The little swordsman was still calm on the surface, but his heart had already turned upside down.

If this young man was suddenly full of malice and attacked him, wouldn't it be an extravagant hope to even escape?

I want to insert a sentence here, the estrangement between people, it is not a very rational thing

It's not like a scientific experiment that has established steps.

For example, if A is paired with B, it will become C, and if it meets D again, it will explode or burn.

Human rationality is easily swayed by emotions, and then further affects feelings in the past.

So just like many couples in love, when it is clear that you and I are nong, you accidentally say something wrong, or do one thing wrong, and suddenly the relationship changes.

So you're such a person?

Am I mistaken about you?

In short, it is because of some small things, strong emotions, that create a strong established cognition, and once some of the factors that support this emotion are out of balance, the whole framework will collapse.

It's like Zhao Yingjian right now.

The first time he saw Xiao Lizi, he hated that he dared to entangle Sister Feng Ying.

Then this kind of dislike was turned into appreciation by Li Xiuping's words.

Then there was the blood demon station in Jixian Town, and the heroic posture of the little young god descended to earth carved two traces in his heart.

One is to be in awe of power, and the other is to be ashamed of form.

So under the interweaving of these two emotions, his sensory impression of Li Xiuping changed again and again, from the initial hatred, to the later sympathy, to the shock, and finally willing to bow down.

Originally, this was a good step-by-step process, and the initial ignorance laid the foundation for understanding, so even if admiration arose later, there would be no fear.

And Li Xiuping is now in an abnormal state, in his eyes, it is to remove a horizontal log on the most basic thing of understanding each other.

"So you're not the one I thought you were!"

Cognition was biased, so the awe of power rose several heights in an instant.

The emotions of being ashamed of themselves are intervening again at this time.

"As long as he has evil thoughts, I will die?"

So the originally virtuous circle fell into the arms of malignancy.

In Zhao Yingjian's heart, something called fear rose.

The magistrate heard that when the estrangement arises between ordinary people, there are usually three stages.

All three stages are evidenced by poetry.

In the first stage, Zhou Gong was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time.

It turns out that what I see is all false you, is it what I thought you were?

In the second stage, I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but why did the bright moon shine on the ditch?

You who are false have deceived me, and your heart can be punished, and your people can be punished!

The third stage is divided into two types.

Those who have the ability to be happy with enmity will say, "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is like a shooting star." Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

The end is extremely happy.

After a few years, time has passed, and people are dying, and occasionally remember, they say, "Those who abandon me, yesterday's day shall not remain." Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

Zhao Yingjian is neither.

He has some skills, but those are all skills that can't beat Li Xiuping.

He didn't need any skills before, but now, he needs skills, and he needs the ability to return to Lin Fengying's side.

And Li Xiuping is the mountain that stands in the way.

He couldn't imagine that one day, when this young man hid his true face, he would take Lin Fengying away and fly away.

Should he bless it, or should he expose it?

Further, do you have the qualifications, the guts, and the strength to debunk?

The little swordsman's mind was in a mush, and he was shocked by Li Xiuping's evil thoughts in an instant, and his thoughts flew away from the sky, and he actually thought of a lot.

I have to say that the root of becoming a Buddha and becoming a demon is the human heart.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

is also in a cold sweat, as well as Lu Ziqian.

The little fat man's heart was originally muddy, and he was full of evil thoughts by Xiao Lizi's words, and he fell from the hatred of the sky to the front of the Huangquan Hell.

"I... I say, I say!"

He swung his hands together.

"My father, he hates Lu Changxian for robbing him of his position as patriarch, he is very angry every day, and often says that he wants to kill Lu Changxian.

He also told us to learn the rhetoric at home and go outside to tell people that we would ruin Lu Changxian's reputation.

He also privately pulled a group of people, intending to come against the guest, but he didn't expect the white-haired ghost to come to the door, so he was even more angry.

And he used to admire Lu Changxian very much and regarded him as a god, but then somehow he hated it.

Later, Lu Changxian became the patriarch, he said that he wanted to learn the immortal law, he wanted to kill people, he hated everyone in the family, and he wished that everyone would die. ”

As soon as Lu Ziqian said it, he didn't finish, and he didn't know how long he had suppressed it.

"He even told me to die, really, he took a knife and said that one day he would kill everyone, including me, he looked down on no one, he wanted to kill everyone.

The only thing he didn't want to kill was himself, the white-haired ghost was going to come to destroy the door, and the family paid all his money and let him stand in front, he was angry, so he asked me to go to Chaoxian City to save my life.

The little fat man yelled and roared to distinguish it, and finally did not forget to add a sentence.

"He, he's not a good person, but I'm a good person, I've never done anything evil, really, nothing!"

His heart is actually the same as Spiegel, Lu Zhengfeng must be Lu Changxian's accomplice, one bright and one dark.

After all, there are only so many people in the family, and Lu Changxian can't get together so many more than 100 corpses when he dies.

Lu Zhengfeng is the shadow son, who used the patriarchal rivalry as an excuse to pull outsiders to deliver food to Lu Shenxian.

Now, seeking skin with the tiger will eventually kill the tiger.

Lu Ziqian wanted to clear up the relationship and protect himself, and sold his father completely, not to mention Li Xiuping and Zhao Yingjian, even Hong Duoduo, a big man like him, could see his strong desire to survive.

"Okay, I know", Li Xiuping's expression suddenly changed, and he returned to Yingying's independent demeanor, and his vicious appearance seemed to be an illusion.

He walked over to the edge of the hole in the wall and watched as the lump of flesh still wriggled gently.

He looked at his left hand, his blood rushing, and everything inside seemed to reveal in his mind as if it were a transparent light.

Bugang turned into two arm bones, which originally showed the milky white color of bone china, but now there were dots of cyan lines on them.

Very faint, but clearly visible, somewhat similar to the lines on the fragment.

"What the hell is the origin of this?" he looked at it in confusion, a little guessing.

"No, the gun is said to have been made by the Deer King and their Huo family, and it is said that it was made with human life, but unfortunately the specific process is not recorded, but after all, combined with some information, this weapon is inseparable from the black silk and the black hole in the heart.

Then this fragment is probably the same way, judging from Lu Changxian's arrangement, it is to use countless flesh and blood to feed this piece of meat, and the function of the fragment is to suppress the self-generated will of the piece of meat.

Therefore, these three, black silk, not just guns, and fragments, must be intrinsically related, but I don't know it now.

"Xiao Zhao", he shouted behind him, "If I freeze later, remember to get this piece of meat out of my hand." ”

"Remember, you can't touch it with your hands, you can only use foreign objects!"

As he spoke, his left hand reached forward and grasped the lump of flesh.

Zhao Yingjian and Hong Duoduo were so nervous that they jumped to his side, and they were all ready for it.

In the almost suffocating air, the pieces of meat were unmistakable, just still beating gently.

"Sure enough, the suppression still exists, and that fragment must have been integrated into the arm bone", Li Xiuping couldn't laugh or cry.

He has two hands, and his right hand doesn't know what the situation is, and the King Kong that doesn't get in the oil and salt is not bad.

And now he can't understand the changes in the bone of his left arm.

"Could it be that I am the legendary, the left green dragon, the right white tiger, and the old cow in the middle?"

He waved his hand to let the two of them relax, "It's okay, it was just left behind by Lu Changxian, which confused my mind, and I owe it to you Xiaojian Jianjian to remind me, otherwise I'm afraid I will become another Lu Zhengfeng."

He saw the vigilance of the two, especially Zhao Yingjian.

That vigilance was not only against the lump of meat, but also faintly directed at him.

So he explained casually, not wanting to make the people around him panic.

"I see, I'm scared to death", Zhao Yingjian let out a sigh, and he didn't know if he really believed it or had already hidden his thoughts.

"What about Lu Changxian?" he found a topic, intending to adjust the atmosphere.

"It's melted, and it's almost a mess of clear water. ”

Li Xiuping tore off the cloth from the curtain hanging next to him, wrapped the meat pieces, and stuffed them into the sleeve pocket of his left hand.

It's a very special thing, and it's endless, just how it works.

"It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead", Zhao Yingjian remembered the scene he saw on the sword, and he was still afraid.

"What kind of spell is it, it's so weird, I'm a sword cultivator, I can guarantee that this is definitely not the way of our Sword Immortal Sect!"

He listened to the invisible sword that Hong Duoduo casually mentioned when he woke up the little fat man outside, and he wanted to clarify the relationship between his master and sect first.

"Don't talk! Listen!" Li Xiuping looked at the broken hole, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he interrupted the small talk.

Outside, it was full of white, and everything was silent, only the sound of the wind was whining.

On the ground, it is refreshing and refreshing.

The snowflakes had almost stopped, and the cold moonlight illuminated everything, and there was no sound on all sides.

Li Xiuping listened carefully for a while, and finally shook his head.

"The golden cicada is out of its shell, and we have all been deceived!"

Hong Duoduo's eyes immediately stood up, and he jumped out of the cave twice.

Outside the wall, a vast expanse of snow covered the houses in a half-circle, and the ground was empty.

Originally, Lu Changxian's small half of his body was knocked out, and everyone naturally felt that as the body turned into clear water, this half of the outside should also be a puddle of water.

But as far as the eye can see, you can only see a few small potholes, which are neatly arranged all the way, far from entering the circle of private houses.

The potholes and the thickness of the fingers are about the same.