After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The coughing sound in his ear gradually weakened, Su Wan believed that life and death were a matter of fate, and he didn't bother to interfere with Xu Qingyi's life or death.

He put his hands on the table, sleepiness slowly swept through his thoughts, making it sticky and heavy, as if the clockwork in the machine was stuck, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Is this drink too strong?Or is this damn red ghost really not following the routine and drugging the food and drink?

Su Wan felt a little tired, and thought with the little bit of consciousness left, but in the end he couldn't overcome the drowsiness and fell into the gloom of confusion.

The dream is not too bizarre, he can always return to the original point after going around and around, and the familiar stone room in front of him makes him realize: he really hasn't had a dream for a long time.

He took a step forward, and in front of the empty stone wall suddenly there was a drenched young man in plain clothes, just like when he saw him in his dreams, his eyes were empty and cold, like a lifeless porcelain doll.

It's you sick bastard again!

It doesn't matter whether he is old or young, Su Wan gets annoyed whenever she sees him, so she leaves this guy and turns around, begging to be out of sight.

Unexpectedly, he had just walked a few steps when a shrill scream sounded from behind, almost piercing his eardrums.

He stopped in a hurry, looking back, the person who was supposed to be squatting in front of the stone wall came to the frontmost stone platform at some time, and there seemed to be something on the platform emitting a hot golden red flame, and then violently blazed towards the young man. It pounced, and actually got into his body, causing his facial features to distort instantly, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he curled up on the ground and rolled around in pain.

After Su Wan lightly jumped to the edge of the stone platform, thinking about cutting off the raging fire, he suddenly met the eyes of the person in the firelight, which made his heart tremble: This is... the original owner?

These raging fires all originated from his body. His face was expressionless, his eyes were red with coquettish redness, and there were cracks on his cheeks that were opened by the fire. It was clearly a sign of madness, and his whole body was full of flames. It surged outward, rolled and roared in the stone room, and then all rushed into the thin body of the young man on the ground.

The screams echoed endlessly, the man on the ground seemed to have been burned to pieces, his limbs were limp and limp, his breathing was weak, his already bloodless face looked even more bleak, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets revealed a It has the look of despair that is only seen when it is near death.

This is Xu Qingyi who he has never seen before.

"Master! Look!"

The melodious voice pulled Shensi away, and in a daze, the young man in plain clothes was covered in bloodstains and still radiant. He happily carried the monster he had finally killed, and trotted to the lotus-colored Shu brocade Taoist robe. In front of the man, wanting to show him.

But the man saw this, but his voice was stern: "You still remember that a gentleman is not arrogant, and he does not give credit to himself!"

Hearing the words, the young man's clear eyes trembled, the joy on his face disappeared, and he quickly knelt down on his knees and kowtowed: "The teacher taught me that He Xuan knew his mistake, and he must retreat and make up for it in the future!"

Seeing the young man drooping his shoulders in depression, Su Wan's heart was suddenly moved: This guy clearly only wanted a compliment.

Memory is not like wine, the longer it is dusty, the more mellow it will be. It is sometimes imprisoned in purgatory, and once released, it will become out of control.

He flipped through the pages of the book called the past over and over again, and all he saw was himself.

In the book, Xu Qingyi was born with Mizuki spiritual roots, and was brought into Nanhua Dao by Lord Qing Xiao to be raised under his door since childhood.

At that time, the method of refining beasts was on the rise, and various schools of refining beasts sprung up like mushrooms, swallowing up most of the methods of refining weapons and gradually rising, while the original methods of refining weapons were decreasing and dying out.

Nanhua Dao is also one of them. Although it is a great sect of cultivation, after experiencing a civil strife, most of its vitality has been exhausted, and because of years of confrontation with the demon world, it has suffered enemies from both sides. It has long lost its former prosperity.

Qing Xiao Zunjun, the head of Nanhua Dao back then, wanted all his life to protect the Dao with his body, to restore the sect to its former peak, and to make it last forever.

Xu Qingyi, who was brought up under his sect, was influenced by his ears and eyes, and he took this as his life, always remembering that because he saw his nature clearly and realized everything he heard, he became the chief disciple under the seat of Lord Qing Xiao.

Probably in order to train him as the next master, Lord Qingxiao treated him very harshly, and the elders often taught him that as the head of the disciples, he should restrain himself and return to the etiquette, humble himself as a shepherd.

When he was young, he was well-bred, gentle and glamorous, talented and elegant, deeply favored by the elders, and also the elder brother most admired and admired by all the disciples of Nanhua Dao.

In the eyes of others, he is like Ruan Zhililan who is unparalleled in the world, standing outstandingly in the mountains and rivers. If everything passed by silently like this, his life would have risen like the sun, shining brightly.

Until later, for the first time in Nanhua Dao, a disciple of Tianhuo Linggen came.

As a result, the heavenly genius was born out of nowhere, dazzling all directions, and crushed the originally most talented dual spiritual roots in the Taoist sect, and there was no chance of lingering.

Su Wan looked at the high-spirited original owner standing on the high platform, he was as fearless as a newborn calf, and he was full of hope that the future would reflect the sky, and he was in the ascendant.

Back then, Xu Qingyi was dressed in moon white, standing shoulder to shoulder with his fellow disciples, smiling and looking at his new fifth junior brother, he was so gentle and soft, naturally he didn't know that his brilliant and dazzling life would come to an abrupt end.

With the bonus of talent, the original owner made rapid progress in the realm of practice, and soon surpassed his senior brothers and sisters who had higher cultivation levels than him. Everyone also discovered that Nanhua Dao's famous disciple finally had someone who could compare with him. man of.

It's just that someone who lands is the peak, unmatched and hard to compare.

When Xu Qingyi saw that what he thought was obscure and difficult to understand, in the hands of his fifth junior brother, he could understand it thoroughly in just a few days, and combined it with his own cultivation energy, at that moment, he already understood, The talent gap between the two of them will be completely widened.

When the light was blocked, there was a voice like this in his ear:

"The Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root is really amazing, even the senior brother with the highest cultivation talent can't compare to him."

"Are you kidding me? How can a mere Shuanglinggen compare with Tianlinggen!"

Why can't it be compared?

He painstakingly studied and cultivated himself, constantly honed himself, and never stopped in the alternation of the sun and the moon, just to be on par with that person.

Su Wan was sitting by the pavilion of Chishuifeng, and saw Xu Qingyi meditating in the pavilion when he was young, the energy channels in his body surged and floated up to the dantian, just about to break through the hanging hub, and then dissipated.

If you act too hastily, you will fall short.

He was a little depressed, and after opening his eyes, he stretched out his palms and looked at them for a long time. The lines on his palms were reflected on his eyes, as if his sight was trapped to death.

After a while, he pulled away from it, walked slowly into the yard, and meticulously arranged the flowers and trees in his yard.

This is probably his only interest in daily life. He seems to like raising these flowers and plants. Seeing that he found a sick and wilting crabapple sapling from nowhere, when he brushed the dead leaves with his hands, it was in spring again.

The tender green leaves of the saplings swayed in his eyes, Su Wan frowned, feeling very strange: this Xu just used wood-type magic, if he didn't focus on refining wood-type true energy, how could he use this method so wonderful?

But ever since he met him, he had only seen Xu Qingyi use water-type zhenqi, and he couldn't tell that he also possessed excellent wood-attribute spells.

All kinds of flowers and trees are full of vitality, the branches and leaves are sparse, and when the flowers bloom, they are fragrant and clear. It seems that the owner of the yard has taken good care of them, so they are beautiful.

It's a pity that the scorching heat rushed out of nowhere and burned the flowers and trees in the yard. The rescued crabapple saplings were also hard to escape, and turned into dead branches and leaves.

The chief culprit of the arson held a ray of open flame in his hand, bared his white teeth like weaves, and wrote arrogantly on his face: "Instead of tossing these useless things, it's better to fight with me!"

"As a disciple of Nanhua Dao, how can you violate the sect's rules and fight privately!"

Xu Qingyi condensed his true energy to extinguish the Chihuo, and glanced at the crabapple sapling that was mostly burned, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, which was instantly swallowed up by anger.

"You are so inflexible! You say that every time, but in the end, the breaking rules can do nothing to me!"

The original owner was like a fierce and aggressive bison, throwing his fists at him violently, with several gusts of wind.

When the two figures were fighting, Su Wan, as a bystander, remembered that this was indeed not the first time the original owner had fought with Xu Qingyi. He had also dreamed about the fight between the two of them before. spell.

So his current water spells were specially cultivated to restrain the original owner?

Guessing in his heart, the person in front of him couldn't stand it any longer. After receiving several punches, he stepped back continuously. The railing rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

The original owner's moves were fast and ruthless, and he didn't give the opponent a chance, but Xu Qingyi's moves left room, and his practice was not as good as him for the time being, and he was obsessed with abiding by the rules of the school, so he was indeed not his opponent.

"You are so weak and incompetent, thanks to you being a great disciple of Nanhua Dao!"

Disdainful laughter rang in his ears. After defeating him, the man seemed to lose interest, and walked away lazily with arms folded.

Xu Qingyi, who was left lying in the mess and covered in injuries, saw Qing Xiaojun standing on the eaves with his gray eyes, immediately ignored his injuries, got up and bowed in a dignified manner.

Combined with the last fight between the two of them, Lord Qingxiao also appeared, and Su Wan understood that the original owner was so arrogant, and he would not be punished for breaking the rules of the house.

He could tell that Xu Qingyi's heart was like a mirror, how could he not understand.

The person standing on the eaves didn't care whether the two of them broke the door rules, and said coldly: "When he comes again, you must survive his three moves!"

This time Xu Qingyi did not nod in response, but clenched his fists and said bluntly: "I don't understand something, why do you dare to ask the master to let the fifth junior brother repeatedly break the school rules and fight with the disciple?"

"A blunt blade is useless, sharpen it with a stone, and you will see a cold glow," his master's face remained stern, with overwhelming oppression in his dark eyes: "Hexuan, you are the whetstone."

The author says:

感谢在2022-05-2923:05:02-2022-05-3120:21:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles passed by;

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