Zhen Daodao, who was held down on both sides of his shoulder, had dry lips, his eyes began to drift, looking at the pair of brothers and sisters who were held down and bullied and humiliated by the man in the hat, there was guilt and contempt in his eyes......

What a sorrow it is to live.

The same goes for yourself.

The hunched man, catching a glimpse of a light out of the corner of his eye, raised his eyes.

In the depths of the dilapidated Taoist temple, the ancient "god statue" enshrined seemed to have a flash of light for a moment.

Did you read it wrong?

He looked at the sculpture again.

Lingshan believes in Buddhism, but because of the Taizong era, the reason for the confluence of the east and the west, Yaochi, Leiyin Temple, exchange and change of realm, in the pure land, in order to show friendship, the Taoist temple was also built in the early years...... Later, the Taoist priests left Lingshan, and these ancient temples were naturally idle and deserted, some were demolished, and some were still preserved.

Zhen Daode rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand with difficulty, he looked at the tall statue and found that there was really a touch of brilliance in the eyes of the statue.

This temple ...... Offered is:

"Emperor Zhenwu ......"

Zhen Daode muttered softly.

The tall man in the hat dragged the head of the white-haired boy and lifted it upwards fiercely, and when he was about to smash it down again, the girl who was restrained by his other hand suddenly moved.

Zhou Yushui gritted her teeth, her elbow made a "piercing" sound, she twisted her waist suddenly, between the lightning and flint, and hit the man's jaw with her forehead, the man with the hat let go of the palm that held her hands, the girl's two arms had been twisted by herself and bent out of shape, and she stepped on the man's crotch fiercely.

The hat man roared in pain, he covered his vital parts with both hands, Zhou Yushui had already swept towards the stone pillar, she tried her best, shook her hands, ten fingers barely grasped the sharp knife, kicked on the stone pillar, and swept herself towards the hat man with the help of the shock force.

"Thorn-"

The sharp knife breaks through the air.

When he was about to be stabbed on the face of the man in the hat, Zhen Daode felt that his shoulders were loosened, and the two men had already swept into the temple, and shot mercilessly, and in the next moment, the sharp knife flew out, and the girl was hit hard by someone on the lower abdomen, and flew sideways into the stone platform of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

Zhou Yushui's eyes were resentful, lying in a pool of blood, without saying a word, staring coldly at the three tall figures at the temple gate.

"Ah...... It hurts......"

The man in the hat covered his vital point with one hand, and was silent for a long time before he hissed with difficulty, "This bastard girl...... What a bitch......"

He staggered, stood up, grabbed the sharp knife, and stared at the little girl carved in stone.

The man stepped forward, but suddenly frowned.

A withered hand grabbed the ankle that loomed under his robe.

The white-haired boy whose head could no longer be lifted had a weak voice, like a crumbling candle flame that could be extinguished at any time.

"Don't...... Move my sister. ”

A cloudy wind blows.

There was a dead silence in the Taoist temple.

It's just that in the eyes of the man in the hat, this dead silence seems a little funny.

The tone of this little guy is tough.

But...... His voice was too quiet.

Zhou raised his head, his vision was blurred, his pupils had lost most of their color, his white hair was stained with blood, in his eyes, the man in the hat was blurred, and the whole world was blurred, only the statue of the Emperor Zhenwu was still clear, and the pupils of the two gods exuded a warm and familiar light.

He smiled and said angrily, "Otherwise...... I won't let you go even if I die. ”

The man in the hat lifted one foot and stepped on Zhou Jing's head!

"Boom".

Blood splattered.

Circumferential rain surface

Pale in color.

Her heart was crushed by this kick.

The girl collapsed to the ground weakly, like a dead person.

Zhou Jingjing...... It's all her motivation to live, hope.

If one day, my brother dies.

Then the girl who would sit under the eaves and watch the rain would also die.

......

......

Soot.

Blood.

White shredded hair.

Blowing in the wind.

When the smoke cleared, you could vaguely see the tall man in the hat who maintained a posture of stepping on one foot, and stepped on the soles of his feet with a sunken cobweb...... But the sunken ground was empty.

The wizened, white-haired boy was nowhere to be seen.

The original puddle of blood on the ground, trampled on all directions, filled the air, with a rich and ominous blood.

The man in the hat frowned.

He turned around and found that the white-haired young man who was lying on the ground had come to the stone platform of the True Martial Emperor at some point.

Zhou Jingzhen helped his sister up, he gently wiped the blood on the corner of her lips with one hand through his sleeve, and said softly: "Close your eyes and sleep." ”

Zhou Yushui's eyes widened in disbelief.

She looked at her brother, staring at her familiar eyes.

What's dead......

Something came to life again.

......

......

"Hey. ”

The man in the hat held the sharp knife, and it took him two breaths to calm himself down, to make sure that he hadn't seen the white-haired boy's movements just now, and then used two more breaths to go through the files of the brother and sister in his mind.

This pair of beggars who live the most humble life in Lingshan......

No strength, no backing, no background.

It's really an ant that you can ravage and manipulate at will.

He walked towards the white-haired boy with his back to him, only to hear an extremely calm voice.

"Pay off your debts, pay for your life. ”

The man in the hat was stunned.

"Let's settle these two accounts together today. ”

His consciousness didn't react.

Debt repayment...... He could still understand.

Murder pays for life.

He didn't understand.

I didn't have a chance to understand.

Zhou Jingyu covered Zhou Yushui's eyes with one hand, and slowly raised his other hand in a fist shape.

The three crackling sounds of "bang bang bang" -

In front of the stone sculpture of the Emperor Zhenwu, three clusters of blood flowers burst out!!

Standing outside the gate of the Taoist Temple, "Zhen Daodao", who was leaning over, witnessed the extremely impactful scene of the white-haired young man crushing the three men in the air with his fists, his eyes widened, and he flew out by the impact, hitting the stone wall in the distance, confused, and fainted.

The white-haired boy's palm landed in front of the girl, covering her face.

Don't let Zhou Yushui see that bloody scene.

And when he moved the palm of his hand over the girl's face again, the latter's eyes were closed, and his slender eyelashes fluttered with his steady breathing.

It has fallen into a "deep sleep".

The white-haired boy stood up and muttered to himself, "This body...... I'm so sick. ”

He quickly read the memories of the body's original owner.

Zhou was stunned.

A boy who was born weak, seriously ill and destitute, his life was cut off four years ago.

Memories of more than a decade came flooding back to my heart.

The white-haired young man covered his forehead with one hand, frowned, and said softly, "The third method of immortality...... Why is this happening?"

The bloody breath in the Dao Temple was swept out by wisps of starlight one after another, swept into the heavy rain outside the eaves, and the scarlet qi was dispersed by the rain.

As soon as he made a move, he directly killed three people.

Zhou You is not a good person, in his eyes, this world is cruel and cold, as the youngest palace master of Zixiao Palace, born Dao fetus, he has never walked at the bottom of this world, nor has he experienced the suffering of the world...... No matter where he went before, the major holy mountains treated him as a guest of honor, served him well, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

And now, waking up in the body of "Zhou Jingjing".

The bitterness, sorrow, and empathy of the past ten years have been integrated into the sea of gods that travels around.

He successfully confirmed the "third method of immortality" and obtained a new life...... But inevitably, the emotions of this white-haired teenager were accepted.

Zhou You is a lover.

Devoted to the avenue of heaven and earth, in order to preach, even his own life can be thrown away, how can such a person be a lover?

As a Dao fetus, after entering the Dao Sect, all the time was spent on enlightenment...... So Zhou Yu has almost no friends, the only one who can be called a friend.

It's only Xu Zang.

And that crazy woman swaying.

In addition to the two of them, no one of Da Sui's peers dared to talk to Zhou You.

In his previous life, at an extremely fast speed, he had cultivated to the peak of the Star Monarch, and he was only one line away from Nirvana, and he always felt that he was missing something.

"Is it 'love'?"

After the reincarnation of the third immortal method, Zhou You raised a hand and looked at the palm prints on his palm in a trance.

But there is something that it does not have.

He squatted down and looked at Zhou Yushui indifferently.

In the memory of the original owner, this is an important person he will protect at all costs.

He thought that he would not be able to accept this feeling, but stared at this face that should not be familiar...... Zhou You's eyes became gentle, and he could feel a warm current in his heart.

Is the boy named "Zhou Jingjing" really dead?

Zhou You rubbed his eyebrows in a trance.

He fell into a long, trivial thought, until the sound of a sword breaking through the air came from outside the temple gate.

......

......

Two flying swords fell into the door of this Taoist temple.

Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu put away their swords, and looked at the scene in the Dao Temple at this moment with some silence, the "bowed thief" who had seen one before was full of blood, leaning against the stone wall and fainting, the heavy rain was pouring down, and the blood in this Dao Temple could not be washed away.

The two men immediately understood what was happening.

The fine snow and the red candle were propped up, and the two of them walked into the heavy rain, because of the Qing Jian, Ning Yi could sense the breath of "Zhou Jing", in the territory of Lingshan, when it was time to leave, Qing Jian suddenly had a problem...... Zhou Yushui's sick brother fell rapidly.

So, when I came to the Taoist Temple, I saw this scene.

The previous conflict seems to have been resolved.

And with such abilities...... Obviously, it can't be Zhou Jingjing.

When Ning Yi came to the temple, he saw Zhou Yushui, who was weak but in good health, had his cheeks wiped clean, put on Zhou Jing's bed, covered the futon, and pasted a warm bamboo slip with blue light on his forehead.

And the white-haired boy with a skinny body stood under the sculpture of the Zhenwu Emperor with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Ning Yi asked softly, "Mr. Zhou You?"

The white-haired boy standing under the huge statue nodded.

His voice was a little tired.

"It's me. ”