My sister is born again

After rushing to Qu Dongguo, he gained temporary peace, but his master began to teach him a new method of martial arts.

I couldn't find any news about her, so I was worried in my heart, so I said bluntly to Master: "Master, Nian'er, I brought her back to Wenling Mountain, but she disappeared."

"She's fine, there are other arrangements for Master to take her." Master really knew about it, and replied calmly.

When I was about to step forward to ask more questions, Master suddenly coughed and interrupted what I wanted to say.

Mu Ziwang suddenly came in from the door, holding a decoction in his hand and said, "Master, the medicine is ready."

The master took the soup and drank it, seemed to be getting better, he let out a long sigh of relief, looked at this side and said: "Master's health is already failing, in order to let the disciple protect the Qingfeng Sword Sect, so I take the place of the disciple. I have found an ancient way to increase my power."

After finishing speaking, the master handed over another bowl of dull medicinal soup and said, "This is a medicinal soup specially prepared for you, which will allow you to rapidly increase your skill in a short period of time."

Master's earnest eyes forced me to drink this medicinal soup without thinking too much.

I thought that since she was with Master, her life should not be in danger.

In just three months, my skill has suddenly increased, and the speed of such improvement is really beyond imagination.

Satisfied, the master handed over the seal of the head of the sect to me, and said: "The demon sect is determined to destroy our sect, and the century-old foundation depends on tomorrow's disciple's battle with Wenxie."

There are several elders on the side and several people from the rivers and lakes who have high hopes, but I feel that these people are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

Looking at the seal of the sect master in my palm, I thought in my head that if I defeat Wen Xie, I will take Nian'er away from Wenling Mountain, and I can go wherever I like, as long as I don't fall into the grievances and hatreds of this Jianghu.

This night I suddenly realized, and the next day I almost couldn't wait to prepare for the battle.

On the high cliff, Wen Xie stood there holding a sword, and I looked down at the decent people and demon cultists at the foot of the mountain.

"The dignified century-old sect actually sent a woman to meet the enemy before the catastrophe. The old man Qingfeng is really reluctant to part with his half old life." Wen Xie said mockingly.

I held my sword and said nothing, just attacked him first.

Wen Xie's martial arts are not low, after several moves, the sword's edge never got close to Wen Xie's clothes.

The cold wind rang in my ears, the longer time passed, the more disadvantaged I would be.

The sky gradually darkened, and there were no torches in front of the cliff, and the slightest difference could be the victory or defeat.

Wen Xie suddenly shot a dark dart from his sleeve. I changed my mind and pretended to avoid the dark dart, so I didn't avoid the sword that Wen Xie stabbed at.

Instead, I stretched out my hand as my palm to block the sword, and the sharp edge of the sword pierced straight through my palm. Enduring the pain, I quickly passed the sword in my hand through Wen Xie's heart.

Wen Xie didn't even have time to dodge, the sword in his hand was still in my palm and couldn't be used.

Blood dripped all over the floor, Wen Xie looked at the sword on his heart in disbelief, and said with a mocking smile, "Woman, you really are really ruthless."

I immediately drew out my sword, and Wen Xie stepped back, with blood spilling from his mouth, he said with a smile that was not a smile: "Do you think that if you are decent, you must be a good person? You will regret it!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Xie fell from a height and lost her breath in front of the Demon Cultists.

A group of demon cultists lost their senses, the flagpole fell down, and the fighting and shouting sounded again.

I turned around and looked down at the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect and people from the Jianghu who were struggling to kill the Demon Cultists below. There was no difference between the expressions on their faces and the Demon Cultists they spoke of.

Who is good and who is bad doesn't really matter to me.

When I brought all my disciples back to the village in the middle of the night, the master and other people from all over the world were already waiting at the gate.

That night, Master held a banquet to reward the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect who participated in the battle. I held the wine glass in one hand and looked at the bandaged palm with my forehead, not knowing whether it was worth it or not.

He only wanted to wait until the banquet was over, so he raised his thoughts to the master and left together.

In the middle of the banquet, people from all walks of life lifted Wen Xie's body up to whip the corpse, everyone nodded their heads, and saw that Wen Xie's body was flying with blood and flesh, what a bloody scene.

But the people in that building ignored this disgusting scene and still drank and celebrated together. The shadow reflected on the wall looked more like a ghost.

I put down the wine glass and left the hall from one side, the wind outside was not so heavy with blood, but the tip of my nose was slightly cold, I stretched out my hand to catch it, it was snowing as white as snow.

Two disciples hurried over from the path on the other side, still muttering: "Hey, the master is really eccentric. Our two brothers guard the dying man all day long. If we didn't hear that there is a banquet today, we would have to wait until later." Maybe I can't even drink alcohol."

"Stop, both of you!" I was confused, so I called to stop them.

"Is the person Master asked you to guard a girl?" I asked anxiously.

The two disciples looked at each other hesitantly, and replied respectfully: "I can't tell whether it's a man or a woman, but the figure seems to be really small."

My heart became more impatient, and I approached her footsteps and asked, "Where is she? And what did you mean when you said that you were going to die?"

"Elder Sister, the head of the sect has an order not to disclose..."

Before they finished speaking, I drew out my sword and placed it on this man's shoulder.

"That person is right ahead, we are just guards, we really can't answer anything else."

The two disciples were as timid as mice, so they quickly recruited them.

When I followed these two disciples into the cellar, I couldn't believe it. How could Master have the heart to put his kind thoughts in such a dark cellar.

The two disciples stood aside and said: "The sect master won't let us in, so we don't know the details, why don't you be careful, elder sister?"

I walked down step by step, and there was only a small cool lamp inside, which was full of bloody smell.

The limbs of that black thing were bound by iron chains, and beside it was a dull color, like blood or something else.

On the wooden table in the other corner are those knives of different sizes, which I was shocked to see.

In my head, I recalled the medicinal soup and the blood of rare birds that my master gave me to drink every day a few months ago.

Nan Xing once said that the function of Human Gu is to use it as a medicinal material for practicing skills.

The nausea from my stomach made me uncomfortable, and my steps gradually slowed down. I stretched out my hand to touch her who didn't know if she was still alive.

She turned her head suddenly, opened her mouth but was unable to speak, the clothes were stained with blood, as if there were only bones left on the clothes.

Except that the human Gu master died.Human Gu will generally not die unless the heart or head is destroyed, otherwise the breath will remain.

The sockets of my eyes were warm, I wanted to cry but found that I didn't know how to cry at this moment, and called out dryly: "Nian'er...can you tell senior sister where it hurts?"

Are you still alive?

I failed to ask this sentence.

She moved her hand feebly, revealing the white bones under the sleeve, I pressed her raised hand so that I didn't dare to guess whether there was still a good place on her body.

Master, how can you be so cruel, Nian'er is innocent.

Could it be that useless abandoned sons can be killed at will?

I couldn't help but think of what Wen Xie said when she was about to die, and I looked at her who was already like a disabled person, living in pain with only one breath left.

Resolutely got up and picked up a dagger on the wooden table, turned around and looked at her who was completely unable to move.

He bent down, stretched out his arms to hug her carefully, and plunged the dagger into her heart.

She tilted her head weakly and silently, just as she was obedient and obedient at first, stroking her hair lightly with her palm and said: "Nian'er is not afraid, Senior Sister will avenge you right away."

I carefully carried her out of the dark cellar, the snow outside was falling heavily, as if she was watching the snow with me without any worries.

The laughter from the hall made the murderous intent in my heart stronger, the disciples watching the night saw this.

I placed her on the cliff, and ran towards the villa with my sword in hand.

Master and everyone in the main hall looked at me who broke through the door in puzzlement.

The silent killing made people tremble the most. I don't remember the fear on everyone's faces, nor how many people were killed, but where the master was left at the end.

I approached step by step with my sword in hand, and only said softly: "Master, what are you telling me about good and evil?"

"Are you crazy!" Master asked with an angry expression on his face.

Obsessed with obsession, this word first came to my mind, and Master has never comprehended it until now.

When the blade pierced Master's body, blood splashed all over my body, I was suddenly relieved, and I didn't even want the sword anymore.

When I returned to the cliff, her body was already covered with a layer of snowflakes. I hugged her exhaustedly, and touched her cool cheek with my palm.

With the corners of his mouth raised, he said in a trembling voice,

: "Nian'er is fine, all the bad guys were killed by the senior sister."

It was snowing heavily, I carried her to the side of the cliff, overlooked the snow scene of Qu Dongguo and murmured in a low voice: "Nian'er, see a lot of snow."

But she has lost any breath.

I have only heard how despair can make people die, but now I really realize that death is sometimes a kind of relief.

I jumped up and fell down like snowflakes. I hugged her tightly with all my strength, thinking that if I could do it all over again, I would definitely not want anything, just to keep her safe for the rest of my life.

Looking back, I saw a Taoist priest on the cliff, and that Taoist priest was the old Taoist Wang I had seen many years ago.

Vaguely heard the old Taoist Wang sigh: "You are doing evil!"

I leaned close to her cold face, fell from the high ground, looked at the falling snowflakes in front of my eyes, and said unwillingly: "I hate it so much."

Who is the person who turned her into a human gu and handed her over to the master!

Warm tears fell down my cheeks, and I fell into the darkness, and saw the two small figures of me and her in the snow who were punished by the master in the past.

I can still hear her whispering next to my ear: "Senior Sister, look...a lot of snow!"

My eyes were plunged into darkness, and my whole body was as cold as falling into a boundless purgatory.

But I never regretted killing Master, only I regretted not protecting her well.

I don't remember how long I stayed in the long darkness, but a sudden burst of light made my eyes hurt badly.

I looked at this place in a daze, this was actually my yard when I was in Qingfeng Sword Sect.

It was about midnight at this time, I got out of bed barefoot, looked around, and picked up the bronze mirror.

His face is relatively young, as if he was seventeen years old, and his heart can't stop speeding up.

Regardless of whether this is a dream or not, the person I most want to see must be her.

He hurriedly went around to the hut where she used to live, and when he opened the door, he hugged her in disbelief.

She opened her eyes and looked at herself in a daze, her body was warm, and she called out with confusion on her small face: "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

I held her in my arms and tried to calm myself down, but I still couldn't help but kissed her soft cheek.

My heart is full of gratitude to God for giving me another chance.