The villain's guide to throwing blame

I remembered?What did he remember?

Yue Chen looked at Feng Ling with a vigilant expression. He looked at Young Master Feng's eyes that were completely different from those of the past, and his heart sank.

Just now he claimed to be the deity, so he is no longer Feng Ling, but the remnant soul of Ling Jinglan in the bloody night Styx scroll.

And the chaos and vigorous sword intent in the room seemed to be a good proof for his conjecture.

At this moment, Feng Ling stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Buddha bones, incomplete Buddha bones, monk, why do you still carry this thing in this life? Doesn't the incomplete Buddha heart affect your practice?"

Moondust froze all of a sudden.

How did he know that his Buddha bone was incomplete.

Feng Ling laughed softly, "Don't be so nervous, I am Ling Jinglan, and I am also Feng Ling. Strictly speaking, we are one person."

Yuechen recalled what the auctioneer said at the Dark Tide Auction before, that the sword master Ling Jinglan did not fall, but chose to reincarnate and rebuild by himself, but he didn't know what went wrong. He has no memory of his previous life.

Thinking about it now, the news about the dark tide was probably released by the Fengying Pavilion. It is really unreasonable for the Feng family to say that they know nothing about it.

It seems that there is a reason for the turbulent changes during this period of time.

The bloody storms of the past hundred years are probably inseparable from Ling Jinglan. From the time he gave up his promotion to immortality and shattered his sword to climb the immortal ladder, all the causal lines in this world were entangled with him.

"My situation at that time did not allow me to ascend, and I didn't want to ascend either." As if he had seen through what he was thinking, Feng Ling naturally explained to him, "My primordial spirit is incomplete. can choose to do so.”

"Seeing you, I knew that my original choice was not wrong." Feng Ling seemed to sigh and said something full of deep meaning.

"Okay, I still have a chance to gossip, and now I want to do something that I couldn't finish 300 years ago." Feng Ling stood up and stretched his body.

"What's the matter?" Yuechen asked unconsciously.

The young man squinted his eyes, his expression was the same as before, but his words were murderous, "Revenge."

Recalling the legend about Ling Jinglan a little bit, we all know that he is going to settle accounts with Da Neng who failed to kill him 300 years ago, Yue Chen silently watched him turn around and planned to leave with Jian Qi.

The monk suddenly said, "Feng Ling."

"Huh?" After waking up, Feng Ling, who was more imposing, turned around, looked at the person he had been thinking about for thousands of years, and smiled after understanding his mood hidden under the calm appearance.

"Monk, take this sword and go back to Shaolin. Abbot Huiyuan should be waiting for you at Lingxi Peak now."

After finishing speaking, he threw the flying spirit sword to him, turned around and disappeared from Yuechen's sight.

Yuechen lowered his brows and unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand. The aura left by Fengling above has not dissipated, and the sword aura is as strong and domineering as he is.

After a long time, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Amitabha.

At this time, the wind and clouds in Zhonglu were turbulent, and the powerful figures of all sects and sects seemed to be aware of looking to the west, and a similar aura rose from there, the majestic and fierce sword aura that pierced the sky All the way to the east, it touched everyone's nerves.

Everyone's pupils shrunk unconsciously, and they found out from their memory the terrifying and powerful sword breath that was also earth-shattering 300 years ago, and uttered a name at the same time while trembling with a little excitement in fear.

"Ling Jinglan."

It was Ling Jinglan who came back.

300 years ago, the last saint in the entire comprehension world came back.

A few people feel that the spiritual power circulating in their whole body has been frozen after reaching this conclusion.

The sword master who has been unmatched for thousands of years did not die under the catastrophe, and he was able to reincarnate and rebuild safely after cutting off the fairy ladder.

Then he came back this time with only one purpose.

revenge.

In Xuantian Sect, Xuan Chengzi, who had closed his eyes and meditated, suddenly had his eyeballs trembling non-stop.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, and immediately sent a message to the elders of the sect.

"Open the mountain gate to protect the formation."

After finishing speaking, he quickly returned to the apse, opened the restriction of his cave, and took out a roll of something. He hesitated and shook it, gritted his teeth fiercely, endured the severe pain and put it into his consciousness. Sea.

"Heh, you never won 300 years ago, let alone now."

Xuan Chengzi walked out of the main hall with red eyes, and stood at the highest point of the mountain gate with his hands behind his back, looking west.

"Come on, see for yourself what 300 extra years of hard work can do for you."

At the same time when the great formation of the sect was opened, the Xuantian Sect unconsciously woke up from the cultivation, came out of the cave one by one, and looked up at the west which was constantly sending out powerful fluctuations.

Finally, everyone saw a silver sword glow rushing across the sky from the west, and hit the Xuantianzong's sect formation straightly. After a burst of strong fluctuations, everyone thought that Xuantianzong When the big mountain gate formation couldn't support the sword, it still slowly stabilized.

But the elders guarding the formation watched the mountain-like spirit stone disappear suddenly, and their hearts tightened.

One sword can consume so much spiritual power of the formation, how many blows can this formation withstand, and where does the sword cultivator come from so strong.

The silver light outside the formation gradually dissipated, and everyone could see clearly the man standing in the air.

It was a somewhat familiar face, with long hair fluttering slowly under the surge of sword energy, that handsome face was full of casual familiarity, the only difference was the sudden extra silver sword mark between the eyebrows.

Xiuyun Fengjia, Fengling.

The corners of Xuan Chengzi's eyes twitched slightly.

Although he had guessed this result a long time ago, when he really saw Feng Ling, that is, after Ling Jinglan was reincarnated and reborn, his spiritual power surged and shattered the bricks under his feet.

If I had known... If I had known Ling Jinglan, I wouldn't be where I am today!

If it weren't for the current machine being disrupted and covered up to this point, how could he not count this.

All of this was caused by Ling Jinglan!

Feng Ling stood indifferently in mid-air, lowered his eyes to look at Xuan Chengzi who was looking up at him with hatred on his face, Ling Tian sword appeared in his hand, the moonlight splashed on the sword, and his surroundings were reflected like daylight.

He spoke slowly.

"I'm here to take your life."

As soon as the words were finished, he raised his arm casually, and with a light wave, the surging and majestic sword intent slammed into Xuantianzong's sect formation.

The light blue formation cover fluctuated violently. Everyone looked nervously at the violently shaking protective cover, but heard a slight cracking sound.

Xuan Chengzi's pupils constricted.

He already felt the strong sword intent coming out of the cracks in the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate.

For a moment, his memory was reversed, as if he had returned to Ling Jinglan who was soaked in blood 300 years ago and smashed Xuantianzong's mountain gate formation with three swords. down.

Ling Jinglan, who was seriously injured at the time, cut down the three great masters of Xuantianzong with one sword, and the remaining two have not recovered from their wounds, and there is no one else around him.

Feng Ling reproduced the scene where Xuantianzong almost exterminated the sect 300 years ago. The first sword intent has not dissipated, and the remaining two swords cut down one after another.

"Crack-"

Xuantianzong's sect formation finally made a crisp sound, turned into blue fluorescence and dissipated in the air, and the entire Xuantianzong was exposed to the impact of his cold sword intent.

Xuan Chengzi roared in shock, "Impossible! You sinner cut off the immortal ladder and cut off the luck of the monks in the world. How can you not retreat under the punishment of the catastrophe, and you can become a saint again after reincarnating and recultivating."

Standing in the air with his sword in his hand, Feng Ling was not in a hurry, he was not as urgent as he was a hundred years ago, and instead planned to talk nonsense to Xuan Chengzi.

"Xuan Chengzi, to this day, you still think that this deity is a sinner. It seems that these hundreds of years have not made you any progress. Even if the climbing ladder is still there, I am afraid that your understanding is not as good as climbing the fairy. Chance."

Xuan Chengzi froze under Feng Ling's mocking gaze.

"The way of heaven is always fair, do you really think you can fool the secrets of heaven?"

Ling Jinglan was not the one who divided up the land of the mountains and rivers back then, and it was not Ling Jinglan who broke the rules of the secrets of heaven.

It can be said that their path of practice was abruptly cut off by their own greed.

From the moment Sanskrit took out the Buddha's bone to mend the sky, they were on their way to the end, and he was only looking for justice.

"So what?" Xuan Chengzi sneered, "Cultivating the Tao is a way against the sky, and it's just for one person to become an immortal. I don't have the compassion of the world like Sanskrit. A poor Taoist holds a map of mountains, rivers and society in his hand. Why? Worry that there will be a day when you will not step through the void."

"On the contrary, it is the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha, who is willing to die for all the people in the world. What kind of father are you looking for..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Chengzi's eyelids twitched, he tore off a magic talisman and disappeared in place, and a burst of sword light appeared where he was before.

He appeared not far away in fear, his eyes fixed on Feng Ling standing in the air.

Feng Ling raised his sword and looked at him indifferently, "If you say a little more about him, this deity will make you worse than life and death from now on, and you will not be freed for thousands of years."

Xuan Chengzi was about to speak, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the teleportation array inside the sect kept flickering, knowing that all sects and sects had received the news and rushed over, the corner of his mouth twitched strangely.

"However, should I call you now, Sword Saint Ling, Young Master Feng, or Young Master Ling?"

At this time, Feng Ling finally waited for a familiar spiritual breath, glanced casually at Xuan Chengzi, and replied casually, "For a dying person, shouting anything is meaningless."

Xuan Chengzi twitched his face and said with a slightly ferocious smile, "I'm afraid Ling Jiansheng has not recovered his body at this time. He reincarnated with the help of the evil sect and evil way to rebuild it. It is very similar to your appearance a hundred years ago."

"Demon Sect?" Feng Ling thought it was a bit funny, "Now that you have not grown up and started to deceive yourself, whether the Ling family is the Demon Sect or you are coveting my swordsmanship, you don't have to cover it up in front of this deity Well, the last part of Ling Tianjue is also here with you, do you want me to find it myself after you die, or do you want to hand it over first to save some dignity in front of the disciples?"

"Hahahahaha, you want the last part of Ling Tian Jue, but I'm afraid you won't be able to get it," Xuan Chengzi's eyes were so red that blood was about to drip, "I thought it was unnecessary earlier, I just made preparations, but I didn't Thinking that your realm has not fallen, but you will not be able to get Ling Tianjue, and you will never see the last piece of the map of mountains and rivers."

The spiritual power in his body began to vibrate violently, and a powerful energy seemed to burst out from his dantian.

He wanted to blew himself up, Feng Ling's eyes froze.

But before he could do anything, a string of hand beads flew to the top of Xuan Chengzi's head, and slowly sank, suppressing his surging spiritual power.

Feng Ling lowered his head, but saw the densely packed crowd of all sects and sects standing below voluntarily exiting a road, and Yuechen walked slowly with a familiar staff in his hand.

The monk looked at Feng Ling calmly for a long time, finally smiled slightly, bowed his head and shook his head.

"Amitabha."

Feng Ling also laughed. The unspeakable tacit understanding between the two of them made everyone puzzled. Abbot Huiyuan stood not far away, holding the Buddhist beads and sighed long, as if he had let out the melancholy of a hundred years. out.

All in all, it lived up to expectations.

After seeing Yuechen, Feng Ling's expression softened a lot, he turned his head, looked at Xuan Chengzi, who was restrained by the hand beads and couldn't move, and showed him an inscrutable smile.

"Let me guess, did you put my kung fu in your sea of ​​consciousness, just to destroy it when you blew yourself up?"

A shadow suddenly cast over Xuan Chengzi's heart.

"I originally thought that Duanming and Chang Yunwei should be smarter for you, but I didn't expect you to be inferior to both of them. Even if they died at my hands, they would still abolish my great skills Plan, but you directly put yourself on the tip of my sword."

"What do you mean?" Xuan Chengzi asked coldly.

"Didn't your master teach you not to go to Haisai for everything, especially a ray of divine soul of a saint?"

Feng Ling laughed, his brows and eyes were full of joy.

He raised his hand under Xuan Chengzi's horrified eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and induced the sword soul he felt to come out of the exercise scroll, swimming in Xuan Chengzi's open sea of ​​consciousness, sweeping his icy sword intent The sea of ​​consciousness and dantian of Xuan Chengzi were torn apart inch by inch.

Destroy him from the inside out.

Everyone watched helplessly as Xuan Chengzi screamed and struggled fiercely in front of Feng Ling, and finally turned into ashes and dissipated in the air, while the shimmering Ling Tianjue floated back into Feng Ling's hands, taking back the last breath he had left outside. A wisp of soul, breath soared again.

Really return to the peak, step into the wonderland.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the dark crowd below, and said nothing.

In front of this real sword master, no one dared to speak out, but at this moment, Feng Changming took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Congratulations to Sword Master Ling on his return to the honorable position and entering the holy realm again."

Everyone looked around, bit their teeth, and bowed their heads at the same time.

"Congratulations to Sword Saint Ling for returning to his honorable position and re-entering the holy realm."

Feng Ling flicked his sleeves, lifted everyone, fell from the air, and stood in front of Yuechen.

He gently tossed up the map of mountains, rivers and communities in his hand, and with a touch of his fingertips, the sleeves of Moondust also shone with golden light. After he returned to Shaolin Temple, Abbot Huiyuan handed over the map of mountains and rivers and communities to him together with the staff , didn't say anything, just sighed deeply.

Now it finally comes in handy.

The two fragments merged into a ray of light, which fell into the center of Yuechen's eyebrows.

"You exchanged the Buddha's bones with the heaven and the earth for vitality, and these two pictures of mountains, rivers and communities have no place to go, so they can just make up for your incomplete Buddha's bones."

Feng Ling took a step back, looking at the moon dust with golden lotuses blooming under his feet, the heavy emotions in his eyes seemed to be washed away over and over again, leaving only a clear joy in the end.

Under the eyes of everyone, the golden light on Yuechen's body became more and more intense, and ethereal Sanskrit sounds sounded in the air, as if a hole had been split in the sky, and a golden light projected down and enveloped him.

The breath of the monk in white became more and more calm and heavy, caressing the consciousness of everyone present like a breeze. After Ling Jinglan woke up, they saw the Buddha's Sanskrit Nirvana again.

Under the illumination of such Buddha light, the incomplete ascending fairy ladder that has not been seen for 300 years also slowly emerged in the air.

The monk raised his head, looked at the fairy ladder quietly, and whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice. The golden light of merits and virtues on his body floated upwards, filling up a crack opened by the sword bit by bit.

In the hopeful eyes of everyone, Dengxian Ladder finally recovered and slowly faded away.

None of the two people who were qualified to climb up there chose that heavenly path, and its mission naturally ended.

The monk holding the beads and the young man holding the sword looked at each other, just like the past thousands of years ago, but there was more joy of reunion after a long absence.

But this is different from the past.

The monk took the first step and raised his eyes to look at Feng Ling, "Young Master Feng invited me to Xiuyun to have a look before, but now it's still worth it?"

Feng Ling smiled, "Even after tens of millions of years, it will be counted." He sighed, "Whatever the mage asks me to do, it will be counted."

"As long as you're here."

At this time, the sky suddenly broke, the dark night finally faded, and the morning sun jumped up, sweeping away the gunpowder smoke that hadn't dissipated in the past hundred years.

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The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the pavilions and pavilions.

Nine Clouds Pond is shrouded in warm mist all the year round, but the moisture is all blocked out of the corridor by the gauze curtain as thin as onion's wings. What remains under this winding corridor is only the breeze, blowing over the faces of tourists. superior.

Looking from a distance, there are two figures hidden on the Fengyun Pavilion behind the clouds.

The monk in white was sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a teacup in one hand, and instead of holding a Buddhist bead in the other hand as in the past, he gently held another person's hand.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, his hair was loose, and his bones were lying loosely on Yuechen's lap, enjoying a leisurely life that he hadn't had in thousands of years in the fluttering breeze.

"Moondust."

"Ah."

The person who spoke first fell silent, and after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sanskrit."

"Ah."

His head moved slightly, and the brocade-like hair also slid on the monk's robe, and spread out even more. Feng Ling half turned his face to look at Yue Chen's drooping eyelashes, tightened his hands slightly, and then sighed. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"Master, Dharma Venerable, Monk." After changing the titles he was used to shouting one by one, Young Master Feng always felt that something was missing, and after thinking hard for a while, he slowly spit out another word with a half-smile.

"enemy."

Yue Chen didn't move his eyebrows, but his eyelashes flickered twice, and after looking at Feng Ling's smiling eyes for a moment, the corners of his eyes unconsciously showed a helpless smile.

"Ah."

Respond to you, respond to everything you call.

The monk sighed indulgently in his heart.

It has been more than half a month since he returned to Xiuyun with Feng Ling, and the things that had troubled them for nearly a thousand years have all disappeared like clouds and smoke.

Whether it was Ling Jinglan and Fanyin in the old days, or Feng Ling and Yuechen in this world, the fates of the two had already been mixed up on the Sansheng Stone, no matter how they were counted, they were all messed up.

After trying a few times, he was dragged to the edge of Jiuyun Po by Feng Ling, who had no patience, and left everyone in the Feng family behind, and he didn't want to calculate any more messy secrets.

"Mage, have you counted what happened a hundred years ago?" Feng Ling was obsessed with the sunspots, thinking about the situation on the chessboard, and asked Yuechen, who was still worried.

Of course it never happened.

"That's it, don't say you didn't count anything, you just counted something, will you let go?"

- Click.

The jade was lightly tapped on the chessboard, Feng Ling raised his head, and looked at him with a calm expression, the broken soul retrieved from the Blood Night Styx Scroll did not make Feng Ling any different from before, it just seemed more elusive up.

There is neither the fierceness that cannot be concealed by a sword master, nor the arrogance of a young man from a family, but Yuechen knows that they have not disappeared, but combined together, hidden deeper in his character.

"I won't." Feng Ling, or Ling Jinglan from a hundred years ago, raised his head and met him with deep eyes.

Yue Chen unconsciously moved the hand that was holding Feng Ling, and gently touched his face under his suspicious eyes.

After feeling the temperature on his face, Feng Ling unconsciously tightened his hand, held his hand tightly, pressed the back of his hand against his face and slowly rubbed it twice, then sighed in satisfaction. Take a breath.

This fairy day.

Yuechen couldn't help laughing, "Just lying down like this, let me enjoy this pot of good tea?"

This tea is really good tea, even the Feng family doesn't even have one tael in stock, and Shaolin has only produced less than half a catty of sweet-scented osmanthus in the past hundred years.

This was found by Abbot Huiyuan before Yuechen followed the young master of the Feng family without looking back, finally stopped him, and handed him the storage ring with a heartache on his face.

They are all the treasures that the abbot has privately collected for so many years, spiritual artifacts, medicine pills, tea, and several altars of good wine. He can't drink them, and he doesn't know what they are hiding.

Of course, in the end it was cheaper for Feng Ling.

Feng Ling smiled and didn't say a word. After seeing Yuechen put down the teacup, he supported his knees and slowly straightened up.

"Not really, I can't taste it." The young man's breath was very close, and a faint cold fragrance invaded Yuechen's nostrils.

The white-clothed monk lowered his head and saw Feng Ling's lips close at hand, silently bent the corners of his lips, and leaned forward one step ahead.

Feng Ling never thought that the aroma of tea could be so soft and hot. Mingxi tea should have a lingering aftertaste, like drinking ice springs, but when he tasted it, he only felt that he The spirit became more and more dizzy.

Wants to drink like a bull too, thirsts for more.

The rustling sound of the brocade rubbing against each other continued, and the sound of the jade pendant and jade ring falling to the ground became much duller. The teapot on the table was knocked open at some point, and the lingering and overbearing fragrance of tea surrounded the room, enveloping the two of them. are buried in it.

Feng Ling only felt that such a cold and hot tea fragrance was going to swallow him whole, and his spirit and heart lake kept boiling and trembling, constantly digging out the joy that gushed out from the bottom of his heart, wrapping him in from the beginning to the end.

It is said to be tea, but it is much stronger than wine, Feng Ling thought half asleep and half awake when his soul was soaked in the warmth.

Outside the window, the bell hanging on the corner of the eaves in Jiuyun Po was shaken by the wind, leaving a quiet time, and drifted to a far away place along the wind.

Inside the window, everyone is drunk.

There is no need to wake up Huachi Shenjiu, and life is peaceful and self-forgetful.

It's over!happy!

This book has a lot of deficiencies, until the end I couldn’t write the ending, and the readers and children also ran away, but I ended up strong in the end. There may be many shortcomings in this ending. I will come back and revise the article when I have time. However, it is also my first book, and it has many different meanings.

If there are readers who see this, thank you very much for your support!Will work harder in the future!

Well, if there are any extra episodes, I will put them directly in this chapter of this chapter in the future!Goodbye everyone~