What is the experience of being forced to confess

I don't know when the rain has gradually thinned out, probably because it has been raining tiredly, and there is even a bit of blue sky light.Because it is day and night, the edge is dyed with some thin crimson, a bit like the eyelids that have shed tears.Bian Xijun wiped off the glass on the sword, and stood up slowly. Behind him stood a painting screen of smoke and water. The misty rain fell sparsely into the water, and the sky and the lake were changing colors.

Yufeng Island is a very well-chosen place, like a tall and thin sail, standing alone in the water, when you look at it from a distance, you feel buried in the clouds, and when you reach the top, you will see a vast expanse of sky and water.When Du Wuyu picked this island at the beginning, it was probably because he was nostalgic for the remote and lonely water scenery around him. At this time, the light is dim, the rain is continuous, and there are some deep sorrows at sunset.

In addition to the scenery, Yufeng Island has another unique product, which is the sunda stone produced in the south of the island.Although the name is stone, it is a good casting material.Controlling the Wind Island inherits the power of the wind element, which not only contains the unique wing-assisted effect of the wind, but also adds a bit of flexibility of water under the immersion of the waves on all sides.The forging material conceived in this way can carry out neutralization between different ores, benefit all things and penetrate everywhere, and is the best choice for repairing broken marks.

What's more, it is compatible with Du Wuyu's skill body, and it can be said to be perfect for supplementing the ancient wind sword.It's just that the production of this feng shui treasure land is limited, and most of the sunda stones were consumed when the ancient wind sword was first made.Every time the return line of Huangquan runs over like a thunderous car, under the landslide and ground crack, half of it is destroyed and half of it is stained, so it can no longer be used.

Bian Xi-kun stared at the broken sword, which should have been inlaid with the third glazed bead, the turbid surface blurred his cheeks, like holding an old rusty bronze mirror, but Bian Xi-kun's eyes were Like a vast mist, loose and gentle, as if some distant and beautiful things are reflected in it.

He murmured, "I'll fix you." The tone of his speech was very similar to when he bid farewell to Du Wuyu in order to pray for Jiutian Zihuo.A sword won't answer him, and a surprised Yijian Fenghui won't answer him. He is used to monologues and wishful thinking, as if this is the only way to make himself feel better.Bian Xijun's heart is like a dark inner room, if you put something related to Du Wuyu in it, you can fill that place very much, and there is no room for other thoughts.He was thinking so wholeheartedly that he didn't realize that his face was so pale, like an incense stick that had burned to the end silently.

Yishiqiu was also surprised that Ben Xijun would come to him again.

Ao Shou of Thirteen Swords of Sky Burial was cooperating with Guling Shiyan a few days ago, and the situation between that Yandu Grandmaster and Bian Xijun is very close to a broken situation, and it is very easy to turn over the old score.This is not something to put on the table, but Isshiki is keen after all, and he is aware of the conversation behind the laughter.For Ben Xi-kun's visit, he looked relaxed and natural, his eyes were full of warmth and joy, and he looked very sincere.He took the time to exchange greetings: "Why is the Holy Inquisitor here at this time? Depending on the weather, it's probably going to rain again."

The position of Lanfeng Twelve Waves is very high, if it really rains down on your head and face, it should be the first to encounter it.Isshiki smiled again and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and your complexion is still not very good. It must be that something is not going well."

"Ao Shou is very concerned." Bian Xijun responded indifferently.

With a flick of his sleeves, Yishiqiu melted away the pair of cups and cups left on the table, and said without changing his smile, "After all, we are comrades who have been buried in the sky, and it is only natural that we care about each other."

"It seems that Ao Shou still remembers the rule of thirteen knives." Bian Xijun nodded and said, he flicked his sleeves, like a water bird that landed cautiously, retracted its wings, and sat down slowly on the stone bench.Isshiki also said: "Yes, the members of Thirteen Swords should support each other and cooperate with each other."

"Then, can I think that the head of the thirteen knives can be trusted." Bian Xijun said slowly.

Yishiqiu's eyes flickered slightly, the leader of the Thirteen Swords of the Sky Burial had slender eyebrows and long eyelashes, his eyes were smooth, and always had a cold color, like a bright fluorite, but if he reached out to touch it, he was afraid of being hurt palm.But at this time, the words of Bian Xijun knocked them out of the fire, but it was extinguished in a flash, Yishiqiu's expression did not change, and he stretched his eyebrows and said: "Naturally, as members of the same organization, we should not hurt each other. But If you mention this matter, you must ask me for something."

Bian Xijun didn't deny it, and expressed his intention directly.He heard that Yiseqiu has quite a collection, and it is better to collect rare objects. It is rumored that the variant silver blade made by Su Yinshui came from him, so maybe the Sunda stone collected from Yufeng Island may also be unique.

This is naturally not a certainty, after Bian Xijun finished speaking carefully, seeing Yiseqiu groaned for a while, but did not show it, but his eyes were deep, and there was a hidden plan, so he knew that this should be the right way.He calmed down, clenched his hands in his sleeves, and continued: "If Ao Shou really has this thing, then Mr. Bian Xi begs to give up his love. Of course, he will not let Ao Shou give in vain..."

He didn't continue to test, and his words were firm.Yiseqiu looked at him, silent for a moment, raised his eyebrows a little, and then picked up a few traces of warmth, and his words were like the gentle wind blowing willows, slowly moving: "Your Excellency is very lucky to see my collection. Member of the knife, I should have offered it with both hands, but besides that, Isshiki is also a collector and a businessman, and I am not allowed to be favoritism for this fellowship."

"Naturally, Mr. Bian Xi has no face to force the leader, but if one thing is exchanged for another, it should be fair." Bian Xijun said.

Yishiqiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh? If that's the case, you should know that I always like to collect magical weapons, so now it depends on whether you can give up."

Bian Xijun flipped his wrist, and the ground breaking seal appeared in his palm.He held the cold utensil tightly, ignoring the hard edges and corners to poke into his palm.He said firmly, "Of course I am willing."

Hidden in the ground seal was his seal ring of six verses, Mr. Ben Xi slowly placed it on the stone table, and the moment they collided with each other, there was a muffled sound.Under the gloomy sky, the gemstones around him also seem to have shrunk their light, as if they were covered with water mist, or thrown into a transparent swamp, being gradually swallowed up.

This object is not so much a magical weapon, but more like a sacrificial vessel. It was held in the palm of the Holy Inquisitor who admired the sails against the sea, and accepted the praises and salutes of the believers. The body has been stripped off, it is like a seal left over from the old dynasty, it has lost its impressive dignity, and can only be used as an interesting collection, which is held in the hands of the master and sighed.

It may be unwilling, but it can only exist in the past years, and once the time passes, it will be dimmed along with the lost glory.The gem reflected Benji-kun's blurred and distorted face, and the smooth cut surface seemed to be cloudy, as if it was stained with the sand left over from the wash of the big waves. Benji-kun seemed to be unable to bear it, closed his eyes, and gently sighed in his heart. Said, yeah, it really is worthless.

He withdrew his hand, and at that moment, the palm of his hand seemed to be lightly removed, and it was empty.This hand could have held many things, including the slender catkins of a girl, the callused knuckles of a man, and many glamorous objects, but he threw them away one by one.Bian Xijun watched Yishiqiu put the land seal into his sleeve, and smiled on Ao Shou's gentle face, as if satisfied, but also with a strange look of pity.

Yiseqiu said: "Since you are so sincere, I naturally don't want to bear it, so I will go and take out the Sunstone and give it to you."

Bian Xijun nodded, and heard the other party say: "Please wait here for a while." With a flick of his long coat, he melted out the pair of cups and motioned him to drink.Bian Xijun wondered: "Ao Shou was waiting for the ancient tomb to die?"

Yiseqiu's footsteps paused for a while, Bian Xijun's voice tightened, and he said suddenly: "The passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum is unbelievable."

The other party turned to look at him, under the well-groomed snow hair, the beads on the forehead shone brightly, and a few silver pendants were pressed on the center of the eyebrows, illuminating those eyes as deep as ancient pools.Bian Xijun looked at each other calmly, with a pair of peacock eyes flickering. He knew that Yiseqiu still had plans in his heart, but he didn't want to see anyone deceived by the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum like himself. Ling Shiyan used the fortune ball as an excuse to trap me in the first place, and even caused Yijian Fenghui to almost die, such a person who crosses the river and demolishes bridges, who speaks sweetly and has a sword in his belly, must not be with him."

Yishiqiu was silent, his expression didn't move, but he responded gently: "Is there such a thing?"

"Don't be deceived by him, follow in my footsteps." Bian Xijun frowned slightly, and spoke bluntly, but heard Yiseqiu lightly said with a smile, "He deceived you, you must hate him very much."

Bian Xijun shook his head and said: "That's the case, what can I do? Nowadays, everything is complicated, even if Bian Xi Jun wants to take revenge, he has no time to get away."

There was helplessness and hidden hatred in the words, but the other party just didn't answer, his face was silent.The sky above the Twelve Waves of the Blue Peak seems to be getting darker gradually again, and the gloom hangs over the undulating cloud waves, like sea waves before a storm, pushing each other in the whimpering wind, restless and restless, as if they have become There were countless rampaging beasts, and they rushed towards the cliff one after another, as if they were going to crush the hard rock wall.

In this awe-inspiring silence, the gray clouds were glued together with the surrounding air, gloomy and heavy, covering people in all directions.Ben Xijun's heart suddenly beat a few times. In the dead silence, he heard footsteps behind him for no reason, like a snake entangled silently, curling its tail, but he didn't feel it.

And the voice that belonged to the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum seemed to be dimmed by the atmosphere, and it rushed to the back of his neck heavily.Bian Xijun felt a chill in his heart for a while, and heard the Yandu master say: "Bian Xijun, I didn't know that you still have the habit of telling people's right and wrong behind your back."

He suddenly turned around.The dark gray eyeballs of Guling Shiyan are now filled with oppressive cold air, his eyes flicker slightly, like a sharp long sword, turning and piercing into the human body, stirring in the flesh and blood.

"How can I not be annoyed by your behavior?" He said lightly.