Heavenly Master raises ghosts daily

The scene he saw before came and went suddenly. Lu Changsheng was still experiencing the scene where Lu Ping killed him with a sword. Now he suddenly saw the opponent's face appearing in front of him again. Lu Changsheng could only react instinctively.

Second time.

Although he knew that what he saw just now might be a trick by Wei Yuyang, but if he just played the previous scene again to provoke Lu Changsheng and Lu Ping, why did he have to switch characters...

What Lu Changsheng saw just now was more real than what he saw before when he killed Lu Ping with a single sword. Even though the real thing has returned to reality now, Lu Changsheng's heart is still aching.

Raising his hand to press his chest, Lu Changsheng's eyes were full of bewilderment, and he slowly exerted force on his palm, it seemed that only by pressing in this way, his heart would not suffer from pain.

Lu Ping has been paying attention to Lu Changsheng all the time. Seeing his actions, he doesn't care about being sad because of the other party's previous rejection. Lu Ping looked at Lu Changsheng nervously, looking at his body, whether he was injured because he fell from above, "Changsheng, Where are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine." Lu Changsheng shook his head. The worry in Lu Ping's eyes could not be faked. He bent his lips and pinched Lu Ping's palm with his fingers. Lu Changsheng continued: "I just saw something just now."

His heart skipped a beat, Lu Ping's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Did you see... what?"

Lu Changsheng didn't hide anything, "I saw it, take this sword—" The picture in his mind became clear in an instant, "I saw you killed me with the Yanxuan sword."

Lu Ping's face suddenly changed, his eye sockets were red, and the hands naturally hanging by his side were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, Lu Ping's reaction seemed to tell again that what Lu Changsheng saw was true.

There was some congestion in his throat, his chest was pressed by a big stone, and he couldn't get up or down. Lu Ping wanted to say something as an explanation, but found that he actually had nothing to say. No matter how much he said, it would depend on whether Chang Sheng would believe him or not.

Seeing Lu Ping's reaction, Chang Lu smiled angrily, "Aren't you going to say something? It's as if I've made a conclusion for you like this?"

"Will you believe me?" Lu Ping asked softly, with imperceptible hope in his tone.

"You said it, and I will believe it." Lu Changsheng didn't know why such a sentence caused Lu Fangcun to be in chaos.

Lu Ping closed his eyes, he was struggling, his mouth was opening and closing, his eyes were revealed, and the bottom of his eyes was full of hesitation.

Lu Ping was apprehensive, even afraid. Lu Changsheng never thought that he would see such emotions in him one day. In Lu Changsheng's impression, Lu Ping was indomitable and omnipotent. He had nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to make him He is intimidated.

The hand holding Yanxuanjian slowly tightened, and Lu Changsheng raised it, "Is it related to Yanxuanjian?" Lu Changsheng asked, thinking that the scene he saw was probably true.

Lu Ping's eyes darkened, and he nodded with difficulty, "Changsheng, I will not harm you. Even if I kill all the people in this world, I will not let you damage a single hair."

"I know." Lu Changsheng nodded. Hearing Lu Ping's rebellious words, his stern face was broken, and his brows and eyes were raised. "Don't say that you seem to be a big villain."

Lu Ping pursed his lips, what he said was true.

I have known Lu Ping for a long time, if he really had any ideas, Lu Changsheng would have gone to see Lord Yan long ago, so how could he be here?

He felt that the scene where Lu Ping pierced his heart with a sword was real, but Lu Changsheng wanted to know more, under what conditions did Lu Ping do such a thing, and what was Lu Ping's reaction after taking the sword? Changsheng didn't even see it, and that's what he cared about the most.

"Can you say it?" Lu Changsheng asked again. There was no cause and effect for the words, and they came suddenly. Lu Changsheng believed that Lu Ping could understand.

"I'm sorry Changsheng, give me some more time." Lu Ping closed his eyes in pain, as if thinking of something bad, his brows frowned.

"I'll give you time." Seeing Lu Ping like this, Lu Changsheng couldn't bear it, he raised his thumb and touched Lu Ping's brows lightly, trying to smooth his brows, "I'll talk about it when you want to say it. I won't force you."

"Changsheng..." He grabbed Lu Changsheng's finger, lowered his head reverently, and lightly touched his fingertips with his lips. Lu Ping lowered his eyes, and his scorching breath hit the back of Lu Changsheng's hand.

"Cough..." Blushing, Lu Changsheng quickly withdrew his hand, his eyes avoiding Lu Ping's obviously unfinished expression, he looked around, there was a relief on the stone brick, and a torch was embedded in the mouth of the relief, "We fell from above down?"

"The ground above was broken just now, and we fell into this secret room." Lu Ping walked up to Lu Changsheng's side, and touched the wall with his hand, it was hot.

It's not the heat from the torches, but the heat that comes from being roasted by a fire behind the wall.

On the other side, Lu Changsheng imitated Lu Ping, like putting his hands on the bricks, and then bent his fingers and tapped lightly, "Dong Dong".

"Lu Ping, this wall is empty." Lu Changsheng said.

Hearing Lu Changsheng's words, Lu Ping made seals with both hands and didn't think much about it.

In his consciousness, Lu Changsheng was infallible, so in a flash, a dark red spell appeared in the air, and his fingers traced the light yellow spell pattern on the rune paper.

A talisman was drawn in an instant, and his fingers manipulated the talisman paper to stick it on the wall. Lu Ping pulled Lu Changsheng behind him, crossed his arms, and opened his lips lightly, "Break."

The talisman paper and the wall exploded in an instant, ashes and bricks fluttered on the ground, dust filled most of the space, and Lu Changsheng's eyes were also covered.

Although there was Lu Ping in front of him to protect him, he was not hit by stone debris, but there was no way to cover up the dust. Lu Changsheng raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed a few times. His throat was thirsty, and it took Lu Changsheng a while to recover. good.

The ashes in front of him had completely fallen to the ground, and the unbearable feeling in his throat had disappeared.

The dim light of the torch in the secret room shines into the next space through the hole in front of you. The environment in front of you is completely different from the place where Lu Changsheng is now. If this place is a dilapidated ruined wall, then the place opposite is an immortal The volleying Bai Yujing.

The white marble is laid flat on the ground, and because of the light intake, the eternal lamps in the palace are also lit up. On the high platform in the distance, there are steps paved with white jade, and a throne carved with gold, stone and precious jade. Behind the throne is a huge emerald barrier. , engraved on it are eagles, kites and birds. The feathers of those animals are emerald, and the eyes are gemstones, shining under the light, which is extremely luxurious.

Lu Changsheng never imagined that in such a place, in such a place, there would be such a treasure inside the unpopular, dilapidated and dilapidated museum.

The beating speed of the heart gradually became faster. When Lu Changsheng saw this Luanjia, his emotions were no longer under his control. His eyes were fixed on the throne not far away, and Lu Changsheng's eyes were lit with longing and obsession. , he lifted his steps, and was about to go in pursuit of the supreme glory.

"Changsheng." Sensing the strangeness in Lu Changsheng's eyes, Lu Ping stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, but the moment Lu Ping wanted to pull Lu Changsheng back to his side, Lu Changsheng pulled out the rusty Yanxuan Sword and swiped it hard. It was about to break Lu Ping's arm.

Ordinary people would let go and dodge if they saw other people making such actions, but Lu Ping was not an ordinary person, and Lu Changsheng was not someone else to him.

The rusty blade was still sharp, and a three-inch-long bloodstain appeared on Lu Ping's arm in a flash of strong wind. There was copper rust around the wound, and the blood stretched along the forearm. The bloody smell permeated Lu Changsheng and Lu Ping's arms. around.

His expression didn't change at all, and Lu Ping didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain, but he didn't let go of Lu Changsheng's hand that was tightly holding him.

Lu Changsheng didn't know what was wrong with him, all of a sudden he could only see the radiant throne, which was attracting Lu Changsheng, wanting to overcome all difficulties, he walked over.

The arm was pulled behind him, Lu Changsheng was a little impatient, and wanted to deal with the obstacle that blocked him, but when Lu Changsheng raised the Yanxuan Sword again, his nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The scene in front of him was divided. Lu Changsheng saw the throne for a while, and Lu Ping's bloody arm for a while.

After waking up all of a sudden, the attraction of the throne to Lu Changsheng was no longer so strong. Lu Changsheng had other things in his eyes. After seeing Lu Ping's injured arm, and the fact that the other party didn't intend to bandage it at all, the arm was still bleeding. Lu Changsheng completely forgot about that throne.

"Lu Ping!" Lu Changsheng frowned nervously, holding Lu Ping's forearm, about to tear off his clothes and bandage him.

The movement was stopped by Lu Ping, the person in front of him was injured and still smiled, "I'm fine." Lu Ping softened his expression, Changsheng was worried about him.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng's eyes were all about Lu Ping. This discovery made Lu Ping very happy. He seemed to have forgotten that the wound on his arm was caused by Lu Changsheng.

Lu Ping didn't let go of Lu Changsheng's hand, which was tightly held by him. Lu Changsheng looked at Lu Ping's movements, and then at the Yanxuan Sword in his hand. There was blood on the rusty blade. connected in series.

"Why don't you hide?" Lu Changsheng pursed his lips, his eyes were full of self-blame, he threw Yan Xuanjian aside, and stretched out his hand to touch Lu Ping's wound, but his hand stopped abruptly in the air, he didn't dare.

"I know, you won't hurt me." Seeing Lu Changsheng's self-reproach, Lu Ping felt a little depressed. He rubbed Lu Changsheng's hair, slid his fingers down and pinched the back of the other's neck soothingly, Lu Ping said in relief.

"The arm is cut, will I still not hurt you? If my sword hits your heart instead of your arm, will you suffer it too?!" Lu Changsheng raised his voice, and he threw it away. Lu Ping took a few steps back with his hand, "Lu Ping, you can't..." The last voice was scratching in the throat, like the low cry of a young animal.

Lu Ping didn't answer, his face still had a slight smile, but his eyes were firm. Lu Changsheng understood it all at once. Lu Ping's expression was saying that he would, even if Lu Changsheng was facing him with a sword, even if a sword If it runs through the chest, Lu Ping will also suffer.

His heart suddenly emptied, Lu Changsheng stood there blankly, his eye circles suddenly turned red, he looked at Lu Ping silently, and silently shed tears.

Lu Ping seems to be used to forbearance, as if he has restrained himself for many years.