"That's when I saw that my master was about to break my neck, right?" Yushi raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, with a lonely look in his eyes.
"I..."
Yushi sighed and continued: "What if it is really my master who breaks my neck? So, I just heard that you actually called your master's name directly, and I was a little..."
Lin Zhihuan told Jiang Xiaoyu many things that happened after Jiang Xiaoyu was taken away by the painter. Although Jiang Xiaoyu felt that the old monk Changxuna was a bit unreasonable, he really knew that after his death, his own
I still feel a little sad inside.
Look at the fat monk in front of me again. The cleverness with which he snatched his own fish when he was in Chuyang is no longer visible. The only thing left is a sad look on his face.
Jiang Xiaoyu also understood that it was useless no matter how many words of comfort he said. At this time, he could only stretch his head and look at the battlefield below.
Lin Zhihuan is not a jade stone. He is a monk in the middle stage of Mahayana. Once he becomes serious, few people in the world of cultivation can be his opponent.
At this time, Lin Zhihuan stood with his hands tied, a spiritual sword circling around him. The fluctuations of spiritual power stirred up gusts of wind, and the "long beard" was opposite him, and his face was already extremely ferocious.
After several tentative collisions, Lin Zhihuan was obviously a little surprised.
The "Long Beard" in front of him did not have any fluctuations in spiritual power, but what supported his attack was a very strange energy that he had never seen before.
This kind of energy was born out of black energy, but it is much richer.
In the world, regardless of Buddhism or demon cultivators, what supports their progress in cultivation is the spiritual power that widely exists in the world. However, this strange thing has no spiritual power at all, but the strength it displays is,
But it has already reached the early stage of Mahayana.
What's even stranger is that its body is exactly the same as the dead long-bearded monk.
Although there are many masters of disguise or appearance change in the world, there are almost no people who can do this.
There is a shallow sword mark on "Long Xu"'s arm. You don't need to think about it to know that this must have been left by Lin Zhihuan.
Although it was a little annoyed to be interrupted by this uninvited guest while eating, it was still very calm on the surface.
Knowing that Lin Zhihuan was very powerful, "Changxu" suddenly started to chuckle.
This sound fell into Lin Zhihuan's ears, and it was very sharp and harsh.
Lin Zhihuan frowned slightly and snorted: "Can you still laugh? Today is your death anniversary!"
"Oh? Really?" The timbre of the voice actually changed. To human ears, it felt like it was coming from a half-male, half-female evil person.
As soon as the voice fell, "Long Beard" shook his body, and a piece of dry human skin just slipped off.
The human skin fell to the ground, and instantly there was a "chi" sound, and a cloud of black smoke rose up.
Black smoke enveloped "Long Beard"'s body and was immediately absorbed back.
Lin Zhihuan suddenly froze. The suspended spirit sword was a little unstable and almost fell down.
"Wanyu..."
A woman's name came out of Lin Zhihuan's mouth, and there were obviously tears in the corners of his eyes.
Looking at the person opposite Lin Zhihuan, the person standing there was clearly a woman in her thirties.
She has a pair of sparkling eyes, as bright and clear as stars. Her eyes are curved like crescent moons, and a wonderful aura naturally reveals itself.
As if thinking of something, her eyes moved slightly and she said to Lin Zhihuan: "Do you...remember me?"
"Still remember me?"
The voice kept echoing in Lin Zhihuan's mind. This voice was so familiar and yet so far away. This voice appeared in Lin Zhihuan's ears many times when he dreamed back at midnight.
This voice traveled through the fleeting years and struck Lin Zhihuan's heart.
"Wanyu..." Lin Zhihuan's lips collided numbly. At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.
It's been so many years, I almost can't remember this figure.
How many times did he spread out the rice paper, trying to copy the figure that haunted him through his memories, but every time, his ink dried, but there was no trace on the paper.
He hated himself, a Mahayana master who was praised by others outside, but could no longer remember the appearance of his wife.
Time is like quicksand, burying all traces of her.
The only thing that I can still remember clearly is that the woman I loved so much died under my own spiritual sword.
The desperate look in his eyes almost made him go crazy.
For many years, Lin Zhihuan didn't even dare to touch the sword. Every time he touched the spirit sword, he would see Wanyu's miserable look.
I saw blood on my hands that could never be wiped clean.
Time, it all depends on time.
It was time that gave him the chance to cheer up, and also gave him the dust of the past.
But the figure in front of him instantly brought his memory back many years ago.
"Bah!"
The spirit sword fell straight into the ground.
Lin Zhihuan's breathing became extremely heavy.
In the sky, although Yushi didn't know who the woman in front of him was, based on his own experience, he understood that this woman must be a very important person to Lin Zhihuan.
After all, what Changxu saw was Yuqing, and he saw Changxu.
Come to think of it, what Lin Zhihuan saw was an existence that he could not let go of.
"Elder Lin! Don't believe her, what you see is all an illusion!" Yushi gathered the remaining spiritual power and shouted loudly.
"Illusion?" A wry smile appeared on Lin Zhihuan's face.
"Yeah, how could I not know that all this is an illusion. But, even if it is an illusion, I want to take a few more looks."
"What a pity, what a pity..."
"Buzz!" The spirit sword buzzed and appeared beside his shoulder in an instant. Although the spirit sword had not been immersed in the soil, its body was as shiny as new. The sword body reflected the light from the sky onto Lin Zhihuan's face.
, reflecting a light two fingers wide.
Yes, how could a person of Lin Zhihuan's level be easily deceived.
He just didn't want to expose everything in front of him right away. Although the reminder of the past made him blame himself and make him sad, it was also what he wanted to take one more look at the girl he missed day and night.
He didn't understand why the strange existence in front of him could easily create her appearance. Thinking about the long beard he just saw and the jade still in the boat, he suddenly realized that it seemed that he and others were in this kind of situation.
There is no privacy at all in front of existence.
It seems to have existed around people from the beginning. It is dormant and observing. Then, it can materialize.
This kind of weirdness is completely incomprehensible even to a Mahayana monk like him.
"You..." "Wanyu" frowned slightly. Obviously, she already knew that this appearance could not deceive Lin Zhihuan at all, but her voice was still so pitiful.
"Are you going to kill me again?"
The tears were shining brightly, and Lin Zhihuan's mind was shaking again.
In his state, his heart has long been as peaceful as jade, but the person in front of him has a really important position in his heart.
Lin Zhihuan took a deep breath and suddenly closed his eyes.
"You closed your eyes, did you...want to kill me again?"
Closing his eyes, Lin Zhihuan just didn't want to destroy the already vague memories.
"you..."
The world suddenly became quiet, and there was no sound at all. Lin Zhihuan took the initiative to close his six senses. He didn't want this weird existence to keep consuming that gentle person.
The sword moves!
The sword stops!
At the moment of lightning, the spirit sword floated next to Lin Zhihuan again.
Although it was only one sword, he actually wielded thousands of swords.
This is the only technique he has learned on his own in so many years.
He named this sword [Jade Sword] as a tribute to the most important person who spent his life polishing this technique.
In mid-air, Yushi was obviously a little puzzled. He said to himself: "Elder Lin's sword, I..."
Jiang Xiaoyu was shocked in his heart. He was already in the state of becoming a god, but it was still difficult to see clearly the sword skills used by Lin Zhihuan. But fortunately, his ability to perceive spiritual power was outstanding.
"Just now, that sword seemed to have penetrated the woman's body thousands of times in an instant..." Jiang Xiaoyu muttered in disbelief.
As soon as he finished speaking, "Wanyu"'s body suddenly disappeared.
Lin Zhihuan slowly opened his eyes, but Jiang Xiaoyu, who was in the air, widened his eyes, "The sword strike just now seemed to have turned that woman into dust..."
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."
"No need to mourn, no need to suffer..."
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