasonable...

Why did he feel so heartbroken?

The pain surged up from the bottom of his heart, poured into his eyes, climbed up to the heavenly spirit, and tore his sanity into pieces, leaving only a piece of empty pain.

——Is this just a fantasy dream created by Dark Nightmare to deceive him, or is it a reappearance of the past?

He didn't know, and couldn't tell the difference, he just looked at "Tan Fengyue" with blank eyes, and murmured all over the place in a puzzled manner, "...you... are here too...?"

Of course, "Talking about Fengyue" would not answer him, and just swung his sword at him with a cold face, piercing his heart and cracking his bones.

……

Once again, he was impaled through the body by a hundred long swords, and the pain climbed up layer by layer, burning the violent violence in his heart. Qin Nian stared at the "Talking about Fengyue" for a long time, and was finally overwhelmed by a burst of anger that came from nowhere. Captured the heart and soul, defeated the reason.

——Why can't you just give him a happy one?

——Why did he have to suffer this piercing pain?

--why……

The resentment that originally existed in his body had obviously dissipated nowhere, but there was another extremely thick and extremely thick black energy slowly escaping from his body.

The pain is still there.Surrounded by black air, his eyes were scarlet, and he slashed at "Tan Fengyue" fiercely with his sword, and the voice of hatred broke through his throat uncontrollably, "Why are you here too?!"

……

……

In the deep darkness, there seemed to be thousands of voices rushing into Tan Fengyue's ears:

——Some have ethereal spirits, like fairy voices: "Don't go! Don't go again! If you let Tianjun find out, you will be punished!"

——Some lacked confidence, and seemed to avoid him: "This, uh, is indeed what we saw with our own eyes...then who knows?"

——Some voices are flat, without ripples or ripples: "There is no such person in Yin Sicha."

——Some seem to be coercive: "Neglecting duty, going down to earth without permission, trespassing in the underworld... As an immortal, but only caressing about wandering in the three realms! Welcome to the spirit wind, can you plead guilty?"

……

Deep black and scattered.

Open your eyes, the sky is endless, the white clouds may roll or relax, and the breeze is gentle.

Turning the head, the mountains and forests are boundless, the greenery is rustling, and the birds are singing.

It seems that he should be in a big city, but the roads are clear but there are no cars and horses going straight, and the houses seem to be but no human voices can be heard--the various voices are still lingering in his ears, Tan Fengyue looks at This couldn't be more ordinary scene in the world, slightly stupefied: ...is this the deep nightmare?

He had heard about the dangers of the Deep Nightmare, and the moment he was swallowed by that deep darkness, he raised his heart and made preparations, but...why did he see such a market scene?

...Where did that ghost go?

Qin Nianjiu, who was always by his side, had disappeared, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world. The wind was rustling, and he walked through the deserted streets.

After repeatedly confirming that the situation here has nothing to do with the word "dangerous", Tan Fengyue frowned slightly in doubt, and wanted to raise her hand to make a trick, trying to find a way to lead him out of the nightmare, but found that the original The silver fan tightly held in the palm turned into a long sword at some point, with a hilt shaped like a bamboo joint, and a light green glazed pendant in the shape of a bamboo leaf hanging from it.

The sword pendant was said to be in the shape of a bamboo leaf, but it was made in a perfunctory manner, and the leaf patterns on it were also carved very casually, not at all more delicate than the little glass flower on the shelf of the white-clothed man—Tan Fengyue looked down at the A sword pendant, recalling the phrase Gong Buwang said in his dream, "When I become more skilled in my skills, I will make a sword pendant for each of you"...

... So he also has a share?

Yes, not surprising.He and the white-clothed man grew up together since childhood, although they don't belong to the same sect, they are also close, Gong didn't care about the white-clothed man's intentions, and gave him a sword pendant as a perfunctory gift, which made sense.

——In this way, this situation and this scene should be the scene in his forgotten past?

He no longer wants to think about the "previous past", but this "previous past" can always come to him by himself... He rubbed his forehead with a slight headache, put his sword back into its sheath, and began to think calmly.

The situation changed rapidly, he was indeed swallowed by the deep darkness, and since he didn't wake up from the dream, then this place should also be his nightmare.

Then in the endless darkness, he seemed to hear many human voices——

I had already guessed that he was a traitor to the immortals, so I was not surprised to hear words such as "Tianjun", "Xiaxia", "Yinsi" and so on. I just put my hands on my chin and murmured a few words, "Tianjun will punish... ... dereliction of duty?"

It is not difficult to deduce from the sound of that sentence that he is looking for people from all walks of life... Is it because of this that he was sentenced to go down to earth?

And it seems that the voice called him "Welcome to the Lingfengshi", is that his name?Or his fairy title?

He lowered his eyes and pondered, and his eyes fell on the weeds at the base of the wall. Before he could figure out some feelings from this bizarre reason, he saw that the weeds seemed to be longer than before. a little.

... Was he mistaken?

No, it's not.Not only the weeds at the base of the wall, but also the shade under the old trees around me seemed to have expanded a few inches. Looking back, I saw that the green forest just now had been dyed autumnal yellow.

- Time is changing!

how come? !He was slightly startled, and pulled out the long sword without thinking, but nothing dangerous happened, only a sense of powerless fatigue suddenly hit his heart, which made him stagger weakly, teaching He unconsciously raised his hand to press his heart.

It seemed that he was restrained by the indescribable sense of powerlessness, pinning him in place, forcing him to stare blankly at the ever-changing scenery in front of him, spring rain, summer flowers, autumn leaves, winter snow...

The sky has always been so bright, and the clouds are rolling and slowly relaxing, but the four seasons are constantly changing in front of his eyes. Sometimes it is fast and fast, and sometimes it is slow and slow, gradually taking away his perception of time.

—How long has it been?

- I don't know.

Raising his hand, skin wrinkles slowly formed on his hand, and in a blink of an eye, the distant scenery gradually blurred——

—is he growing old?

Yes.The black hair that fell on his back gradually grew and turned white, and his body hunched up uncontrollably until he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

——"Dangling".

A crisp sound seemed to wake him up, and it also woke up this scene.

The four seasons retreated suddenly.

As if in the blink of an eye, the white hair faded back to thick black, the wrinkles on his hands were gradually smoothed out, the distant scenery became clear again, and the powerlessness in his heart quickly receded—he regained his straight waist back, and regained his sobriety.

Still leaning against the wall with some weakness, panting lightly for a moment, finally holding her breath, Tan Fengyue frowned, and picked up the long sword that had fallen to the ground.

... Although he doesn't know why the nightmare conjures up this scene for him, he can't sit still and wait for death.

——More importantly, where is the ghost that lost him now, and has he encountered any danger... Could it be also in this strange world?

Thinking of this, his hand holding the sword tightened. He glanced at the deserted street from a distance, and hurried to find it.

Behind him, the weeds at the base of the wall grew violently again.

……

—How long has it been?

I don't know.

—How far has it traveled?

I don't know.

——How many rounds has the change of seasons gone back?

I don't know.

——Where is Qin Nianjiu?

I don't know.

——Is he alone in this world?

Like so.

——Why is this happening?

I don't know.

……

In this autumn, winter, spring and summer, there is no one in the vast world, the spells are useless, the spells are useless, no one talks to him, no one keeps him company, it seems that he is the only one.A head of black hair turned into white hair, and the white hair turned into blue hair. He walked around, but he couldn't find that person.

The more I walked, the more anxious I became. I didn't know why the nightmare was such a scene; The familiar feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness tightly threatened him, making him both annoyed and puzzled, and gradually turned into numbness.

... Look for it, then look for it.

Since I can't get out, since I don't know whether the ghost is safe or not, whether it is really in this illusion...

Then look for it.

……

……

——"Why are you here too?!"

A bloody hatred rushed out of his throat, Qin Nianjiu, who had lost his sanity, was filled with black energy, his eyes seemed to be burned red, he raised his sword and slashed at "Talking Fengyue", but the blade lightly Passing through "Tan Fengyue", it seemed as if passing through a cloud of mist, it couldn't hurt him at all.

Watching the scene reset again, Qin Nianjiu could cry blood in his eyes, and the hatred in his heart was even worse. Black energy burst out from his body, spread all over the sky, and shook the entire Nightmare Realm for a moment.

——It was only for a moment.

The crack closed in a blink of an eye, and the sect members who had doubled several times and the "Talking Fengyue" gathered together again.

In a certain corner that he failed to notice, the black air gushing out of his body hastily separated into a small stream, and quickly seeped through the invisible barrier at the edge of the nightmare as if consciously.

……

……

Suddenly, the sky and the earth shook, and the ever-changing four seasons seemed to stand still for a moment. Although it was only a short moment, Tan Fengyue keenly caught it in his eyes.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the source of the vibration, only to see a black light flying towards him at a speed that was hard for his sight to follow.

Before he raised his sword to guard against it, the black light had already approached him, and stopped in the air hastily.

——It was the pair of eyeballs that became "attached".

Amidst the black air, the two pupils were looking straight at him—but they didn't meet his gaze, but hung slightly on his chest.

Tan Fengyue didn't bother to discern where it was looking.When he saw clearly that it was these pair of eyes, he was filled with anxiety as if detonated in a flash, which made him completely lose his composure.

——This eyeball has now belonged to that ghost, how could it appear alone?

——What happened to the ghost? !

Without caring too much, he grabbed the eyeballs floating in the air, "Where did you come from, take me there!"