Wu Gen raised his head blankly, and there was still the deserted island in front of him. The small courtyard and the people serving in the house had all disappeared.
Cold sweat was pouring down his face, and Wu Gen knew that he had not left this place at all, but had unknowingly fallen into Xianjiang's tricks again. It has to be said that the soul master's methods are really tricky and difficult to guard against, and you will fall into it if you are not careful.
A strong sense of exhaustion overflowed from his mind, making his body unable to bear it. Wu Gen couldn't help but knelt down on one knee and put his hands on the ground to prevent himself from fainting.
Feeling the hard and cold rocks, Wu Gen was suddenly horrified. Is the situation at this time real or fake? Could it be that he was still in a dream.
He suddenly raised his head and found that Xianjiang on the opposite side was also cross-legged and his head was bowed, his face was a little red and white. There was a slight noise behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Mo Zhibi. At this moment, the one-eyed white dove fell above his head, with tears on his face, and it was crawling towards him with difficulty.
"This child is so clean." Xian Jiang's voice came with the wind.
Wu Gen turned to look at the opponent, clenched the knife in his hand, and hesitated whether to strike. At this time, he was not sure whether the current world was real or an illusion, whether the Xianjiang River in front of him was real or fake, and even this physical body was a little uncertain whether it really belonged to him.
"This child is like the sunlight that covers all things, nourishing your withered and dying soul. Good luck." Xian Jiang's eyes followed Mo Zhibi's movement. "Just now I used the soul-moving technique to construct a dream with your soul power. Therefore, the more people or things you see in your dream, the more your soul power will be consumed.
It's like you are a piece of firewood. If you want to see farther, you have to burn yourself more vigorously until you burn yourself to ashes. If this child hadn't appeared to extinguish the fire and replenish the vitality, you would have fallen into your own dream and died of exhaustion. "
Wu Gen's face turned a little pale. He had also seen the soul-moving technique in the Jue of Duwang. In fact, it was somewhat similar to seizing the body. It's just that body seizing controls the physical body, while soul transfer controls the opponent's soul, allowing the opponent to follow his own intentions and thoughts, and be trapped in a certain scene or cycle, unable to extricate himself, until he dies or completely becomes someone else. puppet.
"Abi, don't come here, this person is very dangerous." Seeing that Mo Zhibi was still crawling towards this side with difficulty, Wu Gen quickly warned in a low voice.
Mo Zhibi looked at Xianjiang, but he didn't have any fear, "He is going to die soon." Suddenly he turned to look at Wu Gen and sobbed, "But, you are going to die too. You have to fight. , why don’t you live well? If you continue like this, you two will become like fools even if you don’t die. I can’t hold them down by myself.”
Wu Gen's face softened, he gently caught his hands and feet and used Mo Zhibi who crawled over. He and Xian Jiang were not seriously injured physically, the real injuries were in their souls. The fight just now seemed uneventful and not bloody at all. It was not as bloody as a fight between a Qi practitioner or a martial artist. But the danger is self-evident, and the soul will be destroyed before you know it, and only people like Mo Zhibi can see it.
"Why should I die?" Xian Jiang tilted his head and looked at Mo Zhibi, with a joking look on his face, pointing at Wu Gen who was slumped on the ground, "Look, he is the one who is going to die."
"Because you want to die, you will die." Mo Zhibi looked at the other person and answered word by word.
Xianjiang was speechless for a long time after hearing this. After a long time, he laughed at himself, "I didn't expect you to see it. Yes, I want to die. I don't want to be a chained dog anymore."
Turning his head to look at the undulating sea, Xianjiang looked gloomy, "Wu Gen, I'm not as decisive as you. I would rather risk my soul being separated to remove the sky mark. I have been practicing the Art of Fighting Evil since I was a child, and I can no longer cut it off." This chain.
Of course, I will not let those dirty people use other means to end their lives, so I keep looking for those soul masters and compete with them in soul skills, hoping to die in their hands. It's a pity that most of them died in my hands.
It wasn't until my master asked me to find you and teach you soul skills that I became extremely interested. I wanted to see how far you could grow and see if I could achieve transcendence in your hands.
Sure enough, there is something extraordinary about you, but that's all. You were so obsessed with the physical force that your soul path failed to reach the state of transformation twice in a row.
Without realizing it, if you hadn't had an unexpected encounter and had other means to help me, I'm afraid you would have been a living dead in front of me at this time.
Wu Gen, only one person can leave today. Use all your means and stop thinking about opportunism. "
Wu Gen nodded and did not answer the other party. Instead, he turned to look at Mo Zhibi, "You have also seen that this man is a madman. He does not cherish his own life, let alone pity others, so this scene It must be done.
Of course, you don’t have to worry about me. He wants to die, but I don’t want to die. I still want to live well. Based on this alone, my desire to survive has become much stronger, so your village master will not die. It's windy on the island, so you'd better go back to land. "
Mo Zhibi looked at Xianjiang and then at Wu Gen. He had the ability to read people's hearts, so he naturally knew that these two people had to fight. Although there is a fortune teller's prophecy that wind and fire can also help each other, looking at the current situation, I am afraid it can only end in a life-or-death outcome.
Mo Zhibi didn't want Wu Gen to worry, so he got up and crawled out of the island. After climbing more than a dozen steps, he suddenly turned around and smiled brightly, "Alive."
"Of course." Wu Gen confidently waved his fist at him. Before he finished speaking, his body flew out and rushed towards the Xianjiang River on the opposite side.
He didn't want Mo Zhibi to be involved in this dangerous fight, but without Mo Zhibi's vitality, he might not be able to sustain his soul. So before he left, he needed to shorten the distance from Xianjiang, take advantage of his physical strength, and see if he could kill the opponent's body as soon as possible.
With a bang, Wu Gen and Xianjiang collided heavily, entangled in each other like octopuses, and hammered their heads toward Xianjiang.
Blood fell from Xianjiang's head, covering the flame pattern on his forehead, covering his face, and flowing into his mouth opened by laughter.
Although Wu Gen made such bold promises to Mo Zhibi, in the end he still did not dare to use soul magic, but relied on his own body. Based on this alone, he lost.
Xianjiang laughed silently, hugged Wu Gen and turned his body over. The two fell into the turbulent sea water and disappeared in an instant. Just leave Mo Zhibi and see how long Wu Gen can hold on.
In the dark sea water, there was silence everywhere, and there was not a trace of light. Wu Gen sank in the sea water, his head still hitting the Xianjiang River in front of him.
I don't know how long it took, but a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness beneath me. The light was very weak, like an oil lamp that could disappear at any time. Wu Gen fell in without even thinking about whether there was any fraud involved.
This is how people are, if they stay in the darkness for a long time, they will naturally run towards the light. Just like a moth rushing to the flame, knowing that you will die, you will rush towards the flame without hesitation.
An oil lamp appeared in front of him. Wu Genran looked at the dim light in surprise, wondering why he was here. Looking around, there was a clay kang, a broken table, and an oil lamp placed in a hole dug in the wall. On the table, there was a half-broken rattle, a crudely made bow and arrow, and a rusty hatchet.
Shaking his head, Wu Gen walked out of the house. Looking at the busy people coming and going, he suddenly remembered that this was Dafeng Village.
It's called a stockade, but it's just a walled area where a bunch of refugees try to protect themselves. Here, Wu Gen spent his youth, being ordinary and poor. Although he was occasionally bullied, in general, he grew up to the age of fourteen peacefully here.
The days in Dafeng Village were the most unforgettable time in his life. No matter where he goes, the place he can never return to, like an eternal island, will become a point that will always exist in his sight. Maybe this point also has a name, called Heart Nest.
In the yard in front of the house, there is a woman writing poetry and painting under the tree. The warm sunlight passes through the green branches and turns into strands of time, flowing on the woman's body.
The woman's long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and her eyes as clear as autumn water were spotless, as clean as white lotuses in full bloom. The fair skin is even more translucent and dazzling under the sun, with a faint blush, and the indescribable elegance in her movements is like a person walking out of a painting.
"Light painting." Wu Gen walked gently to the woman's side, leaned down to see what the woman wrote, but he took the opportunity to write something in her
He took a deep breath in his hair, and the sweetness quickly filled his chest.
"Disgusting." The woman coquettishly pushed Wu Gen's head away. On her right arm, a green bracelet reflected the sunlight, making it so green that it made people enchanted.
Wu Gen laughed and stood up. When he looked back, the broken house he had just turned into Xishan Mountain, and he and Zhu Qianhua were in the manor at the foot of Xishan Mountain.
Wu Gen was startled, looked at the sky, then smiled slightly, and continued to stand behind Zhu Qianhua, watching the wind blowing under her brush, and a picture of a mandarin duck and a lotus field was quickly completed.
"It's getting late, I have to go teach for my father." Zhu Qianhua blew a handful of ink on the drawing, stood up hurriedly, walked two steps and then turned around and said, "Practice your calligraphy well, I will correct it when I come back." . If you don’t write well, you will be punished by standing for an hour today.”
"As ordered, madam, leave slowly and come back early." Looking at Zhu Qianhua's leaving figure, Wu Gen bowed with a grimace.
The courtyard became quiet. Wu Gen wrote a few words in the study, but he always felt that something was on his mind. He got up and walked out of the courtyard, striding towards another courtyard at the foot of Xishan Mountain.
Entering this courtyard with white walls and black tiles, Wu Gen lingered for a long time, never daring to enter the main house. I wanted to exit the yard several times, but always turned back. In the end, I finally calmed down and walked towards the house.
Two people were sitting at the square table in front of the screen in the main hall. Judging from their appearance, they should be a man and a woman, but their faces are very blurry and their specific appearances cannot be clearly seen.
"Shi Zhuo'er, you're back." A gentle female voice sounded, and the woman sitting on the right nodded.
"Don't hang around outside for too long. Spend more time with Qian Hua. When can you and Qian Hua let us have our grandson?" A gentle yet majestic man's voice sounded.
Wu Gen didn't answer, he just sat aside and watched the two of them silently, listening to their chatter. After a long time, Wu Gen stood up, bowed deeply to the two of them, turned around and left the courtyard.
When the courtyard door closed, Wu Gen's body couldn't help but tremble. He grabbed the door knocker with both hands and leaned his head gently on the door panel.
After a long time, he turned around and walked towards his yard. His chest was already wet.
The days passed like this, Wu Gen accompanied Qian Hua to write poems and paintings, went for walks, and accompanied Zhu Bu Zhan to play chess and drink. In their spare time, they went to the mountains to hunt for treasures. Xiang, Shui Congyue and others drank and had fun, and fought dogs in cages.
There was only one thing he did every day, and that was to go to the yard and visit the two people with blurred faces.
Every time they go there, these two people sit in the main hall, seemingly waiting for Wu Gen and his arrival. With each additional visit, their faces would become slightly clearer, which made Wu Gen full of expectations.
Sitting in the hall, listening to the two chatting. There were no earth-shattering secrets in their words, and there were no flashes of swords and swords. The two of them were just talking about trivial matters, just like every aging person in the world.
Finally one day, Wu Gen couldn't help it any longer, and held on to the armrests with both hands, allowing himself to stand up. One step, two steps... Wu Gen walked towards the two of them with difficulty. These few short steps felt like walking for thousands of years, consuming all Wu Gen's energy.
Standing in front of the two of them, Wu Gen reached forward with trembling hands, wanting to touch their faces.
His hands passed through the two of them easily, and their bodies suddenly shattered into pieces and disappeared into thousands of light spots.
Feeling the emptiness in his palm, Wu Gen became angry, trembling all over, clenching his fists, and golden sparks crackling from his body.
Looking up at the sky, Wu Gen shouted angrily: "Xianjiang, you loser."
At this moment, a light burst out from his chest, and the jade pendant that had been with him since childhood flew out. Wherever the light reaches, everything such as the main room, the courtyard, Xishan, etc. gradually dissolves. In the jade pendant, a large mountain can be vaguely seen. The mountain has nine levels and pierces the sky.
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