The quiet place of the Southern Regions is like being out of the world.

The mountain is Wutong Mountain, the tree is the Wutong tree, the village is Wutong Village, from generation to generation, it is to guard this side of the landscape, guard the towering Wutong, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and look at the clouds in the sky.

The young man sat on the top of the mountain, riding on the mist, facing the rising sun, closing his eyes and concentrating, and a wisp of purple gas came from the sky, swirling around his body. Purple qi comes from the east, which is pure yang qi, and it is quite effective to suppress the evil qi in the body.

The young man opened his eyes, his figure was thin, his face was handsome, his eyebrows were heroic, but his eyes were soft and watery, and the corners of his lips were flat and slightly raised, as if his face was expressionless, but it seemed to be smiling.

The heart is like this green mountains and green waters, beautiful clouds, calm and not waves.

"Brother Leng, don't be anxious, Grandpa Qian's medical skills are exquisite, and he will definitely be able to get rid of this secret injury!"

Leng Xiao turned his head and bowed his head slightly, always with that refreshing smile on the corner of his lips.

Yao Xinyu came from the world, it is the youth of her youth, lively and smart, beautiful and lovely, out of the world, but out of the world, I don't know how it will be in the future.

The skirt fluttered in the wind, and the Yiren stood in the wind, all over the mountains, swaying in the grass, spinning and dancing around her.

Seeing that Leng Xiao had no intention of getting up, Yao Xinyu stepped forward and sat down next to him. Reaching out to catch a grass, blowing gently, the grass seems to have spirituality, and it does not go away with the wind, but just flies around her.

Ten years have passed, like an arrow flying, and in the blink of an eye, the fields have already opened spring after spring, thank you season after season.

Ten thousand evils are added to the body, there is no cure, there is no solution, only to continue to suppress, every day with this wild grass to welcome the rising sun, just to absorb that touch of purple gas.

The young man is the capital of the immortal root, three days of qi training, three years of foundation, but under the erosion of evil qi, the cultivation is reduced day by day, until it falls into the mortal dust. I thought this was the end, but who knew that this was just the beginning, and in the last seven years, the fairy root was polluted by evil spirits, although it had the shape of a fairy root, but there was no meaning of a fairy root.

After falling to the spiritual root, he fell to the mortal root. People are born with different qualifications, and if they fall into mortal roots, even cultivation will become a luxury, and they will live their whole lives, but they are mortals.

Yao Xinyu's face was full of sadness, but she was more anxious than Leng Xiao, she opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know how to persuade again.

For her, Leng Xiao only said that she was congenitally deficient and had secret injuries, only Leng Xiao knew what to do with herself, and she could bear it by herself, how could she worry about her again?

Leng Xiao smiled: "Why is your face full of sadness? Grandpa Qian has a medicinal bath, and his medical skills are exquisite, so there is no problem with this secret injury." ”

With a cold smile, Yao Xinyu seemed to feel warm, and couldn't help but smile, and all over the field accompanied her with the ups and downs of this smile, as if she could be concentric. She knew in her heart that Leng Xiao was just a word of relief, otherwise how could she have delayed this secret injury for ten years?

"Brother Leng, you can see that these people are also laughing, and they are also wishing you. ”

Leng Xiao held a tree and said: "Although it is a grass, it is born with full spirituality, maybe thousands of years later, there are lucky people in it, and they can transform and achieve demon cultivation." I practice here every day, and I may have become close friends with them a long time ago, and I came to comfort them when I was in adversity. ”

The grass in the sky fluttered like heavy snow, beautiful, but it did not go away with the wind, just fluttering and swaying, gently fluttering around the two of them. Leng Xiao sighed lightly: "But one season of flowers blooms, another season of grass withered and glorious, I don't know if there is a shadow in front of me in front of me?"

As if sensing Leng Xiao and melancholy, Yao Xinyu couldn't help but say: "Why is this grass and not a flower? It is as gentle as a lotus, as clear and beautiful as snow, what is worse than ordinary flowers?"

As soon as she said a word, she looked at the hazy white color coldly, and her eyes were slightly in a trance: "The world calls grass, that is grass, and the grass in the book is grass." ”

Yao Xinyuqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and her eyes flashed with a faint light: "The words of the world are not the truth, but I think that entering the robe is a flower, and entering the flower." ”

Leng Xiao smiled, and the shape of the coat in his hand was like a cloud, like cotton, white as snow, without bright colors, but light and elegant. He smiled and said, "Yes, ignoring the world's nonsense, you have your own true intentions in your heart." This is a flower, you think it's a flower, that's a flower. ”

Yao Xinyu smiled, kept reaching out to grab it, dodging back and forth, like a spirit butterfly.

Leaving with full sleeves, returning home, Qianshou glanced at Leng Xiao and said with a light smile: "Young master, I came back just in time, there are a few elixirs born on Wutong Mountain, yellow ginseng regulates the intestines, and Ulan is clear and clear, after cooperating, it should have a miraculous effect." ”

As he spoke, he had already put hot water for Leng Xiao and added medicinal herbs. Seeing this, Yao Xinyu stuck out his tongue and left.

Seeing Yao Xinyu walking away, Leng Xiao immediately closed the door, quickly undressed, and sank into the bathtub, sweat beads on his forehead, green tendons jumping, his eyes were red, bloodshot, and murderous, until he soaked in the medicinal bath, he only improved slightly.

Qianshou's face was heavy, and he sighed: "The evil qi has entered the body deeply, the young master must remember not to be angry, only to abide by his heart, if it gets out of control, it will be degenerate into a demon." ”

Leng Xiao was silent, and suddenly slowly looked up at Qianshou: "Grandpa Qian, I don't know what happened back then, when will Leng Xiao be able to know?"

Qianshou sighed softly, if there is a candle in the wind, his cultivation is profound, and he can still suppress it, Leng Xiao has no cultivation now, if he is completely devoured by evil thoughts because of hatred, I am afraid that he will lack the ability to return to heaven.

The two made eye contact, Leng Xiao couldn't help laughing, and didn't ask any more. I thought that Qianshou would still remain silent, but after a long time, Qianshou stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were misty, and he rummaged through the old things from his pale hair.

Qianshou's lips and teeth were closed one by one, and the past echoed in Leng Xiao's ears word by word. When everything was clear, Leng Xiao's eyes were still hazy, his face was neither happy nor sad, and he was calm, as if this story was just a story.

After the medicinal bath, Qianshou pondered his pulse, and his expression was slightly dark: "Yes, the evil qi has been suppressed, if you absorb the purple qi every day, you will be fine." ”

Leng Xiao seemed to be in a trance, didn't reply, didn't ask, didn't say a word, and suddenly raised his head after a while, his eyes were sour, his right hand pinched his chest, and his voice was hoarse like sand: "Grandpa Qian, why is my heart like a knife, and the pain is difficult to understand?"

Qianshou was taken aback, and said hurriedly: "A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, you must keep your heart, don't let hatred swallow your heart!"

As he spoke, several silver needles appeared out of thin air, piercing Leng Xiao's several acupuncture points respectively. His fingers twisted lightly, so skillfully that it seemed to have been repeated countless times, and the silver needle trembled rapidly, and he was in a trance.

After a while, Qianshou's face stiffened, his frightened color was very thick, his pupils dilated, and his lips trembled slightly: "How can it be useless? This is absolutely impossible!"

Qianshou snorted, applied the needle again, the aura between his fingers spitted out, shining like a star, Leng Xiao trembled violently, he couldn't restrain himself, his words were difficult, but he didn't seem to vomit unpleasantly, his heart seemed to be full of depression, and he was depressed: "Who grabbed my heart and made my life worse than death!"

When I looked up again, I was already in tears, and my eyes were full of tears, which made my heart tremble. Qianshou immediately poked out a finger and pointed it between Leng Xiao's eyebrows, and the anxious and worried look on his face suddenly dissipated, but he was angry in an instant, and the bed was shattered under one palm, and the powder disappeared with the wind.

A touch of purple was between his eyebrows, his eyes were stained with blood, there seemed to be a foreign body in his throat, and his voice was very poignant: "Lin Jiuxiao, you should die!"

Qianshou was murderous, Leng Xiaoden fell unconscious, only endured the pain when he closed his eyes, and left a call, faint and inaudible, but straight into the hearts of the people, Qianshou was shocked, and quickly stabilized his mood, sweating like a pulp, trickling down, the purple meaning between his eyebrows was suddenly suppressed, and his eyes returned to clarity.

His tears were unbearable, and his hatred was like scraping his bones: "Red Soul Seal, Red Soul Seal!"

The holy land of heaven, the top of the cliff that evokes the heart, and the snow hall.

Back then, it was covered in silver, and today it is bloody at dusk.

Ten steps and a chain, a hundred steps and a stone pillar, hundreds of thousands of people are trapped in it, and their breath is compromised, but they dare not relax at all, nor can they relax, only by cultivating at all times can they keep themselves from being sucked dry.

A man with a feminine face turned into a long rainbow, shuttling by as if no one was around, and a little peach blossom fell where he passed, but wherever he touched, it was like a scorching iron. But all those who were touched, although they gritted their teeth, none of them frowned.

Nanfeng Xun seems to be dozens of years old compared to the day, not confused years, but full of silver threads, the Drifting Snow Hall suffered this catastrophe, no one is enslaved, he is proud in his heart, but also unbearable.

"Holy Lord, Feng Xun is incompetent! hateful, hateful, he actually made the disciples of the Drifting Snow Hall suffer such humiliation at the hands of the forest thieves!"

"Pink. "Lin Jiuxiao's five fingers are hovering red, as if he has spirituality, if he doesn't pay attention, he may have to run away by himself.

He handed this red mang into Taohong's hands, and said coldly: "If you disappoint this seat again, come and see you!"

"My subordinates obey the orders of the Holy Lord!" Tao Hong knelt on the ground, spread her hands evenly, respectfully took the red mang, her eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly the corners of her lips were even colder, and she was murderous, and she grabbed the red mang hard, as if she wanted to crush the red mang.

I don't know what is going on in the world in my dream, but when I wake up, it is already blooming again.

On the day of the eastward rise, the way of slender life, the body of Qianshou is swaying lightly, coming and going like flowing clouds, and it is a mundane boxing method between opening and closing, called Tai Chi. Although this boxing method is a mundane thing, it is self-cultivation, and if the heart can be calm, it can suppress the evil spirit.

One move, one style, if you want to catch the bright moon in the blue sky, even if the sun is in the sky, you must also take its edge lightly.

The purple qi from the east moved, and the wisps poured into Leng Xiao's eyebrows.

When Leng Xiao opened his eyes, he didn't have a headache, and his body was not unwell, but he felt a sense of loss for no reason, and his heart was depressed, as if he was about to cry.

"Grandpa Qian, what is the Red Soul Seal?"

Qianshou made a pause, as if the clouds were scattered, the flowing water was divided, the demure momentum receded, and the old man who was in good spirits seemed to suddenly become more and more old, and sighed for a long time.

"The Red Soul Seal, take the soul of the relatives, temper it with fire for a thousand days, tear it with the wind for a thousand days, oppress it with heavy water for a thousand days, and then finally refine it by the person who has learned the Red Soul Seal. ”

"During the refining period, the soul is immortal, and the torture is endured all the time, and when it is printed, it can be traced thousands of miles with this seal. If this seal is damaged, the relatives will be severely damaged. ”

This speech is solemn, cold as a knife, as if it is not like what Qianshou said, his eyes are already scarlet, the killing intent in his eyes, every inch is real, there seems to be a fire in his chest, burning, compared to the sun!

After a long silence, Leng Xiao's eyes were blank, and he couldn't recall his peace of mind for a moment, at this moment, the black and white eyes were suddenly replaced by blood, and there seemed to be a voice in his chest roaring wildly, like a demon, like a beast!

"Kill! Kill!"

Leng Xiao raised his head and roared, his canine teeth were cold and bright, like a demon drinking blood, and the light floated into the robe as if he was extremely frightened, no longer flying, and crawling on the rhizome.

At the same time, Leng Xiao's evil qi spread all over his body, as if he was covered in flames, rising up in the sky, touching Qianshou, the evil qi of the two suddenly blended, and the evil thoughts in his heart suddenly appeared, like clusters like clusters, almost endless!

Qianshou was shaken, and suddenly slapped his palm on his eyebrows, his eyes were clear for a moment, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Losing a blessing, Leng Xiao's pressure plummeted, and he seemed to be relaxed, but he looked like a mad demon, his eyes passed through the obstacles of many blades of grass, and he fell in one place.

At the end of the eye, the Yiren are independent, like duckweed in the wind, fluttering, but as if they are taking root under their feet, unmoving, full of worry, calling like crying and complaining, but they can't recall Leng Xiao for half a moment of clarity.

"Kill! Kill!"

Although Leng Xiao has no cultivation, he has a strong physique, and he jumps when he lands, walks on the leaves in three steps, and goes to the sky in five steps. A palm fell violently, and Wutong Mountain was gone!

Yao Xinyu burst into tears, and finally slipped under the burden, fell to the ground without a trace, and a palm print turned into a dark night, covering the entire sky.

The shadow is like the wind in the wind, and he is unwilling to hide in the wind, only hoping that you can return to his heart.

After a while, the Yiren landed, the melancholy was still there, but the eyes were a little tired, and they couldn't help but slowly cover the stars and the rising sun, the grass and dust, and the vast world......

Endless darkness, boom!

The initiator's eyes widened, tears rolled down and it was difficult to control himself, why he was sad and didn't know why, as if he took a step back in fear. Yiren's face was full of tears, as if he had a new wound in his heart, and the cinnabar blood on the corner of Yiren's lips became mottled with his fate.