Fengguixu

After dusk, the setting sun is thin.

The high walls are mottled, and the doors are open.

The north wind passed through the hall, tearing the heavy black curtains.The angry thick black bared its teeth and claws, like countless sinister evil spirits, wrapped in a lonely figure.

Feng Yin stood quietly in front of the altar, the black veil covering the altar had been removed, and a yellowed painting hung inside.

The man in the portrait has a face like a crown of jade and a dignified appearance.

A sneer flashed across Feng Yin's cold and narrow eyes.

This was the first time he met his legendary father, on the day Sikong Zhufeng died.He was so calm that he even wanted to laugh.Like his mother, his father is just a highly abstract symbol to him.

For so many years, Sikong Zhufeng has enshrined Yan Qinghe's portrait in the shrine of Yingguizhai. Is he regretting the wrong payment, regretting not being able to kill the heartless person himself, or regretting that life and death will never be separated?Feng Yin didn't know, the only thing Feng Yin was sure of was that she regretted giving birth to him.Because the way she looked at him was always full of contradictions, pain and hatred.A jilted woman is pitiful, and madness is always terrible.When he was young, he often woke up in the middle of the night. Before the sick bed, he could always see her wandering slowly, holding a sword in his hand, and the blade was shining with cold light.The sword hangs high above his head, and it may fall at any time, piercing his throat where he was desperately panting, and ending his hard-working life.

"You shouldn't have come into this world! Why didn't you die? Why couldn't I kill you after ten months of pregnancy? You are a monster, die, die, die!"

The woman's hoarse roar, weeping blood every word, pierced into the memory like a sharp knife, and became a nightmare that he could not get rid of in his life.

Yan Fu hesitated to speak—"The cold poison in your body was brought from the mother's womb, that, when the holy lady was pregnant with you, she may have eaten cold and slightly poisonous things like Pteroptera kansui by mistake, which led to your natural physique Yin and cold, toxins are deposited in the lungs and organs, difficult to decipher, difficult to decipher."

Sikong Zhuichou shook his head and sighed—"Son, you moved to Naihe Palace, with uncle here, Zhuifeng won't beat and scold you again, and uncle will protect you from now on."

Feng Yin still remembered how he returned back then, he asked Sikong to chase revenge: "How long can you protect me?"

Day and night, Feng Yin also asked herself, how long can this broken body last?

kill her.

Only by killing her can he be freed.

—he finally got his wish.

Shrugging her shoulders, Feng Yin smiled softly.

"Tap", some warm liquid dripped on the cold and hard bluestone bricks, rolling dust.

There was a miserable sound of flute in the yard.

Feng Yin stopped laughing, turned her head to listen, and finally sighed after a long time: "You are not dead yet."

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Qin Chenjue sat by the door with his legs bent, his voice weak: "Then I have to ask your mistress, why did she show mercy."

When mentioning Shen Xu, Feng Yin's back seemed to be stiff for a moment: "Since he spared your life, why don't you run for your life?"

Qin Chen spread his hands: "I wanted to leave, but I have nowhere to go."

Feng Yin: "Since you don't leave, then this deity has bad news for you."

Qin Chenjue: "Say."

Feng Yin said concisely: "The saint is dead."

Qin Chen was definitely not surprised: "I know."

Feng Yin: "You know?"

Qin Chenjue said in a deep voice, "His sword is so fast that no one in the world can hide it."

"You sound lifeless, so this deity will be merciful and tell you another piece of good news." Feng Yin turned around, came to him, and knelt down.

The two looked at the plane tree in the courtyard together for a long time.

Qin Chenjue's blood flowed all over the ground, and finally couldn't help it: "Who do you want to boil to death?"

Feng Yin said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, isn't it always so difficult to wait for good news?"

Qin Chenjue rolled his eyes: "What are you waiting for?"

Feng Yin: "Wait until I die."

Qin Chenjue was startled for a moment, and then pulled the corner of his cracked mouth: "It's better not to wait, every time you die since you were young, you can come back to life again. It's like being possessed by ghosts and immortals. It's very hard to die."

His limbs became colder and colder. He raised his eyes to look at the bleak sky: "The sun is almost setting, so kill people early."

Feng Yin scrutinized her fingers: "I don't choose the time to kill, but only my mood."

Qin Chen had a thought: "Then how are you feeling now?"

Feng Yin didn't reply.

The two sycamore leaves in the yard were whirled by the wind, Qin Chen smiled wryly: "Feng Yin, I have never been able to see through you. When I was young, I couldn't figure out why it was wrong for you to put such a comfortable and beautiful waste. What kind of evil art is practicing retrograde meridians, and when I grow up, I can't figure out why you have to change the course and do something about the spring and autumn dream of unifying the rivers and lakes, Feng Yin, you are sick, and you still fall in love with a man sincerely."

Speaking of this, a sharp mockery hangs on his pale face: "Does he know that you won't live long?"

Feng Yin's side face was hidden in the shadow cast by the eaves, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was very light: "He doesn't need to know."

Qin Chen smiled and said, "Could it be that you don't want to tell him until you're dying?"

Feng Yin raised her hand, tapped the acupuncture points near the wound to stop the bleeding, and said half-jokingly: "If I die one day, when you announce the death to the public, remember to make up a decent reason and say that the deity died by accident."

Qin Chenjue raised his slender eyebrows, stared at him for a while, and the intensity in his eyes gradually increased: "Is your body really so bad?" So bad that you have to hide it from the truth, and dare not tell your sweetheart ?

Feng Yin smiled: "For you, this is really great news, isn't it?"

Qin Chen was absolutely skeptical: "The one surnamed Shen..."

Feng Yin: "He has left."

Not only did he dare not tell, but even pushed people away?

Qin Chenjue muttered: "I never thought you'd be an infatuated."

With a sound of "Zeng", Feng Yin pulled out the willow eyebrow sword in his hand, put it on his neck, spread his other hand, and put it under his nose: "Want to die or live, you choose."

Qin Chenjue stared at the bony hand until his eyes ached. Finally he sighed, reached into his boot with one hand, pulled out the token made of fine iron, and placed it gently in the palm of that hand.

Feng Yin received the Supreme Order, weighed it, and withdrew the sword.

In the midst of winter, Tianchi Sacred Sect competed in the Central Plains, unified the rivers and lakes, and all sects from all over the world belonged to them. Only the three sects of Vientiane Qingyun and Jiange closed their mountains and closed their doors to escape from the world.

In order to avenge his master, Shen Xu, an abandoned disciple of the Jiange, killed the holy aunt with his hands, and the holy venerable Feng Yin borrowed a knife to kill people. The soldiers integrated the forces in the sect without bloodshed, and I was the only one who was the only one. After that, he crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and issued three killing orders in a row, saying that he wanted to capture Shen Xu alive to pay the debt in blood , but to no avail.After that, Shen Xu seemed to evaporate from the world, hiding in the rivers and lakes, and disappeared for three years.

In the past three years, the holy religion has expanded rapidly, and it is in full swing. Although it is powerful, it does not bully others and do evil.This is due to the numerous sect rules established by the Holy One to impose constraints on the disciples of the sect. His law enforcement is strict, his methods are ruthless, and his majesty cannot be offended. Therefore, the disciples of the sect are cautious in their actions and dare not easily cross the rules to get angry. remove.There are also old grievances left over between various sects, and the Holy One also dispatched "Stable Envoys" to half-force and half-persuade the rival sects to turn hostile sects into friendship and shake hands to make peace.

All kinds of behaviors are hard to tell right from wrong, and no one can guess what the Holy One is thinking.

For a time, swords and swords disappeared in the rivers and lakes, wicked people dared not do evil, so-called good people could not gain fame by eliminating evil, and enemies were jealous when they met, and there was a peaceful and peaceful scene everywhere.

But that's only on the surface.

Many heroes, Lulin Caomang, are grateful to Dade on the surface, but they beat their chests and feet in private, restraining their hands and feet everywhere, and can't be happy with their grievances. This is a fucking world!

Three years later, various sects had been stagnating for a long time, secretly organized a huge force led by Wanxiang Qingyun, and counterattacked the Baili Monument in Tianchi under the banner of evil not suppressing righteousness.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights. The Holy Cult relied on the overwhelming natural dangers to resist. When they were unable to attack for a long time, a certain Holy Cult leader leaked the secret way of the back mountain, and all sects sent elite disciples from Eagle Eye Lake at the foot of Tianchi Mountain late at night. Swimming and sneaking in, he went straight to Naihe Palace in one breath.

Shengjiao was under the enemy's back and forth, and the holy lord and the left and right protectors brought two hundred dead soldiers to lure the enemy to the top of the mountain to delay time.The Presbyterian Hall was ordered to lead the remaining disciples to break through the siege and rush down Tianchi Mountain.

It was snowing all over the mountain that night.

The blood melted the snow and was trampled into dirty ice.The ice reflects the first ray of cold sun in the morning.

The cold wind howled, making the cloak rattle.

Feng Yin led more than [-] remnant troops, surrounded by layers of swords and swords in the open space in front of the cliff. They were few in number, but each of them was highly skilled in martial arts, and they all showed the aura of breaking the boat when they were in a desperate situation. No one on the other side dared to step forward.

After a stalemate for an unknown number of hours, everyone's shoulders were covered with a layer of snow, and the sweat on their hair was mixed with blood, forming ice balls.

Qin Chenjue received two palms from Abbot Shi Yuan's chest and abdomen, and suffered serious internal injuries, so he had to meditate to heal his injuries.Hao Butong was slashed on the leg by Chu Jinghan, panting like a cow, but his eyes were like hungry wolves, with a faint green light.Cang Ming had numerous small injuries, his blood-stained black clothes were frozen into iron skin, stiff, and there was a rattling sound when he moved. He never stayed three steps away from Feng Yin, and the blade of a wind and snow knife was blunted.

Feng Yin was protected by them, and her eyes slowly swept across the familiar or unfamiliar faces opposite her. There was scrutiny, contempt, and ridicule in her eyes, like looking at flies and ants, except that there was no hatred, but more The snow particles that were wrapped in the cold wind and slapped on everyone's faces were even colder.

——The opponent also suffered heavy losses.

After a fierce battle all night, everyone was in a state of embarrassment and tense. Those who looked at him trembled and retreated back like a tide.

Feng Yin smiled lightly, her chest throbbed, and the corner of her mouth was shaken to bleed.

He didn't take it seriously, wiped off the blood, and plunged the Seizing Sword into the snow with his backhand, his expression seemed tired: "Tell me, what do you want from this deity?"

One person hid in the crowd and shouted: "Devil, is it possible that you think you have the right to bargain when you are about to die? Killing at the neck is..."

With a sound of "chi", everyone heard something passing by through the wind.

Before the man finished speaking, he fell on his back with a thud, screaming and screaming: "Eyes, eyes, my eyes!"

What's wrong with the eyes?

Turning the person over to look, he saw two thin ice ridges sticking out of his eyes, and the blood flowed continuously.

Everyone was amazed that Feng Yin could condense snow into ice with internal force.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Shi Yuan stepped out from the crowd, clasped his hands together, "Phoenix Master, the overall situation is settled now, why do you need to kill more evil?"

Feng Yin hated the bald donkey chanting scriptures the most in his life, and squinted over: "If you promise to let all my subordinates go down the mountain safely, this deity will promise you not to hurt others again."

The leading Taoist was dressed in a Taoist robe, with long eyebrows fluttering in the wind. He was Qingyun Guanchong Yunzi. He held a sword and said coldly: "Master Feng seems to be not very clear about his situation."

They took great pains to encircle and suppress the Demon Cult, how could they let these key figures go?If the devil and his accomplices are not eliminated, it is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. How can we sleep well for the rest of our lives?

"This deity is clear, I'm afraid you are confused." While speaking, Feng Yin leaned over to grab a handful of snow, and a few sharp ice edges appeared out of thin air in his hand, he rolled his eyes rather viciously, "It's snowing heavily today, The ice needles are inexhaustible, and it doesn't take much effort to launch the concealed weapon, let me see, who will be the next unlucky person without eyes?"

Everyone scrambled to squeeze back.

"Unless..." Chong Yunzi immediately made a concession, and pondered, "If Venerable Master Feng can use up all his martial arts, we may consider letting everyone out."

Originally, Chong Yunzi's proposal was based on the assumption that Feng Yin, as a generation of martial arts master, would rather die than give up his martial arts. It would not be too much of a deception for them to push forward, but never expected that Feng Yin would Yin agreed simply and neatly: "Okay, I promise you! Daoist Chongyun is a model of the righteous way. He is a high-ranking man, so he will do what he says, and he will do what he says."

Chong Yunzi couldn't believe it: "You, you are willing to..."

"Your Highness!"

"My lord, absolutely not!"

Cang Ming and Hao Budong made a sound to stop them at the same time.

Qin Chenjue also sarcastically hurt: "Feng Yin, you are looking for your own death..."

"Cang Ming." Feng Yin called out, "Gag Zuo Guardian."

Cang Ming followed suit.

Qin Chenjue: "..."

"Hao Bu Bu." Feng Yin called out again.

Hao Budong: "The subordinate is here."

Feng Yin's order was clear and clear: "Take people down the mountain."

Hao BuTong's eyes were red: "My lord..."

Feng Yin glanced at him.

Hao Budong's slightly curved spine straightened instantly: "Subordinate, subordinate obeys orders."

The disciples of the Holy Cult then helped each other up.

Feng Yin coughed twice, and reminded with a smile: "Reverend Chongyun."

Chong Yunzi's hand holding the sword was tight and tight, and he looked at Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Heaven has the virtue of good life, Amitabha."

The water splashed out by what he said, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes at Chong Yunzi, and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

The crowd spontaneously dispersed to make way for the disciples of the Holy Cult to pass one by one.

In the end, there was only Cang Ming left beside Shengzun.

"You go too." Feng Yin half closed his eyes, his throat felt itchy and the fishy smell burst out, he couldn't hold back his cough.

Cang Ming picked up the Fengxue Knife, turned the handle upside down, and handed it over: "The subordinate's life is given by the Lord. The Lord wanted me to go, so he took my life first, and then threw my body down the mountain."

Feng Yin stared at the knife, knowing that he couldn't hold him back, so she had to compromise in a dumb voice: "Okay, you stay here, and play by ear when the time comes."

After half a stick of incense, Chong Yunzi couldn't wait: "The poor Taoist has released him as promised, when will Lord Feng fulfill his promise?"

There was silence all around.

Feng Yin reckoned according to the footsteps of Hao BuTong and his group, if there is no accident, they have already gone down the mountain by now.Behind him, the heroes were staring at him. He raised his eyes and saw the Cangshan Mountain, covered with silver, and the sky and the earth were white. The hot breath from his mouth condensed into frost, and his eyelashes were bent.Looking down and thinking, this life has come to a dead end, human affairs have been exhausted, destiny has been set early, indulgence, carefree, confusion, pain, prosperity will eventually become empty, just floating clouds.If there are any regrets in this life, only that person has ears.

He concentrated on his palms and said softly: "This is the moment."

As soon as the words fell, he slapped the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest with one palm, and then brushed his dantian with another palm.

The two main acupoints for gathering qi were destroyed, and in an instant, the internal energy poured out like a mighty river, bursting out of its embankment.The majestic zhenqi ran wild out of control, shot out, bulged his robes, rolled up piles of snow, and swirled one after another into a terrifying vortex, enveloping everyone in it.

On the faces, hands and necks of the people, wherever there is no clothing or cloth to cover them, there are shallow bloodstains cut by the fine air blade.

"Amitabha." Even the well-informed Chan Master Shi Yuan was shocked by the scene of the Sangong, and couldn't help admiring him, "I have never seen such a domineering and pure internal force in my life, the Nirvana Divine Art, the first in the world. One. It's a pity, it's a pity."

The world's number one miraculous skill has infinite power when it gathers, and the pain when it is scattered is beyond words.The tyrannical zhenqi was like a sharp knife, wandering in the limbs and bones, stirring up the eight meridians, internal organs and six internal organs, which were unbearably itchy and painful.The severe pain aroused the cold poison that was dormant in the body and was ready to move. Now the bone is cold and hot, it is like rolling naked in the thorn bushes on the ice field, and at the same time being burned by the fire and bitten by thousands of ants.

Feng Yin suffered from the pain of cold poison and retrograde meridians for many years. She had great endurance, and she gritted her teeth to bear it. At last, her consciousness blurred, she staggered for half a step, her teeth loosened, and she shot out a bloody arrow.

Cang Ming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he took a step forward to support him, he wanted to take advantage of the startled people to find a gap to run away, but just as he took a step, a figure flew diagonally down, blocked in front of him, slapped his palm, and hit him shoulders.

This time, by surprise, with a strong palm, Cang Ming was protecting Feng Yin, was thrown out by the shock, fell into the snow, and vomited a mouthful of blood when he turned his head. .

The reason for adding the first word is because the current palace lord Xiao Guan has successfully ascended to the position. Qiu Chaosheng has been notorious since Meiwuling three years ago. Bearing the humiliation and abdicating the position to let the virtuous, he endured the humiliation and waited for three full years, just to avenge his shame today!

Feng Yin was already in a coma from the pain, but after being thrown like this, she regained consciousness, squinted her eyes to see who was coming, her bloodstained lips pulled out a sneer: "Ah, it turns out that it is Old Monster Qiu who specializes in sucking women's yin energy."

"When you are about to die, you still expose the short-term fire, and the dead duck has a hard mouth!" Qiu Chaosheng was so angry that he couldn't help it. For a while, all the unbearable things in the past three years surfaced in his heart, all because of this person.Eyeballs were bloodshot from excitement, he was gearing up, and said darkly, "Chongyun promised to let you live, but I didn't agree."

As the saying goes, the monkeys scatter when the tree falls, and as soon as the words came out, several groups of people jumped out of the crowd, noisy and clamoring, one moment said that we should cut the grass and eradicate the roots to prevent future troubles, and another moment that we should punish the evil and promote the good and uphold the justice. As a result, it is necessary for Vientiane Temple and Qingyun Temple to express their attitudes.

Zen master Shi Yuan was speechless, closing his eyes and reciting scriptures.

Reverend Chongyun stuck Fuchen behind his neck, drooped his eyelids, and pretended to be deaf.

Qiu Chaosheng watched coldly for a while, and he was sure that the two would not help each other if they fought, so he pushed out his palm without any scruples, and slapped Fengyin hard.

The palm wind hits the face, menacing.

Feng Yin didn't move, and Cang Ming didn't have time to move when he wanted to move, but when he heard the sound of "cha", hot blood gushed out, and then there was a sound of "bang", as if something heavy fell to the ground.

That heavy object was Qiu Chaosheng's arm.

The arms were connected to the hands, fell into the snow, rolled a few times, the muscles and bones were cut off by a sword, the incision was neat, and when it was cold, it shrank violently, convulsed and trembled, just like a living thing.

So fast.

Qiu Chaosheng maintained the posture of shooting, his eyes widened a little bit, filled with fear a little bit.That is the instinctive fear of the strong as a human being.

In front of Feng Yin, he did not know when to block a person, with white clothes and black hair, as cold as frost.