pillow mountain river

Zhen Hanshan opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.The room was lit with refreshing incense, but he underestimated the ability of the snake god Simeng, and he was also bewitched by that memory, and couldn't help but fall into that memory.

He gripped the sachet next to his pillow tightly, and there was a strong smell of spices from the sachet, which finally calmed him down.However, once the dusty memory is awakened, there is no way to seal it up again.

That scene reappeared in front of Zhen Hanshan's eyes, everyone, every face, and everyone's eyes were vividly visible.

On the ancient battlefield that was re-stained with blood, the corpses of monks and water monsters were scattered all over the floor.In the center of the battlefield, there were actually fewer corpses.

Dozens of monks hold long swords, with the tips of the swords pointing in the same direction.The defeated man knelt on the ground in embarrassment, the hair crown that tied his hair had been shattered by the sword energy, and the white hair slanted down, spreading all over the ground like flowing moonlight.

The man was besieged like a trapped beast, and his body seemed to be covered with a thousand weights of force, and he couldn't even lift his arms.He has no power to fight back, even kneeling is a bit difficult, but even in the face of desperation, he still looks neither sad nor happy, and his dark red eyes are as calm as an ancient well.

"Water monster, you are unwilling to live in the north, but went south to invade human land. Now that you are defeated by the sword, do you know your mistake?"

The monk's voice was like a bell, and the clear voice spread to every corner of the battlefield.The defeated Shui tribe knelt on the ground and shivered.

The white-haired man in Zhenxin sneered, raised the corners of his mouth, and raised his jaw with difficulty, so that everyone could see his dismissive expression.

"I was wrong, but which one of you is less wrong than I am?"

One of the monks said angrily: "You monster, you don't know how to repent when you are about to die!" A sharp sword intent swept towards the white-haired man, and there was another bloodstain on his cheek, the blood seeped out and merged into a stream of blood The snake meanders downward, dripping on the clothes.

The clothes on his body were soaked with blood, and the blood stains on his own and those of others dried up, causing the original color of the clothes to be covered by blood.

"Qingyun, tell me, did I say something wrong?" The white-haired man smiled and looked at the monk not far away.The sword repairer lowered his eyes and made no statement.

"You are on good terms with the prince of the Dragon Clan of the Northern Territory. The prince treats you with sincerity regardless of the distinction between monsters and monsters. But you broke your promise and cut out the heart of your friend with your own hands, which greatly reduced his cultivation and made him unable to serve as the guardian of the clan. "

Before Jianxiu could speak, the monk beside him reprimanded, "Shut up! You are still bewitching the public with your lies and pouring dirty water on Master Qingjun!"

"Qingyu, you are so eager to defend Qingjun, you are indeed the same kind of person as him. It's a pity that if your senior brother finds out your identity as a demon cultivator, for the sake of righteousness, he will kill you without hesitation," Bai Fa The man curled his mouth and smiled.

Qing Yu's face became ugly, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Nonsense!"

"I can talk nonsense, but you have thousands of demon inner alchemy and the lives of thousands of little demons in your hands, so you won't lie." After hearing this, Qing Yu's face was still calm, but killing intent appeared in his eyes.

When the two were in a stalemate, someone said, "Kill this monster quickly, and don't let him confuse people."

"Yes, kill him!"

"Quickly let this monster pay with blood!"

Facing everyone's dagger-like sharp gazes, the white-haired man raised the corners of his mouth fearlessly. He seemed to have envisioned today's situation and had no fear of the imminent death.

"This monster has no regrets, even if we kill him today, it won't serve as a deterrent," Qing Yun said.

One person followed Qing Yun's words, "Really Qing Yun is right, but this monster has killed so many people, if you don't kill him, wouldn't it be impossible to warn others?"

"I have a way," the white-clothed friar said with a smile. "Since he hates humans, why not let him taste what it's like to be a human. Seal his ability and let him live in a human body."

"My sect alliance has always advocated benevolence, justice and compassion. This approach will not only increase the number of murders, but also serve as a warning to future generations."

"Reverend Qingfei is merciful, and his intentions are good, but keeping such a monstrosity is always a disaster. How can we guarantee that he won't get rid of the seal one day and endanger the world again?"

The monk in white smiled slightly, "Fellow Daoist, have you ever heard that mountains and rivers return for a while?"

"The mountains and rivers will return for a while?" Everyone was discussing, but they didn't understand what he meant.

Qing Yun said, "But it is a formation left over from ancient times? According to rumors, after a monk enters the formation, no matter how strong or weak he is, he will be no different from ordinary people."

"That's right, the return of mountains and rivers will limit the cultivation of monks, but it can also restrain the desire in the heart. It is perfect for dealing with such monsters with excessive killing desires."

Someone asked, "Although this method is wonderful, who will be sent to guard the water monster? The return of mountains and rivers can trap monsters for a while, but for monks, is it not a cage?"

Cultivators live longer than ordinary people, but most of them die of old age before stepping into the immortal gate.Except for a very few talented wizards, it may be possible to experience the bliss of the fairy family.

For everyone, who would be happy to wait for a good day instead of cultivating and guarding a monster?

"In my opinion, it's better to kill him, once and for all, what kind of kindness do you need to talk about with this monster?"

"Reverend Qingfei is a kind person, but there is no need to pity the life of a monster. It is a good thing for everyone that he is dead!"

"Let's see who is willing to return for a while, and then make a decision," someone said.As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at it one after another.The man turned pale, and hurriedly said: "The magical power of the Xiaodao is low, I'm afraid it can't bear the influence of Guiyi."

Everyone insisted on their own words, and a voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"I would like to come back for a while."

The sound is like spring water stirring stones, and the sound is lingling.The owner of the voice stepped forward, wearing a spotless blue dress.

"Who is this?"

"Mr. Hanshan?"

"Is there really anyone willing to join the battle?"

Zhen Hanshan's words were like a stone falling into a pond, causing ripples.The expressions of the monks next to him changed, and they discussed with others in a low voice.

"Who is he? So familiar."

"You don't even know one of the best pharmacists in the world!"

"I heard that he and the water demon were old friends, did he release the monster in secret?"

"How is it possible? Lord Hanshan broke with that monster long ago! In this battle, Lord Hanshan gave countless life-saving pills, and the one you ate last time was made by him."

"Having said that, he and the monster are old acquaintances after all. Let him guard, and the sect alliance will feel relieved?"

"Then why don't you join the battle?"

"Zongmeng thanked Lord Han Shan," Qing Yun said, and everyone fell silent.The leader of the clan alliance is the leader of the monks in the world. Since the previous leader failed to cross the tribulation and died on the way to immortality, Qing Jun has become the leader of the clan alliance.As soon as he said this, it was tantamount to expressing the attitude of the clan alliance.

Others did not dare to comment and acquiesced to Qingyun's decision.

"Starting today, the Northern Territory Water Demon will temporarily take custody of the forbidden area of ​​the Zongmeng, and will be sent to Shanhe by Lord Hanshan for a while at another time."

The eyes of the monks converged on the center of the formation again. The white-haired man looked pale. The longer the time passed, the more pain the formation would inflict on him.

Bearing the excruciating pain, he straightened his body and faced the crowd. Whether the monk let him live or let him die, the expression of this man did not change.

Until Han Shanjun walked into the crowd, the white-haired man saw him, his white eyebrows trembling slightly, like a fragile butterfly flapping its thin wings.

Those beautiful eyes looked at Zhenhan Mountain, and the emotions in them were half hidden by the slender eyelashes.The white-haired man's Adam's apple rolled, and he struggled to show a smile. Different from the previous ridicule, this smile was as simple as a child's innocent smile.

"This monster doesn't know how to repent!" The monk who controlled the formation was furious, holding a flag in his hand, and waved it into the air.

The white-haired man frowned, and the heavy pressure on his shoulders seemed to add another weight, forcing him to the ground forcefully.

He fell down heavily, and once that strength of support was broken, he could never stand up again.Bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the blood-red ground.Afterwards, a stream of blood spewed out of his mouth and sprinkled on Zhenhanshan's clothes.

The white-haired man has loose hair and blank eyes, but he is still subconsciously looking for something.He reached out his hand and kept touching it.

"What is he doing?" the monk who was close asked strangely.The monster seemed to have cast off its sharp armor in an instant, and without that vigor, its beautiful face became more conspicuous.Like a beautiful and fragile butterfly, he landed in a pool of blood, flapping his wings helplessly.

If he didn't know that this is a ruthless monster, maybe the monk would have a heart of love and compassion.

Is he looking for something? the monk thought.

The white-haired man's consciousness is no longer clear, he only maintains the instinct to find something, stretches out his arms, and feels around.

Zhen Hanshan knew what he was looking for, the thing the white-haired man was looking for lay quietly at his feet.Zhen Hanshan leaned over and picked it up, it was an ordinary wooden hairpin without any patterns, even ordinary people would despise its cheapness.

Those who tried their best to find it were dressed in fine clothes, and the blood stains could not hide the good quality of the cloth.His hair crown is even more expensive and exquisite, embedded with expensive gemstones, but the hairpin that fixes the hair crown is plain and unadorned, even crude.

Zhen Hanshan delivered the hairpin to the white-haired man, the white-haired man raised his eyebrows and smiled, his smile imprinted in Zhen Hanshan's eyes, causing Zhen Hanshan's chest to shrink suddenly, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Zhen Hanshan stood up indifferently.The wind mixed with the smell of blood hit his face, but he felt that everything around him was unreal.

Obviously, he remembered everyone's expressions, actions, and words.Zhen Hanshan only thought it was a dream.

The incense from the censer dispelled the bloody smell lingering in the nose.He stabilized his mind, closed his eyes, and drove away all distracting thoughts.

The bright full moon sent the moonlight to the earth, and the leaves groaned in the wind.Reality and illusion blur the boundary, like a dream but not a dream, seem real but not real.

Zhen Hanshan clenched his hand into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.Not long after, his usual indifference returned to his face, and the wavering hesitation disappeared.

The gauze curtain swayed, and the flowing wind blew into the house.Zhen Hanshan suddenly remembered something, and hurried out of the inner room, the small bed in the room was empty, and the heat on the quilt had already cooled down.

The feeling of constriction of the heart is so clear, as if there is a worm inside, and the worm is gnawing at the flesh and blood, drilling countless small holes in the heart.

Erdong is gone!

Zhen Hanshan strode outside, looking for Er Dong's figure among countless corpse-like sleepwalkers.

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