Master is dedicated to playing the villain

you're going crazy

In the dark space, Qiu Wanxuan sat cross-legged. He glanced at the chains on his wrists, then looked up at the huge beheading ax hanging in mid-air less than five feet above his head, and sighed slightly.

Seeing his appearance, Mo Ling sighed, "Who told you not to run away?"

Qiu Wanxuan was silent. It's not that he couldn't escape, but he overestimated Bai Xuan and underestimated the importance of Sword Master to Xia Churan.

Xia Churan's connivance before made him too self-righteous, so he chose to stay because he was worried about the other party after the prison robbery.

Now it seems that in Xia Churan's eyes, the only difference between him and others is that the other party will not do it himself, but chooses to let him fend for himself.

But even so, he was still worried.

Without his obstruction, would Xia Churan go to the sect to ask for his pledge in person?

Based on Xia Churan's current appearance, the answer is yes.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he made up his mind, closed his eyes and connected to Xia Churan's sea of ​​consciousness——

The situation was worse than he imagined.

The turbulent waves that had been suppressed before were beating the reefs on the shore recklessly, and the sky was densely covered with lightning and thunder. Even because the lightning was too dense, the dark night sky was extremely bright, and the deafening thunder, accompanied by howling wind and rain, almost made autumn When Wan Xuan just entered, her body shook and she could hardly stand still.

On the coast that has been submerged by the sea, there is only a nine-story pagoda that reaches the sky. The tower is illuminated by lightning, but the original white jade wall has turned black at this moment, as if carved from black glass.

Qiu Wanxuan didn't see Xia Churan, but heard a faint sob.

He looked around, finally locked on to the seventh floor of the tower, and jumped up.

In the tower building, Qiu Wanxuan stepped through a door and saw a blue child sitting on a hill made of scrolls, holding a jade slip while wiping tears with the back of his small hand.

As soon as the tears were wiped away, big drops fell again, dripping on the jade slips.

Qiu Wanxuan knew that this was a strange fire.

Sensing the person coming, the child raised his head, blinked his big eyes, sniffled his nose, looked Qiu Wanxuan up and down, and said, "You are... oh, are you the master who taught master the exercises?"

Although Qiu Wanxuan had visited many times, Xia Churan called him every time, and would shield Qingluan during his practice, so they hadn't met each other in the Sea of ​​Consciousness yet.

He nodded, then shook his head, "I'm not his master."

Xia Churan has already been expelled from the school by him, and the "Mo Ling" he pretended to be is just Xia Churan's "senior".

Qingluan snorted, and said in a low voice: "Actually, it's just a title, the master just cares too much." After speaking, she wiped her tears again.

Qiu Wanxuan was puzzled, "What are you crying for?"

Qingluan sobbed a bit, "Master asked me to read all the exercises and records related to the spirit, but..." the child looked up at the vast and endless tome, and cried out: "There are too many , Qingluan will never finish watching."

"Why did Qingluan swallow so many books, woo woo woo—"

Qiu Wanxuan was stunned for a moment, seeing the child's eyes were red from crying, she couldn't help but softened for a moment, she stepped forward and said: "Why did I let you watch this?" After all, the scope is too broad, as long as it is related to the soul, it is indeed massive Books, no wonder Qingluan wants to cry.

Qingluan gasped twice, "Master said, if you know more, maybe you can find another way..." Speaking of this child, he paused, blinked and looked at Qiu Wanxuan, "Can I tell you?"

Not to mention Qiu Wanxuan also guessed it, it's nothing more than whether there is a way other than the Soul Gathering Formation to recall himself.

He shook his head, "There is no other way."

Qingluan first let out a regretful "Ah", looked down at the jade slip in her hand, spread her small hand, and the jade slip fell into the sea of ​​books with a clatter.

After a while, her big eyeballs suddenly turned, and she tilted her head to look at Qiu Wanxuan in doubt.

Qiu Wanxuan was surprised and was about to ask what you were looking at when she heard a voice from behind: "Senior."

When he turned around, he saw Xia Churan, his face was cold, and his eyes were so dark that there was no light in them.

"I thought Senior wouldn't come again."

Qiu Wanxuan said in a deep voice, "I sensed that your consciousness is abnormal, so I came to take a look." After speaking, he pointed to the turbulent sea outside the tower, "You are about to go mad, do you know that?"

Xia Churan glanced indifferently at the dark night sky outside the door, and hummed, "I know."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, who can escape, it's just a parting sooner or later, why should senior care?"

Qiu Wanxuan listened to the extremely indifferent words that had nothing to do with her. She was distressed and angry at the same time, and said sharply: "Don't care? Do I want to see the heir I taught die at a young age? It's a waste of my time." Are you painstaking?"

"What's more, your aptitude is outstanding. If you can continue to practice without distraction, your ascension will be just around the corner."

Xia Churan only said lightly: "I have no intention of ascending."

"So you're just waiting to die?" Qiu Wanxuan couldn't believe it, and her voice was a little excited: "Okay, you don't want to ascend, so what about revenge? Have you not taken revenge?"

This sentence hit the point, and the flame in Xia Churan's pupils finally trembled.

"For revenge, shouldn't you live well?"

Xia Churan lowered his eyes and said after a long time, "My "enemy" is already dead. When he said that, the two hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched until the knuckles turned white.

"I killed him."

The despair and grief in this voice made Qiu Wanxuan's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

He looked into Xia Churan's eyes, and finally hoarsely asked the question that had been on his heart for a long time, but he didn't dare to ask: "Your enemy is dead, shouldn't you be happy?"

Why are you so sad that Qiu Wanxuan died?Shouldn't you hate me?

Although he vaguely had an answer, after he asked this question, he didn't dare to listen again, for fear of hearing what he shouldn't have heard.

His heart hung up, and even his sleeves were crumpled by his fingertips.

After a long silence, I heard Xia Churan's unusually low voice: "I..."

At this time, Qingluan let out a "huh" in Xia Churan's consciousness.

"Master, I feel that something is wrong with this immortal master."

Xia Churan's words froze, and she turned to Qingluan, "What's wrong?"

"The master asked Qingluan to look through the exercises and records about the soul. Qingluan saw that there is a very ancient method that can change the appearance of the soul. Most people can't see it, but it will leave some clues."

The appearance of the soul cannot be changed, no matter how it is reincarnated, or even shredded and reorganized, it will still be the original appearance.

Therefore, many spiritual or ghost cultivations use the spirit to know people.

Xia Churan has never heard that the appearance of the soul can be changed. Hearing Qingluan's words, she frowned slightly, and looked at Qiu Wanxuan with a hint of suspicion.

"The appearance of the soul can't be changed. This method is actually a trick. It disguises a body and looks like another person, just like wearing a mask."

"I see that this fairy master has no expression when he speaks. Even when he scolded his master so excitedly just now, his expression is flat. Does it look like he's wearing a mask?"

Hearing this sentence, Xia Churan also noticed that the immortal in front of him always looked calm. He thought that this senior was born calm, but looking at it now, he was indeed a little suspicious.

This method came from ancient times, and almost no one knew about it, so Xia Churan had never doubted it before.

"Is there any way to verify it?"

Qingluan nodded, "Take a look with the Soul-Living Mirror and you'll know."

It is an ordinary magic weapon used to judge Duoshe, and the mirror will only show the appearance of the soul, ignoring the body and blindness.

"But the master needs to divert his attention, otherwise Qingluan will be discovered by him as soon as he takes out the mirror."

Qiu Wanxuan's heart hung on for a long time without hearing the following, but suddenly Xia Churan's eyes flashed slightly, and he called the sword in his hand and said, "Senior, I haven't seen you for a long time, can you do a few tricks with me?"

This topic changed suddenly, Qiu Wanxuan was still a little surprised, but seeing the flames in Xia Churan's silent eyes suddenly beating up, like a little ripple on the surface of stagnant water, she nodded with some relief: "Okay."

Two flashes of light pierced through the night sky. In the night sky of lightning and thunder, the sound of the collision of sword qi between the two was covered by the thunder, and the sight was a little confused due to too much lightning.

Qiu Wanxuan couldn't help frowning after receiving the sword, "Don't you clean up the sea of ​​consciousness? With so much interference, how can you fight?"

Xia Churan passed over his shoulder and glanced at Qingluan who was hiding behind the spire quietly holding the Mirror of Leaving Soul, "There are more disturbances, and it is more in line with real battles, isn't it?"

After the words fell, before Qiu Wanxuan answered, she turned into a flash of light and rushed away.

Qingluan gave Xia Churan a thumbs-up. The dense electric light was enough to cover the reflection of the mirror so that the other party couldn't find it.

It's just that the speed of the two was too fast, and Qingluan held up the mirror and chased for a long time but couldn't catch up with a complete shadow, which made her sweat profusely.

"Master, slow down, I can't catch up!"

Xia Churan heard the words, turned around and stopped, and said to Qiu Wanxuan: "Senior, it's just a bit boring to compete with swords, it's better to compare formations."

As soon as the words fell, he immediately formed a seal and summoned a formation disk out of thin air.

Seeing this, Qiu Wanxuan also put away her sword, and dismantled every move.

Seeing that the two people in the air finally stopped, Qingluan happily held up the mirror to catch Qiu Wanxuan's figure.

Until a wave of light rippled across the mirror, she knew that she had caught it, and immediately turned over the mirror to look, her huge pupils shrank fiercely, her nose felt sour, and she sobbed, "Master, it's Master! It's Master!" Honor!"

After she finished speaking, she synchronized the picture she saw into Xia Churan's consciousness.

It was a silhouette wearing a silver crown, the white skirt was billowing in the wind, and two slender red strands snaked from under the crown and buried in the hair tips.With just one glance, Xia Churan recognized the shadow engraved in his soul.

Master..

Xia Churan's breathing was stagnant, and she couldn't see anything in her field of vision, only the long-lost, yearning face lingered in her mind for a long time.

Seeing that his movements stopped suddenly and the array went out instantly, Qiu Wanxuan was a little surprised, and said coldly: "How can you be distracted during the battle?"

Xia Churan didn't respond.

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, and was about to ask again, when Xia Churan lowered his face, as if he was afraid that his expression would be seen, he tried his best to suppress the slightly trembling pale corners of his lips, and covered up his voice, so that he became hoarse The voice said: "I...was dazed for a moment."

He clenched his fists tightly, and even trembled slightly, all trying his best to suppress the emotion in his heart that was about to collapse and the embankment, the heat that was about to pour into his eyes.

After all, he couldn't hold back, and turned his back at the moment when tears were about to fall.

Qiu Wanxuan didn't see Xia Churan's expression, but only saw a slightly flustered turn around, so he removed the seal array, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Xia Churan's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and then he stabilized his trembling voice, and said calmly, "No...I'm just a little upset."

In her mind, Qingluan sobbed and reminded: "Master, you must not recognize him, you will drive Master away, woo woo woo—"

Qiu Wanxuan sighed, "I said before, if you practice forcefully if your mood is unstable, it will easily backfire."

"Yes." Xia Churan raised her head and poured back her tears.He closed his eyes, trying to calm down the violent heartbeat, "I'll be fine soon."

Qiuwan raised her eyebrows.

For some reason, although he could only see the back with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he seemed to hear a little gentleness in the other party's tone, which was completely different from the cold and indifferent just now.

Not long after, he saw Xia Churan turn around, and returned to his usual cold face.

It's just that in the coldness, it lost the previous chill and added a touch of warmth.

Is it his delusion?

Not only that, the lightning and thunder around him also began to decrease, and the waves gradually weakened. Although it was still a dark night sky, the thunder and thunder disappeared within a few breaths.

He heard Xia Churan say in a gentle tone, "I have a question and I want to ask senior."

Qiu Wanxuan nodded, "Say it."

He saw the corners of Xia Churan's lips pressed very weakly, "Earlier, senior said that he was just a remnant soul, what happened? Your body is already..."

At this point Xia Churan paused for a moment, seeing Qiu Wanxuan's expression change slightly, Qingluan was warning again in his mind: "Too direct, master! The cliché is obvious, and Master will notice it, please be more tactful!"

Xia Churan added: "I just want to learn more about the soul, and I have something important to do with it."

Qiu Wanxuan understood, this child was just trying to open the Soul Gathering Formation again, and came to ask him for advice.

Really stubborn.he thought.

In order to cut off Xia Churan's thoughts, he said earnestly: "My body has been wiped out, and this wisp of remnant soul will soon be gone. Life and death are destiny, no need to be persistent."

When the words fell, he didn't know if it was his illusion, he seemed to see Xia Churan's feet shaking slightly.

Then I heard the other party say in a hoarse and unbelievable voice: "If... someone is willing to help you set up the soul-gathering array, would you be willing to join the array?"

The soul-gathering array can reshape the soul, because the scattered souls are no longer conscious, and the soul fragments will involuntarily reunite following the guidance of the array.

But the "predecessor" played by Qiu Wanxuan still has a remnant soul and has a sense of autonomy. If he is unwilling to join the battle, the soul-gathering formation is doomed to fail.

Qiu Wanxuan understands Xia Churan's hidden worries. If Sword Master is like this "predecessor" and has a sense of autonomy and refuses to join the battle, then no matter how much Xia Churan sacrifices himself, it will be useless.

Thinking of this, he strictly stopped him: "The soul gathering is against the sky, and the price is too high to be worth the loss. If someone sets up a soul gathering formation for me, not only will I not join the formation, but I will do my best to stop him and destroy the formation."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of thunder that had died down just now rumbled again, the waves were churning, and the thunder and thunder of the waves rang through the ears alternately.

Xia Churan's face was downcast, unable to see his expression clearly, but Qiu Wanxuan could feel the other party's despair even in the air.

"Why," he heard Xia Churan's voice hoarse, "don't give me any hope."

Qiu Wanxuan endured the angina, and asked knowingly in a hoarse voice: "Who do you want to gather souls for?"

Xia Churan looked up at him, her eyes were red, and the flames in her eyes were burning and jumping, "For a very important person."

"No matter who it is for, it's not worth your own life." Qiu Wanxuan gritted her teeth and said cruelly: "You have more important things to do. You want to travel across the five realms and rule the world. You want to become The Ascendant who once again opened the gate of heaven for thousands of years."

When Qiu Wanxuan said this, thinking that it would be difficult to change Xia Churan's obsession, it would be better to give him another hope and stimulate him to get back on track, so he said: "As long as you reach the upper heaven, everything still has a chance, against the sky It is possible to change one's life, or even reverse time and space."

When Xia Churan heard the words, there was indeed a glimmer of light in her silent eyes, "Really?"

"As long as you reach the upper heaven, people can... die and come back to life?"

In fact, Qiu Wanxuan has never seen the heaven, but in order to give Xia Churan the goal of surviving, he nodded, "It seems to you and me that it is difficult to reach the sky, but in the eyes of the gods, it is nothing more than a speck of dust."

Xia Churan looked at him deeply, with pleading eyes, "Senior, can you promise me a request?"

Qiu Wanxuan looked at those eyes with hope, and thought that no matter what the other party asked, he would spare no effort to fulfill it.

"You said."

Xia Churan paused, and then said with difficulty: "Before I succeed, before this ray of soul of the senior dissipates, can I see you often?"

Qiu Wanxuan's heart softened when she heard the words, "Of course, if you want, call me anytime."

"Woooooooooo—Master!"

Xia Churan was already sad and painful enough, but Qingluan added another knife at this time: "Qingluan recently read the dragon record sent by the merman, and the mixed blood will die if the bone is dug out. If the master was not angry at that time Explosive, transforming the dragon on the spot, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive. Master is to save the master, woo woo woo, he deliberately said harsh words, now... now he has only a wisp of remnant soul left, and still... more Comfort the master..."

At this point, Qingluan can only cry and hiccup.

Qiu Wanxuan saw Xia Churan slightly lowered his head and sideways face, as if he was trying to suppress something. After a long time, he looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "I will definitely... live up to the expectations of seniors."

The author says:

Vest No. 2 was dropped first, and before it was finished, it will be dropped immediately!

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!