In the Infernal Prison, Chongjue once hunted all the evil beasts and made a white chess game for Su Hansheng.

But what he didn't know was that Su Hansheng didn't know chess from beginning to end.

No one had ever taught him, so he had to figure it out by himself.

But the boy is impatient and lacks the energy to learn seriously, so he can only play blindly by himself - others look like that, but in fact, as long as you know a little bit of chess, you will know that it is bullshit at all.

Shu Hansheng didn't know how to play chess, and was forced to a dead end in the game with Qi Jianyi, so he simply stopped playing.

If you can't play it, you can flip the chessboard, and he always does.

The sound of the cold has been lingering in the mountain behind Ying Xuzong for a long time, and the birds are chirping when night falls, and he walks back and forth between the steps with a lamp, and the candle flame illuminates the side of the young man like a warm jade.

The companion tree that has been inseparable from him all year round is rarely not by his side.

Su Hansheng looked up at the full moon above his head and tilted his head slightly.

In his previous life, on the night of the crown, Qi Jianyi calculated him to fall into prison.

In this life, even if you can't escape fate.

Su Hansheng estimated the hour, and slowly walked up the stairs with the lamp.

Hanmangyuan sits on the back mountain, because of that cold pool, there is a faint chill at night along the stone steps slowly pouring down, like a smoky fairyland.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Su Hansheng thought to himself: "That's my own body, can the matter of regaining my soul be called taking away?" ”

In the past few years, he has used this set of sophistry "truths" to constantly persuade himself, in a vain attempt to get a moment of peace of conscience.

When the truth was revealed, Su Hansheng still used that set of fallacies and heresies to convince himself, but the hand carrying the lamp was stiff, and the joints were faintly white.

He was still afraid.

The sound of the cold sound stepped on the eighty mountain steps step by step to the front, the chill of the Hanmanyuan became stronger and stronger, and the lights in the courtyard were faintly visible in the shade of the trees.

Chongjue was still in the courtyard, waiting for a long time.

Su Hansheng walked to the icy door of the Cold Garden, raised his hand and wanted to push the door open, but the moment his fingertips touched the ice, he subconsciously shrank back.

The young man's long figure stood at the door for a long time, and his hand finally pushed forward with a slight force.

— just like when I pushed my young self into the water three years ago.

"Squeak."

The door of the Hanmanyuan slowly opened.

The companion trees are not in the courtyard, and without the shade of the trees, the Hanmanyuan looks more and more empty and cold.

Su Hansheng stepped in slowly, raising his eyes slightly.

Candles are lit in the courtyard, and there is a thick plum tree on the edge of the cold pond with unobstructed views, and the flowers bloom all year round.

Chongjue was sitting under the cold plum tree, and the hem of the plain white robe and the broken cold plum blossom cluster had fallen on his shoulders.

Frost lingers all around.

Ever since he pushed open the door of the Cold Garden, he knew that there was no way out—just like when he drowned himself when he was young, even if he regretted the pain and felt useless.

He could only move forward step by step.

Walk to death.

Su Hansheng walked forward slowly without hesitation.

Chongjue turned his back to him and seemed to be looking at the cold pool, and he didn't look back when he heard the footsteps.

In just a few steps, Su Hansheng quickly walked to the cold pool, and knelt beside Chongjue with a hem of his clothes, and untied the belt around his waist as if nothing happened.

"Keeping my uncle waiting."

Chongjue finally turned his head to look at him, his slender ten fingers slightly together, as if he was holding something.

Su Hansheng glanced at it, seemed to realize something, and bent his eyes like no one else.

"Uncle found it?"

Chongjue couldn't see what the expression was on his face, and he removed one hand, revealing the last broken remnant soul inside.

- The remnant soul of Xiao Xiao.

Su Hansheng swept his gaze back boredly, as if Chongjue's palm was not his remnant soul, and he casually took the things in the blanket out.

Three strings of delicate Buddha beads, long-awaited Sumeru mustard......

and the pile of plain white robes that Chongjue stuffed to Su Hansheng when he was drunk.

Su Hansheng had already taken off his gorgeous crown robe and changed into an all-white plain robe, and his waist was tightly tied, making his body thinner and thinner.

He said lightly while taking it: "This is something that my uncle gave me, and now the thing has been returned to its original owner, and this Sumeru mustard - I have stopped at the Jindan period and cannot completely control the magic weapon bone chain, uncle will see if there is a way to erase the prohibition and untie the bone chain himself." ”

Chongjue stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said, "...... Did you do it? ”

He pointed to the remnant soul in his hand.

A layer of white frost had condensed on Su Hansheng's body, and when he spoke, he also spit out a snow-white mist, and he bent his eyes and smiled, without the slightest concealment.

"Yes, there are countless people in the entire Three Realms who have genius abilities, and there are also a lot of strange things, but the one who killed himself with my own hands like me is the first one."

Chongjue's hand holding the remnant soul moved slightly.

Su Hansheng said carelessly, and the shocking thing of drowning himself with his own hands seemed to him to be just a trivial matter that was not worth paying attention to.

In addition to being unable to control his sanity and going crazy all these years, he has always been obedient and obedient.

Even if it's just a small accident, if you say a few words from the elder, you can immediately swear to the sky that you will never do it again.

Awesome.

Chongjue has been sitting on the edge of the cold pool for a full hour, pinching countless soul questions, and the answer he got has always been the same.

- Su Xiao Xiao.

After three years of retreat, for the first time, many evil thoughts have been fused, and for the first time, despite the suppression, they are struggling to snatch this body, as if they are afraid that he will hurt Su Hansheng.

Chongjue held the remnant soul for a long time, and his heart was like a mess.

He wanted to question the ins and outs of Su Hansheng, but he was as smart as he was, and he had already gotten the answer from Qi Jianyi and Su Hansheng in just a few words, and he could only admit it if he didn't want to believe it.

Chongjue tilted his head and looked at the cold voice that was still smiling ruthlessly, and he didn't know where to start asking.

Is it to ask what is going on with Qi Jianyi's rebirth, or why this remnant soul is at the bottom of the cold pool, claiming to be Su Xiaoxiao.

Or is it what they say...... Past.

Su Hansheng knelt there, tilting his head slightly to look at Chongjue, waiting for his questioning.

Finally, Chongjue opened his lips and said in a low voice: "...... Where was I in my past life? ”

Su Hansheng pretended to be calm on his face, but the hand hidden in his sleeve almost held the blood in his palm, he had already imagined countless kinds of questions that Chongjue might ask, and prepared a bunch of answers.

He can describe to Chongjue with a hippie smile all the details of his drowning in the cold pool; can also casually talk about his past life and evil thoughts Chongjue for ten years, and he can even talk about falling into reincarnation after suicide.

As long as Chongjue asks, he always has an answer to satisfy Shizun.

However, Su Hansheng never thought that Chongjue's first question was this.

The smile on his face dissipated, and he looked at him blankly.

"W-What?"

"It's not an evil thought." Chongjue looked into his eyes and repeated, "Where am I?" ”

In just eight words, I could hear the cold voice, but I was so confused that I couldn't understand the meaning, and it took a long time to react: "You...... Ask this first? ”

Chongjue said: "I want to know this the most. ”

At that moment, Su Hansheng was almost at a loss, and he didn't think of the answer to this question in his mind at all, so he could only struggle for a while, and struggled to think for a long time before answering.

"You...... In my previous life, when I was seventeenth birthday, you did not come to Ying Xuzong. ”

In his previous life, he didn't even remember that he had a world-honored uncle.

In this life, it is also the sound of the cold that has taken away the body of the Shu Xiaoxiao, and the breath emitted by the snatching rune of the Fu Er clan has attracted Chongjue, who has come to investigate whether there is really an evil demon outside the sect that has broken into the Ying Xu Sect.

…… That's when I met the cold sound of rebirth.

Chongjue lowered his eyes slightly.

Su Hansheng couldn't stand Chongjue's indifferent attitude at all, just like a blunt knife killing people, every breath made his internal organs ache faintly.

He had given up on letting Chongjue take the initiative to ask him, kneeling on his knees and grabbing Chongjue's sleeves, urging.

"You ask me, you ask me why I killed myself, you ask me quickly."

Chongjue was stunned, and when he saw Su Hansheng's pale face and his body was shaking, he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to support him.

Su Hansheng held Chongjue's wrist holding the remnant soul hard, and muttered as if stunned: "He, he is well-behaved, he is the most obedient, just like what you are looking forward to the most......"

Chongjue frowned slightly: "Xiao Xiao......"

"Shut up! I'm not Xiao Xiao! Su Hansheng suddenly became angry for no reason, and his eyes were red, "Don't call me by that name again!" I'm not him! ”

Chongjue was full of good thoughts, and the well-behaved and clever "Xiao Xiao" he wanted from beginning to end had already been drowned by Su Hansheng himself.

No matter how obedient he is, he will not be a Su Xiaoxiao who only lives seventeen years old and has not experienced any miserable pain.

What Chongjue wants will not be him, a madman.

Su Hansheng did not cry, but his mood was extremely unstable.

He just looked bright on his face, and everyone could see that he was hollowed out inside, so fragile that a breeze could blow the towering tree off.

"Look at him."

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After shouting out that sentence, he regretted it, tugged Chongjue's wrist, and said sneeringly: "He is not a little madman, and he will not cause a big disaster, he is very well-behaved, and he is what my uncle wants the most." ”

Chongjue looked at the crazy cold sound, his internal organs hurt slightly, and his heart was also contracting a little, sore and painful.

He held his breath, trying to reach out to touch the hand that was clutching him.

But as soon as he moved, the cold sound seemed to be afraid, and the whole person fell backwards, stumbling and kneeling back to the same place.

For some reason, he suddenly burst out laughing.

He has confessed his guilt, is Chongjue going to take action to knock him, a rebellious man, out of Infernal Prison?

He's going to ......

The cold sound in his mind has been muddy by the unbearable pain collapse, but he is still thinking about the last thing.

Even if he falls into Infernal Prison, he wants Qi Jianyi to die with him.

Chongjue's voice faintly came from his ears, and he tried hard to listen to it, but his eyes were dilated, and he could only look at the person in front of him who seemed to be opening his lips and saying something.

He couldn't understand those words at all, and there was only one thought in his heart:

He killed Chongjue's favorite well-behaved Xiao Xiao.

Chongjue wanted to use the Heavenly Dao to summon a magic circle like he did when he treated the palace family side □□ back then, and dragged him into the Infernal Prison.

Chongjue was still saying something, and his voice was unusually a little anxious.

Shu Hansheng stared at him in a daze, and he didn't know that he was deprived of oxygen because of the excitement of being killed by Chongjue, and he felt happy because he was about to be freed, so he clapped his hands and laughed.

A scarlet light flashed from the nine runes in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

In the hazy vision, Chongjue was really as he imagined in his heart, his eyes were lowered and his fingers buckled a spell, and he lowered his eyes slightly and used his spiritual power to draw a rune in place.

Su Hansheng's eyes shrank, but his heart was not fear, but indescribable joy.

He was overjoyed by the fact that he had expected Chongjue to lead the magic circle to knock him out of the Infernal Prison, and an untimely pleasure came to his mind.

It's like those gamblers in the casino who have lost all their money, and finally made the last bet with the last money, and turned the tables against the wind on the spot, the pleasant feeling goes straight to the brain, and the pleasure of turning into bone erosion spreads all over the body.

Su Hansheng regarded the "see-through" of Chongjue's behavior as a kind of control, and the feeling made his cheeks redden, and he opened his lips to gasp slightly, staring at Chongjue with distracted eyes.

The World Venerable of Mount Meru is compassionate and compassionate, and he will not even have the slightest complaint when he is martyred.

Where can such a saint have true selfishness?

Those special treatments three years ago were just for the well-behaved Xiao Xiao.

It's not that he's a madman who's been through three lifetimes and eighty years.

Ground.

A warm hand gently clasped the cold wrist of Su Hansheng and brought him forward slightly, and the warmth frightened Su Hansheng, who could barely breathe, and shivered fiercely.

Su Hansheng looked up at him, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't focus for a long time.

The magic circle drawn by Chong Jue had quietly landed on the open space in front of the two of them, and he held his hand and stuffed something like a cloud into his palm.

Su Hansheng's mind was blank and chaotic, and he tilted his head to look.

There was a cloud of cyan mist in the palm of his hand.

That was the last remnant of Xiao Xiao's soul.

It took a long time for him to recognize what that thing was, and his dilated pupils contracted with difficulty for a moment, and he immediately wanted to withdraw his hand.

Chongjue forcibly pinched his wrist and said softly, "Don't run away." ”

Su Hansheng heard Chongjue's words clearly this time, and his whole body stiffened, but he obediently did not run away.

He hasn't been imprisoned yet, and no matter where he flees, he will be caught by the World-Honored One.

Why bother.

Su Hansheng waited patiently to go to the Infernal Prison, but he felt Chongjue take his hand and slowly fall on the magic circle on the ground.

The cyan remnant soul was too gentle, and the cold sound vaguely felt as if he was holding a handful of snow, and when his hand fell on the formation of the Fallen Infernal Hell, the "snow" in his palm actually felt like it was melting inch by inch.

That feeling was too wonderful, and I couldn't help but wonder how to see it.

The cyan soul grew smaller and smaller in his palm, like snow falling into clear water.

Su was stunned.

Chongjue stood with one hand and gently opened his lips and read a few words.

I was confused for a long time, and then I realized that I was ......

Chongjue is reciting the Sutra of the Past Life.

The formation between the two is not a formation that forcibly drags people into Infernal Hell.

- It's just a small talisman.

The cold voice was completely stunned.

Chongjue's body was as cold as snow, but the movement of holding his wrist was extremely gentle, after reciting the Sutra of the Past Life, the cold gods and Buddhas opened their eyes slightly, and the black blue eyes were reflected by the surrounding candle flames.

It seems that the Buddha statue that does not eat the fireworks of the world finally has a soul.

Su Hansheng looked at him blankly for a long time, and his lips trembled and touched lightly.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

Chongjue watched him quietly in the candlelight.

At that moment, Su Hansheng almost thought that he was the evil thought of Infernal Hell.

But Chongjue still looked like a Zen lone, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears that fell unconsciously from the cold voice, and said something for no reason.

“…… I didn't leave the Three Realms because of a change. ”

The cold voice was confused, and it took a while to realize it.

This sentence is in response to the question he asked last night: "Then why did you go out early?" ”

Chongjue's sentence without beginning or end is not only answering yesterday's questions, but also explaining today's behavior.

Su Hansheng couldn't understand the deeper meaning, and his emotions couldn't be mobilized, so he only wondered why Chongjue wanted to answer what he didn't ask.

After Chong Jue finished saying that, it seemed that he had spent all the extroverted share of all his emotions, and he looked away and looked down at the Death Talisman Array on the ground.

“…… The two souls coexist here, and nine times out of ten it is the ability of the phoenix bone. Chongjue said softly, "You can borrow your body to resurrect your soul, maybe it is the fate of the holy relic that has long been predestined, he ...... It's yourself, too. ”

Su Hansheng's mind was chaotic, and he couldn't figure out what Chongjue was talking about.

It's weird.

Chongjue also saw that the cold sound at this time was confused, and he couldn't understand the meaning of his words at all, so he said softly: "Will you recite the Sutra of the Past Life?" ”

Su Hansheng's brain couldn't think anymore, and he shook his head blankly: "No." ”

"Hmm." Chongjue nodded, "Then I'll say a word, and you can read it." ”

"Oh."

Su Hansheng couldn't understand what he was doing, but his trust in Chongjue made him nod his head and let him do whatever he wanted.

Chongjue patiently recited the Sutra of the Past with a cold voice.

With the rotation of the rune array on the ground, the Qingtuan soul in the palm of the palm, which looked like a handful of snow, finally emitted a golden light, turning into specks of fine fluorescent light and disappearing in place.

The talisman disappeared, and Chongjue withdrew his hand and raised his eyes to take a look.

Su Hansheng knelt on the spot, and he didn't know when to return to his soul, he looked at the place where the cyan soul dissipated, his face as white as paper was covered with tears, and he cried silently.

Chongjue gently wiped away his tears for him.

Su Hansheng felt the warm fingers rubbing against the cold cheeks, and his whole body was trembling finely, and the tears could no longer hold back and smash down in large pieces.

Countless emotions are piled up in my heart, and I don't know how to vent them, stirring up the cold and painful and sad.

He didn't know what to say, his lips opened and closed, but he only whimpered and said two words.

"Chongjue ......"

called the elder by his name again, but what Su Hansheng got this time was not the familiar ...... "presumptuous".

Chongjue responded to him warmly.

"Well, I'm here."

Su Hansheng trembled, and could no longer control his forehead against Chongjue's palm, whimpering and crying.

Fireflies fill the sky.

The remnant soul that remained in the world was silently sent to its rightful place by the Afterlife Rune Array, but as soon as it left the Cold Vast Garden, the fireflies seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned around, moving against the wind and moving with the wind.

The mountain was silent, and there was a faint sound of footsteps under the steps.

Xu Nan came in a hurry, didn't even carry the lamp, only used his spiritual power to condense a ball of light to open the way in front of him, and came down the mountain in three steps and two steps, heading straight to the Hanmangyuan.

In the middle of summer, there are many birds and insects in the mountains.

Xu Nanlian walked quickly, and suddenly felt a strange wind sound in his ears, as if something was floating past his ears.

A faint, immature voice rang out.

“…… Brother. ”

The voice was too weak, and if I didn't listen carefully, I thought it was just the sound of insects, but the gods made the ghost, Xu Nanlian stopped his anxious steps, and stood on the dark mountain steps and looked sideways slightly.

It was pitch black all around, and only a few fireflies flew around.

And there is nothing strange about it.

Xu misheard.

Xu Nanyu didn't think much about it, and continued to walk forward quickly.

The fireflies moved faintly, subconsciously wanting to follow the figure.

In the next moment, the cyan light was like a burning spark.

…… Finally extinguished inch by inch. ：，，.