I have something in my heart, but I can't get it.

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You have to use this method to know that your body has fallen into the devil's path.

It turns out that I have fallen into the devil.

I often hear people say that one thought becomes an immortal, and one thought falls into a demon. Yu Yanbai used to feel that those people who had done so many unscrupulous and evil things still cultivated the Immortal Proving Dao as if nothing had happened, and they didn't believe in it. But it turns out that it is such a simple thing to fall into the devil.

The devil does not have evil thoughts for evil, because evil thoughts are common to all mediocre people.

The devil is an obsession that does not lead to a way but insists on fighting the fire until his head breaks and the blood flows, the moth fights the fire, it is madness, and it is obsessive.

Yu Yanbai was walking aimlessly, but he didn't expect to return to the small courtyard, and he was stunned and stood in front of the master's door.

He was silent for a long time, raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but he put it down weakly, and smiled sadly.

He thought, what he originally wanted was to cut off the cause and effect of the two, but now that he has fallen into the devil, wouldn't it be more reasonable to leave the Qingwei faction, and claim to have cut off the master-apprentice status?

It's ridiculous that the world seems to know people's hearts, and it rains heavily without warning.

The clear night turned into a thick and heavy rain curtain, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was clear and audible.

Yu Yanbai took out his sword in the sound of the rain.

This sword was forged by Shizun himself, refining the cold ice qi and melting the strange materials in the world, and it was originally an immortal treasure that depended on his own blood and could grow together, but he was no longer worthy of using this noble sword.

He drew his sword from its scabbard and examined it carefully.

He drew his sword with great tenderness, his eyes softly looking at the incomparably sharp sword as if it could slash through the moonlight.

The blade of the sword was sharp, and the moonlight that came through the gap between the rain and the rain seemed to be flowing water pouring down on the sword.

Then he decisively broke this peerless sword.

The sharp sword cut through the palm of his hand, and the bones were visible, and the blood was gushing down, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, but cherished it, and put it on the ground in front of the door with both hands.

The sword didn't have a name yet, but he was already bidding farewell to it.

As if those old days had not burned out, he was already about to burn them into a cup of piping hot wine and drink it in his arms.

He slowly bowed three times at the door.

One, two, three.

Every time it was so hard, and so restrained.

It's like biting your lip and refusing to shed tears.

When he looked up for the last time, his eyes had turned bloodshot. But Yu Yanbai didn't care about this.

He pulled out a scimitar he had taken from the scum from earlier.

He used a knife in his last life.

So he decided to abandon the sword and use it again.

It had been a long time since he had held a knife, so he tried his hand and suddenly remembered the word "one knife and two cuts", and sneered. Then he felt that he had deliberately let the rain get wet was stupid, so the rain around him was evaporated in an instant. He walked away slowly, looking unhurried, but suddenly he had walked out of a hundred meters, and all the rain that came down beside him was evaporated in an instant. His palms were dripping with blood, but the wound was gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that the healed wound emits scorched black smoke, and the grass and trees are withered everywhere it passes, and there is an ominous atmosphere.

After a while, I arrived at the door of a courtyard. He smiled and glanced at the wooden sign engraved with "Xuanbo, the head of the Qingwei faction" on the door, and the sword fell in his hand, and the guardian formation was cut open like this. Yu Yanbai entered the courtyard with a leisurely gait, and sure enough, he saw Xuanbo already standing under the porch in his clothes.

Seeing that it was him, Xuan Bo was a little surprised, and after carefully looking at the knife he used, and the blood-red eyes, he suddenly understood, so he smiled softly: "This is troublesome, it seems that I can't call you by my nephew anymore - Yu Yanbai?" ”

Yu Yanbai was born with extremely good-looking eyebrows and eyes, but with an indescribable sense of sharpness.

The cultivator has a rare age, and although he is twenty-three years old, he still looks like a young man with a clear and clear appearance. He didn't like to laugh originally, but now he always has a faint smile, which is as beautiful as a peach blossom.

Yu Yanbai said: "You say, if I kill you, will my master hate me?" ”

Xuanbo was gentle and elegant, and while taking care of his clothes in a hurry, he pretended to groan and said with a smile: "-This, how is it, why not try it?" ”

**

Heavy rain fell from the sky.

Chu Songluo leaned against the window and looked at the pouring rain, and sighed silently.

This world relies on Yu Yanbai for a living, although it usually has its own operating rules, but such a sudden heavy rain must be because of Yu Yanbai's inner pathos.

This is not surprising, because Yu Yanbai's author always describes his struggle and unwillingness, and always has to rain to render the bleak and tragic atmosphere and the irresistibility of fate. But Yu Yanbai was in a bad mood, but he didn't come to find himself, so he stood outside the door without saying a word, could it be for any other reason?

But he couldn't interrupt Yu Yanbai's independent choice, and vaguely felt that it would be better to wait for a while.

After pausing for a while, feeling that Yu Yanbai was gone, Chu Songluo pushed the door open, and immediately saw the broken sword that was placed on the ground, and the blood stains.

Yu Yanbai abandoned the sword and left, do you want to reuse the back knife?

Chu Songluo thought about it carefully, and understood that Yu Yanbai wanted to cut off contact with himself and wanted to never see him again. But why? Chu Songluo almost didn't write a "can be knocked down" on his face, Yu Yanbai should also be full of kindness and longing and admiration in his past and present lives, why should he break it off like this?

Chu Songluo anxiously reasoned that something was wrong.

Is it Xuanbo's problem?

Yu Yanbai should have been seriously injured in his eyes, and then he was taken advantage of by Xuanbo, a big bastard who took advantage of people's danger, so he was ruined Ruthless Swordsmanship.

- He should hate Genbo and want to replace him, right?

Seeing that the duck in his hand flew, Chu Songluo hesitated again and again, and finally decided to take a risk and try to trace the origin of the world.

Looking at the origin of the world is completely different from simply observing the laws and trends of the world, that is, the plot of a novel, but it must be traced back to a more core part. Therefore, he became more and more careful, and mobilized his own world law to attach to the surface of his body, like an ocean flowing into the sea, quietly integrating into the core of the world law.

Gradually approaching the origin, he doubled his mind to avoid being swallowed and assimilated by the laws of this world unintentionally, like a swimming fish, quietly touching the "origin"——

In a trance, he saw a girl in pajamas and messy hair sitting cross-legged on the bed and scrolling on her mobile phone, smirking while reading comments, and then lying down on the bed and rolling a few times, muttering to herself, "Eh, everyone hopes there is no cp......"

Chu Songluo didn't have a sense of disobedience when he saw this scene, because his author set him up in his previous life as a cool president who was worth a lot of money and rivaled the country, and he ate both men and women, meat and vegetarian food were not taboo, and he played everything, so these strange words were all clear. Later, he crossed into a big stallion, but unfortunately he was forced to eat only men, but it was also a smooth journey-

It's just that in the middle of that, his world suddenly collapsed.

He shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and stopped thinking about it, but continued to observe this "source".

The girl seemed to think of something, and a roll got up and jumped out of bed, opened the notebook, found the word document called "Setting", and deleted a lot of words about Yu Pei in one go. Then she opened the outline again, deleted all the paragraphs titled "Fallen Demons", and began to crackle on the keyboard and type new content. While muttering quietly, "Ah--but it's still so reluctant to set up...... Forget it, this era when goblins go crazy when they have meat. ”

Such a little bit of information was enough for Chu Songluo to understand the situation, in order not to be infiltrated by the world to discover that an outsider had infiltrated, Chu Songluo quietly and cautiously retreated from the circle of laws.

I see.,Ordinary words, a text from beginning to end that is a little forced to play without cp.,There's no need to set up Xuanzhi's ethereal and unattainable little uncle.。

- But it turned out that he was originally Yu Yanbai's destined person, and he didn't need to work so hard at all, Yu Yanbai would fall in love with him.

When Chu Songluo messed up the timeline, the originally deleted settings did not conflict with the current world, so it would naturally play a role. Therefore, Yu Yanbai's feelings for Xuanzhi are not ordinary love, but beyond imagination, desperate longing and belief.

- So he's in a demon.

Thinking of the broken sword that was left behind, Chu Songluo gradually figured out Yu Yanbai's thoughts.

Yu Yanbai pinned all his fantasies about beauty on Xuanzhi's body.

When Xuan Zhi was injured and was no longer the perfect and transcendent sword immortal in his previous life, but he himself was intact, Yu Yanbai, who had been tortured and gradually despaired, first thought of the reincarnation of destiny.

He probably thought that Xuanzhi had borne that obscene and dirty fate for him, so he hated the destiny of heaven and resented himself.

But in his own heart, Yu Yanbai is just a tattered dirt, even if he falls into the devil, he is just more despised by the world.

Therefore, he is willing to suffer, to leave Xuanzhi, to bear his own fate, so as to realize the protection of Xuanzhi with his life.

Next, he was afraid that he would have to make some gestures to prove to the Heavenly Dao that he had already separated from the righteous path, especially with the Xuanzhi.

Chu Songluo groaned slightly, and immediately figured out how to deal with it.

In the early morning of the next day, the Qingwei faction waited for the head to be gone, and the head of the head of the sect, Ping Han, went to find out, but was surprised to find that the formation of the head of the courtyard had been broken, and Xuan Bo fell in the courtyard dying, his right arm was directly cut off, and the wound was scorched black.

There were also blood stains dripping on the ground, and although they were washed away by the heavy rain of last night, they seemed to seep into the ground like a dark red sign, winding all the way.

While everyone summoned the elders of the sect to take the head of the sect back to the sect for treatment, they divided a few people to search along the bloodstains, and they actually went all the way to the courtyard of Xuanzhi Zhenren!

But I saw a broken sword lying in a pool of dried blood at the door of Xuanzhi Zhenren. Ping Han's eyes were sharp, and he recognized that this was Yu Yanbai's sword under the Xuanzhi Sect. Afraid that the situation would not be good, he pushed the door and broke in, and saw that Xuanzhi Zhenren was seriously injured and lying unconscious on the bed.

Yu Yanbai, a disciple of Xuanzhi Zhenren, fell into the devil, first seriously injured his teacher, broke his sword to show that he was not in harmony, and then almost killed Xuanbo Zhenren, the head of the Qingwei faction, and fled to the demon cultivation realm in fear of crime.

This news quickly spread throughout the various sects in the Horse Sweeping Stage, and for a time the world was in an uproar, and the Qingwei faction directly withdrew from this autumn competition.

The Qingwei faction has been the boss of the decent faction for so many years, and now the head of the sect has been hit hard, and the most powerful Xuanzhi Zhenren is still unconscious, if the forces within the faction can't quickly stabilize it, I'm afraid that other sects that have been suppressed for 10,000 years will be ready to move. Everyone is talking about whether the pattern of decency will change, and what kind of turmoil will there be.

**

Chu Songluo has been pretending to be sick recently, and every day when he wakes up, he is silent about the broken sword, and then he practices the sword, vomits blood, ponders, and falls asleep. In fact, in the middle of the night, he could feel someone standing by his bedside, without saying a word, only once tentatively reaching out, and as soon as he touched his face, he quickly took it back as if he had been burned by fire.

After more than half a month, Chu Songluo put away the broken sword, put it at the head of the bed, tied his hair, and went out with the sword. The boy who served the medicine these days hurriedly asked him, "Where is the real person going?" ”

Chu Songluo's face was calm and waveless, as if he had become that ancient and imposing sword again.

"The disciple is rebellious, my disciple has no way, and I should be personally beheaded by the sword."

The boy was shocked, but he did not dare to stop him, and when he saw that he had gone with his sword, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and rushed to tell the master.

Chu Songluo knew that Yu Yanbai hadn't actually gone to the realm of demon cultivation at all, but had been hiding on his own peak. Chu Songluo himself was "seriously injured", and those boys were so low in cultivation that they couldn't notice him at all.

After traveling for two days without stopping, Yu Yanbai also secretly followed him here.

Chu Songluo estimated the ability of the injured Xuanzhi, I am afraid that he should not be able to hold it at this time; By this time they had reached the middle of the boundless barren mountains and forests, so he forced himself to vomit a mouthful of blood, jumped from his sword, and stumbled a few steps before he could barely stand firm on the tree.

He took out an elixir and took it, only to feel a little better, so he found a stone cliff without vegetation cover, and the sword went into the air, pinched a trick, and actually broke a cave on this mountain silently, and instantly thought of the scar left by Xuanbo's whip, and secretly forced the place that had healed, so he hurriedly entered.

Yu Yanbai followed all the way, seeing that he didn't care about his body, he was shocked and annoyed, and at this moment, he saw that his face was pale after casting the magic trick, and a narrow blood mark oozed from his chest, so he couldn't help but be startled, and immediately pinched the stealth trick and went in.

When he saw that his master's cultivation had fallen to the point that he couldn't even feel his own breath at all, he couldn't help but feel a sour in his heart. Then I saw him pale and peel off his shirt, revealing his lean chest, on which a hideous whip mark appeared. It turned out that Xuanbo's whip was carefully refined, and a formation was added to it that made the wound unable to heal.

Although for Chu Songluo, this formation is almost useless, using it to pretend to be pitiful and sell a man can be regarded as not losing his little interest in playing with Xuanbo.

Yu Yanbai was really shocked and angry when he saw it, and he had no doubt that the culprit of this whip mark was Xuan Bo, and he only hated that he didn't kill him ruthlessly, but he suddenly heard a clear voice when he was in a complicated mood.

"Come out."

Yu Yanbai was shocked in his heart, but he still had a fluke and did not move.

But he heard his master say in a familiar and cold tone: "I connived at you to recuperate on my peak, and now I have exhausted my master-apprentice relationship." These two days have led you to such a wilderness, and you should have done your best—for the teacher's failure to teach. ”