The white envoy did not answer, jumped up, and gently landed beside the black envoy, letting the mist wet his white hair, bending his fingers into a sword, pointing at the black envoy's vest, the numbness around his body gradually faded, the white envoy supported him and jumped off the stone platform, after landing on the ground, the black envoy couldn't stand at all, Xiao Shu could see that his limbs were broken, and he was powerless to move.

"Even you are here, but I am afraid that tomorrow we will not be able to live in peace. The black envoy opened his eyes tiredly and looked at Xiao Shu, and his hoarse voice was like that of a septuagenarian, weak and weak.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Shu was puzzled, who in this world could hurt the black envoy like this.

"I interrupted. Although the white envoy's words were soft, there was no trace of pathos, and he helped the black envoy into the simple grass hut beside him, and let him lie flat on the bed, so as to alleviate the pain on his body with Nei Yuan.

"It's okay, I'm here. The White Envoy whispered in his ear.

Kuro soothed his frowning brow a little, could no longer hold it back, and fell into a deep sleep, and the moment before bed was perhaps the only time of the day for him to relax, or the least painful, because once he fell asleep, the memories in his mind swallowed him like a tidal wave.

After that day, the white envoy was tired of the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and the two lived a reclusive life after leaving Yinzhou, even so, they still inquired about the whereabouts of Xiao Shu and Fang Jin.

But it didn't take long for someone to say that when Wang Yue, the master of the dynasty, found a son, the legend is the heir left by the Chongyu war, the father and son who had been separated for many years were reunited, and the eldest son of the emperor was only six years old.

In order to avoid the enemy's family name, the prince followed his mother's surname, his name Fang Jin, and now he has a surname, his name is Chongjin, and he is given the word Yi'an, Wang Yue worships as the prince's wife, and is in charge of tutoring the prince, who is like a teacher, and does not give official positions.

The overwhelming pursuit followed, and Chongyu personally issued an order to find the double envoys.

There is no place where two people can live for three days, drinking water and eating have to worry about whether they have been poisoned, and there is always someone to guard when resting, and the nerves are tense all the time, even if the white envoy often feels tired.

The black envoy is becoming more and more anxious, there has always been a knot in his heart after the battle that day, and his mood is becoming more and more chaotic, he is not a white envoy, and his selfless state of mind is not subject to demons, and there is no drug control, once he has an attack, he will not stop if he is full of blood, he will not stop at all, he lives like a hellish ghost, the more he kills, the heavier the demons, the shorter the interval between attacks, and he has only one way to think of.

"Your heart is damaged, the realm is difficult to achieve, even if Wang Yue can't find us like this, you will destroy yourself sooner or later. The white apostle grabbed the scythe that the black envoy wanted to kill himself, and the blood fell drop by drop, and the fishy sweet smell made the black envoy's reason once again blinded by the desire to kill.

"I've had enough......"

"It's okay, I'm here. Those were the last words he heard.

This time, the white envoy broke his limbs with his own hands, took him to Qingzhou and hid in Lianyun Mountain, rushing to the waterfall every day to control the killing thoughts, if there is a day when the black envoy can cultivate the state of mind, he can no longer be affected by the demons, but as the white envoy said, his heart is damaged, and it is difficult to achieve the realm in this life.

"Prince?" Xiao Shu felt a little unbelievable at the words of the white envoy, this Fang Jin, who had played with him since he was a child, still had such an identity, and he was also Wang Yueren's prince.

"Yes, the good apprentice he accepted is not what it used to be, and his martial arts are not below you. The white envoy took a handkerchief and wiped away the cold sweat from the black envoy's forehead.

"Let me sort it out, are you saying that Xiao Jin is Xiao Shu's friend and the crown prince of the dynasty, and is chasing and killing you, that is, Xiao Shu's master. Bai Li looked thoughtful.

"That's right. The white envoy replied, this little girl gave him a strange feeling, even if she stood in front of her, as long as she closed her eyes, she couldn't feel it at all, and when she found Xiao Shu, she only felt his breath alone, which was completely unimaginable for a martial artist of his level.

"That's not easy, isn't that Xiao Sumire your friend, just ask him not to chase and kill. Bai Li said lightly.

After saying this, the needles in the grass house could be heard, Xiao Shu was silent, he never thought that his brother Fang Jin would have such ability, and easily forced the double envoy into a desperate situation, in the end, how can the prince and martial arts people resist the power of a country?

The white envoy sighed lightly, there was no hope of revenge, and he even had to hide from the enemy, and now he was chased and killed by the whole country, and he had seen all the ways of the world, he had obviously given up, he had already retreated, why did he do this, what was his life for, but what could he do?

With a sword roar, the cold blade came out of the sheath, without the slightest murderous aura, it was disheartened, and even more tired.

"No need, I'm tired, tired. The white envoy pinched the blade of the sword, and the tighter and tighter he pinched, the sharp blade cut his hand, did it hurt? He couldn't feel it, the blade of the sword was against his heart, just waiting for Xiao Shu to push, and the enmity of a lifetime would disappear.

The sword in front of him may be the sword that killed his adoptive mother, more than ten years of nurturing grace, the enemy is in front of him, waiting to be killed, what are you hesitating about, what are you worried about?

Xiao Shu held the hilt of the sword, his hand did not tremble, and the white envoy let go of his hand when he saw this, and said with a smile, "The most taboo thing about holding a sword is that the hand is unstable, if the hand is unstable, the heart will be disturbed, and the heart will be defeated." ”

"If you really want to kill him, it's a great rebellion to kill the teacher, and it is said that he will go to hell. Bai Li said a little unbearably.

"I don't take revenge, it's unfilial, if revenge is also unfilial, since I have to go to hell, what's the difference between what to do?" Xiao Shu said coldly, saying to Bai Li, but also to himself, just say the blade of the sword!

The white envoy had already closed his eyes and was waiting for death, but the pain did not come, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the sword blade had not been added, Xiao Shu grabbed a handful of white hair in his hand, threw the sword on the ground, and went half a foot deeper.

"With the head of the hair, you and I will settle the grievances of master and apprentice, and we will not owe each other. The white hair was scattered by him, sprinkled like snow, and then dissipated was the master-apprentice affection, as well as the original obsession.

Xiao Shu didn't forget the promise of the other party's Sumire, but what reverberated in his mind was the careful teaching of the two envoys of Beimang Mountain to them, the scene where the white envoy bought him a sugar gourd, and the hatred in Wang Han's eyes that day, is revenge really important to him, since he forgot himself, many things have faded, maybe he hated the double envoys at first, but now, it really doesn't matter, besides, what is the difference between them and hell now?

"In that case, let's go, I have nothing to entertain you two. The white envoy instantly aged ten years in a trance, lowered his eyelids, he looked at the sword stuck in the ground, his heart was full of waves, and his tone was indifferent.

Xiao Shu took one last look at the master, turned to Bai Li and said, "Let's go." ”

In the Minghua Palace in the imperial city of Yinzhou, a white-haired Taoist and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged on the futon.

"There is a soul and a lower Guan Yuan, the left is Shaoyang and the right is Taiyin. There is a door before the secret door. Out of the sun and into the moon breath storage. The four qi are listed together, and the purple smoke is three clouds. Irrigation Wuhua planting spiritual roots, seven liquid cave flow rushing between the house. Back to the purple hugging yellow into the dantian, the dark room is bright and bright. The Taoist read word by word like a bell.

"Master, why do you keep asking me to carry these things, it's better to teach me more swordsmanship, fists and feet. Fang Jin sat on a sore back and numb legs, stretched his waist and wanted to stand up.

"Sit down! Whoever made you stand up will know that learning those things, didn't the teacher teach you a lot, enough, how many people in the world today are your opponents?" Wang Yue shouted, so frightened that Fang Jin hurriedly sat up straight.

"But Master, what's the use of these things, indecent and unhistorical, unheard of, what's the use of memorizing?" Fang Jin couldn't figure out his master's temperament, and he didn't dare to blatantly contradict him, even his father had to listen to him, in case the Taoist sued him in front of his father, he would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

"Jiuhua Purple Lotus Sutra is a Qing Taoist book, others want to learn and don't have this opportunity, that is, because of the teacher's qualifications, it is difficult to get started, you don't have to complain. Wang Yue's tone softened, that day lost the traces of the double envoy and Yu Zihan, went down the mountain to look for but never thought to meet this young man, at first he was surprised by his talent, and then found that the jade pendant on his body was the same as that held by the current emperor Chongyu, so he brought it back to the palace.

When Chongyu raised troops, in order to prevent his wife and children from being killed, he cut off contact with them and let them live in a small city, leaving only a piece of jade pendant so that they could recognize each other in the future, but after many years, they could no longer find the mother and son, and they could not blatantly order to find people, for fear that they would be killed by gangsters.

"With my three-legged cat kung fu, I can't even touch the corners of your clothes, Master, and it's amazing. Fang Jin pouted, her face was unhappy, these scriptures were obscure, she didn't know some words, she looked like chewing wax, not to mention memorizing.

"Stupid! short-sighted, you have wasted your God-given qualifications in vain, you know how to learn some ordinary martial arts all day long, what is the use of you telling me? Looking back for a hundred years, it is just a pile of barren grass and a coffin of graves!" Wang Yue scolded sharply, this apprentice is really the most headache he has ever taught, but he is also the one with the best qualifications, Puyu has never been carved, and he is the first person who made him have the idea of preaching.

"I want to take revenge with my own hands......" Fang Jin retorted in a low voice, his eyes were red, and he thought of his mother and Xiao Shu, he didn't know where Xiao Shu went, the only thing he remembered was that he fainted at the entrance of the village alone, or Wang Yue woke him up.

"Your father has issued an order to arrest the double envoys, if there is a whereabouts, the teacher will also take action, you are relieved, you are the prince, your little brother does not need you to look for it, he will come to you. Wang Yue comforted, he will not know the human nature, the poor in the downtown no one knows, the rich and noble have distant relatives in the mountains, the prince's childhood playmate, just need to recognize each other, the future of wealth is not just reaching out.

"Master, aren't they all said that the ultimate martial arts can break through the void and become an immortal?" Fang Jin wiped her tears and changed the topic, these things are like a thorn deep in the heart, once touched, the mood will fall to a low point.

"Breaking the Void of Martial Arts, do you know Sword Monarch Yu Zihan?" Wang Yue's eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

"Yi An doesn't know. ”

"That Yu Zihan, a talent, profound swordsmanship, no one in this world can be unbeatable, but in the end, he has never set foot in the realm of heaven and man for half his life, if it weren't for the guidance of the teacher, he would have died of old age but an ordinary man, and he would have ascended to the sky with martial arts, how easy is it?"

"So that Sword Monarch is still out of the world and an immortal?"

"Therefore, the teacher said that he is extremely talented, and his understanding is extremely high, and it is difficult to produce a person in this world for a thousand years, do you know how difficult it is? When he ascended to the immortal, he was robbed by thunder, washed his muscles and cut off the marrow, and tasted the pain of Nirvana, so that he could take off his mortal body, and once he could not bear it, he would immediately turn into ashes. Wang Yue stretched out his hand and saw a small purple thunder flickering, Fang Jin felt that his whole body was crispy and numb, and a little closer, like thousands of needles piercing his body.

"Is this the Thunder Tribulation?" Fang Jin looked at the purple thunder with some fear.

"It's not as good as just in case, the thunder tribulation is the punishment of heaven, and the immortal is made against the sky, so the heavenly punishment, although it is a punishment, is actually a restriction on the number of immortals, just like the fish jumping over the dragon gate, and then soaring into the sky, but it will fall into reincarnation. Fang Jin's heart was shocked when Wang Yue said this.

"It's so terrifying, then Yi'an won't cultivate!" Fang Jin was frightened by Wang Yue, and shook his head vigorously, he didn't want to face this kind of catastrophe.

"You...... Alas, it's right to be in awe of the way of heaven, but don't retreat because of this, lose your heart, your heart still needs to be sharpened, and when the time comes, don't talk about thunder tribulation, whether the demon can pass this level or not has to be said twice. Wang Yue shook his head, he really couldn't do anything about this apprentice, he was completely a child, in the final analysis, he hadn't experienced enough.