"It was also the first medicine I personally fed you."
"Junior brother, this is Kunlun, your home, the place where you have practiced for twenty years."
Ji Xuanqing's eyes were soft and he said: "Look, that is your third peak. It has been waiting for you to come back for ten years."
"We are waiting for you, and the Kunlun Patriarchs of all generations are also waiting for you."
"The Supreme Being is ruthless. It's the sword moves, the sword intention, and the inner demon that are ruthless, not you Su Xinglan."
"Master said that if you keep the spiritual platform clear, you can wake up like a dream even if you become a demon."
"Junior brother, how long will it take if you don't wake up now?"
Ji Xuanqing clapped his hand, and the Catastrophe Bell rang for the second time.
Compared with the dull and deep sound of the first sound, the second sound of the catastrophic bell is vague and hard to find.
The man in green shirt was shaking and screamed miserably.
He clutched his head tightly, shivering, and was in pain.
Ji Xuanqing continued: "The fourth peak is the place you have been to the most. There is the woman you love most in your life, Xia Baiyou."
"The great revenge has been avenged. Qu Changan is dead. Junior Sister Baiyou knows it. She definitely doesn't want to see you like you are today."
"Whether you are a human or a demon all depends on your thoughts. Rather than saying that the inner demons of the Demon Sword Art have controlled you, it is better to say that you, Su Xinglan, have fallen into oblivion and forgotten your true nature."
"If you kill me, senior brother won't blame you, I really won't blame you."
Ji Xuanqing's eyes were wet and he said: "As long as I can eliminate your inner demons, it doesn't matter if I die?"
"Grrrr..." The man in blue shirt made a strange sound in his throat.
His body fell down.
Like light and feeble feathers, they flutter in the wind and are not stained by dust.
Ji Xuanqing turned a blind eye and continued: "Sitting alone by the window in the small building, I only hope that your heart will remain the same as before. I hold a red thread in my heart and promise you a happy life in three lifetimes."
"Stars are falling, stars are rising in the night, and white pomelo is born in the early summer."
"Don't let her down, don't let her down either."
"boom."
On the fourth peak, a soft and sweet voice sounded: "Sitting alone by the window in the small building, I just hope that your heart will be as good as before."
"Xinglan, I am here. I have always been here. I have never left you."
Like a dream or an illusion, it seems both true and false.
The body of the man in green shirt, which was less than half a meter above the ground, suddenly trembled, and he just seemed to be floating in space.
His blood-red eyes slowly returned to their normal color, and his violent murderous intent gradually subsided.
The hands that were tightly covering the temples were quietly released, teeth collided, and the words were pronounced like pearls: "White, pomelo."
Ji Xuanqing was overjoyed, flew to the man in green shirt, and said excitedly: "Junior brother, you have suffered."
"Quick, guard this moment of clarity, and my senior brother will help you slay your inner demons."
The man in green shirt shook his head with difficulty, and said with a distorted expression: "It can't be killed."
Ji Xuanqing said persistently: "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing, believe me and believe in yourself, it will be possible."
"Sir, Senior Brother." The man in green shirt smiled sadly, his mind was struggling in a blur: "General, imprison me in Kunlun, a forbidden land."
"Little Junior Brother." Ji Xuanqing turned around sadly with tears in his eyes.
"Listen, it's mine." The man in green shirt's breath was weak, but with a toughness that could not be refused.
He fell to the ground and grabbed at the void.
The thick long sword wrapped in black cloth was held vigorously in his palm.
"You, go back." He patted the hilt of the sword and pushed it gently.
"Kunlun's luck is getting weaker day by day, and Wufeng needs your suppression."
"Hold Kunlun until I wake up."
"Qiang."
The black cloth exploded, revealing the completely black body of the Taixuan Sword.
It rotated rapidly around the man in green shirt, moaning in sorrow.
"Let's go." He stood up straight and pointed with his index finger.
