Chapter 11 Hatred! See hatred again!

Darkness, after darkness...

After the darkness, it was still July. The warm wind blew the sea, rolled up waves, and it was the two people floating face to face.

The middle-aged Taoist in blue clothes holds a purple sword in his hand, exuding an inexplicable evil spirit. The sword body is transparent and deep purple, like being stained with too much blood. The color formed after condensation. The sword is four feet and four inches long and only two inches wide. The sword body is full of various inscriptions. The inscriptions are seals in ancient times, and the paintings are fierce. The hell of the dead is lifelike. This sword is narrow and thin, which is most suitable for killing people. The name of the sword is Zhu Xian.

Facing the Taoist was a teenager, wearing a snow-white Taoist suit, white cloth and black threaded shoes. After his long hair was raised, he casually put on his shoulders, like a man in the world. He was handsome and his eyebrows were like a distant mountain. However, at this time, his heart was far less than his face, because when he looked at the middle-aged man, There is a sense of sadness in his eyes, and the sadness of death.

He also holds the sword in his hand. The body of the sword is proud and pale, and there are countless gaps on the blade. Like his face at this moment, he is heartbroken and heartbroken, and all thoughts are gray...

His sword is three feet three inches and three inches wide, which is the standard style of the general body sword, but compared with the sword in the middle-aged Taoist on the opposite side, it seems to be a little lower than a few grades.

"Why did you kill your mother? Why you? Why!!" The sword in the teenager's hand was raised flat, pointing to the middle-aged Taoist in front of him. All the unbelief in his eyes turned into an obsession and burned violently, as if no matter who was standing in front of him, the sword in his hand would move forward.

The sword in the Taoist's hand shook at an angle invisible to the naked eye. Just like his heart at this moment, he was silent, but there was no way to start, but obviously, when he looked at the teenager in front of him, his eyes were obviously with a kind of love.

Half a sound, the man said, "Chen'er, you are still young, and everything is too simple. Because of this, many things are not as you see, as you think. Turn back, I can not blame the past. Don't be obsessed and bury your whole life."

"I'm obsessed with it? All I know is that you killed your mother!" He shook his head, and his sword-wielding hand trembled, as if he had returned to the most desolate night of his life. That night, the Jade Immortal penetrated his mother's body, and he vowed to kill the people in front of him.

"Huh, your mother acted boldly and recklessly, regardless of the reputation of the whole sect for thousands of years. How can she face all the same sects in the door if she is not dead? Go back with me and don't get entangled here." The Taoist in Tsing Yi turned his back and said that he didn't want to face the sword pointing at him. He didn't know whether he was guilty or disdainful.

"Haha, entanglement? Is that the reason! She is your wife and my mother! Are you going to kill me if you say so!" The teenager smiled miserably, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be controlled. He stabilized his right hand holding the sword. In an instant, the pale sword shone brightly, and the teenager's body turned into a white Feihong, and rushed to the middle-aged Taoist in front of him like a crazy tiger.

"Reverse son, do you want to oppose me like your mother?" The Taoist frowned tightly, and the anger in his heart came like a flood that broke the dike. Facing the shadow of the sword in front of him, the Jade Immortal Sword in his hand trembled gently, like a bloodthirsty beast, and it roared gently.

Thousands of purple light turned into endless sword shadows, but in the blink of an eye, it devoured the white light without any suspense. His Jade Sword easily smashed the Ao Xue sword and disappeared into his son's chest, as fast as thunder.

In the vast sky, the blood is sprinkled like a line, and the teenager is like a kite with a broken line, falling from a height of a kilometer to the sea...

"Chen'er, what's wrong with you? Under the Jade Dynasty, how can there be life?" The middle-aged Taoist sighed, but there was not too much nostalgia. He turned around and flew away.

Darkness, after stopping...

"Brother! Brother! What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

"Little brother, it's the senior sister who is here. Don't be afraid. Wake up quickly."

"Ah! Ho ho ho..." Suddenly, Yun Feichen woke up from his dream. He covered his chest and gasped, as if the Jade Immortal Sword had pierced his chest. At this moment, he didn't know why. His eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and the tears were clear and desolate.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Haha, no, I had a good dream. Didn't you see me crying so happily?" Feichen smiled, wiped his tears, and looked aside. The two women in front of him were the graceful Lin Ruyue and Chang Ruiting.

"Nonsense, I just saw your very uncomfortable and painful expression." Lin Ruyue naturally didn't believe the other party's words. She had secretly said in her heart that this little brother was not serious and slippery every time.

"I think like Sister Ruyue that you must have had a nightmare. If you can say it, tell Sister Chang and let Sister Chang enlighten you." Chang Ruiting said with a smile.

"Yes, Sister Chang, I'm in pain now. I want to hug..." After saying that, Feichen quickly hugged Chang Ruiting and drilled into her chest without blushing or heartbeat.

"You..." Chang Ruiting sighed and was very helpless. In the past two years, she has been used to the special way of 'saying' to this little brother. Usually, she is rarely on the peak and often goes out. She also misses and indulges the only little brother in this school most.

"It took so long for Sister Chang to come back. This time, I have to ask Feichen to hug more, otherwise Feichen doesn't know how long it will take to see Sister Chang. Is there anything important to report to the master when Sister comes back this time? Well, I know. Is there any fairy sword around? Or is it that the scattered fairy is dead again and what treasure is left behind? After hugging for a long time, when he saw that the other party let him hold him, he was not interested. After tidying up his clothes, he got up and asked.

Sanxian are those who are not good at making friends and cultivating immortals without sects. The Xianxia School is already poor. It is normal to pick up some weapons and magic books of immortals who have exhausted their lives. After all, they also pick up rags and get rich.

However, this kind of thing is not simple. Usually, you have to compete to break the blood. It is also expected that some scattered immortal descendants will be killed as soon as they inherit their master's mantle. This is the sadness of the small sect.

Chang Ruiting nodded and said, "Well, the little brother is smart and clever. He guessed it well. These senior sisters got the news from the disciples in the outer door. The Lan Daoren of the State of Qin, who was next to the State of Zhou, sat down last month. He should have a Ziwu chasing Yang sword, which is an excellent fairy weapon. I heard that it fell in Yunshan. The master said to let Several senior sisters will take you to pick it up. If you find the fairy weapon, you can use it first. After all, you are about to enter the fourth level of the immortal practitioner, and you can't do it without a weapon.

"Ziwu Chasing Yang Sword? This is a first-class fairy artifact. Our little brother is blessed now. I heard that Zonglan Taoist is also a free practice with the seventh-level cultivation of immortals! Master, isn't she going to go?" No wonder Lin Ruyue has this question. After all, every time there is news about the fairy weapon, Ru Yushi will take several of them to look for it. This time, she let Feichen pick it up by herself. Naturally, she is a little strange.

"The master said that the little brother could handle this by himself." Chang Ruiting replied.

Feichen was also a little surprised when he heard it. Without this beautiful master, he had a lot less fun, but fortunately, he didn't let himself go alone. This time, he could also take Lin, Xi, Fang and Chang, who were also free and happy on the way. With this plan, he laughed and said, "Hey, the master is looking up to me highly. I'm just about to cultivate the fourth level of immortals. How can I do anything? These senior sisters have to protect me well.

Lin Ruyue and Chang Ruiting looked at each other and shook their heads. I don't know how they would be taken advantage of by this brother during the journey.

Watching the two senior sisters leave, Yun Feichen covered his painful heart and patted him a few times before he felt good. This was not the first time he dreamed of this dream. Every time he woke up like this, this strong murderous atmosphere could hardly be suppressed.

"I am the man in white, and the old Taoist is me? Ha ha, how can this be possible? I remember everything since I was a child. At the age of three, I knew everything. At the age of five, I touched the breasts of the Wu family's daughter next door. At the age of seven, I beat the little children around me crawling all over the ground, but why can I repeatedly break through the difficulties that are difficult for ordinary people to overcome in my practice, and every time it seems to be familiar with each other? Feichen pondered that the increase in his cultivation in the past two years has made the masters and senior sisters rejoice, but who understands his own worries and doubts?

The strange things that he couldn't figure out no longer indulged in. After washing it, Yun Feichen came to Ru Yushi's room to ask for a morning.

Just as she was about to enter the door, Ru Yushi, who was closing his eyes and practicing, knew that Feichen was coming, so she said, "Feichen, are you here?"

"Master, go and the four senior sisters to find the Midday Chasing Yang Sword, and say hello to the master, and now we're leaving." Feichen's eyes turned around Ru Yushi's face, but what he said was respectful.

"Well, this matter should not be delayed. There are many variables for a long time. You can go down the mountain with a few senior sisters. Also, before you find the Ziwu Chasing Yang Sword, you can use the white spirit on the stage first. You are stubborn. This is the first time you have gone down the mountain in two years. Don't make too much trouble." When she opened her eyes and saw Feichen looking at herself, Ru Yushi looked helpless and didn't know what this bad man would do when she went down the mountain this time.

"That Bai Ling doesn't suit me. It's a girl's household thing. I'd better use my own firewood knife. That one is easy to use." Feichen replied, but he didn't think about using this magic weapon, Bai Ling.

Everything is unexpected. Ru Yushi has experienced a lot and is used to it, but he still didn't expect that he would not use a good magic weapon, so he asked, "Although the firewood knife in your hand is sharp, it is forged by vanadium iron, which can't integrate the blessing mana. If there is no magic weapon, how can you fly with your sword?"

"Hey hey, of course, this master doesn't have to worry. There are so many tricks in Feichen. How can he be embarrassed because of this?" Feichen smiled strangely and said goodbye to Ru Yushi.