webnovelvip Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Wen Ziyi looked like a child who did something wrong, slowly rubbing her hands against the wall with her hands behind her back, her voice was very low:
"Master, I didn't eavesdrop..."
Fang Xingjian glanced at him.
Wen Ziyi's cultivation base is now higher than his, and the entire Demon Palace is within the range of his spiritual consciousness, so it's not "eavesdropping", it's just an honest observation.
I haven't seen him in a hundred years, and the child in Fang Xingjian's mind can no longer overlap with the mature young man in front of him. It seems that in the blink of an eye, this small seedling has been full of water, and it has grown into a big tree with strong muscles and bones, and its roots have penetrated deep into the ground. .
On the familiar yet unfamiliar face, there was no trace of the arrogant look of his youth—the round eyes had grown narrow and long, and the shadow of Fang Xingjian was reflected in the golden pupils, and he looked at him with bated breath, not daring to breathe.
Fang Xingjian saw his pale complexion, red cheeks, and deep blue-black eyes.
No matter how handsome this face was, he couldn't feel the charm exuded by Wen Ziyi, he could only see his abnormal sickness.
Fang Xingjian subconsciously asked, "Are you sick?"
Wen Ziyi's face was stunned, her golden pupils trembled, as if she didn't expect the master to ask such a question, it seemed that the time had returned to the days when he and he were practicing in Qingshan Peak.
The master will greet him with care, tell him which sword formula is more powerful, and feel sorry for him when he broke the skin on his knee.
It's not what it is like now - want to kill him when you open your eyes.
The ridiculous thing is, the thing that he didn't cherish at the beginning, but now he can't get it back.
Wen Ziyi's voice was hoarse, and she shook her head: "No, it's just that I haven't been able to sleep well in recent days."
"Thank you, Master, for your concern."
Fang Xingjian also felt that he was talking too much, so he secretly clicked his tongue, pursed his lips and nodded, and brought the topic back:
"Have you found Bai Xinghua?"
Wen Ziyi respectfully said: "Not yet, the disciples will send people to search everywhere, and report to Master as soon as there is any news."
Fang Xingjian frowned. If Bai Xinghua didn't die in front of him, he wouldn't be relieved.
He lowered his eyelashes to hide the boredom in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, there were a pair of indifferent eyes, and said coldly:
"You and I no longer have the fate of master and apprentice. Whether you killed your master and caused chaos, or now you have fallen into the devil's way and ruined my upbringing, you are no longer worthy of being my disciple."
"Wen Ziyi, do you know?"
Not worthy to be his disciple?
No one in the world knows better than Wen Ziyi.
Since he escaped from the Lingyan faction, he has done all kinds of wrong things.Fang Xingjian has great love in his heart, and he speaks kindly and kindly to those useless mortals, but Wen Ziyi only sees two kinds of people, the beneficial and the useless.
He has long since become the kind of person that Master hates the most.
But so what?Fang Xingjian - if he doesn't forgive him every day, he will wait - if he doesn't let go in a day or a thousand days, he will beg for a thousand days.
He didn't know how many long nights he stayed up.
Chiyu can remember the warm days when his "brother" got along.But Wen Ziyi's most profound thing is writing his name and describing his appearance in the endless night.
The three words Fang Xingjian became the only silk light in his despair.
He is not afraid of waiting, pain, and thunder.
I'm afraid there will be no trace of Fang Xingjian again.
Wen Ziyi lowered his eyes, his eyes were so deep that water could almost drip, as if he had melted into the most despicable desire in the world.
He was boiling a pot of sweet and melting sugar, but the time was endless, Wen Ziyi boiled the sugar until it turned bitter and black, and finally even the fire was extinguished, leaving only the hard shackles in the pot.
So his love also became bitter and black, wanting to occupy everything about Fang Xingjian, wanting to possess him, restrain him, and trap him firmly by his side.
Even the most ambitious succubus can't match his desire for Fang Xingjian.
Wen Ziyi is not satisfied.
He is never satisfied just being a docile dog by his side.
"Master said so."
For some reason, even though the other party lowered his head, Fang Xingjian felt that he was being seen through by his eyes, as if he had taken off his clothes and exposed everything in front of his eyes.
He didn't like this feeling, and was even a little bit at a loss in this atmosphere.
"Okay, that's it. I don't want to stay here anymore. Humans and devils have different ways. You'd better not appear in front of me again, otherwise I will still fight with you."
Before the words were finished, Fang Xingjian's Bihaichao Shengjian had already been sacrificed, and Yujian left the demon palace.
In the huge demon hall with "Qingshan Temple" written on it, only Wen Ziyi was left with her head down.
His eyes fell on the table, and his fingertips brushed over the already cold tea, as if holding someone's hand, wrapping it gently and affectionately in his palm, he took it up and drank it down.
The beautiful Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the bitterness and sweetness of the tea stayed in his mouth. After a while, he whispered a gentle name in a low voice.
"Fang Xingjian..."
On the other hand, Que Shuangrong, who had returned to normal in front of Fang Xingjian, seemed to have turned into a sluggish senior sister again, sitting quietly on the stool, like a puppet set up by someone.
There was no more sound.
****
Fang Xingjian thought for a while, and finally had no choice but to return to Lingyan Mountain. So many monks were influenced by Bai Xinghua, so he didn't know what the situation was now.
He no longer liked the people in Lingyan Mountain, but Fang Xingjian was really worried about this place where he was born and raised.
His Yujian landed in the village at the foot of Lingyan Mountain.
It doesn't seem to have been affected here, and the people without spiritual roots are still living a normal life, and they don't know what kind of drastic changes have gone through in Lingyan Mountain.
However, seeing the peaceful life in front of him, Fang Xingjian's mood seemed to calm down.
No matter how dark the monks are, the "ants" they look down on will still live a good life.
Countless disasters are nothing, as long as you are still alive, you can still go on strong.
Involuntarily, Fang Xingjian thought of the "Maotou" he met a few days ago, a powerless mortal who integrated all the truths he couldn't figure out into his life, and lived a much happier life than him.
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.
Before Fang Xingjian thought about it, a familiar voice sounded behind him:
"Hey! Isn't this the fairy head? I finally saw you, but it's easy to find me!"
Fang Xingjian turned around - look, who is it if it's not Maotou?
It's just that now he puts on a more energetic and clean bunt shirt, with his wife and daughter-in-law on his arms, and the bamboo basket on his back is full of food and clothing, which looks full.
Fang Xingjian also felt strange, how could he meet him here.
"Maotou, why are you here?"
Maotou happily took his mother's hand, and while pointing at Fang Xingjian, said loudly in her ear: "This is the elder fairy who saved my life! Take a look!"
Fang Xingjian saw the stooped old woman tremblingly let go of her head, and walked forward step by step, her cloudy eyes fell on him kindly.
Pretending to bow down: "Many...thank you Immortal Elder, you saved the life of the little boy, and you saved the lives of the old woman's whole family!"
Fang Xingjian - two heads taller, in terms of age, he is probably a few generations older than this old woman, but the people around are attracted by this farce, chatting around in twos and threes, which makes him very uncomfortable.
He could only wave his hands clumsily and coughed: "You're welcome, it's nothing."
Seeing his embarrassment, Maotou quickly nodded and apologized, and asked his daughter-in-law to go up to support his old mother, while he himself took Fang Xingjian to the side.
He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, then happily put down the back basket, took out the shelf where the baby was sitting and many other sundries, and then took out a piece of shiny emerald from the ground.
He handed it over with both hands, with a simple and honest smile on his face:
"Princess Xian, I told my parents about this after I got home. They all said that I didn't know what to do. You helped me so much, and I let you go back empty-handed."
"This is a jade pendant handed down from my ancestors. Both my parents say it is a good thing that can't be exchanged for a thousand dollars. I don't understand it. My mother asked me to give it to you!"
Fang Xingjian sighed, and shook his head lightly: "It's not why I help you. I've been fasting for a long time, and I don't eat five grains. This piece of jade is useless by my side, so you should keep it by yourself."
He looked at Maotou's attire, was a little puzzled, and asked, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from monks? Why did you go directly to the foot of Lingyan Mountain?"
Seeing his refusal, Maotou didn't dare to say more, he just thought about stuffing it into the fairy long purse quietly, scratched his head and replied:
"After you rescued me that day, I found out that the fairy who came earlier was from Lingyan Mountain, and I also guessed that you are from Lingyan Mountain, so I wanted to come here as soon as possible, maybe I could see you again."
"My father and mother have the temperament of accepting death, and they must see you in person to thank you, so - everyone in the family brought them along."
Fang Xingjian really didn't expect to have such an appearance, but yes, it seems that it is not an exaggeration to have such parents.
He looked at Maotou, who was already considered a middle-aged man, and felt a little strange. They cultivators all pay attention to an obsession. In the dark, Maotou and him may be involved in some karma.
"You came here just to thank me? If I wasn't in Lingyan Mountain, wouldn't you just run away?"
Maotou smiled and said: "If you can't meet the fairy elder, then you have to find a way to find it. I can't find it, and there is my son. There is always a way to think of a person alive!"
Fang Xingjian looked at him with a hearty smile, and felt a little more relaxed.
He nodded: "Then what do you want to do next? Take your parents back with you?"
Maotou scratched his head: "Lingyan Mountain is beautiful, and I am also happy to see it. I want to do some small business at the foot of this mountain and bring my family to live."
Fang Xingjian nodded.
The two of them hadn't exchanged a few words, Maotou's daughter-in-law hurried over, bumped into Fang Xingjian by accident, blushed immediately, and hid beside Maotou in a low voice:
"Da Zhuang, dad is back."
Fang Xingjian looked at the sky, it was gradually getting dark, Maotou - the family was reunited, he couldn't stay any longer, and immediately bowed his hands and was about to leave.
Maotou turned his head and talked softly with his daughter-in-law: "Have you found the child?"
The daughter-in-law shook her head and said nervously: "I haven't yet, I don't know where this child went to play."
Fang Xingjian paused in the gesture of crossing his hands. Hearing that something was wrong with what they said, he asked, "What's going on?"
Maotou was a little embarrassed, - time ignored the elder, and apologized vigorously.
Fang Xingjian stopped his movements, and asked again: "I mean, was your child kidnapped?"
The daughter-in-law quickly replied: "No, it's not the elder fairy. The child ran around playing mischievously, and he is not familiar with this place. Maybe he went to play in the nearby woods and couldn't find the way back for a long time."
Fang Xingjian frowned, feeling something was wrong.
The villages at the foot of Lingyan Mountain are supervised by outer sect disciples. It is very rare to lose children, let alone money or belongings. Getting lost in the woods is even more nonsense.
Could it be that the Lingyan sect was injured, and all these outer disciples returned to the sect, so some gangsters appeared and abducted children?
Fang Xingjian asked in a low voice: "How long has he been lost?"
The daughter-in-law thought about it for a while, and pointed to the locust tree not far away, "About half an hour ago, I saw Douer here, and in the blink of an eye, the child ran away."
Fang Xingjian asked her if she wanted something for the child, and drew a tracking symbol, on which a light blue light appeared, shooting out from a distance, only he could see it clearly.
Seeing the light, Fang Xingjian's tone suddenly sank: "What characteristics does he have?"
The daughter-in-law hurriedly replied: "Dou'er is only five and a half years old, and he wears a string of silver rings. It is Mr. Banxian from our village who said that he was not born at a good time. I am afraid that he will run into some monsters. We That's why I found a way to make a silver ring for him..."
Maotou covered his daughter-in-law's mouth with his hand: "If you say half-immortal in front of the elder, you are a fortune teller, how can you compare with the elder!"
Fang Xingjian was not in the mood to talk to them, he just nodded and ran towards the place where the blue light was shining.
But he couldn't see it. After running away for a while, the honest and honest Mao Tou and the shy little daughter-in-law straightened up, looking indifferently at the direction he was leaving.
Fang Xingjian secretly calculated in his heart that Dou'er was less than half the height of a person, even if he ran straight for half an hour, he still couldn't reach a place ten miles away.
And this blue light clearly pointed to the back mountain of Lingyan Mountain, which was the spiritual field that had been completely burned by the fire.
How could a child run into such a desolate place!
He already had some guesses in his mind, and his feet moved quickly. In just three breaths, he stepped on the scorched ground on the mountain behind Lingyan.
Fang Xingjian was still holding the child's cloak in his hand, the blue light on it became brighter and pointed straight at the boulder not far away.
Beside the boulder was a small fat, white and tender hand with a shining silver ring hanging on it.
He finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart, and rushed forward to see the child's condition without bothering to reach out for his spiritual sense.
This Douer looks like a child loved by parents and elders in the family, so he has such a cute little hand, like a beautiful and tender lotus root, plump and tender.
"Dou'er, why do you..."
Fang Xingjian walked around the boulder, and before he finished speaking, his mouth was already blocked.
The expression that was still joyful froze on the face for a moment, the pupils constricted instantly, trembling violently, the blood from all over the body was pumped back to the heart, it seemed that he could hear the thumping sound in the chest cavity.
After a long while, Fang Xingjian heard a broken voice coming from his throat:
"Dou, bean..."
He was almost kneeling on the ground, thinking over and over again in his mind Maotou—the simple and happy expression of his family, such a simple and honest person, raising a good boy who is white and fat, how could he...
There's only one arm left.
Almost all the muscles and veins in the right hand holding the sword were violent, and the fingernails turned white from the force.
Muscles all over Fang Xingjian's body began to tremble. He lowered his head, his Adam's apple trembled and rolled, and after a long while, he roared violently, like a beast driven to a corner. No one could understand his roar, but he could Feel the pain firsthand.
Fang Xingjian thrust his sword into the ground beside him, half-kneeled on the ground, and gently held the child's arms. His short fingers were cut by stones and gravel, which showed how cruel and inhuman torture he had suffered before his death.
The silver rings collided with each other, making a soft crisp sound, like a child's innocent laughter.
"Dou'er, don't be afraid, I will avenge you."
Fang Xingjian hugged his arms tightly in his arms, and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
After a while, he took out the brocade cloth from the storage bag, wrapped it gently around the lotus root-like arm, and put it back.
Fang Xingjian stood up, and the Bihai Chaosheng sword in his hand seemed to be able to move the clouds and rain in the sky.
In an instant, there was the sound of the surging tide at the foot of Lingyan Mountain, and everyone who heard it felt as if they were on an isolated island in the middle of the sea, their mouths and noses were surrounded by the smell of the seawater, their breathing was difficult, and their movements were slow.
Fang Xingjian's momentum is majestic, and he can feel that his cultivation base has risen again, but at this moment, he doesn't care whether he should meditate to stabilize his cultivation base.
The spiritual consciousness was released overwhelmingly, capturing all the wind and grass in this scorched land.
After a while, he exhaled lightly—a turbid breath, and said softly:
"It was you."
The spiritual sense caught Dou'er's breath not far away, glanced over, and found that there was a group of demon cultivators hiding in the mountain behind Lingyan.
The long sword was thrown out unceremoniously, causing a series of screams, and in the blink of an eye, a strong resistance hit the tip of the sword.
He frowned, knowing that this was another life-and-death battle.
However, how could a sword cultivator be afraid of death?
Fang Xingjian touched the ground with his toes, raised his steps and flew towards him with his long sword horizontally in front of him.
Moxiu also knew that this person was not simple, so he had to avoid it as much as he could, and asked loudly:
"Who is coming, why do you want to kill the killer?"
Fang Xingjian - didn't say a word, starting a fight was his best answer.
That Moxiu had a strange appearance, he had six long hands, each raised a scimitar, he moved quickly to block the menacing attack, and shouted as he retreated:
"I am the hall master under the Demon Lord, if you hurt me a little, the Demon Lord will not let you go!"
Fang Xingjian frowned: "Mozun?"
Seeing his movements, Moxiu paused for a moment, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly attacked, shouting triumphantly:
"The majestic elder of the Demon Palace, 'Wen Ziyi', it seems that you have heard his name before, but I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, all six scimitars were cut in half, and on his own round belly, there was a bony scratch - a sword mark.
Fang Xingjian passed through him, with the tip of the sword still dripping blood, standing silently in the center of Moxiu.
The tone was very contemptuous: "Wen Ziyi?"
"Oh, so he still has this title now."
"Ahhhh-"
Moxiu collapsed in convulsions, hugging his belly tightly, rolling around, the pain was so painful that he almost returned to his original shape.
The demon cultivators scattered in all directions in an instant, all staring at the sword cultivator in front of him dumbfounded, this hall master is already the three strongest demon cultivators under the Demon Venerable, how come he didn't even last for a quarter of an hour.
They were the only ones left, and against this sword repairer, wouldn't they all become food delivery servicemen?
How can Fang Xingjian control so much, the sword has seen blood, and the aura is instantly unstoppable, and he kills immediately when he raises his hand. Wherever the sword's intention goes, there is nothing but screams and scarlet.
The movements are smooth and smooth, and even have a bit of beauty, as if cutting vegetables and melons to deal with all demon cultivators.
A group of people were scattered by him, Fang Xingjian raised his sword again, and rushed straight down to the head of a demon cultivator.
But in the blink of an eye.
The Mahayana sword cultivator in its heyday, infused with all cultivation levels—the sword, the power that can almost move mountains and fill seas—
was stopped.
"Master, Master."
He raised his red-eyed pupils and put them in—a pair of golden pupils full of worry and self-blame.
Wen Ziyi's voice was almost trembling, he didn't expect this scene to happen, he just wanted to wake up Fang Xingjian softly: "Master, please, don't kill me."
Wen Ziyi looked at him covered in blood, his delicate flesh was already blushed by the sword hilt, but he was still tireless, raising his hand and dropping the sword was a kill word.
Wen Ziyi is used to such scenes, he has long been burdened with countless murders, but he can't let the master go crazy like him, and become a puppet controlled by the desire to kill.
Become the person Master hates the most.
Fang Xingjian blinked, and when he opened it again, he saw that the scorched ground in front of him was covered with blood and broken legs and hands.
Among the demon cultivators lying on the ground crying, there were some who were not stained with Dou'er's breath or blood.
No need to explain, just a glance, he killed indiscriminately.
Fang Xingjian took a deep breath, his brain was about to explode, and there was only a pair of shining golden pupils in front of him, looking straight at him.
Watching him make a mistake, pulled him back from his murderous sinking.
"Wen Ziyi..."
"I'm here, Master, I'm always by your side."
Fang Xingjian dropped the sword in his hand, covered his aching head, closed his eyes tightly, his thin lips trembled slightly, and said:
"Scatter all of you demon cultivators."
They do all kinds of evil, killing monks and civilians, all the crimes they committed will be attributed to your head, and there will be thunder disaster waiting for you afterwards.
If you don't want to, even if I am insane and controlled by the desire to kill, I will destroy this group of demon cultivators.
Fang Xingjian thought of a lot of ideas, no matter how persuading or persecuting them, he must make these demon cultivators lose their shelter, unable to gather again, and no longer lay hands on monks and ordinary people.
Without even the slightest explanation, Wen Ziyi nodded slightly when his voice fell, and agreed: "Okay."
"I will do what Master says."
Tingming behind Wen Ziyi's expression changed instantly, and he stopped him: "Young master, this is your painstaking effort for so many years, how can it be ruined like this!"
"You still have so many people under your command, is it possible that because of him—in a word, all of them are going to die?!"
Wen Ziyi's complexion didn't change, and she raised her hand to perform a speech suppression technique.
"As long as the master is happy, it doesn't matter if he dies, or cut off his cultivation base, let them go."
He spoke in a gentle voice, the shadow of Fang Xingjian filled his pair of golden pupils:
"Master, what do you want?"
Fang Xingjian looked at those golden pupils, full of lingering tenderness, like the appearance he fantasized about when he was blind, beautiful and gentle, but it shouldn't belong to his apprentice.
Fang Xingjian closed his eyes, shook his head lightly, and pulled himself out of Wen Ziyi's hand, like a drunk, his steps faltered a bit.
"I don't know, just don't let them do more evil."
He took out the little hand with the silver ring from the storage pouch, and let go of the brocade cloth wrapped in layers, his eyes turned red instantly.
"Don't let them hurt innocent people anymore."
Wen Ziyi looked at the scene in front of him, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.
He wanted Master to be by his side so much, even if he used all means, he couldn't do without him.
He was silent for a long while, until finally Fang Xingjian calmed down, and Wen Ziyi said softly:
"Okay, I will do what Master said."
"Master, just stay by my side, watch me well, and watch me so that they won't do evil again."