On the side, red-clothed Yan Xin looked at this figure, tears were already rolling in her eyes, and she tried her best to control herself and not let herself lose her temper in front of this man.

However, she underestimated the status of this man in her heart.

"Why? Why haven't you come out to see me for two years? ”

The figure condensed by the black shadow in mid-air seemed to disperse as soon as it was blown, and in the face of Yan Xin's question, the figure didn't pay much attention to it, just turned its head to look at her, smiling.

The two children beside him were also looking at her blankly at the moment, as if they didn't understand why she was so excited.

"Even if you come out and say a word to me, I won't be so lonely, my eldest brother is dead, my sister is dead, you are also dead, why don't you let me see you again!"

Yan Xin no longer has the cold appearance when she first met, she is like a child abandoned by her peers, her shoulders are constantly shaking, she is so lonely.

The black shadow came to him, squatted down, and touched Yan Xin's shoulder with his illusory and unreal palm, the cold wind blew, she felt something, and slowly raised her head. The man was as happy as ever, smiling like a summer flower.

"Yan Xin, why are you obsessed with the past, you should let go of what you should let go. Zhu Yan Ci Mirror Flower Tree, the most important thing is that the world can't stay, back then you still told me this poem, why haven't you been awake now? ”

The figure said slowly, smiling unabated, looking at Yan Xin, who was holding his hands on the ground, his eyes were soft, as if he was looking at his sister, and Yan Xin looked at the three of them, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.

Zhu Yan's rhetoric is the most incomprehensible in the world.

Isn't this a pity? It's just that how many people can really look directly at such regrets?

The figure turned its head to look at the man kneeling on the ground, his eyes turning from soft to angry, and then from anger to disappointment.

"Wei Xian, you get up."

The man knelt on the ground and remained indifferent, he just looked at the figure, and the tears never stopped.

"Wei Xian, I command you, get up."

Hearing this, the man slowly stood up, and the black shadow stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, I have already gone to the Three Realms, when you gave me the captain of the horse, I saw that you must be extraordinary, worthy of the person I Ji Cheng fancied."

Wei Xian tried to squeeze out a smile, but the two children around Ji Cheng were so frightened that they hid behind him. The tall figure dragged the two children to the front and in front of Wei Xian.

"There are some things that I can't say, and it's inconvenient for you to say them. Since you have done it, then let it continue to be so wrong, Zi Geng and Zi Qing are your children, and they can only be your children. ”

In mid-air, Ji Cheng's figure dimmed a little, and hearing his words, Yan Xin also understood what was going on between them, and at this moment her face was full of shame.

"Let me do one more thing for this world."

When I looked up, I saw a black shadow wave of his hand, and a dense black mist poured out of the body of the ghost head knife, and in an instant, the ghost cry enveloped this space, fortunately, before entering the secret room, Wei Xian used the qi barrier to isolate this heaven and earth, otherwise with the ability of the soul in the butcher knife, it would definitely make goose feathers and heavy snow float in a radius of dozens of miles.

"If there is any grievance, there will be descendants to appeal for you, so why make trouble in the world? Come with me! ”

In the black mist, grimaces with hideous expressions appeared, they opened their mouths wide, screaming, roaring, they were unwilling, their nostalgia for Hongchen made them unwilling to go to reincarnation, they wanted to see the day when they were wronged.

However, for so many years, they only saw that they were sealed, written into the history books for the crime of treason, and used as a conversation point at the wine table by those who persecuted them back then, and they only laughed at them, but there was no mercy.

So they have deteriorated, they are no longer willing to be humiliated, and since they can't wait to settle their grievances, they will kill people and kill those court princes who slandered them back then.

"I still have a wish to be fulfilled, I am wronged!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to give you a taste of what I suffered! ”

"I'm going to suck your blood dry little by little and eat your flesh and skin bit by bit!"

…………

The entire secret room is filled with a strong sense of negativity, and if an ordinary person enters it, he will immediately have soft thoughts and put them into action.

"As soon as I leave, no one can control you anymore, and the affairs of the world have nothing to do with us, and your death will be the nourishment of Da Li."

The black shadow of the tall Ji Cheng grabbed it with both hands, and then flung it, and the black mist finally broke away from the blade, and the moment they lost their attachment, it became extremely illusory.

At the moment when the unjust soul broke away from the butcher's knife, an iron nail door appeared out of thin air on his side, and a dull sound of opening the door sounded, and two people walked out from inside, one wearing a black robe, the other wearing a white robe, and a high hat, the former was written "The world is peaceful", and the latter was written "Fortune at first sight". They drooped their long tongues, without any expression, their eyes stared straight ahead, and then detained the black shadow and walked towards the door, passing in front of Ji Cheng, the two paused for a moment, and after noticing something strange, their eyes changed slightly.

"I'll go myself, two of you, please go back first."

Black and white impermanence nodded, as if he was a little jealous of the tall man in front of him.

This is not the capital city of Ayaluo Prefecture, but the Netherworld Capital that controls the reincarnation of all things in the world.

"This ...... Is there really a reincarnation in this world? ”

Yan Xin stared at everything that happened in front of her, all of this was too shocking for her, and Wei Xian on the side couldn't keep the wind calm at the moment, and looked at it in a daze.

"Wei Xian, Yan Xin. Once I'm gone, there's no chance of seeing you again, thank you, there are still two of you in this world who can remember us. ”

The tall black shadow patted the two of them, and Wei Xian said with a smile:

"Zhou Fangru's sour Ru didn't come, and he always remembered you, King Yan."

"Fang Ru, is that Zhou Fangru who once quarreled with people in the army all day long, and even scolded Yan Xin for crying? Hahahaha. ”

When Yan Xin heard this, his face was flushed, and he immediately burst into laughter, and the two men on the side also laughed, laughing for a long time, just like before, riding on the battlefield, happy and hateful.

The door of the capital closed and opened, and a person with a judge's pen and a book of life and death was waiting for him inside the door, smiling and extremely respectful.

Hades Lu Judgment, Lu Yan.

"Well, let's go, I can't wait over there. If you can, let ...... That's it, they can do whatever they want. ”

After that, Ji Cheng took the hands of the two children and came to Wei Xian, the two children reached out and touched the middle-aged man's tear-soaked face with an innocent smile, and then followed Ji Cheng into the iron door, the iron door slowly closed, Wei Xian looked inside at the door, and the two children turned around and smiled at him and waved.

"Goodbye, Daddy, I'm sorry for you."

One door apart, yin and yang separated.

The iron door slowly disappeared, and the three sandalwood sticks in the incense burner also burned out, and the last incense ash fell to the incense burner. On the long table, three of the original four wordless spiritual seats were silently engraved with their names.

"The Spirit Seat of King Yan Jicheng".

"The spiritual seat of the beloved son Wei Yao".

"The spiritual seat of the beloved daughter Wei Yao".

Yan Xin looked at the spirit seats on the table, his eyes staring at the last two spirit seats, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Do you know why?"

Yan Xin nodded, came to the table, picked up the three pillars of sandalwood and lit it, inserted it into the incense altar, picked up the knife that fell to the ground, and walked out of the secret room silently.

Back in the study, the secret door to the secret room was closed again, and the long cloth bag containing the blood-draining gun and the thread-bound book with the blue cover were placed in the secret room by Wei Xian.

"I will live here during this time, but don't worry, I will not mix with Zi Geng and Zi Qing's choice."

Yan Xin's face lost the initial rebelliousness, and there was a trace of melancholy on his delicate face.

"Hey."

Wei Xian ignored what she said, and said lightly:

"I'm not taking you to see the spiritual position."

Wei Xian came to Yan Xin, took the black broadknife in her hand, the butcher knife was unsheathed, and the room suddenly became a little colder, but the anger in it was now gone.

Yan Xin was slightly surprised, this knife had been brought out of Zhenguo Temple two years ago, and every time it came out of the sheath, it would devour her life force, and the white hair under the dense green silk was the best proof.

"Such a beautiful woman, only thirty years old, unmarried, but because of this knife, let herself be like this, why bother."

Yan Xin subconsciously touched her face, took the hair hanging down on her temples in front of her eyes, and looked at the hair that turned from black to white, her eyes dimmed a little.

"If the more than 100 unjust souls in it hadn't been suppressed by King Yan, and the soul-attracting and dooming array with the cooperation of the monks of at least the Middle Four Realms of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism would have been increasingly worn out by them, otherwise they would have been consumed alive the moment you slashed out."

Wei Xian returned the knife to Yan Xin, who took the knife and asked about the doubts in his heart.

"How do you know that Ji Cheng will appear, I have been calling him all the time for the past two years, but he has never appeared, I once thought that he was not in this knife."

"Didn't he come out when I used the killing machine on you? If it weren't for the fact that I had this martial artist in the upper three realms, he would definitely not be at ease to appear from the knife, and it was I who discovered this that I would take you to the secret room, where the spiritual seat was asked for from Yuyulou after I came here, the essence of the ghost tree of a thousand-year-old locust tree, only made these four spiritual positions, and the sandalwood is also too high to pay tribute to the incense, and I burn incense every day to recall their souls and let them rest in peace. ”

The locust tree is the ghost in the tree, and the tribute incense is to offer incense, the two complement each other, Wei Xian is to recall the souls of the four of them will set up a spiritual position in this secret room, and cooperate with the majesty of the bookshelf and books with the coercion of his upper three realms, so as not to let the wandering soul and wild ghosts get involved, not to mention that this place is Yuzhou City, there is a Yuyu Tower overlooking the whole city, not to say that it is evil and dare not approach, even ordinary monks do not dare to enter the city blatantly.

"This knife has been completely uprooted by Ji Cheng, you have no worries about using it, this knife is a butcher knife, and it has extraordinary damage to the undead."

Wei Xian smiled, and then continued:

"But you are a monk in the Middle Fourth Realm, ghosts and evil do not invade, this knife is a chicken rib for you, what did you get it in exchange? I don't believe that the old bald donkeys in Zhenguo Temple will give you this knife unconditionally? ”

"I exchanged a natal pen for ......"

Hearing this, Wei Xian's smile froze at first, and he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, trembling and a little incredulous.

"Yes...... Is it the brush that once depicted the mountains and rivers and the leylines of the mountains and rivers and wore red on the sacred decree of canonizing the mountains and rivers? ”

The knot in her heart opened, and at this moment, Yan Xin had completely lost the appearance she had when she first met, and in the face of Wei Xian's accusations, she seemed to be a little girl, with her head down, pitiful.

Seeing her silent appearance, the big shopkeeper had already gotten the answer, he beat his chest angrily, the dignified Three Realms, the few martial artists in the Upper Three Realms in Kyushu, and the big shopkeeper of the Jianghu Inn who was not smiling on weekdays, had no gas at all at the moment.

"Does Yan Shenggong know?"

Wei Xian first asked a question, then thought about it, and the style of his words changed.

"He definitely doesn't know, if he knows that his precious granddaughter has exchanged the Wen Shengpen for a bad luck butcher's knife, I'm afraid that the next Yan Shenggong will succeed to the throne!"

Zhangzhou Yan family, the descendants of the first generation of literary saint Yan Han, the study of a family is the study of the world's scholars, after a hundred schools of thought, countless schools of thought emerge in endlessly, in the long river of history, some gradually rise, some gradually declined, and during this period, the Yan family doctrine has been standing for nearly two thousand years.

Scholars pay the most attention to orthodoxy, so although their doctrine is not applicable in today's Dali Dynasty, even the emperor does not dare to be disrespectful.

Nowadays, when the idea of "learning literature and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family" has gradually become the mainstream, and the "three outlines and five constants" have become the inherent thoughts in people's hearts, Yan Qing, the contemporary Yansheng Gong, once again proposed that "the people are precious, the society is secondary, and the monarch is light", this sentence is like a spring thunder in the hearts of the world's readers.

Yan Xin was still silent, lowering his head and playing with his long hair, looking at her appearance, Wei Xian took a few breaths and calmed down and said.

"This matter must be known to Yan Shenggong, and see if he can get the Wen Shengbi back from the bald donkey with his face."

Yan Xin hurriedly raised his head, waved his hands wildly, and trembled as he spoke.

"No, no, don't, let my grandfather and his old man know that they won't spare me, and if they don't do it, they will punish me for copying the sage's quotations."

"It's really not okay for me to go on a trip, this holy pen has the luck of the sky, and it must not stay in the Zhenguo Temple, otherwise the word "Zhenguo" on its plaque will really deserve its name. ”

Wei Xian sat down helplessly, looked at the six brushes on his pen stand, and shook his head.

Of course, this sentence is just angry words, Chang'an City is the best city in the world, there are many masters, there are many monks in the Middle Four Realms, and there are not a few martial artists, if it is really necessary, Wei Xian will definitely let Yan Shenggong know about this matter and let him get it back in person.

Under the leadership of Uncle Liu, Yan Xin came to his room, which was specially cleaned up by Wei Xian today, the room was fully furnished, and even the four treasures of the study room were specially prepared, and there was a painting hanging on the wall, writing:

"Whatever no one wants, no one does what he hates."

Jianghu Inn, lobby.

The young shopkeeper Wei Zigeng walked to the door with wine and meat, and beside him were his sister Wei Ziqing and Zhou Ying, a talented girl dressed as a Confucian in green clothes, and the three of them went to Junhu outside the city together.

There was a beggar beside the Songjun Lake, under the old willow tree, and he hadn't drunk for several days.

Under the old willow tree, Su Qi'er held a willow branch in his mouth, and the long sword with the worn scabbard was held in his arms, and Erlang's legs were crossed, lying under the tree and taking a nap.

The beginning of spring has arrived, the willow tree pulls out the turquoise shoots, the spring breeze blows, blows a lake of water, and also blows the hair of the young man's sideburns.

A smell of wine and meat came to her nose, and Su Qi'er sniffed the fragrance and slowly straightened up, but her eyes did not open.

"Hey!"

Su Qi'er was excited, and when she opened her eyes, there were a man and two women in front of them, with familiar smiles, the beggar took the wine and meat from Wei Zigeng's hand angrily, opened the cork and wrapped the beef in sauce on butter paper, and feasted on it.

Even when he was drinking and eating meat, he still had the worn-out sword under his armpit, as if he would be snatched away as soon as he left.

Looking at the long sword, Wei Zigeng couldn't help but want to see what kind of sword it was, so that a beggar had to hold it when he slept and ate.

"Su Qi'er, can you show me this sword? I haven't seen you unsheathed in years. ”

Su Qi'er glanced at him, drank wine by himself, took a sip of meat, and drank a glass of wine, and the beggar said: "Never hope that a great sword cultivator's sword will be unsheathed, because they are cultivating their minds, so blood will be seen when they come out of the sheath." ”

As he spoke, he also made a gesture of unsheathing the long sword, and raised the corners of his mouth at Wei Zigeng.

Zhou Ying smiled and said nothing, Wei Ziqing glanced at him, slightly speechless, but Wei Zigeng nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother, you won't really believe it, this beggar is obviously Kuang yours, wait until I snatch the sword in his hand and find out!"

Seeing this, the beggar immediately grabbed the last bite of meat wrapped in butter paper and put it in his mouth, picked up the wine jug, carried the long sword, and drank as he ran.

"Woman, heroine spare life, the little life is bitter, the life is bitter!"

Laughter and laughter in the sky.

Since Su Qi'er came here, the dilapidated temples have even changed slightly, and the plaque that used to be unable to read clearly is now gradually clear.

"The Dragon King of Kozawa".

As for whether there is a dragon king or not, what happened here will make the golden body of the dragon king in the temple disappear, this is unknown.