Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

A man walked slowly in front of the cliff shrouded in mist. The man was dressed in red and walked quietly holding a red umbrella in his hand.

He stood in front of the cliff and stopped. What he saw was a lush tree. It was raining heavily. The rain fell, and a hazy mist gradually rose in the woods. The rain fell on the leaves, making a thin sound, and the air The fragrance of the soil floats in the air, adding a sense of worry.

Fusu remained silent, his face became extremely pale, his lips were chapped and bloodshot.

His body swayed almost invisibly, and a bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Fusu leaned weakly against the tree trunk behind him, he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, the blood was fainted, leaving a layer of light red on the corner of his mouth.

The icy cold rain fell on the umbrella surface, occasionally splashing a few drops on his face, he shivered subconsciously, and with his breathing, a faint white mist spit out from his mouth.

Fusu raised his hand slowly, and in his hand lay a small paper figurine. The whole body of the small paper figurine was burnt to pitch black, and after touching the rain, it suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared before his eyes.

No one knew what happened after the third thunderstorm. There was nothing left in that piece of land except for the deep pit that had been burned to black.

Live or die, no one knows.

When the thunder fell, he integrated all his spiritual power into the paper figurine to help them survive the thunder.

However, it seems to have no effect.

He watched Nangong Zui disappear before his eyes.

Fusu held the umbrella and slowly closed his eyes, there was no movement around except for the sound of rain falling, vaguely, he seemed to feel that Nangong Zui was standing behind him again, and he would gently pat him on the shoulder Make faces to scare him.

In the sky covered with dark clouds, thunder suddenly broke out, piercing the sky.

The rain fell on the muddy ground along the edge of the red umbrella, and the mist enveloped the world. The man in red stood quietly, the cold wind blew, his clothes fluttered, and the blue hair fluttered. There was only one person in the world.

Where will they go?

Fusu looked at the hazy fog in front of him, and was thinking foolishly.

Then he murmured softly as if talking to himself:

"It should be a beautiful place."

That night, it rained heavily, and Fusu stood quietly in front of the cliff all night.

That night, Da Xiuzhu stood in the distance looking at the faint touch of red, standing with his hands behind his back, but also remained silent all night.

That night, Wei Jie at the bottom of the cliff slowly opened his closed eyes...

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Everything on that day seemed like an illusory dream. After waking up from the dream, everything returned to its original appearance. Neither of the two mentioned what happened that day. It was like going in and out together every day for ten years. Things secretly changed taste.

As if waking up from a dream, Fusu no longer avoided the affairs of the Blood Demon Sect, he began to participate in the affairs of the sect, just like every congregation of the Blood Demon Sect, bloodthirsty and killing.

After Xiujie lost Feng Jingrui, his hatred for Fusu became more and more intense. All the monks in the world, all capable ones, gathered together to fight against each other.Launched an all-out encirclement and suppression campaign against the Blood Demon Sect.

At night, when cicadas were singing everywhere, Fusu walked out of the door slowly in his single clothes. Looking at the bright moon in the dark night, his eyes sank, and the jade fan in his hand turned to the side, and the wind blade slammed into the darkness. Then, a small sound came, and a pair of black shoes came out of the darkness.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with a wide hat covering his entire face. He stopped three steps away from Fusu, and said in a hoarse and gloomy voice, "Che Chuan came to visit late at night, and he was still looking at the devil." Don't be annoyed."

Fusu looked at him coldly, playing with the Yuxiao fan with both hands, his phoenix eyes slightly raised.

Che Chuan lifted the head of the black robe, revealing a pair of red eyes. There was a deep scar on the left side of his face. The scar looked hideous and terrifying, adding a bit of gloom.

"Che Chuan's gift, I wonder if the Lord still likes it?"

Seeing the smile on his mouth, Fusu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Fusu knew that he was referring to the incident at the altar that day.

The gift is Shao Wenze and Amu.

Regarding Fusu's indifference, Che Chuan didn't take it seriously at all, and he said again: "I don't know if the Lord still remembers what Che Chuan said that day."

"Nowadays, the relationship between the Blood Demon Sect and the Xiujie doesn't need to be commented on by Che Chuan. Although the Xiujie has compromised Feng Jingrui, the Blood Demon Sect may not be able to please the monks from all over the Holy Spirit Continent."

"My blood clan can help the Blood Demon Sect fight against the Cultivation Realm, as long as the lord lord kills Wei Xuanqi for me. Anyway... the lord also wants Wei Xuanqi's life?"

Fusu looked at Che Chuan, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

Wei Jie's identity is a blood clan, and his father, Wei Ze, is the younger brother of the king of the blood clan. He fell in love with the second daughter of the Lian family, Lian Wanrou, and secretly promised her life regardless of the Lian family's obstruction.However, Wei Ze was framed during the civil strife of the blood clan, and was bestowed to death by the former king. His brother Wei Yuan launched a rebellion, killed the former king, and seized power.

After Wei Ze's death, Lian Wanrou was taken back by the Lian family, but at that time Lian Wanrou was already pregnant.

The Bloodline has always been regarded as an evil sect, and the existence of Wei Jie is despised by the Lian family, which is why Wei Jie escaped from the Lian family later.

After Wei Yuan launched the rebellion, less than three years later, the blood clan suddenly fell silent and disappeared before the eyes of the world. No one knew the reason for this period.

Although this world was written by Fusu, except for Wei Jie, many things were mentioned in one stroke, without even reminding, and the system filled it out by itself, so she didn't know the reason for it.

Fusu looked at the sinister smile on Che Chuan's mouth that was bound to win, and secretly sneered.

"So, I still make money?"

Che Chuan smiled: "Che Chuan dare not, it's just that the only person in the world who can make Wei Xuanqi die willingly is you, Lord Mozun."

willingly?

Fusu raised his eyebrows, perhaps the current Wei Jie only wanted to peel off his cramps, and it would be best to eat them bite by bite.

but…

Seeing Che Chuan in a black robe, Fusu's eyes flashed a look of hostility, he is a very vengeful person.

Fusu took the jade fan and patted it lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "This matter is not impossible, but I don't know how far Mr. Che can do it."

Hearing this, Che Chuan's eyes flashed with joy, he cupped his hands and said, "Che Chuan will definitely give Mozun a satisfactory answer."

As he spoke, the trees beside him rustled and the breeze blew, but in an instant, Che Chuan turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

In the evening wind, behind the swaying grass and trees, a person slowly walked out, dressed in black, standing with his hands behind his back.

The two looked at each other, looking at each other's shrewd eyes, Fusu moved his eyes away first, he looked at the moon blocked by the dark clouds, took a deep breath, turned and returned to the room.

Outside the room, Xiuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the closed door, speechless all night.

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At night, a cluster of pavilions and gardens stand in the dark, with towering ancient trees, quiet and elegant. On the plaque in front of the garden, the words "Lianshan Academy" came into view.

Different from the quiet and elegant outside, patrolling monks can be seen everywhere in the academy. Although it is night, the lights are still brightly lit, and all the people coming and going are in a hurry.

At the gate, the monk guarding the gate looked around warily, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, and there was no trace of relaxation and fatigue on his face.

Suddenly, the surrounding trees swayed, and the leaves flew with the wind and fell on the steps. The cold wind hit, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Startled, the monk drew out his long sword and looked around warily.

I saw a black shadow flashing in front of my eyes, and a red-eyed man appeared in front of me in the next second, with long fangs stabbing into the man's neck.

"what!!!!!!"

A scream pierced the sky, and in the academy, monks from various sects held weapons and rushed to follow the cry.

Mrs. Han Feng, who was the leader of the crowd, looked at the withered monk lying on the ground, her expression changed drastically.

Bloodlines!

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, Mrs. Han Feng raised her head and frowned at the man in the black robe.

Inside the black robe, Che Chuan slowly grinned and said silently:

"kill!"

As his words fell, countless men in black jumped out all around, all of them had red eyes and fangs between them.

After several months of fighting, even at night, everyone immediately devoted themselves to the battle. For a while, countless entangled figures and the smell of blood in the air filled the academy.

The soft sword in Mrs. Han Feng's hand flew out into the air, and the whole body suddenly became aura, and a sensitive body appeared in front of Che Chuan, holding the soft sword and attacking fiercely.

The whole body of the soft sword was glowing with blue light, and the sharp blade was like a swimming dragon.

Che Chuan sneered, his figure moved, and disappeared in place the moment the soft sword fell.

Mrs. Han Feng was startled, and then turned her head abruptly.

But Che Chuan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a cloud of thick black air in his hand, which wrapped around Mrs. Han Feng's body as if consciously.

The soft sword fell to the ground, and Mrs. Han Feng's face turned pale, and her body froze in place, unable to move.

Seeing that the black air was about to tear through Mrs. Han Feng's body, a pink figure jumped out, and under Mrs. Han Feng's despairing eyes, she manipulated the whip to attack Che Chuan.

"Ruo'er! Let's go!"

Mrs. Han Feng yelled.

But Han Ruo'er didn't seem to have heard of it, she bit her lip and waved her long whip.

Che Chuan avoided her long whip, then took a step back, and said: "That one said, you can't touch you... So, little girl, you'd better put away your whip, otherwise it will be hard to say if you accidentally hurt you. "

Han Ruoer's expression changed: "You're talking about Fusu?!"

"Stop being hypocritical, isn't he killing too few people?! Suzerain is dead! Brother Wei is gone! Now I want to wash my Lianshan Academy with blood. I, Han Ruo'er, would rather die than accept his charity!"

After Han Ruoer finished speaking, he suddenly attacked Che Chuan.

While avoiding his attack, Che Chuan shook his head regretfully: "In that case, there is nothing I can do."

After finishing speaking, a ball of black air also appeared in his hand, and the black air turned into a long sword, and he slashed at Han Ruoer directly.

"Do not!!!"

Han Ruoer froze in place, tightly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

A gust of wind mingled with ice and snow came from my ears, slashing across my cheeks fiercely, and all the sounds around me seemed to disappear.

Hearing the footsteps of the gradually secluded forest beside her ear, Han Ruoer's heart was beating rapidly, and fiery feelings slowly rose from the bottom of her heart.

She slowly opened her eyes, and at some point in the world, it was snowing.

Out of the corner of my eye, a person walked slowly along with the wind and snow.

Yuehua gown, white jade face, obsidian-like pupils are like a deep pool, bottomless, and an invisible murderous aura exudes from the brows, making people daunting.

Following his steps, the ground was gradually covered with a layer of frost, and the trees on both sides turned into ice trees. The overwhelming coldness hit everyone, and suddenly, the world was covered with ice and snow.

Looking at that person, Han Ruoer fell to the ground, tears flowed from her eyes, and a smile appeared on her frozen red face...

He is back…

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