Chapter 25 Chapter Fourteen

"With Lancang as the boundary, rein in your horse! If you don't want her to become a sacrifice to the moon god—otherwise, when the moon sinks and the palace collapses, it will be the day when the sword breaks and people die!" He could only hear words, yet, looking around hard, he couldn't see anything clearly.Everything seemed to be illusory and undistorted, as if separated by a layer of mist that curled up—he only saw a vast expanse of whiteness, with countless figures in white robes, rising and falling, doing mechanical movements non-stop. Worshiping, the strange sound of chanting spread into the eardrums like waves——

With a strange rhyme and singing voice, the voice slowly diffused into the eardrum like a tide, from the ear to the brain, to the heart... It gradually made him feel drowsy, and for a while, it seemed that time had stood still—he Can't answer, only cold sweat dripping down. "The time has come, the ceremony begins!" After an unknown amount of time, the voice announced mercilessly. Suddenly—the surroundings turned blood red!fire!It's a fire that burns everywhere! He couldn't see her—but he knew clearly that she was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames!She's in the fire... she's in the fire!

"Ah Jing! Ah Jing!" He was as cold as him, and finally couldn't help but exclaimed, he pushed through the fog, searched around, and shouted sharply at the voice in the void, "—stop! Let her out, Let her out!—I promise you!" "It's late...it's already late..." "Once the flame of the red lotus that burns everything is ignited, it will burn away all the sins in the Three Realms..." "Shut up! Let her out!" In a panic, he wanted to cut through the thick fog, but found that it left no trace like water... He didn't know where she was, but he knew she was in the fire... ...in the burning of flames!

"Let her out! Let her out!" He began to lose control, and rushed into the depths of the flames—however, the flames in front of him turned into human faces, dancing, tranced, and distorted. Smile at him. The sunset in his hand was as fierce as the wind, piercing through the layers of fiery barriers, cutting those illusions in two. One knife, another knife... His hand continued to swipe down uncontrollably, but in an instant his face turned pale—that face...that face was...it was his mother!It was the mother who hadn't seen her for twenty years, still maintaining the beauty and gracefulness of when she was in the lake, stretching out her hand to her son and smiling.

Shock. However, he couldn't stop the killing hand, and the Xiying knife slashed across, piercing the barrier—but suddenly, the truncated phantom really bleeds! The blood splashed on his face and covered his eyes. Everything looked blood red... blood red all over the sky. The mother's face suddenly changed, and the face that fell in a pool of blood turned into another woman—— Time seemed to stop suddenly, and even the sky and the earth seemed to be empty. He looked at the blood dripping from his knife in disbelief, one drop after another, and it was so beautiful.It's too late...it's too late!

Ah Jing!Ah Jing! ——After a long time, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength before he called out her name—just two words, but he had exhausted his lifelong nostalgia.Late...just late. Suddenly woke up, the heavy clothes were drenched in cold sweat, as if there were swords twisting in his lungs, he coughed violently. "Stop arguing!" In the outer room, Bi Luo frowned, and couldn't bear to shout at the blue-shirted girl, "Don't you see how many things are busy here?——Ye Huo will be fine! She is a little girl, worshiping the moon What can I do with her?"

Hearing that Chen Bing was outside the gate of the Moon Palace in Xuelou, but suddenly withdrew his troops and retreated, and the morale in the building suddenly dropped—the landlord did not give any explanation for this—Miss Jing’s blood and myrtle sword appeared in the hands of the Moon Worshiper—Renren Zhang and Master Ming Jing hasn't recovered since that fight with Jia Ruo——outside the gate of Qinglong Palace, the ghostly priest in white clothes made such a terrible move, repelling their joint attack, and it was better to hear that Xuelou's disciples were injured and captured. Hongchen blocked a trick for him, and he is still dying...

The second floor master, Nan Chu, sits in the main building of Luoyang, and cannot look far away at southern Xinjiang; Miss Jing has fallen into the hands of the enemy, and the guardian of the world is in danger-now, Bi Luo suddenly feels a heavy burden on his shoulders, making him who has always been carefree and careless about everything , can not help but upset. However, Zhang Zhenren's disciples made a fuss over a trivial matter. "How do you know that she will be fine? My junior sister was captured by the Moon Worship Sect! Don't you go and rescue her?" Ruoshui was also furious, not afraid of the number one guardian of Tingxuelou, " I'm going to see Louzhu Xiao! Is it because we are not people who listen to Xuelou that you don't care about life and death? - How should I say, master and us were invited by Xiaozhu! You..."

Halfway through her words, she was suddenly stopped by Bi Luo's eyes - a violent cough came from the inner room. "The landlord? The landlord?" Listening carefully, the guardian of Xuelou suddenly felt a little uneasy. He stood up and wanted to enter the inner room, but he hesitated outside the door and stopped. Without the landlord's order, no one can trespassing! When he was ill, Xiaozhu absolutely forbade anyone to come close to his side—except for the woman in scarlet clothes. However, Miss Jing could no longer take care of the patient at this moment. The sound of coughing that was suppressed by all means came intermittently, painful and depressed, Biluo who was standing outside the door frowned and lowered her head, sighed long and hard, her eyes were full of complicated admiration and worry, she turned her head to look at the girl in blue shirt: "Don't make the landlord worry about it any more - Miss Jing is the one being held hostage, Yehuo won't do anything."

Ruoshui was startled for a while, and remained silent, but still worried about the situation of his junior sister. "Ahem..." Suddenly, amidst the silence, the door of the inner room opened, and the outside sunlight shone on the face of the person behind the door, pale as paper, but his lips were abnormally red, as if he had just spit out a mouthful of blood. "The landlord." Unexpectedly, the landlord would suddenly open the door and come out, Bi Luo quickly lowered her head and knelt down on one knee. "Cough... get up, get up." Xiao Yiqing supported the door, coughed violently, and ordered intermittently, "For me...for me, call Doctor Mo...quickly." Before he finished speaking, he coughed again and bent slightly Go, even though he covered his mouth with his hands, black blood still oozes from his fingers, making Xue Louzhu's complexion even more terrifyingly pale.

"Yes." Bi Luo didn't dare to delay any longer, glanced at Ruoshui next to her, and quickly retreated. The girl in blue looked at Tingxue Louzhu, her eyes couldn't stop worrying, and she couldn't hold back her words after all, Ruoshui blurted out in surprise: "Xiaozhuzhu! You, you...you need to take good care of your illness. You won't live long. " "Heh..." Lowering her head, waiting for the cough to subside, Xiao Yiqing heard Ruoshui's exclamation, but smiled lowly and shook her head indifferently, "It's okay. Every... every time it happens like this ,Get used to it." "But your primordial spirit... your primordial spirit is collapsing!" I have practiced the Taoist health preservation technique, and when the landlord coughed, I could see that his soul had almost escaped from his body. Weak Shui's eyes were full of worry, "Master, you Still not recuperating! Your lifespan, your lifespan is really numbered!" Hearing the prophecy of the person in the spell, the owner of Xuexue flashed his eyes, but still shook his head slightly and smiled: "If I have to go to recuperate, what about your junior sister?" "Lord!" Knowing that Xiao Yiqing had just heard his yelling, Ruoshui suddenly yelled, "You want to save Yehuo! Please, you must save Yehuo from the Moon Palace!" "Cough cough... put it down, don't worry." He only calmed down for a moment, and his voice was interrupted by a severe cough again. Xiao Yiqing tried to nod, but his eyes were calm, "Zhang, Zhang Zhenren is me... I invited you here. Yes, cough cough, listen to Xue Lou Duan Wu, Duan Wu disregards your reason..." At that moment, the sick and weak person in front of him seemed to have indescribable strength, causing Ruoshui to stop breathing suddenly. "Can, will you know the technique of 'crane soaring to the sky'?" Coughing, Master Xue asked after a pause. Ruoshui was stunned, unexpectedly, the owner of Xuelou also knew about the sect of the sorcerer, and nodded subconsciously—this is the technique of flying messages, and she can manipulate paper cranes with her cultivation level. Xiao Yiqing stopped coughing, nodded slightly, thought for a while, tore off a piece of window paper from the window, wrote a few words on it with bleeding fingertips, and handed it to Ruoshui: "Pass this to Guguang, he will be Do your best to protect Yehuo for me, you can rest assured." "Guguang?" Ruoshui was taken aback, thinking of the Tsing Yi warlock in front of the Suzaku Palace, his heart skipped a beat for some reason—by the way, that's the person from Tingxuelou, right?She looked down, and saw a few words written messily on that piece of white paper: Protect Yehuo.Xiao.The blood on the paper was wet and dripping horribly. "The landlord." Grateful, the girl in blue looked up at Tingxue the landlord, wanting to say something grateful, but Xiao Yiqing waved her hand slightly, turned into the inner room and closed the door.The paper crane was quickly folded in the hands of weak sailors, took a breath, and flew away with fluttering wings. Coughing intermittently by the window, with a heavy burden on his pale and handsome face, there was a self-deprecating smile between his brows: Today...you actually said such an embarrassing thing?Heh, if it had been the past, how could he have used such heavy troops as Gu Guang for a girl... It's just that after hearing Ruoshui's words and thinking that someone important was also taken hostage, he suddenly softened his heart, right? Xiao Yiqing watched the paper cranes fly up into the blue sky, coughing so much that she bent down.He reached into his bosom, wanting to get a bottle of medicine, but his hand trembled a little, one was unstable, the bottle fell to the ground and shattered, and the pills scattered all over the ground.He held onto the window lattice with his hand, thinking of the person who was by his side at this time in the past, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, covered his mouth and bent down, but it was too late, a big mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. "Lord! Landlord!" Outside the door, Doctor Mo didn't have time to report, and rushed in. When he got close, he suddenly felt startled. He didn't dare to walk into Xiao Yiqing's side again, and stood aside, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, with a shocked expression on his face. fear. "It's okay, it's okay... cough cough." As a patient, he comforted the doctor, Xiao Yiqing smiled and straightened up, but his eyes were slightly blurred, even he himself felt that this attack was different from the past, but Ting Xue The face of the landlord was still calm, he leaned against the wall and sat on the soft couch, beckoning to the dazed Doctor Mo, motioning him to come closer, "Give me a pill of 'Concentration Pill'." Doctor Mo was startled suddenly, and subconsciously blurted out: "No way!" Hearing that his subordinates dared to directly refute his orders, Ting Xuezhu's eyes suddenly condensed like needles. "The Ningshen Pill temporarily protects the energy by depleting the primordial spirit—the landlord's blood energy is so exhausted, how can he afford it!" Doctor Mo was not afraid, and he didn't think that the other party was the landlord Tingxue of King's Lin Wulin. He just reprimanded the patient, "The landlord At present, you must immediately adjust your breathing and rest, and stop working hard—otherwise, how can you survive!" "Breath adjustment and rest?" Xiao Yiqing's eyes changed, and she smiled coldly, with a murderous look gathering between her delicate brows, "Ah Jing is in their hands, how can I adjust my breath and rest! I'm going to see Jiaruo tonight! You won't let me Isn’t it medicine?——Bi Luo!” No longer wasting time with the stubborn doctor, listened to Master Xue's high-five, summoned the big protector who was waiting outside, pointed at Doctor Mo casually, and ordered: "Stop him, and give me the calming pill from him." Before the voice fell, Biluo's movements were as fast as a ghost, clean and neat. "Lord!--Lord!" The doctor without any martial arts was restrained, and watched helplessly as his patient gulped down the medicine pill and tea in his hands, but it seemed as if he had drunk poisoned wine. Doctor Mo His face was pale and excited, and suddenly he became angry, "Damn it! Do you think that you have been suffering alone for twenty years? I have exhausted my energy for so many years under the entrustment of the old landlord, damn! I knew you yourself If you don’t want to live, I’ve already left you alone!...I’ve left you alone! Go to hell!” "I'm not going to die..." He drank the medicine, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, dissipating the power of the medicine. Hearing the doctor's scolding so unscrupulously, and listening to the master Xue's eyebrows, there was a faint ruthlessness, opened his eyes, and scanned Glancing at Doctor Mo, "I won't seek death before I don't want to live—but I must stick to what I care about—I don't want to repeat the mistakes my father made back then." Such a sober and gloomy glance swept over, like ice and snow, cold to the bone marrow, even Doctor Mo, who was cursing endlessly, was stunned and paused.He knew a thing or two about the old landlord. Suddenly, Dr. Mo, who watched Xiao Yiqing grow up, had deep emotion and sadness in his eyes. He sighed and was speechless. The Concentration Pill obviously showed its effectiveness, Xiao Yiqing's complexion quickly turned for the better, a strange color of blood appeared on his pale cheeks, making his eyes shine like autumn water.Listening to the landlord standing up, walking calmly and calmly, he opened the door, looked at the sky, and suddenly murmured: "Is it going to rain again?...it's so fast. Do you want to bring an umbrella at night?" Where are you going?" Bi Luofeng retracted his eyebrows, and blurted out: "Lord, do you really want to meet Jia Ruo at the top of Vulture Mountain alone tonight?" "How can we not go?" Xiao Yiqing lowered her brows and smiled faintly, shaking her head, "The matter has come to this point, I also want to have a good talk with Jia Ruo one last time—otherwise Ah Jing might really die." Pause , the sick and weak man held the door and looked at the cloudy sky in an instant, and quietly said the last sentence: "Bi Luo, take care of the disciples here and the world of mortals for me.... I will definitely come back tomorrow." However, after all, he paused for a moment, and listened to Xue Louzhu add a sentence, with gloomy eyes: "If Miss Ruojing returns but I haven't returned, from now on, everyone in Xuelou must obey her alone; if... if Miss Jing and I They haven’t even returned—then, before taking the troops back to Luoyang, it’s up to you to decide here.” The rain started to fall suddenly—although cloudy clouds had been accumulating over Lingjiu Mountain for a long time, and there were faint thunder strikes, but Gu Guang knew in his heart that if it really wanted to rain, it might not be until dark. However, all of a sudden, the rain rushed down ahead of time, and the white mist filled the sky and the earth. "It's Jia Ruo." Looking at the rain outside the window, the Tsing Yi warlock murmured to himself, knowing that this was Feng Yun summoned by the priest, and he didn't know what kind of expression was in his eyes—envy, or jealousy?However, Gu Guang just looked out of the window with his hands behind his back, suddenly his eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand out of the window, and with one move, a white light that was almost invisible in midair swept in and stopped in the palm of his hand. Taking a closer look to see if there are any disciples around him, Guardian Zuo of the Moon Worship Sect spread out his palms, and saw a small paper crane inside—the piece of paper was not big, but the paper crane was folded delicately, vaguely And the aroma.When he came into contact with the paper crane, the Warlock in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, and with his magical remote sensing, the shadow of a girl in blue flashed in front of his eyes—oh, it must be her...it must be the paper crane she folded, right? "Protect Yehuo. Xiao." There are only five short words, but they are written in a dull blood color.Because it flew in the rain, the handwriting was already blurred, and a faint blood color melted on the snow-white paper. Gu Guang was slightly taken aback, and looked at Louzhu Xue's handwriting on it in disbelief—it seemed that Xiao Yiqing was seriously ill again.What's more, tonight he will come to Vulture Mountain to attend Jia Ruo's appointment - but at this moment, he would entrust such a small matter to him? The matter of Shu Jingrong has not been resolved yet, now that Jiaruo is guarding her even more tightly, I don't know how to find an opportunity——Thinking of this, the Tsing Yi Warlock's brows were disturbed: Damn it, the opportunity is nothing, the most feared thing is Even if she had the chance, the strange woman herself refused to escape. Why...how could it be that she didn't escape down the mountain yesterday, but instead went to the temple by throwing herself into a trap? This Shu Jingrong... this woman known as the daughter of the blood demon, who is as famous as Xiao Yiqing in the martial arts of the Central Plains, what kind of thoughts does she have in her heart, that she will give up the opportunity to escape, and instead rush straight to the priest in white? Gu Guang frowned as he thought about it, fiddling with the paper crane unconsciously with his fingers—— Yehuo...Yehuo, probably one of those Tingxuelou troops detained by Priest Jiaruo, right?By the way, it seems that he is also a disciple of Longhushan Zhang Zhenren's disciple--a junior sister of Ruoshui. The Warlock in Tsing Yi remembered, suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and shook his head: Forget it, since she is that girl's junior sister, I can just take care of her... Amidst the sound of wind and rain, the Vulture Mountain was covered with a pale bluish-white, illusory like a dream, even the red lotuses disappeared and hid in the water.The boundless whiteness in front of him suddenly seemed to give him some kind of ominous premonition—as if this world had come to an end. Suddenly, Gu Guang quickly rubbed his fingers together, a faint fire ignited between his fingers, and the paper crane was instantly reduced to ashes. ——There was a white robe floating down from the altar. Jia Ruo. The priest in white came out of the temple alone and walked along the lakeside in the rain, his hair and white robe fluttering in the rain, suddenly, as if he was the only one left walking alone in the world.Send out long songs to browse the wilderness. Gu Guang stood in front of the window of his abode, watching Jia Ruo walking along the lake from a distance—the high priest seemed to have something on his mind today, and walked very slowly, looking down at the lake at his feet. The clear water splits and reunites in the rain cloud. Gu Guang was stunned for a moment: the road along the lake, except for the leader and priests, no one is allowed to walk - even the guardians on the left and right are not allowed to approach.In fact, the small lake full of red lotuses is just a place to dispose of the corpses of people who disrespect the moon god, right?Just like the accumulation of yin energy in the shade of the mountain, if there are too many tombs, as long as there is something that can restrain it—such as a temple, what are you afraid of?Will there be resurrected bones? Why...why did the priest look in awe and deep thought every time he looked at the lake? The Warlock in Tsing Yi was a little puzzled. He watched Jia Ruo leaning down, as if he was about to pick up something from the water, quickly poked his finger into the water, and then lifted it up suddenly—a soft chirping sound came from the wind, and the lonely Guang stared dumbfounded, watching something inexplicably terrifying jumping up from the lake, chasing and biting the priest's fingers! The rain was falling densely, and those invisible monsters that had never been seen before bit Jiaruo's finger, but the priest pointed out, as if there was a scream of pain in the wind, those chasing and biting evil spirits suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke Disperse. Gu Guang stared blankly at this strange scene. Although the evil spirits were wiped out, the extremely sinister spiritual power was still stirring in the air, which made him secretly startled—that, what kind of amazing power was buried At the bottom of the holy lake? ! In the rain, the priest in white stood by the lake for a moment, staring at the misty lake, as if he was thinking about something important.Finally, Jia Ruo leaned down again, took out a small silver bottle from his arms, scooped up half of the bottle of water from the lake, then carefully tightened the bottle and sealed it. Then, as if knowing that Gu Guang was looking at him from a distance, Jia Ruo turned his head and nodded slightly to the Tsing Yi warlock by the window of the abode. It was too late for Gu Guang to avoid it, so he had no choice but to meet the priest's sight, and also nodded in greeting. I don't see how Jia Ruo moves, just for a moment, the white clothes have approached several feet along the edge of the lake, the clouds are gloomy, pressing down on Lingjiu Mountain like iron, and he is about to fall.However, in the vastness of the world, a white dress flutters, as if it is ethereal. In the eyes of the Warlock in Tsing Yi, unconcealable admiration and shock suddenly flashed—what kind of supreme spiritual power is that. "Lonely Light." Unexpectedly, Jia Ruo walked directly to his window, and the rain was still falling densely, as big as green coins.However, there was no wetness on the priest's skirt. Jia Ruo seemed to have made a decision in his heart. He walked up to this colleague who had never been in close contact with him, paused, and suddenly made a surprising move—— "This is for you." The priest in white turned his hand, took the inlaid gem from the forehead ring, held it in the palm of his hand, and brought it to the left guardian, "You hold the moon soul—from now on, here, I hope you can guard it carefully. " Jia Ruo's eyes looked at the vast moon palace, and there was no knowing what kind of expression was changing inside. Gu Guang was stunned, looking at the blood-red gemstone in his pale palm—Moon Soul, which was condensed with moonlight and known as one of the three treasures of the Moon Worship Sect, he hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "Master Priest, tonight's It's not a good omen to not seek life but to seek death before the battle is over..." "Heh." Jia Ruo also smiled, holding the moon soul in the palm of his hand, looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, his eyes were lonely, "Want to die? Then we must have death to ask for." "You still have 'goodness' in your heart, that's good...it's the foundation of the Heavenly Dao." The white-clothed priest didn't say any more, but turned his head, looked at the lonely light, and threw the moon soul on his blue-clothed On the front of the shirt, "I know you are eager to have power... Your talent in magic is also very high, but it's a pity that you don't have enough opportunities-isn't this moon soul just what you need?" Gu Guang's hand trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes imperceptibly, covering his heart - he was confident that the priest would not be able to see his heart... However, how much did Jia Ruo know about his thoughts? Does he know that he wants to use Xiao Yiqing's hand to swallow him and inherit his power? However, why Jia Ruo, who has always been indifferent to friendship, wants to hand over the moon soul, which symbolizes the priesthood, to him now... What is he?The last entrustment on the eve of the deadly battle? Although, after Qinghui's death, apart from the priests, no one in the Moon Worship Sect has more power than him—if Jia Ruo never returns tonight, then the actual power of the Moon Worship Sect will definitely fall into his hands. But... For him, the enthusiasm for these things is far less strong than the desire for power. "I left the handbook in the temple and arranged everything—in a word, if I wasn't here, everything about the Moon Worship Sect would be up to you." The Warlock in Tsing Yi hadn't said anything yet, when he picked up the gem that had fallen on the lapel of his clothes, and looked up, Jia Ruo's figure was already tens of feet away. The clouds were heavy and heavy on Lingjiu Mountain, the sky was blue and the ground was blue, and the wind and rain were precarious. In the vast void, only the white clothes went away like the wind. In Gu Guang's heart, unspeakable complex emotions suddenly appeared, he clenched Yue Po tightly, and his thoughts turned like electricity. "My lord, she refuses to eat." Back to the White Stone House, as soon as I entered, I heard a female disciple timidly complained among the disciples prostrated on the ground.The white-clothed priest glanced at the untouched meals on several connected trays, frowned slightly, but just waved his hand to signal to back down. The disciples didn't dare to look up at the priest, walked backwards on their knees, and closed the door. In the empty huge white stone house, it was suddenly so quiet that even the sound of the wind could be heard - it was so quiet that it seemed that there was no one there. However, there were indeed two people in this room - besides the white-clothed priest, there was also a scarlet-clothed woman sitting silently in front of the shrine, motionless, like a sculpture. "I really regret that I told you everything... I thought that listening to Miss Xueloujing should be bearable." Jia Ruo bent down in front of the silent woman, sighed, and looked at her expressionless face, " However, it seems that Qinglan's head is still too much stimulation for you, right?" The woman in scarlet clothes remained silent, looking down at the smiling face in the crook of her arms, her eyes seemed to have been immersed in a distant place, distracted, as if she didn't hear anything outside her. The broken shrine on the wall was empty, like a sunken black eye socket, staring blankly at her. "When the gods are powerless" - that line of words has been torn apart, and the dark red color on it has also faded.This sentence, it should be that Qing Lan exhausted her own strength that day, but was unable to protect her junior brother and her from leaving Southern Border - God's favor could no longer be counted on, so he chose to exchange the contract with the devil, right? If the gods are powerless...then, it is the magic crossing sentient beings. Staring blankly at the shrine, the blood-stained phantom that she had just pried open the shrine no longer existed—however, she still felt that she was sitting in an endless pool of blood, and her eyes were only blood red, blood red, blood red... Standing in the blood that covered the sky, a child looked around with somewhat melancholy and erratic eyes. Suddenly, he stretched out his cold little hand to the boy in white who was in the middle of the blood, and called him timidly. However, his eyes suddenly blurred—blood!The overwhelming blood suddenly surged from all directions, covering the eyes in an instant!The gentle and forbearing smile of the boy in white suddenly disappeared, and she couldn't see anything... Only the eyes were full of blood red, blood red... In the bloody sky, he opened his hand blankly, and stretched out in all directions, trying to grab something. .However, nothing... What... everything is shattered.The whirling world in front of my eyes seemed to be completely burned by the flames of the red lotus, empty and silent as death, and scattered like fly ash. Qing Lan... Qing Lan.Brother Qinglan. She looked around blankly and lowered her head - suddenly, she saw that familiar smiling face. His head rested quietly in her arms, with a pale face and jet-black hair, calm and composed. She suddenly cried out in shock and covered her eyes. "I didn't expect you to become like this..." Seeing the dazed and disintegrated expression of the woman in scarlet clothes, Jia Ruo's eyes flashed with complicated lights, and he sighed.He raised his fingers, picked up a sword wrapped in white silk from the table in the room, took it out and looked at it, the crimson light shone into his eyes like lightning, he couldn't help sighing again - even life and death are inseparable The blood myrtle was taken away, are they all unconscious? "Did you hear me?" Although the other party turned a blind eye to her own existence, the white-clothed priest insisted on talking to the other party, and suddenly made a series of moves to untie her sealed meridian: "Now you are not with the cripple! It's different... Do you still need these when you are trapped?" Bending down to look at the woman in scarlet clothes, Jia Ruo's eyes were cold and stern—but like a river under a glacier, there was unspeakable pity and pain surging from the bottom.After a pause, the priest made a bang, pulled out half of the Xuewei sword, looked at it, then put it back into the scabbard, and said a word to the unresponsive person—— "Tonight, I will use your blood myrtle to kill Xiao Yiqing." "Did you hear me? - Ming'er, Miss Jing - whatever you call me is fine." "Tonight, I will use Xuewei to fight Tingxue Louzhu - your Xuewei is in my hands, and you are the most important person pledged to the Moon Worship Sect - as an invisible thread to restrain the dragon among people, Make him dare not touch me at all." "A master's fight, life and death - even if the strength is originally between the two, I am sure to beat him now." "Did you hear what I said? - I, will use your blood myrtle to cut Xiao Yiqing's throat." Very slowly, the priest in white leaned down, stared at Ah Jing, and said those few words. Seeing that she was still staring blankly at the dead smiling head, Jia Ruo frowned slightly, and said coldly The last sentence-- "As for you... just hold this head that will eventually rot, and miss your Qing Lan." It was still raining, but it was already dark. The long clothes are in the wind, and the hair is like strands. Standing on the highest peak of Lingjiu Mountain with hands behind his back, he looks over.Between the heaven and the earth, the wind and rain roared like a whistling, as if everything was empty, only him was left alone. He remembered the facial features of a person on the top of the mountain... Unfortunately, the person was no longer by his side. The night was splashed down like ink, and the mountains and forests were completely stained. He lowered his head and looked at the sword wrapped in white silk in his hand. Suddenly, an expression flashed between his brows—at this moment, he heard the sound of the mountain trail. Footsteps in the sky. The priest raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds—even though it blocked his view, he could still see the stars behind the sky when he looked up. "It's just at the second watch—Lord Xiao came on time." Smiling slightly, he retracted his gaze from looking up at the sky, smiled, looked back facing the wind, and looked at the white-clothed man climbing up the stone path, Jia Ruo suddenly turned around like lightning, sword The light is drawn out like a horse. The young man in white who came up from the mountain alone with a black bamboo umbrella has been coughing slightly, and his voice echoed in the empty mountain. However, such a weak person still reacted surprisingly quickly to the sudden attack-at the moment the sword light flowed out, He has already kicked his feet and flung out, rubbing the tip of the sword, his figure is erratic and strange beyond words. "Okay!" Jia Ruo's dark eyes flashed with a needle-like cold light, but the sword in his hand stabbed out one after another, and a strange light blue light spewed out from the tip of the sword. Xiao Yiqing turned her wrist and put the umbrella in front of her. ——With a soft cracking sound, the twenty-four-boned black bamboo umbrella shattered.Tingxue Lord's eyes were also cold and serious, and he poked his fingers into his sleeves, but when he saw the sword light breaking out of the white silk package, his expression changed. "If you dare to draw the sword, she will die!" Seeing the other party's action, Bai Yisi suddenly sneered and scolded, the blood myrtle sword in his hand was fierce and unforgiving, killing his life, "the blood myrtle is in my hand—— She is in my hands! I cast a curse of taboo, and if the Xiying sword is drawn out, she will die!" Between these two sentences, Xiao Yiqing was already forced to retreat three feet one after another. The Xuewei sword cut through his clothes three times in a row, forcing him to retreat along the stone path without stopping.Murderous intent had already gathered in his eyes—no one... never had anyone been able to force Master Tingxue to retreat ten steps in a row like this! However, when he brushed the edge of the sword again and retreated, seeing the familiar sword in front of him, he let go of the knife in his sleeve instead. Xuewei... Xuewei is in Jia Ruo's hands. Taboo curse?He can't draw the sword... he can only retreat, he can't draw the sword! "Tell you, yesterday, it was Ming'er who refused to go down the mountain and go back to Tingxue Tower—" A round of attack was as fast as a wind and lightning, and the eyes of the priest holding the Xuewei sword were cold and sneering. The evil spirit made a strange crying sound, with a faint blue light, and slashed at Master Tingxuelou who was standing back empty-handed in front of her, "She won't... Today, I have unlocked her acupuncture points to let her walk by herself—but She knew I was going to come here to kill you, but she refused to come here..." "嗤", there was a soft sound, his mind was slightly flustered, Xiao Yi's body froze like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the Xuewei sword finally cut a wound on his left arm, blood staining the white clothes. The evil spirit entwined on the sword smelled blood, and suddenly became excited, screaming, and the blue light became more intense. "For Ming'er, Qinglan is more important—it's irreplaceable..." Controlling Xuewei and manipulating the evil spirit, Jia Ruo's eyes under the forehead ring are cold, and her hands are not slow at all, and she is in a hurry. Stabbed Xiao Yiqing's left neck, "You met her seven years late...that's already too late. If only you met her when she was thirteen years old..." "Zheng." All of a sudden, Ting Xue, who had been only retreating all this time, made a sudden move. Although he didn't draw the sword, he suddenly pointed out his finger and flicked towards the blade.Xue Wei, who stabbed at the neck, suddenly shook and bounced back.The resentful spirits lingering on the sword were excited by the pointing wind, and let out a painful cry, and a few strands had already scattered and disappeared. "Let her go!" Back ten feet straight, Xiao Yiqing asked coldly, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice, which made him cough slightly, "Ahem! You, how can you let her go?!" While speaking, the Xuewei sword had been pierced again. Under the upset, the fierce backlash of the evil spirits forced his blood to surge. However, his hand held the handle of the knife in his sleeve, but he still did not pull it out. —— If you dare to draw the knife, she will die! There has never been a sentence that can form such a great pressure and confinement on the master of Tingxuelou, and the palms of his hands are slightly cold sweat. Can't draw a knife an inch. After retreating again, Xiao Yiqing was already in danger. With a sound of "shua", the sword wind wiped his face, drawing a bloody mouth on his pale cheek, and the blood flowed all over his face. However, his hands were tight, and the handle of the knife in his palm was already warm, but he still didn't draw the knife. "She doesn't even want to listen to Xuelou—it's just for a head that is about to rot! Even so, you still don't draw your sword?" There was a slight strangeness in his eyes, looking at the struggling opponent, Jia Ruo suddenly scolded coldly: " You really don’t want to draw your sword? You don’t want to die? ——You must know that there is nothing that can be exchanged for human life!” "Cough cough...of course it is." In the bitter sword wind, the barely suppressed illness suddenly broke out violently. Xiao Yiqing's face was pale, coughing and talking intermittently, pointing toes, avoiding the sword glow, but listening to the words of the snow master But every single word is unquestionable, "So...even if I decide to die here, it's not in exchange for anything!" The Xuewei Sword trembled suddenly, the fluent and sharp crimson light paused for a moment, Jia Ruo's eyes suddenly changed, and the sword that drew the bright light suddenly froze to a standstill, the priest in white paused his hand, as if he had never drawn the sword. "Well said! I finally heard a reason." Jia Ruo suddenly smiled, retracted his sword, and lowered his finger to the ground. Suddenly, with respect in his eyes, he bowed slightly to Tingxue in front of him, "As expected of Tingxue Landlord... Please forgive my presumptuousness just now." Amid the violent coughing, Xiao Yiqing also bent down slightly, but the surprise in his eyes still showed, and he clenched the Xiying Knife in his sleeve even more forcefully: "Ahem... reason? What reason?" "The reason why you are called dragons and phoenixes among men." In the eyes under Jiaruo's forehead, an indescribable complex expression suddenly flashed, which seemed to be desolate and joyful. With this mixed look of sadness and joy, the priest was inexplicable Sighing, he raised his hand to support the empty ring on his forehead, "This is also... the reason I gave myself." Paused, as if suddenly the murderous intent disappeared completely, the high priest of the Moon Worship Sect put his sword back into its sheath, and suddenly rolled up his long sleeves, sending Xuewei far away to Tingxue Lord's hand.Xiao Yiqing coughed, and then he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and clasped it tightly with a "clang". He looked down at the sword that Ah Jing always carried with him, with a worried expression on his brow. "There is no taboo spell—I said it casually." Jia Ruo saw the worry on his brows, and explained it gently, "How could I cast spells on Ming'er...she has to rely on her own strength to stand up now." Get up, that’s why I can’t come here—Lord Xiao, to be honest, I didn’t invite you here tonight for a life-and-death confrontation, on the contrary, it’s…" 他顿了顿，仿佛思考了一下，终于凝重的一字一字道：“我要求你一件事。” 天已经黑了，一名弟子进入白石屋里，给祭司的房间点上烛火。房子里黑洞洞的，死寂无声——那个在这里关了好几天，一直失魂落魄的女子，只怕还呆呆的抱着人头在内室里枯坐着吧？连着两天没吃东西了……一个娇怯怯的女人家，怎么熬的住？ 弟子用火绒点燃蜡烛，执着烛台进入内室，想收拾晚饭时送进来的托盘——然而，看到桌上托盘里的食物居然被吃了大半，负责看守的弟子不由吃了一惊。 他还没有抬头，忽然咽喉就被人卡住，窒息得眼前发黑，手一软，烛台当啷啷掉在地上。 “怎么了？”听得动静，外间的同门惊问，涌入。 那只手放开了他的喉咙，点了他麻穴，将他踢开。然后，那名弟子只听得腰间长剑仓啷一声，跃出剑鞘——昏暗的火光中，剑身反射出雪亮的光、投射在女子苍白憔悴的颊上。 “都滚开！谁敢拦我谁就死！”绯衣女子看着外面抢入的拜月教子弟，眼里蓦然焕发出寒冷的杀意。 雨还在继续下，将整个天地笼罩在漆黑的帘幕内。 灵鹫山上，风雨如啸，仿佛黑黝黝的密林中有无数野鬼山魈跳跃着欢呼。 然而，在石径上交谈了良久的两个人，衣襟上依然没有丝毫的湿意——仿佛有看不见的伞打开在他们头顶，那些密集的雨丝落到上方、就被阻住。 萧忆情看着手中那个银色的小瓶，眼睛深不见底，不知道他心里想着什么——不错，那是圣湖的水——虽然只是一小瓶，然而一拔开瓶塞，就能感受到强烈的怨念和邪力。 那么……一整片湖水，又该是会聚成了一种什么样可怕的力量。 “这就是我所惧怕的东西……”看到听雪楼主沉吟，白衣祭司的视线投注在银瓶上，眼里神色是敬畏的，神色慎重，“你身上流着侍月神女的纯血，是月神的半子啊……别人未必明了，但是你该能洞察我说的是什么意思。” “那么……这真的是你的决定？”沉吟着，萧忆情苍白的脸上淡定如常，然而眸底神色瞬息万变，想起祭司方才那样长的一番话，手指居然有些微的颤抖，“连你……都畏惧么？” “是。我的力量不够，所以才要求你助我一臂之力。”迦若脸色肃穆，回看着山腰中灯火点点的月宫，和那一片已经隐入夜色的湖水，眼神中有痛苦之意，“那里的力量太强了……几百年了，多少人啊——你的母亲，青岚……那些魂魄都被拘禁在湖底，永不能解脱，凝聚成的是什么力量？” 听到“母亲”两个字，听雪楼主的手一震，顺着祭司的眼光看下去。 许久，萧忆情的目光才停留在迦若脸上，忽然苦笑，摇头：“你要我怎么相信……这事情太诡异了。你究竟是谁？我得到的资料里、一直以为你是青岚……可是，真正的青岚居然十年前就死了！？——太不可思议。” 迦若的手按在心口上，仿佛压住了什么翻涌而出的东西，脸上也有苦笑的表情：“那些邪术，能让这些不可思议的事现于世上——真是罪大恶极啊……那湖水不是湖水、而是几百年来流不尽的血！——总有一天，会脱出控制，让一切成为劫灰。” “那末，你是要我按你的计划、助你一臂之力？”听雪楼主的眼睛里陡然闪过一丝雪亮的光，看着眼前白衣临风的大祭司——这，居然是个活了几百年的怪物？萧忆情的眼底有说不出的复杂神色，缓缓握紧了银瓶：“真是想不到……那就是你的要求？” “是，那是我第一次'求'人。”迦若颔首，微微笑了起来，然而眼里神色却是诚挚坚定的，“明河必不肯认同我的做法，所以我暂时困住了她——萧楼主，这天地之间，只有你能助我一臂之力了。” “阿靖在你手上——无论你这番话是真是假，我其实都无推辞的余地。”声音是深思熟虑后的冷醒，然而说到那个名字时，听雪楼主的声音依然出现了难以察觉的微变。 “你看看山下的路上，你或许会相信一些。”迦若的眼睛本来是一直看着月宫的，此时忽然微微闭了闭，不知掩住了什么样的神色，然而说话的时候唇角却是带着奇异的笑意。 萧忆情顺着他的手指看向月宫通往山顶的石径，忽然间手一震，银瓶失手跌落在地上。 “她来了。”迦若的眼睛重新睁开，然而眼里的笑容却是悲欣交集，看着昏暗灯下那个急急拾级而来的绯衣女子，“她终于还是能放下青岚而为你拔剑的……那就好。” 他回看听雪楼的主人，看见对方也在刹那间流露出不可掩饰的震惊欣喜。看着那一袭绯衣，萧忆情的手忽然颤的厉害，心肺都再度纠在一起，压抑的咳嗽起来，感觉肺里的血腥气一阵浓一阵淡的涌出。 “人中龙凤……果然都没有让我失望。”迦若微笑着，微微弯下腰，似乎有些苦痛地按着心口，眼里的神色、即使是听雪楼主也是看不懂的，“那个死讯延迟了十年才传到她耳里……然而，因为有你在、终究还不会成为难以承受的噩耗。青岚如果知道了该很高兴吧？” 顿了顿，仿佛生怕萧忆情再问下去，祭司看了看急速往山巅掠来的绯衣人影，忽然从听雪楼主手中拿过血薇剑，“铮”的一声插入山顶土中。 “我们先走吧。”血薇剑在地上微微摇晃，幻出清影万千，方才刺伤萧忆情后的血沿着剑刃缓缓流下，渗入土中。看着山道上掠来的女子，迦若在雨里蓦的开口说了一句。 听雪楼主怔了一下，然而看到依然无恙的阿靖，脸上的神色却是舒展开来——无论如何，至少有一点确定了，阿靖没有事——那便是目下最重要的一点了。 既然迦若做到了承诺的，那末，如今他便要履行自己的诺言。 在赶来的人走近之前，山巅上两袭白衣双双隐去，没入夜色，只余绯红色的剑在雨中微微摇曳。