Chapter Forty-Nine: Liu Xubai Dictates the Past

The spiritual power was sealed, and Jing Hong is now an ordinary person with a very good body, even though he has spiritual power to nourish his meridian body, he no longer listens to his call at all and uses it for him.

Liu Xubai let go of his neck, and before Jing Hong could catch his breath, the spiritual power in his palm hit Jing Hong's abdomen again, which was not fatal, but made him fall to the ground weakly and vomit out a mouthful of blood.

"How?" He leaned against the stone and panted, pulling the corners of his mouth, blood slowly sliding down the corners of his mouth, "Dignified Liu Xianjun, will you also be trapped by the demons in your heart, or even confused by them?" ”

No matter how much Jing Hong hates Liu Xubai, he has to admit that this person is not very sober in addition to Shu Nong's matter and has done something incomprehensible, but in other respects he is a veritable leader of the righteous path, if it is a normal Liu Xubai, even if he is angry, he will not be able to do this kind of sneak attack on the same door and harm the same door.

Liu Xubai closed his eyes, letting the demonic qi belonging to the inner demon wrap around his wrist, and looked at Jing Hong condescendingly with the momentum of the superior.

"When I was a child, I was like you, I was choked by the neck and pressed against a stone, and my lifeblood was put in the hands of others, and my hatred was unforgettable." He said slowly, "But for seven hundred years, I have such power, tolerate Shu Nong, tolerate Shu Yue, tolerate Shu family, but why do you think that I will tolerate you?" ”

Liu Xubai's face turned cold, and seeing that Jing Hong was weak, he also sat on the ground, looking at his appearance of wiping blood and panting, and thought: "I have investigated Yan Chang'an. ”

It was as if he had finally found someone to talk to, and he couldn't wait to spit out the words that were holding back in his head, even if the person in front of him had never dealt with him.

"Speaking of which." He smiled slightly, "Judging from the past and temperament alone, Lu Wangyi should be your disciple, and Yan Changan should be under my sect." ”

Jing Hong wiped the bright red from the corners of his lips casually: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Yan Changan is similar to me." Liu Xubai looked at him, "The city where I lived when I was six years old was slaughtered by the demons, and my father and mother desperately left a way for me to live, at that time, there were 180,000 monks in Yucheng, and after the demons went, there were only thirty-nine people left in the city, all of whom were children. ”

Jing Hong's eyelashes trembled.

Liu Xubai seemed to be just recalling a more impressive thing in the past, and there were no ups and downs in his emotions.

"When I walked out of the house, there was blood under my feet, and there was blood in the well, and it was bright red everywhere, and I looked up, and I couldn't see the sun in the sky, the mountains and trees, only the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood under my feet." He said, "There were too many corpses to be buried, so I hugged and cried with thirty-eight other children, and then took what I could take with them, and set fire to the entire Jade City." ”

"Hengyuan Xianjun once said that Lianzhou Jade City, although the land is partial, but Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, birds, beasts, flowers and plants show the aura of heaven and earth, and the Huawu travelers show the prosperity here, and over time, there will be many talents."

Jing Hong frowned slightly, and looked at Liu Xubai's eyes.

Hengyuan Xianjun is his little junior disciple who has been in retreat for a long time, and he is the master who teaches Liu Xubai this ability.

"Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and there are many talents." Liu Xubai chuckled, with a bit of sarcasm that made Jing Hong more and more suspicious, "Chaobai's group of fools slaughtered Yucheng for this sentence." ”

He stared at Jing Hong tightly: "But at that time, where was Hengyuan Immortal Jun who said this sentence and brought disaster to Jade City?" ”

Jing Hong's eyebrows jumped violently, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"At that time, the Cangyuan Sword Sect banquet came from all over the world, staggered, singing and dancing, Hengyuan Xianjun was drunk, and when he learned the news on the second day, Yucheng had been burned clean."

Liu Xubai then tore off a Cangyuan flower swaying in the wind.

"This is the beginning of the troubled times, Chaobai gave the Cangyuan Sword Sect and the entire human world."

Since some people say that there are outstanding people here, and there will be many talents in the future, then the demons will slaughter this place, thousands of years, the years are long, and there will not be any talents here.

With the blood of 180,000 people, a chapter of the battle between man and demon was opened.

"Later, I went into exile with other people, and secretly lived to the age of fifteen, when I was cut and killed by a thread in a fight, I was saved by Heng Yuan, who passed by, he valued my qualifications, and accepted me as a disciple, after which I practiced for fifty years, and met Shu Nong during my travels, two years later, the war between man and demon broke out completely, Shu Nong sacrificed the sword for the common people, I picked up the green light, and killed Chaobai."

"After that, Shu Nong died, and I suddenly had the power that I didn't dare to hope for before, and I became the first person."

Liu Xubai plucked the petals of Cangyuan Flower one by one, and looked at Jing Hong, who didn't know whether he didn't want to speak, or didn't know what to say: "I sometimes feel that fate makes people, I have spent a long time hating Shizun, but it was he who pulled me back from the brink of death and introduced me to the immortal gate." ”

"Have you read those scripts under the mountain?" He smiled, "My past has now been written into a book of ups and downs by those who wrote books. I had a miserable life, struggled to survive, and ushered in a turning point in my life when I was about to leave. Often those who ascend to high positions must have a miserable past, don't they? ”

Jing Hong opened his mouth, not knowing whether to defend his junior brother or two, or to be moved by his sudden bitterness.

What exactly does he want to do? Use the sad past to impress him, and then what? Let him feel guilty, shake hands with him and love him ever since?

"What do you want to say?" He moved, gasping and trying to sit up straight against the rock.

Liu Xubai's hand is not light, when he moves slightly, he will pull out a sharp pain, but his spiritual power is still sealed by Liu Xubai, and he can't even relieve it!

Damn it.

Liu Xubai watched him struggle with cold eyes: "Do you know how I am different from the protagonist in the book?" ”

How does he know!

Jing Hong was annoyed.

He knows what the difference between him and the book is what?! Isn't it all him!

Jing Hong was speechless.

He didn't need Jing Hong to answer, and said to himself: "Under the immortal gate, most of the protagonists of the human world script are righteous and awe-inspiring, frank and tenacious, and I-"

He lowered his head and threw down the Cangyuan flower with only two petals left in his hand: "Since I entered Cangyuan, I have never dared to forget the corpse mountain and sea of blood in Jade City, and after fifty years of penance, I got an opportunity by chance. ”

His voice was much lighter, and his face was no longer bland, and gradually became a little painful: "I entered the library and peeked at a forbidden book, and then it took nearly a month, with all care, and a thousand attentions, to transcribe the book. ”

"That book is called "Saving the Sword", the first twelve chapters, all recorded some bloodthirsty fierce swords, detailing how to raise a fierce sword, I turned to the twelfth chapter, and I didn't find a satisfactory one, those fierce swords, most of them have to be raised with blood, and they have to slaughter tens of thousands of people to raise a fierce sword, and even in the end, the person holding the sword was controlled by the sword instead, and went mad, but——"

"But." There was a little excitement on his face, but his voice became softer, "I turned to the last one." ”