The cold autumn is deep in the secluded courtyard, and there is no similar torment of the lover!

In the late autumn season, this courtyard in Nangong Mansion seems more and more lonely, with the instructions of Nangong Wei, it is silent and no one dares to disturb it. As a result, he can also wholeheartedly comprehend the wordless killing and stabilize his own realm of flesh transformation.

In the early morning, a layer of frost condensed.

The creaking, tooth-souring wooden door opened, and the ghost cloth sat in a white shirt, just like Ji Fei dressed up back then, and slowly walked out of the hall.

His whole person was the same as before, however, there was a hint of lightness in his hands and feet.

Stepping lightly across the threshold and stepping into the courtyard, he saw that from his feet, a layer of murderous intent glowing with cold air permeated the air, and the frost on the ground also dissipated, replaced by a layer of dark ice crystals.

Seeing this, Onibu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In the past month, he has realized that he has gained something from killing without words, however, this murderous aura cannot be done, he is introverted and handy, and the cold killing intent will always overflow for no reason.

With a chuckle, Onibu took another step, strange to say, and the layer of black ice crystals slowly dispersed.

"Bang!" The sound of clapping passed through, and a figure turned the screen, and the person who came was Nangong Wei, the head of Nangong Mansion. "I haven't seen you for a month, the progress of Daoyou's cultivation is really amazing!" A trace of deep jealousy flashed in the depths of his eyes. When he first met the ghost cloth, the killing intent on his body could not be concealed no matter what, like the sharpest bloodthirsty sword and Shura knife in the world. And today, looking at the ghost cloth again, the murderous aura on his body is even stronger and deeper, but he can manipulate the murderous aura so handily, but it is deeply jealous of Nangong Wei, who is a great success in the late Yuan Infant period.

Ghost Bu smiled faintly and beckoned Nangong Wei to sit down at a stone table under the plane tree.

"Why did Daoyou come to see me so leisurely?" asked Onibu with a smile.

Nangong Wei said: "Alas, it seems that Daoyou is angry when he says this, you come to my Nangong Mansion, but the old man has never been enthusiastic, and he is ashamed." As soon as I came today, I came to see if the Taoist friends were living comfortably. ”

The ghost preached: "Everything is fine, and the head of the family is bothered. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and at the end, Nangong Wei got up and said goodbye, walked a few steps, turned around again, and asked Ghost Bu: "Since Daoyou is a casual cultivator, you might as well be a guest elder in my Nangong Mansion, how about it?"

Ghost Bu hesitated for a while, "This matter is very important, please let me think twice." ”

"Anyway, I hope that Daoyou can make the best choice. Nangong Wei sighed and turned around, a calculating glow flashing in his eyes.

"This person seems to have a very unusual relationship with Yue'er. That chaotic life is extremely precious, but it's a pity to give it to Yue'er, alas!"

After Nangong Wei left, Ghost Bu sat alone under the plane tree for a long time.

Lingcha wafts in wabi-sabi teacups, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Elder Keqing?" Ghost Bu frowned slightly, it wasn't that Elder Keqing didn't attract him, after all, what Elder Keqing brought him was stability and security. However, what he cultivated, after all, was a killing decision, and the real way of killing had to be realized in the killing of life and death. Become a guest, and there will never be a moment of success.

But then again, what exactly is the wordless killing, the ghost cloth is not yet known.

I was a little depressed in my heart, and the ghost cloth looked at the bright moon in the sky, his mood moved slightly, it was so beautiful, just like the bright moon in his hometown.

A wisp of warmth existed in his heart, and the intention of killing Dao was slightly loosened, but the ghost cloth ignored it, allowing the longing to pour out like a tide.

"Wu'er, Zixuan, are you okay?" At this moment, Ghost Bu felt that he was still Ji Fei.

Unconsciously, my eyes were a little damp.

Love, after all, is the cause of suffering.

Outside the wall, a young girl stopped, took a look, and quietly turned to leave.

It's as if I've never been there, but the residual dark fragrance is faintly floating, which is intoxicating

Under the same bright moonlit night, a slightly lonely young man leaned against a big tree with fallen leaves, looking at the golden withered leaf sword in his hand, stunned.

On the withered leaf sword, a small gap appeared quite abrupt.

This was the heartache of the young man, and he was intoxicated by the pain and could not extricate himself.

After a while, a figure walked over, this is a young girl with an inconspicuous face, ruddy face, big eyes, healthy and vibrant. She wasn't pretty, and even had a little freckles on her slightly dark skin.

The girl walked in front of the withered leaves, looked at the stunned withered leaves, and was happy and worried about him in her heart, "Brother withered leaves, the third uncle asked you to go to his study to find him." ”

The dead leaf with a face moved and looked up at the girl, "Linglong, you're here." ”

The girl named Linglong showed a hint of shame and surprise on her face, and said happily: "Although the Withered Leaf Sword is damaged, it can be repaired as before, so you don't have to worry." ”

The withered leaf hummed and got up to leave.

The girl under the dead tree looked at the back of the departing dead leaf in a daze, and only after half a sound did she jump to her feet happily and laughed: "Brother dead leaves, it's really strange that he said so many things to me!"

In the study of the third uncle of Nangong, the third uncle is standing with his hands in his hands, looking at a portrait of a person hanging on the wall, in the painting, it is an old man with burning eyes, who looks a little similar to the third uncle of Nangong, "Father, I have endured for hundreds of years, and finally waited until today, the talent of Nangong Mansion is withering, except for Nangong Yue's female stream who is worthy of some important responsibilities, the rest of the children are not good, it is the sky that wants to destroy Nangong! What the son did was just the last hope to extinguish Nangong Mansion!"

He lit the incense, bowed three times, and muttered, "May my father bless you, and my son should wash away all your grievances for you!" The muscles in his cheeks twitched several times, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"Dangdang" There were several knocks on the door outside the house.

Third Uncle Nangong's face was solemn, "Is it a dead leaf?" ”

Onibu's heart became more and more annoyed.

Although he has recovered his memories of the past, he is quite uncomfortable in his heart. After all, he is himself, not Ji Fei. I'm just a skeleton born on the planet Purgatory!

But every time he thinks of the five sages, it is even more difficult for Ghost Bu's heart to calm down.

It seems that in the dark, a voice told him to do everything possible to return to the Netherworld, to the Cangming Star.

And in that distant land, another self waits

Before he knew it, his figure had stepped out of the lonely courtyard and paced at will.

"At the moment, although it is said that it has reached the point of flesh transformation with the powerful devouring of soul crystals, there is a distance from the golden body stage, not to mention the mysterious eighteen-fold soul transformation" Ghost Cloth walked with his hands behind his back and thought, "The eighteen-fold soul transformation is the peak of the skeleton, I really want to know what the scene will be after stepping into the gathering realm"

The night was terrifying, like a monster, and the darkness swallowed everything.

The wind rose for no reason, a gust of wind passed, and the clothes on the ghost cloth rose and fell slightly.

"Huh?" Ghost Bu raised his head instantly, and a faint soul fire jumped out of his eyes, "It's really strange, it's so late, where is this person going?"

After a little thought, Ghost Cloth immediately followed, and with his cultivation, he naturally wouldn't be noticed by the sneakers in front.

The black shadow is like the wind, and the speed is extremely fast.

However, today's ghost cloth has restored Ji Fei's memory, although he did not have Ji Fei's cultivation at the beginning, but **, cultivation perception will naturally not be lacking, and the dragon trick and the like** have not been left behind.

Silently, he followed closely.

Turning the corner, the dark shadow leaped into a courtyard, and immediately heard a coquettish sound.

"It's Nangong Yue!" Before he could think about it, the figure of the ghost cloth also entered it, and it happened to see a cold light, like a meteor, as if it came from the sky.

Thrilling sword!

Ghost Bu was shocked, and saw the swordsmanship of the withered leaves in the daytime, although it was extremely powerful, but it was not as tricky as it was at the moment, and there was a tendency to kill with one hit.

"What a peerless assassin!" Ghost Bu couldn't help but admire in his heart.

This sword stabbed at Nangong Yue.

"Bold, who are you?!" Nangong Yue's face turned pale, seeing that abrupt as a meteor, a tricky and strange sword slashed, but there was no way to do it, so she could only ask miserably.

The black-robed figure was unmoved, but the sword in his hand was a little happier.

Seeing this, the light in his hand flashed slightly, and he only heard a ding, and the sword that was rushing away was actually broken into two pieces and shot out.

Unable to strike, the black-robed man's body shook slightly, and he looked back at the ghost cloth, his black eyes were indifferent, without the slightest emotion, and then his body moved even more, like the wind.

Ghost Cloth glanced at him and didn't follow.

Nangong Yue's face turned pale with horror, and she hurriedly rushed to Ghost Bu's side, "Thank you seniors for saving your life, you may be able to see who that person is?"

Onibu shook his head and didn't answer.

This is a matter in Nangong Mansion, he doesn't want to get entangled in it, so naturally he won't tell Nangong Yue the identity of the black-robed man.

However, seeing the puzzled look in Nangong Yue's eyes, she thought about it, she was also a little hesitant and a little unbelieving about the identity of the black-robed person.

"Are you injured?" Ghost Bu lowered his head and glanced at Nangong Yue's arm.

On her arm, the broken sword cut through her clothes, piercing her snow-white skin.

"Junior, it's okay" Nangong Yue raised her heavy eyelids, but her body shook twice and fell down directly.

"Poisonous!" Onibu was shocked, and tapped his fingers twice in front of her, temporarily curbing the spread of the toxin.

With Nangong Wei's cultivation, the sword momentum like a meteor in the assassin's hand had already disturbed him in retreat, and at this time he flew over and saw Nangong Yue's body fall softly into the arms of the ghost cloth. Immediately, Nangong Wei's eyes were about to split, "Yue'er!?"

He rushed to the front of the ghost cloth and glanced at Nangong Yue's face, his face was instantly pale, and his body trembled, "It's actually a thousand-year-old broken intestine!"

After blurting out, Nangong Wei hurriedly said goodbye to the ghost cloth and hurried away with Nangong Yue's body in his arms.

"Broken intestines?"