The man seemed a little annoyed that he lost face in front of a child.
The man tore open the rope of the cowhide bag, and immediately, black clouds rushed toward Liang Yue, with dozens of evil spirits wrapped inside. These evil spirits were extremely resentful, and they tore them with their long-nailed hands. The evil energy on her body cut through the barriers Liang Yue had set up like knives, much more powerful than the one that attacked her yesterday.
Soon, the barrier she set up was torn open by the evil ghost, and then the entire barrier was shattered. These powerful evil ghosts seemed to have seen something delicious, their tongues stretched out long, and they rushed toward Liangyue. They came over, biting and gnawing, but Liang Yue had no reaction or even resistance, and soon there was no movement.
The man in gray was overjoyed and bowed to the man in red in the room, as if he wanted to be praised by that man.
But the man in red made a sound of disdain, and a soft female voice said: "Kill her? You are not worthy."
"What?"
At this moment, the house in front of the man in gray became distorted, and there was only a "bang" explosion. The man in gray looked back and saw that the evil ghosts he had raised were blown away.
"How is this going?"
When the man in gray clothes looked up, he saw that his boss had risen high into the air, and all the scenery around him, including the sky above his head, were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were like a huge bag, covering the man. He quickly tied up the wound, leaving only the man's head exposed.
"Damn it! Let go!"
The man wanted to split with his sword, but found that his sword had disappeared.
"Are you looking for it?"
The man looked up and saw a white light spot in the black sky. The light spot got closer and closer, and finally landed in front of him.
Liang Yue held the man's sword in her hand, played it twice, and chopped off the man's crown: "It's not very sharp. It seems that you are only busy making money and don't remember to maintain it."
"Was it an illusion just now?"
"Yes! How does it feel? How does it feel to be in a bag?"
Liang Yue glanced at the woman in the red cloak and saw that she was watching coldly with no intention of intervening, so she lowered her sword and crossed the green bricks to the side of the broken apricot tree.
"Cifang'an is an outstanding person. She absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and is nourished by the sound of chanting sutras every day. She has already lost her demonic nature. As long as she survives the catastrophe, she can ascend. But you, when her spiritual power is at its weakest, Kill her, her spiritual roots will be destroyed, and her soul will be scattered."
Liang Yue stroked the broken tree trunk, feeling indescribable regret. This was the first time she saw a demon tribe outside the demon book that had lost its demonic nature, but was destroyed by this man.
"What nonsense are you talking about! A demon is a demon! If you are a demon, you should die!"
"Isn't it?" Liang Yue asked back, holding up a money bag and shaking it. It belonged to this man.
Liang Yue turned it over, and the whole bag of golden beans crackled all over the floor.
"Is it for money?"
The man laughed loudly: "So what? Killing monsters is not illegal, right? I have to live too, right? What's wrong with making money? Without money, you can't even drink clean water..."
"Because murder is against the law, I kill monsters. This way I can make money without feeling guilty, and the reward is quite generous. What I earn in one year is as much as what an ordinary killer earns in ten years?"
"That makes sense." Liang Yue smiled lowly, "I can't even refute it. It seems that everyone in the world thinks so. If the world thinks it is right, then it is right and it is the truth."
Smiling, those crystal eyes dimmed, and the spell in her hand flashed brightly: "But there are demon judges in the demon world, and there are demon judges who judge right and wrong. Who do you think you are!"
The man twisted his neck: "A demon is a demon, and all demons deserve to die!"
"At least she's not!" Liangyue pointed to the dead tree.
Liang Yue spread her hands, and a ray of light shone in the man's eyes.
"What's this?"
The light in front of the man's eyes turned and images appeared: a five or six-year-old boy planted an apricot tree on a mountain. The boy's home is in the mountains. He lives here with his parents. There is not a large population here, so maybe it is lonely, so he planted an apricot tree like this.
The apricot tree grew taller day by day with the boy. When the boy finally couldn't keep up with the height of the apricot tree, the apricots had been growing year after year.
The sweet and sour apricots accompany ten years of cold weather. The young man has to go to Beijing to take the exam. Before leaving, he composes a poem under the tree. From then on, the apricot tree has a heart.
The young man went to high school in one fell swoop, went to work thousands of miles away, and took his parents away. He couldn't take the apricot tree with him, and he didn't want to take it with him. But for a tree, he gave her the soil to survive, and she cherished this Kindness, watching the young man leave.
Many years later, in order to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, a wealthy family in the city built a Cifang nunnery here. For a hundred years, the tree silently cultivated itself and finally transformed into a human form.
She has never gone down to the colorful mountain. She likes to live quietly here. She thinks the squirrels who are crazy about hoarding food but are a little forgetful in autumn are so cute. The calls of the lark in the forest are more beautiful than the shouts of people at the foot of the mountain. What she likes most is listening to the little nuns chanting sutras, unhurriedly, monotonously but piously.
When the little nuns are lazy, she will clean the courtyard for them. In summer, the fruits she produces are the freshest fruits for the little nuns.
She fell into a deep sleep amidst the faint chanting of sutras. She didn't even look in the mirror to see how beautiful she was. She just wanted to live such a simple life. She didn't feel that she was different from those little nuns. What's the difference? She felt that she could also be a human being.
However, all this came to an abrupt end last winter night.
The snow was falling heavily, and she took a broom to clean the snow path, but she saw a man wearing gray clothes lying on the snow, stained with blood.
She helped the man up, but was stunned.
It's him! The number one scholar on the gold list!
No, he isn't anymore.
People will grow old and die. They just look exactly the same.
She didn't have time to think too much, because he was injured, very seriously, all his internal organs were damaged, his muscles and veins were severed, and he was already cold.
For some reason, she cried.
The first time she cried in her life was at this moment.
She understood the emotions in her heart. She was anxious, eager, and uncomfortable. She wanted to save him.
Even though he might have nothing to do with the boy, she suddenly wanted to save him. Was it to repay a favor? Maybe? Or maybe it's just because she's kind!
Hundreds of years of cultivation disappeared in one night. Her hair was silver and her face was wrinkled. She knew that nothing but death was waiting for her.
The light turned back, and the man's eyes returned to darkness. He saw Liang Yue and the tree that he had chopped down.
"What a pity, she doesn't even have a name."
Liang Yue stroked the cut part of the apricot tree. What would her expression be like when she died?
She must regret it very much.
But after seeing all this, the man in gray sneered: "Little baby, you are so capable! You don't even know how to use your tongue, right? How did your parents teach you such a stinky girl who makes up nonsense?" ! Who do you want to deceive by making up such a ridiculous story? You can create such a big illusion, let alone just a lie?"
