If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Looking into Cheng Siqi's eyes tirelessly.

There was no emotion in those Danfeng eyes, they just looked at him purely and straightforwardly, revealing a stubborn tenacity, as if they would not give up until they got an answer.

But the originally easy sentence "Of course not", became unable to utter because of this look in his eyes.

"Brother Wuyan."

A sigh sounded behind him.

Wuyan turned his head suddenly, his arms sank.

Cheng Siqi's eyes suddenly lost focus, his eyelids sank, and he closed his eyes and fell drowsily into Wuyan's arms.

"Wuqing?" Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The phantom of Buddha lotus fell from the sky.

A young Buddhist cultivator with stern eyes and a cold expression broke through the lotus shadow and walked out. The tyrannical coercion of a Nascent Soul seemed to be released, and the entire Fenglai Mountain seemed to be unable to bear it, and it shook slightly.

He slung two cold long swords behind his back, and looked at Wuyan expressionlessly: "Sect Master Cheng Shao's sword, I sent it for Xuan Jianzong."

As soon as Wuqing raised his hand, two cold swords flew out, landed in front of Wuyan, and stuck deep in the ground.

"Thousands of years of cold marrow, forged for a hundred years... the extreme passion sword, it is really a good sword."

The edge of the sword was sharp, and he looked at it tirelessly, smiled, and slapped the hilt with his palm, and the two swords merged into one, turning into a dark and simple ordinary iron sword, and the cold air that had originally dissipated also dissipated Wu Zing, "I abducted their young suzerain, did Xuan Jianzong ask you to remind me?"

Wuqing shook his head: "It's Master. You wanted to slay demons and form infants, but you insisted on getting involved in Cheng Siqi's kendo training. Master was afraid that you would not be able to cope with it and forgot your original intention, so he sent me to remind you."

"The mortal warlocks and demon cultivators colluded secretly, allowing the demon saint's secret realm to descend in the mortal world, breaking the seal." Wuqing said, "The ban on heaven and earth has been lifted, the spiritual energy of the mortal world has recovered, and the cultivation base no longer needs to be self-sealed. It's an excellent opportunity. You just need to help Sect Master Cheng to learn the way of swords again, start to practice, and wait until the eve of alchemy, and you can enter the demon and slay the demon."

"Don't delay any longer, Junior Brother Wuyan."

Insatiable held the Extreme Passion Sword in his hand, glanced at Cheng Siqi, who felt nothing bitter-short-sweet-long in his arms, and laughed: "I know Master is afraid that I'm really afraid." I can no longer turn back. To let Sect Master Cheng Shao practice again with the ultimate emotion, what is needed is an opportunity, not just a few words..."

"Isn't this an opportunity right now?" Wuqing interrupted him coldly.

With a smile, Wuyan turned his eyes to Wuqing.

Wuqing met the Insatiable gaze, his cold expression remained unchanged, and waved out a jade pendant.

The moment the jade pendant fell to the ground, it turned into a flesh body, which was exactly the same as Yan Ling's, but it was not Wu Yan's original appearance.The jade-colored light flashed across the eyes of the flesh body, and the flesh body seemed to come alive, smiling slightly, with a lively expression, as if insatiable.

"Cheng Siqi agrees with Yan Ling, you can kill Yan Ling in front of him, and you will be able to lure him into the way of the sword. This is the easiest way." Wu Qing said calmly.

Insatiably startled, a bit of stern anger burst out between his brows.

A blush burst from the corner of his eyes, he frowned and closed his eyes, put down Cheng Siqi, stood up with the sword in hand, and walked in front of the fleshy body.

After a moment of silence, he stared at the smiling eyes of the physical body, and said in a low voice, "What if I don't choose this method?"

"No one will force you."

Wuqing sighed suddenly, "But the marriage between Xuanjianzong and Linglong Pavilion is scheduled after Cheng Siqi's Golden Elixir Ceremony. You don't have to give birth, you can degenerate yourself, break the precepts and destroy the Tao, but Master Cheng Shao, you have to practice A sword cannot fail to form a pill."

"Oh."

Insatiable's stern expression changed, and he raised his eyebrows and sneered: "None of my business."

As he spoke, he slammed the sword in one hand on the flesh in front of him.

Almost at the same time, a faint aura rose from Wuyan's body, and quickly faded away like a tide.

The body that was originally between a teenager and a young man elongated and became tall and straight.The brocade robes and silk clothes turned into plain white monk robes and cassocks, and a string of Buddhist beads appeared on the neck, and the faint light passed by.

His appearance was completely different, too.

The nobility and laziness of the children of the aristocratic family transformed into a contradiction between austerity and rebellion, and the smiling eyes and sharp eyebrows, accompanied by the coercion of the half-step Yuanying, became clearer.

"Junior brother, this is the path you chose, you can only go on. Slaying demons and conceiving infants is not easy? Can you still distinguish what is a demon from your heart and what is yourself?"

Wuqing's figure gradually disappeared.

He flicked his fingers, and a little light smashed into Cheng Siqi's body.

Cheng Siqi's body shook, his chest injury healed, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Before the vision was clear, a sharp and cold light struck towards the front door.

Cheng Siqi hadn't figured out the situation yet, he was astonished and wanted to hide, but suddenly his back sank, like a mountain pressing down, directly pressing him tightly, unable to move, he could only watch the cold light stabbing him.

A shadow rushed over, hugged him tightly, and blocked him in front of him.

"Yanling!"

Cheng Siqi stood up abruptly, about to push the person in front of him away.

But it was too late, a long sword pierced through Yan Ling's chest, and stabbed out from Yan Ling's heart, bringing out a blood arrow, which splashed on Cheng Siqi's face, dyeing his eyes red.

"How, how could it be..."

Looking at the tip of the sword in Yan Ling's heart in disbelief, Cheng Siqi hugged Yan Ling's limp body, trying to pull the sword away.

But the person holding the sword seemed to be worried that he was not dead, so he stabbed back and forth twice, holding the hilt of the sword, turning slowly, completely smashing Yan Ling's heart.

Cheng Siqi grasped the tip of the sword and raised his head suddenly.

The slightly ignorant and astonished eyes turned into deep hatred and killing intent in an instant.

Like an angry little wolf cub with his head pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Insatiably staring at Cheng Siqi, he hissed and said, "It's just a person I've only known for a few days, why are you still in a hurry? I think you have good qualifications, and I want to take you as an apprentice, but a fool like this is an eyesore for me. .Didn’t he still partner with others to kill you and steal your treasure? I cleaned it up for you, thank you.”

He changed a plain white cassock into a black robe, and used illusion to make long hair on his head. Half of the mask was buttoned on his face, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and his smile was presumptuous and evil.

From anyone's point of view at this time, Wu Yan is a standard evil cultivator.

"I kill you!"

Cheng Siqi suddenly roared angrily and charged violently.

Fists and feet are like shadows, and the wind breaks through.

Insatiable but without raising his eyes, he reached out and grabbed Cheng Siqi's neck, met those eyes full of pain and hatred, and said coldly: "Want to take revenge? A dead person is worth it?" He smiled contemptuously: "Besides, depending on you, with a mortal body... If I stand and let you chop, you may chop off a hair of my hair?"

Cheng Siqi's face flushed red, and he stared intently.

"Be good as my apprentice and practice swords with me, otherwise..." Wu Yan snapped the body with five fingers, looked at Cheng Siqi and smiled, "I will let his body and soul die, and there will be no reincarnation. Believe it or not?"

Cheng Siqi's face turned pale suddenly, and he stared straight at the breathless Yan Ling, as if his soul had been sucked out.

This love-hate wasn't intense enough, Cheng Siqi didn't even realize it.

But looking at Cheng Siqi's appearance tirelessly, he couldn't say any more cruel words anyway.Maybe the Master Cheng Shao would appreciate him in the future, but now Cheng Siqi is really in pain and resentment.

Letting go and throwing Cheng Siqi to the ground, Wuyan said indifferently: "The difference between a monk and a mortal is worlds apart. If I hadn't lived near the end of my life, I would never force you to be my disciple. You only have one chance, and if you want, follow along. "

After finishing speaking, Wu Yan put the body into the storage bag, turned around and left.

There was a constant hoarse coughing sound behind him, which was suppressed with all his strength.

Not long after walking, a staggering footstep followed up, as if with strong vigilance and vigilance, falling not far or close.

When Wuyan let the relics go down to Zhaowen Temple, it was not a random choice.It's because of the Fenglai Mountain where the Zhaowen Temple is located, there is a small spiritual vein, and there is a sword refining pool on the spiritual vein, which is suitable for exercising and entraining Qi.

Now that the aura is recovering, this place is almost specially prepared for Cheng Siqi to practice again, it is very suitable.

Go straight to the mountains all the way.

In the dark night, dense forests and deep valleys, the lurking traces of beasts appear and disappear from time to time.

One autumn rain and one cold, the rustling night wind passed through the forest, cooling the tireless robes thoroughly.

He paid attention to the footsteps behind him, released the breath of a half-step Nascent Soul, and drove away the beasts in the forest.He slowly adjusted his pace so that Cheng Siqi would not have to struggle too hard to follow.

After walking for a long time, I stopped at the edge of a cliff.

Cheng Siqi didn't approach, but stared at Wuyan with red eyes.

Wuyan didn't care about that, he turned around and grabbed Cheng Siqi, ignoring his struggle, and jumped straight down.

"Walk."

The cloud is controlled by the air, and the dense clouds and mists are pushed away, and there is an extremely cold breath blowing towards the face.

A Wang Zhanlan appeared in front of his eyes.

Hundreds of feet below the cliff, there is a valley full of black rocks.

In the center of the huge stacked rock blocks, a cold pool the size of a small pond exudes a faint cold air.The cold pool is surrounded by strangely shaped sharp swords, among which the tallest giant sword is engraved with three characters in thick blood-like cinnabar, Sword Refining Pool.

It is said that this sword refining pool was once the place where the founder of Xuanjianzong practiced swords when the cultivation world had not been moved and existed in the mortal world.It's just that the spiritual energy disappeared later, and the sword refining pool was also abandoned.

Wu Yan took a drop of water from the cold pool, sniffed it a little, and the spirit of the sword was still there.

"Take it."

He threw Cheng Siqi's Jiqing Sword to him, "Go in. Practice this set of basic sword moves until every move can split the water surface and never let it recover."

Breaking water with a sword, how can there be such a sword technique in the world?

But Cheng Siqi didn't speak, and took the long sword in silence.

When the cold sword struck, Cheng Siqi's body trembled from the ice, and he lifted his dark eyes to look at Wuyan.

"Give me Yan Ling's body."

It was that kind of bottomless stubborn look again.

Wuyi was silent for a moment, then slapped the storage bag, and Yan Ling's body, condensed from the jade pendant, appeared on a black rock in the middle of the Sword Refining Pool.

Cheng Siqi's eyes closely followed Yan Ling's figure, and he walked into the pool without hesitation holding his sword.

The cold air entangled in an instant, and it was cold to the bone.

The moment he entered the water, Cheng Siqi was almost frozen in place.

Large swaths of frost quickly formed on his body, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were all icy white.His eyelids trembled, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Ling's body on the black rock in the center.

Looking at Cheng Siqi's trembling figure, he pursed his lips, took off his coat, and was about to walk into the water when he heard a splash——

Cheng Siqi suddenly fell into the water with a sword.

Water splashed in all directions, hitting Wu Yan's body head and face.

He closed his eyes, and saw Cheng Siqi took a deep breath, ran towards Heiyan, and stretched out his arms to hug Yan Ling's blood-covered body.

Wu Yan stood there and watched for a while, the robe in his hand was lightly twisted, and it turned into ashes in the pool.

He opened his palm, and there was a jade slip engraved with the word Xuanjian, which was the Xuanjian sect's kung fu and swordsmanship left by Wuqing and Jiqingjian.The jade slip exudes a sharp sword intent from the inside out, as if it can stab people's eyes inadvertently.

Insatiably caressing the jade slip slowly, it was as if a sword had really been scraped across his heart, cold and sharp, and then felt the pain later.

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