refuse to be a teacher

"...It's just in time, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Xue Lan turned sideways, carrying the paper lantern, and moved towards the place where Yun Zhehuan was.As he walked, he did not forget to ask her with some doubts: "What are you doing...does it take so long to collect firewood?"

Yun Zhehuan was silent for a while, and said: "It's nothing, this forest is too big, and the road is difficult to walk, I have been walking around for a long time."

Xue Lan nodded and was about to take another step forward when Yan Jue who was behind him pulled him lightly and stopped him in a low voice: "...wait a minute."

At that time, the sky was dark and there was no light in the surroundings. Only the paper lantern managed to burn halfway outward, but it was not very effective after all.

Xue Lan's heart froze, and before he could react, Yan Jue reached out and grabbed his sleeve again, and pulled it back vigorously: "Don't go, something is wrong."

"Huh?... What's wrong?"

Before the words were finished, I heard a gust of wind blowing in my ears, and among the shadows of the trees, a green cold light pierced the sky, brushed past the flying dead leaves, and rushed towards Xue Lanyin's direction!

"--Be careful!"

A sudden shout sounded instantly, and the Yaobai sword blade was taken out of its sheath in an instant, and almost at the same time as the green light swiped forward, it was able to counteract it head-on——

Xue Lan was shaken all over, but seeing that Yan Jue had already opened his posture, he supported his shoulders and forcibly stabilized his figure.

Ya Ling's sword came out with momentum like a rainbow.

With the help of the scattered and lingering stars and halos of the sword shadow, Xue Lan could barely see the deep green light cutting down from mid-air. The essence is not light, but a short handle that is very familiar to him. stone knife.

...that is the Ghost Sword.

It can be said that it is self-evident who the knife owner is.

Because Xue Lan spread her arms, for the first time, in an extremely dangerous situation, she didn't mess up as usual, but chose to hook her hand to cover Yan Jue's palm, and held the Ya Ling sword in her hand, Face the enemy head-on, and then block the master behind him.

Yan Jue frowned slightly, and couldn't help calling him worriedly: "Xue Xiaomao..."

Xue Lanyin didn't speak.Although he wanted to return him something, the actual conditions did not allow him to do so.

Because behind the large slanted branches and residual trees where Yun Zhehuan was in front of him, a tall and thin figure as dark as a crow clearly appeared.

And between the dazzled green ghost knife and his broad palm, there is obviously a black and green energy formed by the intertwining of internal forces.

That vigor is also very familiar, it is clear that not long ago, they accidentally saw it once in the soul-absorbing technique that was urged by another person.

Only members of the Northwest Zhufeng Sect would practice such treacherous sorcery that harms others and does not benefit oneself.Because the inner strength and mental method itself is extremely turbid, the overflowing true energy will also appear black and mottled, showing a state of eroding people's hearts.

——Gu Hebai.

No, I should call him now...

"Wen Pianhong."

Yan Jue raised the corner of his jaw slightly, silently staring at the gloomy outline of the man under the black veil, which almost resembled Xue Lanyin.

No need to speculate at all.As early as 20 years ago, during the bloody rivers and lakes dispute when Jielong Yin first appeared, he secretly obstructed and secretly hid two living sword clansmen living outside, intending to take this opportunity to successfully break the seal.

He didn't want to be blocked by Qin Huan and Mo Fuqiu in the middle of the journey, and missed the good opportunity. Since then, he has been regarded by Zhu Fengmen as an abandoned son who failed to accomplish anything and failed. After chasing and killing him all the way, there is only one dead man left in the world. No rumors of a dead body.

No one knows where he went in the end, and no one knows whether the missing living sword clansman is dead or alive.

After so many years, he has become very successful in the Lingtai Yijian Sect with his own strength. The world regards him as a solid backing for the entire sect, so no one would treat such an upright and upright sect as a strong supporter. A character, associated with a despicable and shameless person who has been dead for many years.

However, the reality is often so cruel.

When Wen Pianhong once again exerted force to pull the Liguidao back quickly, the black veil that he usually used to cover his face also fell with the wind, half of the blue and white facial features reflected the faint paper in the sky The light of the lamp revealed a layer of heavy aura similar to that of the deceased.

Xue Lan was completely stunned because she only glanced at it briefly.He originally thought that the so-called "similar appearance" in Yan's mouth before was just a very common level, and he was not willing to believe it if he described it a little deeper.

To this day, when he saw with his own eyes the figure and face deliberately covered by the large black veil, his heart felt as if a thin layer of window paper had been pierced by life, with an indescribable dull pain in the sharpness.

It's so similar.

It seemed that he didn't even know what words to use to describe it properly.

There are really two people in the world who are so similar in appearance, as big as the bones of the demeanor, as small as the bridge of eyebrows, eyes and nose, as if they are reflected exactly in a bronze mirror.

Xue Lan suddenly panicked for no reason.But he didn't back down because of this, instead, he clasped Yan Jue's five fingers more and more firmly, and held Ya Lingjian tightly in the palm of his hand. It was bright and cold.

But at this moment, Yun Zhehuan was standing beside Wen Pianhong, expressionless and motionless.It seemed that the sudden farce in front of her had nothing to do with her.

What does she mean by this...?

Xue Lan raised her head suddenly, and stared straight at Wen Pianhong's pale face, which was indistinguishable from his, under the overflowing sword light. She vaguely seemed to understand something——

The man that Yun Zhehuan has been infatuated with for many years is the old skin that Wen Pianhong now possesses.

Her lover has always been crazy in love, even to a morbid level.Not to mention a mere human skin, even any person or thing similar to it can be trapped by her longing eyes day and night, immediately put on layers of heavy shackles, and throw it into her heart without thinking.

The appearance of Wen Pianhong happened to block the last way of life she prepared for herself.

"...Miss Yun." Xue Lan raised her sword coldly, and the sudden white snow light illuminated the red marks on her face that were clearly visible, "Who is the person standing beside you? Can you see clearly?" ?”

Yun Zhehuan shook his head, and took two steps back slightly.The sky was so dark that even her facial features were somewhat blurred.

Obviously, she has been tampered with - large and small dementia illusions in Zhufengmen may not kill people, but they are enough to destroy anyone's mind.

Especially for a person like Yun Zhehuan who is full of obsession and resentment, once he is under the extreme control under the cover of illusion, he can lose all consciousness almost instantly.

That is to say, most of her uncharacteristically treacherous actions are following Wen Pianhong's way.

Just before Xue Lanyin could make more guesses, Wen Pianhong stepped forward.

The huge Li Ghost Saber was standing in front of him, the blue halo was as cold as iron, and the salty smell accumulated over the years at the tip of the knife was warm and soft, drifting faintly all the way to the bottom of his nose, saying no It was horrific and hideous.

"What kind of person I am, don't you see more clearly than her?"

Raising his jaw wantonly, in Wen Pianhong's dusty eyes, there was already nothing.

"A mere outsider can still remember my skin. What about you, Xue Erjin? After traveling around for more than [-] years, do you still remember who I am?"

... Who is it?He Wen Pianhong, who else could it be!

As soon as these words came out, Xue Lan's eyes tightened in horror, and she wanted to refute something, but it was Yan Jue who spoke from behind him: "...you also know that you are standing on your face right now, It's just a skin of an old friend, since that's the case, why expect others to miss it?"

Xue Lan murmured: "Master..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Yan Jue grabbed his wrist, pulled him back hard, and said to Wen Pianhong calmly, "...the scumbag of Zhufengmen, he claims to have a skin , can you cover the sky with one hand?"

After saying that, he raised his voice again, and deliberately said to the indifferent Yun Zhehuan: "The new patriarch of the hundred-year-old clan, just for the sake of a human skin, he and the former traitor of the Fengfeng Sect--little patriarch Yun, Did I think highly of you, or did you underestimate yourself?"

Yun Zhehuan still didn't answer, and under the light of the paper lamp, his pale side face was covered with red marks, like minions branded by a nightmare.Because Xue Lan couldn't see what she was thinking, but she could see something strange from her obvious retreat, so she took a step forward, waiting to talk to her, not wanting to blink, that Wen Pianhong The shadow of the dark green knife in his hand has already come in response to the sound, as fast as a thunderbolt, and instantly struck Xue Yan's vitals——

Yan Jue reacted very quickly, and immediately reached out and pulled Xue Lanyin to lead him: "Back back, little spear!"

Before the words fell, Ya Ling raised his sword.Because Xue Lan failed to dodge half a step back as promised, the sword light in his hand had been conscious for a long time. Although his internal strength was extremely poor, his own internal strength was never lacking, so the moment he raised the sword out of its sheath, it was majestic and majestic. Fang and the giant stone knife that hit from the sky grinded against each other, and the forced torn air was accompanied by scorching sparks, which almost ignited the heart of the person.

This was already the second fatal confrontation between Ya Lingjian and Li Guidao.

Xue Lan was born ignorant and inexperienced, and a set of chopping swordsmanship relied entirely on instinct and consciousness.Yan Jue originally didn't want to see him in contact with the sword day and night, and now at the critical moment when it really comes in handy, the fierce thing that was intentionally avoided in the past has become the ultimate weapon for self-defense and counterattack.

The stone knife waved like frost and the wind passed through the ears, and fell like a mountain top.Because Xue Lan forcibly resisted it with only the strength of both hands, the body of Pian Ya Ling's sword was as thin as a spring bamboo shoot, and the tip of the sword was tightly pressed against the thick and heavy edge of the stone knife.

For the first time, Yan Jue stood on Xue Lan's broad but thin back, silently watching the slender figure who was trying his best under Ya Ling's sword, and because he was powerless to protect him, he felt more and more frightened.

"Xue Xiaomao, you..."

"Master, don't move behind me."

This time, Xue Lanyin didn't look back.Raising his eyes to face the huge dark shadow of the stone knife in front of him, he said to Yan Jue: "This time, let me protect you, okay?