Chapter 206

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date="2021-01-20"

title="Chapter 206 "

weight="123347"

series = ["The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path"]

mode = "manual"

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Ashamed, he grabbed the blade with one hand, and the blood dripped and dripped, his eyes faded, and he looked at Lin Shu, resentful and hostile.

He was controlled by the grievances of Min Prefecture City and lost his mind. Lin Shu thought he hadn't recovered yet and tried to reassure him, but he was locked in place by a fierce air machine, unable to move, and unable to make a sound.

The heart in his chest was worthy of the red light. Although Lin Shu had destroyed the meridians of his whole body, his strength did not seem to have been lost at all, his grievances became a substance, and the storm slapped Lin Shu like a storm.

Lin Shu was shot down from the air by him, and his back fell heavily on the rock. He suffered severe heart and lung pain and kept coughing and bleeding.

The blood-stained zhezhu sword fell to the ground.

Lin Shu braced himself with difficulty, and walked towards him with no shame.

Behind it is a sea of ​​blood, and this scene is so similar to Xiao Shao, who was controlled by grievances and lost his mind.

Like a pale puppet, he touched his chest with his right hand, stained with blood. Yin Hong's tongue licked the back of his hand. He tilted his head and said blankly: "I said before, you are clean, you will always want me."

"Well, I want to—"

He was hurt too badly. Just when he spoke, the severe heart and lung pain made his whole person convulsive and tremble, and said with difficulty and intermittently: "I... just want you..."

Before he finished speaking, his heart seemed to be held by someone, his eyes turned black, his heartbeat accelerated, his blood was agitating, and there was only violent tinnitus in his brain.

——He reacted immediately, and he was ashamed to use his usual method to kill himself like those outside.

The saying "You don't want me, even kill you" is still in my ears, but I didn't expect it to be realized today.

But he just wanted to get rid of the entanglement of grievances-this was the only way he could take at the time.

He couldn't say anything, his ears buzzed, his whole body was burning, and he couldn't move. He could only watch the child walking towards him step by step in a sea of ​​blood.

The child he raised by himself has spent two whole years together day and night, longer than any other child.

Thinking of the horror of those people who had turned into blood when they died, Lin Shu didn't have any waves in his heart, but desperately wanted to speak and explain the reason for the sword-explaining that he was not worthy of it.

He is not ashamed but tilted his head again and smiled: "I can't kill you."

He also coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, but still laughed: "You are just... for the sake of Little Phoenix, you helped me through the catastrophe, please heaven to drop a shell, why is there such a big cause and effect?"

That resentment heart beat violently a few times, and it gradually came out of his chest and floated in the air!

Black energy hovered around the heart, forming a fuzzy human form.

And that body seemed to lose its vitality, closed his eyes, and fell aside.

A well-deserved cold voice came from the fuzzy human form: "You blocked the sky thunder, the shell is yours, return it to you, and the face to you."

Lin Shu panted hard.

Not ashamed but still did not kill him.

Lin Shu guessed that he helped him through the catastrophe, and he owed cause and effect from Tiandao, and he could not kill himself.

But the squeeze of resentment made him almost unconscious. He wanted to talk, and was choked by the blood in his mouth again. The pain was piercing in an instant, and he kept coughing up bleeding foam.

The black figure floated up, and he felt complicated eyes staring at him in mid-air.

After a while, the dark shadow rose into the air and headed straight towards Min Prefecture.

The blood was full of blood in Min Prefecture. In an instant, the roar and wailing sound became a hundred times stronger, and the demon atmosphere was overwhelming everywhere.

Lin Shu guessed that the whole city of Min Prefecture became a grudge, and there should be a clear reason.

With shaking hands, he took out a few healing pills, swallowed them, and finally became clearer, but he still couldn't stand up, and he reluctantly moved to the side of the body and pressed the pills against the wound on his chest.

He suddenly remembered that Xiao Shao kissed his left chest a long time ago and said that there seemed to be a scar here.

He laughed, smiled, and coughed again, with blood in it.

Time is easy to move, and it is rare for people. When the nectar falls, the heaven and the earth are united, and the yellow buds grow out of the ridge.

All tangible things in the world are born out of the harmony of yin and yang, and the belonging of swords and swords are lifeless artifacts. Only by chance can they give birth to souls, and only after the transfiguration, the rules of heaven will open a line for it. Use the spirit of heaven and earth to create a body for this soul.

Lin Shu blocked Thunder Tribulation, and that body belonged to him--but he already had a human body, and his soul could not be separated, so he could take the opportunity to transform himself and walk the world in a human body.

Turns out, in the end...

The effect of the pill was exerted very quickly, and Lin Shu's congested vision gradually became clear. He saw the wound healed, and his small body opened his eyes ignorantly.

A pair of chaotic eyes, there was no look, Lin Shu called him, and he shouldn't.

It's just a body without an owner.

Lin Shu stubbed the ground with a sword, stood up with difficulty, and picked up the child.

He lost all his cultivation and staggered a few steps.

The black mist is permeating, the evil spirit is everywhere, and the abnormal change in Min Prefecture has already begun.

He was trekking in the mountains, and after an unknown period of time, a dazzling light finally appeared before his eyes.

Lin Shu put down the child, wiped the blood from his lips, sorted out the messy clothes and hair, led him, and walked into the village.

The aunt lives in the village. At this time, Li Jifei and Li Yamao are still children, and the goose feathers have not yet been born.

He knocked on the door.

Because of this unusual change, the whole village was in panic. The aunt opened the door with a vigilant face. She looked at him from start to finish, and then slightly relaxed: "This...?"

Lin Shu took a breath and pushed the child to the auntie: "Taoyuan Jun, a man of immortality, come here today, ask the auntie... to help me take care of this child for ten years."

He looked around: "Min Prefecture has become a gathering place for demons. I will set a barrier for you to protect the villagers from being invaded by demons... in return."

The auntie looked at him suspiciously.

He smiled, took out a defensive magic weapon, and forged a solid and incomparably clear air barrier for the village.

In an instant, the black mist in the village disappeared, and the wailing ghosts that filled the country miraculously disappeared.

The auntie believed, but she still asked him a lot, such as who this child is, why it seems to be demented, and how to raise it.

In order for the aunt to take care of the child, Lin Shu can only say that this is his apprentice.

He finally knows the ins and outs of all this today.

He left the marriage letter and tokens with Ling Fengxiao, and even when faced with the aunt's question, "How should I tell this child in the future", he left a book for this non-existent apprentice.

The auntie hugged the child, finally dispelled all doubts, and said, "Sir, is he going to leave now? Come in and drink a glass of water."

"No need." Lin Shu had run out of strength, and said in a low voice, "I will see each other when we get fate."

After a thousand years, Lin Shuhui failed to overcome the catastrophe with a lightning rod, his body was wiped out by the heavens, and his spirit was about to dissipate.

For some reason, he traveled thousands of years ago, and in this era, there happened to be an ownerless body divided by the way of heaven to Lin Shu.

Ten years later, Lin Shu will be reborn in the body of the little fool.

In the same year, the eldest lady of Phoenix Villa traveled south of the Yangtze River, dressed in a red dress and carried a knife at night, and entered the city of Min Prefecture.

Separate polymerization, could it be predetermined.

He finally understood the four words behind the mirror.

He smiled and looked in the direction of Min Prefecture City, unable to suppress a kind of helpless sadness in his heart.

He didn't repair it at all, his soul was thin like a piece of paper.

He wants to call back to be worthy, but how should he call?

Suddenly, his thoughts turned, and he was shocked to remember that the eight cheats were still on the book case in the Sword Pavilion, and the culprits looked at him——

The matter at the moment is irreversible, but the eight cheat books will definitely not fall into the hands of others. He closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness withdrew from this place and returned to the high-dimensional world in the mirror of cause and effect.

Just as he was about to return to the present, a luminous figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The light represents the strength of the soul, and this light is madly escaping, symbolizing that the soul of this person is being quickly consumed.

Lin Shu held the figure's hand, lost a few strands of his little soul power, and finally saw his face: "Qing Lu?"

"Master...Master," the figure whispered.

Lin Shu saw what he was holding in his arms.

"Why are you here?" He asked, "How is it outside?"

"Outside...can't go outside." Qinglu said: "Several elders came immediately after seeing the fireworks of the transmission, and fought with those people. I don't have much power, I only know... I only know."

He said, holding out the things in his arms, like those eight secret books: "I only know that these are very important things. To keep them, I took them down from the master's desk during the chaos and hid them in the screen. Behind."

Lin Shu: "What happened later?"

"Later..." Qing Lu's voice trembled: "A mad black thing came out of the mirror. It opened its doors and destroyed the sword pavilion hall and killed many people. Several elders were also seriously injured. Sister Lingsu Also... I don't know if there is life left."

Lin Shu closed his eyes, thinking that the thing should be worthy.

The sword pavilion hall after a thousand years did indeed show signs of reconstruction after destruction.

Qinglu continued: "The thing made a lot of noise, half of the sky was blood red, it killed enough, hovered in the air, and went back into the mirror. I thought... it was safe."

Lin Shu: "What happened?"

Qing Lu hugged the eight cheats tightly, his figure clearly indeterminate: "The crazy black thing is gone, I came out of the ruins, but I didn't expect that Qin... whose surname is Qin, entangled with a large number of people lying in ambush under the mountain. , Saw the mountain calm down, and killed it again-threatened me to hand over the secret book. The elders were all seriously injured. I was forced to death by them and there was nowhere to go. The mirror... just sucked me in."

Lin Shu: "How many of our people are out there?"

"Nothing." Qing Lu shook his head and said anxiously: "The young disciples are hiding in the enchantment. Some of the elders and deacons are dead and some are injured. Master, you can't go out! There are a hundred people, and The two Dujies took the lead, and the Qin surname practiced evil spells and became Dujie. If you go out, you will die."

Lin Shu: "Stay here is also dead."

This place is not a place for ordinary people to stay, not to mention that Qinglu just got a golden pill last year, and Shenhun is no different from ordinary people.

"Master, you have been here for so long, you must be fine, I... it doesn't matter if I die!" Qing Lu repeatedly emphasized: "You can't go out!"

"What about you," Lin Shu said lightly.

"I..." Qing Lu probably also felt the passing of the soul: "I am dead when I go out. I stay here to accompany Master. Didn't the elder teach it? Life and death are all things in a flash, Master, I am not afraid. "

Lin Shu was a little sour before his eyes: "I haven't done anything for you."

"Master has the kindness to recreate me. When I was on the nine thousand long steps, Master... glanced at me, the disciple... the disciple never forgets." Qing Lu looked straight at him, his soul was madly extinguished. Signs of disappearance.

Lin Shu said, "You can go in."

Qinglu: "Huh?"

Lin Shu picked up the back of his neck and led him to the river of time.

After going out, he was besieged and killed by everyone. Here, he would disappear and die, but there is a way for Qing Lu to live-leave him at a certain point in time-forever.

He discovered something desperate.

Going back to the past, it is also necessary to deplete Divine Soul-the amount of Divine Soul consumed is enough to make this Qing Lu, who has no learning and skill, has a mediocre cultivation level, will die.

He stared blankly at this river of light, constantly changing the time points, but found that the closer to the present, the less souls needed - perhaps, this is also a rule set by Heaven to prevent people from making chaos in the past.

And beyond the present point in time and moving into the future, even less is needed.

He carried Qing Lu, who was unknown to him, and traversed the flow at the fastest speed, and finally found a point in time that could support the loss of Qing Lu’s soul, so that after he landed, he was still a clear and sane living person. , Rather than an insane fool.

According to his deduction, this is already a thousand years in the future, or even two thousand years.

"Are you afraid of death? You can't lie to me." Lin Shu said to Qing Lu.

Facing the madness of the soul, Qing Lu's voice seemed to be about to cry: "I'm afraid...Master will save me."

Lin Shu lost another ray of soul to him: "You will go to a very different place, but you can live and live well. There may also be Sword Pavilion seniors, you can find them."

He recalled the modern life. Although Qinglu had a mediocre natural talent, he was not a stupid person—he barely had a little bit of cultivation that could lift the clouds and drive the fog, enough to adapt to the changes of the times. What's more, the inheritance of Sword Pavilion remained unbroken until his generation, and Qinglu could be protected by his elders.

Qing Lu said: "Then Master, can I come back? I want to come back."

Lin Shu thought for a while, bit his index finger and drew a soul mark on his back.

Qinglu said: "It's so hot!"

"This is the imprint of the soul. Treating your soul enough, you can extradite you back."

"When is it enough?"

"Cross the calamity peak."

"Ah? Then won't I never come back?"

Lin Shu: "..."

He stuffed "Sauvignon Blanc" into Qinglu's arms: "This can be repaired to cross the catastrophe."

"Ah? What is this?" Qing Lu shouted: "Master, even if you give me "Sauvignon Blanc", I can't repair it!"

Lin Shu threw him into the river of time: "You try your best."

Qing Lu continued yelling in the air: "Master, I have no sword! My sword fell outside! Is there a sword over there? Ah???"

Time was urgent, Lin Shu had no other way, and threw Zhongzhanzhu in that direction.

Qinglu caught: "Master! I will come to see you!"

The voice gradually became smaller, and Qing Lu turned into a light spot, disappearing into the river of time.

Lin Shu returned to his original position and deduced the time, but his soul was dying, and he couldn't tell the exact time. He could only engrave the engraving mark of the soul seal on a time point that roughly belongs to the present time. The error is controlled. In thirty years.

If Qing Lu can cultivate to the peak of the Tribulation in his lifetime, this mark can bring his soul back from the future.

At this moment, he was suddenly stunned.

In the long, dusty memory, a fragment flashed back in his mind.

That was when he was very young and very young.

His master stabbed blood and carved a complicated mark on his back.

Without knowing it, he asked, "What is this?"

His master blew the mark and said, "This is the pavilion master seal of our sword pavilion. Your master passed it to Master, and today Master also passed it to you."

He didn't ask any more.

After a while, his master said, "Disciple, do you know why you are called'Lin Shu'?"

He said: "Those who are alienated are far away, you said, you want me to be far away from the world."

The master smiled and said, "No."

Lin Shu said again: "You often read ancient prose. There is a saying, "The moonlight leaks under the forest, and the sparseness is like remnant snow."

The master said: "Neither."

He stopped guessing.

The master sighed and combed his hair: "Baby disciple...you really look like a person."

Thinking of this, Lin Shu covered his mouth, tears falling suddenly. In this silent space, before the boundless time, he recalled his two lives as a human, separated and happy, separated by cause, and cried and laughed, without restraint.

That mark was engraved on his back by the master's hand, so when he died under the thunder, his soul returned and went back to the past.

Who is the master? Who is he? "Sauvignon Blanc" is still in the hands of the master, where is Zhezhu? Who is Zhezhu?

He felt that he was crazy, and everything in the world pressed on him, rushing towards his face, unable to struggle.

Some things can't be recalled repeatedly, this is too deep a kind of bondage, tearing his lungs.

He looked at the river.

The deceased is so reluctant to give up day and night.

He wanted to jump down at that moment, just like a dead-seeker jumping into a rushing river. The cold river water would drown all sorrows and joys, and he would gain long-term peace.

Xiao Shao, worthy, Qing Lu, Zhezhu.

There is nothing he can't lose, except his own life.

A light spot lit up at some point, hovering beside him, Lin Shu tried to see clearly, and found that it was the mirror.

This mirror, the beginning of all stories.

"Separation and aggregation, could it be the predetermination", faintly lit, hanging in the mirror.

He grabbed the mirror: "I have another chance?"

The mirror flickered, and a word appeared on the mirror: "Yes."

Looking at the river, Lin Shu seemed to be talking to the mirror, and he seemed to say to himself: "I want to see Xiao Shao."

He lowered his head, his eyes were blurred, and the light of the river was refracted into overwhelming gold: "But I can't figure out time."

He has no other thoughts. Everything in this life was washed away by the sword-like providence, saying that all thoughts are ashamed or all things are silent, in the end, there is only one thought in his heart that has been madly suppressed for countless days and nights.

He thought of Xiao Shao, as a survivor, every day, every moment, never stopped, deceived everyone, and deceived himself, he could never deceive anymore.

He saw the handwriting in the mirror changed: "Why not learn Qing Lu."

Find a time in the future to survive?

"I don't want to go," Lin Shu's mind was blank and there was no way to think. In all silence, his emotions finally collapsed, tears kept falling, crying so hard that he could hardly say a complete sentence: "I miss Xiao Shao. ...Don't go where there is no Xiao Shao."

He lowered his head, his voice was faint, almost nothing: "I want to... look at him again."

Four words appeared on the mirror: "Go is to die."

"I know." Lin Shu stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and said dumbly: "I want to die...where there is Xiao Shao."

The mirror was blank for a long time, and finally a word appeared.

"it is good."