I will Bury the Gods Chapter 92: : admonishing the Taoist witch

The sun has risen, and the white clothes and broken mirrors are covered by the fresh snow that has fallen, and there is a dead silence on the mountain.

This inevitable assassination has not changed anything, but it is very likely to make the situation worse, which makes them feel a little heavy.

Where should I go next?

This is the question that bothers them at the same time.

Xiaoyu also realized belatedly that this Holy Son is not an enemy at all, she and Master seem to be...friends?

"Master, what is going on..."

Xiaoyu didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but just asked aggrievedly: "Didn't Master say you won't lie to me?"

"I am an enemy with her, but because we have a common enemy, we can cooperate for the time being." Lin Shouxi explained.

Xiaoyu trusted Master, so he quickly agreed with this explanation, nodded and said, "So that's how it is."

Mu Shijing looked solemnly at Can Xue on the ground, the death certificate in her hand was still humming, as if she was not satisfied with the battle just now, Mu Shijing pressed the sword with his thumb, and the sword stopped reluctantly Keep humming.

Lin Shouxi glanced at the death certificate with guilt.

"Master, you can't give the sword to that bad woman." Xiaoyu noticed the mood of the master and said quickly.

"Don't worry, I won't abandon Xiaoyu." Lin Shouxi smiled and comforted.

The death certificate was the sword passed to him by his master. Logically speaking, he would definitely want to get it back, but... well, these two swords are taken as hostages in mutual custody.

"By the way, Master, what is the name of our sect?" Xiaoyu asked quickly as if he had suddenly remembered something very important.

"..." Lin Shouxi could frankly tell Xiaohe that he belonged to the Hehuan Sect, but facing Xiaoyu, he really couldn't open his mouth. After thinking about it, he said: "I came from a Taoist sect, and I am a descendant of the Taoist sect."

"Taoism..." Xiaoyu showed a look of admiration, "Master really defends the righteous way."

"Of course." Lin Shouxi smiled and said, "Xiaoyu will also work hard for the right path in the future."

"Well! I will work hard." Xiaoyu just grabbed the fox fur and cheered for himself.

Lin Shouxi felt that this scene was a bit absurd. The descendants of the Demon Sect were pretending to be the descendants of the Dao Sect, while the Lord...was by his side.

It seems that there is a tacit understanding, as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Shijing turned his head, looked at Lin Shouxi with deep eyes, frowned and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

Mu Shijing's perception is so keen that he can even feel the fluctuation of his heart!

Lin Shouxi was startled, while Xiaoyu jumped up in fright.

She was so frightened not because of the sudden shouting of the Bad Son, but because of an identical voice that sounded behind her:

"Who are you talking to?"

Xiaoyu turned her head, the door of the sword tower had been opened, and the mother in a green dress stood outside the door, with a cold and beautiful face, her eyes swept in.

The ancient sword she couldn't put it down was like a hot potato all of a sudden, Xiao Yu hurriedly took her hand away from the sword, but this move was undoubtedly trying to cover up in the eyes of her mother.

In less than a blink of an eye, the mother's figure disappeared at the door, and the corner of the blue skirt had floated to Xiaoyu's side. The fragrance of grass and trees on the skirt used to be Xiaoyu's favorite, but now she seems The thief who was caught upright held his breath and did not dare to move.

Niangqin stretched out her hand, raised it lightly and lowered it heavily, and pressed her two jade fingers to the scabbard like a pulse.

Lin Shouxi's reaction was also very timely. When the young woman in the green skirt dropped her finger, he immediately let go of Zhan Gong and cut off his consciousness.

But everything happened too fast, and he couldn't be sure whether Xiaoyu's mother saw anything.

She did see it.

She saw two white shadows, flashing white shadows. Nothing else.

Mother opened her eyes and looked at the little girl wrapped in a white fox fur blanket, with a look of reproach on her face.

Xiaoyu was quite frightened, but after all, it was her beloved mother who came, not some monster or ghost, so she quickly calmed down, with her hands on her hips, the villain complained first:

"Mother, why are you like this? You gave me the small sword tower, so this is my territory. Why don't you just barge in without knocking on the door!"

"Why do I come in, don't you know?" Mother has lived for so many years, but she doesn't like her. She tapped Xiaoyu's forehead and continued to question.

"How would I know?" Xiaoyu refused to admit it.

Niangqin's expression became more and more dignified, she did not press the question directly, but said earnestly: "Xiaoyu, do you know the origin of this sword?"

"Well..." Xiao Yu nodded with a vague understanding, but said: "This seems to be a weapon that has killed a god."

"Yes." Mother nodded and continued to ask: "Which evil **** did you kill?"

Xiaoyu shook his head.

Niangqin sighed softly, and after a while, the young woman opened her red lips and told her the legendary story:

"Many, many years ago, there was a flood in the Sea of ​​Darkness, and the tide lasted for many years. The rain cloud that came out once floated to the holy mountain, causing several extremely corrosive showers. Later, the tide finally receded However, a powerful demon **** fixed himself on the mountain, unwilling to leave with the tide.

According to the legend, the demon **** is one of the three evil gods, the descendant of the God of Tide Wisdom. It is like a moving mountain, wandering in the wilderness outside the god's wall. Wherever it passes, time will change. Confused. Someone once played a game of chess at the foot of the mountain where the Space-Time Demon God lived. When the harvest was harvested, the yellow beams in the furnace were not ripe, and only after returning to the sacred mountain did they realize that ten years had passed. "

Xiaoyu had heard similar stories in the past, but she never thought it was true!

"Then this sword..."

"The Space-Time Demon God was killed by this sword!" Mother said coldly.

"Well, I know, our ancestors held a divine sword, crossed the divine wall, and nailed the demon **** to a lonely peak." Xiaoyu repeated what he had heard.

"No, it's not."

Mother shook her head, her expression faded from her pupils, showing an inexplicable meaning of vicissitudes: "Everyone thinks that the demon **** was killed by our ancestors with special means, but...the demon **** is so powerful, apart from the patriarch and Emperor, no one else dare to say that they can kill it. That demon **** approached the **** wall back then, and our family has been responsible for guarding the **** wall since ancient times, so no matter how strong the enemy is, we must fight it. Therefore, the ancestors brought This sword... has left the city."

Mother closed her eyes. Although she had never seen that period of history with her own eyes, she still had the powerlessness of looking up at the vast sea and the sky when she told it... She is already in the realm of human gods, and she is a leader in human cultivation. But for a truly powerful being, she seems to be no different from a little girl like Xiaoyu, which is also the root of the sense of powerlessness.

"The ancestor went out with the intention of dying, but on that day, he saw a scene that he would never forget. He didn't tell the posterity about that scene until he died, and asked them to hide it... Xiaoyu, You are my descendant, I can tell you what happened back then."

Then the words fell, the doors and windows of the sword building were hit by an invisible wind, and they were closed one after another, and the room became dark.

This is the end of the matter, no matter how stupid Xiaoyu is, she should realize the importance of the matter. She sat upright and listened attentively to her mother.

"The ancestor saw the evil **** outside the city..."

Mother closed her eyes and continued, "That evil god's octopus-like legs are wrapped around the giant peak, and black, foul-smelling mucus drips from its transparent to almost holy body. It is soft and transparent, like frozen water, and there are stars in it. It has no facial features, and its fuzzy head is like a jellyfish hit by a hexagram, extending towards the sky. All the scenes I have experienced are as subtle as his mother turning over when he was still a fetus. The ancestor is trapped in the memory and cannot draw the sword at all... This is the real god, it does not even need to make a move, as long as you get close, you will be killed It affects."

"Then, what should we do then?" Xiaoyu also felt oppressed when he heard this.

"Just when the ancestor was desperate, he saw a man outside the city."

Niangqin continued to speak, her words became mysterious: "It was a figure standing in the air, with black hair and black dress, without boots, like a shadow hard embedded in the air, very unreal. Opening his hand, the ancestor couldn't control the sword in his hand, and was caught by her in a blink of an eye. The ancestor couldn't sense the girl's breath, but felt the fear of the space-time demon god. This powerful demon spit out a huge amount of white mist, trying to escape , but it couldn't escape, the sword burst out with unimaginable power, and cut through the space-time demon **** and the heavy fog. Nowhere to be seen."

"This...so strong." Xiaoyu was stunned, "Who is that person..."

"I don't know." My mother shook her head: "But the **** who can be killed can only be another god, a higher-level god! But... the ancestors did hear her name in the fog back then— —Miss."

…

Miss...

Xiaoyu felt an inexplicable sense of shock, and at the same time, she also blushed.

It's also a young lady, why is there such a big gap between me and her?

"Later, that lady disappeared together with the demon god's body, only the sword remained, it had been sheathed and stuck on the top of the mountain, the ancestors took it back, but the sword had pride and could no longer be pulled out .”

Niangqin looked at the sword enshrined in the sword building, and said the ending of this story.

"That is to say, there are still people outside the **** wall, is there another person who can be compared to the patriarch and the emperor..." Xiaoyu said in a daze.

Niangqin nodded, put her hands on Xiaoyu's shoulders, stared at her for a while, then rubbed her hair, and said, "Tell Xiaoyu these things, one is that you will know these secrets sooner or later, two I want to tell you that this sword has been used to kill evil gods... Although it has been purified countless times, I am still afraid that its evil nature will not disappear. It is very difficult for gods to be truly killed, especially monsters like the Time and Space Demon God. fetus... it will take every opportunity to be reborn, you, understand?"

"I, I know..." Xiaoyu nodded quickly, she knew that her mother was afraid that she would be polluted by the space-time demon god, but...but how could the master be an evil god.

"Then Xiaoyu, tell me the truth, who are you talking to?" Mother's words became more and more serious.

"I..." Xiaoyu's eyes dodged and he was at a loss.

Mother's face moved closer, "Tell mother, who is the man hidden in the sword and what did he say to you?"

Xiaoyuhu fur fell to the ground, and the pink dress made her even more helpless. She sat on the ground, not daring to look directly into her mother's eyes. After a long time, she opened her mouth softly and said:

"Mother, I'm telling you the truth, don't laugh at me."

"Of course not." Mother said immediately.

"Actually... I'm actually talking to myself." Xiaoyu finally opened his mouth coyly.

"Talking to yourself?" My mother was also a little surprised.

"Well... because no one talked, Xiaoyu talked to himself." Xiaoyu said: "Mother saw it just now... There is a figure inside the sword, but he only appears occasionally, motionless , I imagined him as my friend, and I would tell him everything in my heart." Gu

Mother wanted to express her doubts, but seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance, she couldn't bear to say the questioning words anymore, all she could feel was guilt.

"Mother, don't you believe what Xiaoyu said?" Xiaoyu said aggrievedly.

"I believe it." Mother's heart relented, she folded her hands on her knees, and said: "Mother has indeed been with you less these years. /

"It's okay, I know mother and father are very busy...I am very sensible." Xiaoyu lowered her head.

In the end, she still did not tell about Master.

Of course she knows that the evil **** is of great importance, and she also knows how it will affect the family if it is not handled well, but this short five days of getting along with her has already established her trust in Master, and she believes that Master is a good person... But Regardless of whether the master is a good person or not, as long as my mother knows, she will definitely not allow herself to have such close communication with strangers.

So for the sake of the friendship between master and apprentice, she chose to hide it.

Of course, Niangqin is not so easy to fool. She comforted Xiaoyu for a while and then touched the sword again. She tapped it seemingly casually, but in fact she had connected her consciousness to it.

…

On Baixue Ridge, Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were about to go down the mountain together.

Lin Shouxi looked at the girl in black beside her. She was still so beautiful, but her appearance had not changed and her temperament had changed. She was the same as the girl Pai Ruo who argued with him in the dead city.

"You always watch what I do, do you want to kill me?" Mu Shijing turned his head, and calm words floated from his red lips, with an inexplicable allure.

"Don't you remember me?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"What did you say?" Mu Shijing's eyebrows were full of confusion: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Lin Shouxi's question was of course a thousand years ago. Seeing Mu Shijing's reaction, he certainly knew that the other party hadn't remembered it yet.

"We shouldn't be enemies." Lin Shouxi said sincerely.

"Then what should it be? Are you still thinking about things from your childhood?" Mu Shijing was not far away from him. .

What happened when I was a child... Naturally, it was the fact that they almost engaged in a baby kiss.

"Why do you look like a witch now?" Lin Shouxi's impression of Mu Shijing was cold and gentle, even so gentle that he was a little... stupid.

"It's more fun this way." Mu Shijing hung her sleeves and let her hair be messy without combing. She looked at Lin Shouxi and smiled and said, "Could it be that you like Zhengdao fairies more?"

Lin Shouxi knew that she was making fun of him. Looking at Mu Shijing's confident expression, he only hoped that her master would come down from the sky and give this young girl who was tempted astray a lesson.

"I don't even like it." Lin Shouxi said lightly. Xiaohe is the only one in his heart.

"Is that so? It's absurd that the successor of the Hehuan Sect has kept his body like a jade." Mu Shijing shook his head slightly, with a playful look on his brows.

Lin Shouxi took a deep breath, and did not argue with her based on the mentality of friendship thousands of years ago, but asked: "You really can't remember anything?"

"What do you want me to remember?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Thousands of years ago, we lived in a courtyard, and we would compete once a month. If you win, I will call you sister, and if I win, you will call me brother." Lin Shouxi didn't deliberately go Concealing these, if the two are really like-minded, then there is no need to engage in unwarranted internal friction.

Mu Shijing frowned. She did recall an ancient memory in a coma. In her memory, she lived in a courtyard, and there was a barrier like water above the courtyard, but...

"I don't remember you." Mu Shijing shook his head, "You don't think you can fool me by making up a clumsy story?"

Lin Shouxi didn't know which part of her memory was wrong, he hesitated for a moment, but still took out his trump card: "Let me see your back."

"What did you say?!" Mu Shijing looked serious.

Although she acted like a witch, she didn't have the essence of a witch after all. She even subconsciously tightened her skirt to cover the snowy skin on her neck.

"There are two very thin scars on your butterfly bone, as if they were painted on, right?" Lin Shouxi asked.

Mu Shijing stared at Lin Shouxi, his pupils flickered, his eyes were complicated, but he remained silent.

"Don't get me wrong, even if you stand in front of me with all your clothes on, I won't be interested in you." Lin Shouxi added, "I just want to prove that I'm telling the truth."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that you guessed right when I look at you like this, but I never thought before that you are this kind of person."

Cold words drifted out from between the girl's teeth, and she showed a disappointed look, "Young man's admiration is understandable, but do you insist on using such clumsy lies? In the past, I only thought you had entered the magic gate by mistake I can't help myself, now it seems... hmph, I shouldn't have talked nonsense with you in the dead city, I just cut you off with a sword."

Lin Shouxi was even more surprised, "You really don't have a mark like a broken wing on your back?"

"Of course not." Mu Shijing's back is smooth and exquisite, like silk, how could there be any marks on it?

"Let me see." Lin Shouxi did not give up seeing the truth.

It is very rude for Mu Shijing to hear these words, "Who are you, why should I show you?"

When the two were arguing, Zhan Gong suddenly flickered.

Mu Shijing's attention was distracted, she squinted and asked curiously: "What happened to Zhan Palace?"

Lin Shouxi knew that it was Xiaoyu who sent the signal, but he was cautious and did not put his hand on it, but asked Mu Shijing:

"Didn't this happen when you held it?"

"Not really."

"Maybe Zhan Palace is very happy to see the old master."

"Really? I don't think it seems to recognize me as the old master."

Mu Shijing narrowed his eyes, stared at Zhan Gong, thoughtfully, and said: "Can you show it to me?"

"Why should I show you the sword even if you don't show it to me?" Lin Shouxi flatly refused.

"Irreverent!"

Mu Shijing bit her red lips, finally couldn't bear it any longer, she moved sideways, and pointed with her magical fingers.

Lin Shouxi leaned back and retreated subconsciously. Mu Shijing narrowly dodged his finger like a crane flying into the clouds, sticking to his chest with a little remaining energy. Mu Shijing didn't pursue him, but just went down With a swipe, his fingers turned into palms, grabbing the Zhan Palace on Lin Shouxi's waist.

Lin Shouxi knew that Xiaoyu's mother might not have left, so this sword must not fall into Mu Shijing's hands. Similarly, Mu Shijing's sudden attack also aroused his fighting spirit, and he recalled the past Fist and palm skills learned, standing up and splitting palms, the bones of the hand make a crisp sound like a thunderbolt, to intercept the opponent's hand.

Lin Shouxi's well-knit hands collided with the girl's slender orchid fingers, fighting at a dizzying speed, all of which were moves from their past worlds.

In the sparse forest of remnant snow, the figures of the boys and girls moved again. They were like flowing water and solid ice colliding together, entangled and melted, almost becoming one.

The two fought regardless of the outcome, but when they heard the wind of recruiting students, they made fierce noises.

During this short confrontation, Lin Shouxi changed dozens of boxing techniques in an attempt to block Mu Shijing from the outside, but the facts proved that it is not as good as being proficient in one skill, and Mu Shijing only used magical pointers to try to block Mu Shijing. Defeat everything with one finger.

She has already stepped into the Hunjin Realm, which is slightly higher than Lin Shouxi's, so this exquisite **** technique also showed a terrifying suppressive power. Draw the sword and fight Mu Shijing, otherwise you won't be able to gain advantage.

But the Zhan Gong sword is still flashing, and he can't touch it for the time being.

"It was just a fluke that you won that night. Do you really think you are my opponent?" Mu Shijing said coldly: "You couldn't beat me in the dead city, and it is the same now."

Mu Shijing decided to take this opportunity to wash away the shame of that night.

"You witch..." Lin Shouxi was too tired to resist, but couldn't say anything harsh.

Dead City and Longlin Town, they both win and lose each other, and if they lose this round, they will be at a disadvantage again...

How can he hold his head up like this?

But Mu Shijing is such a bully character as Xiaohe?

Mu Shijing's offensive was much more methodical, layered like petals, and unbroken like waves. She kept dismantling his defenses, and when Lin Shouxi finally showed his obvious flaws, she clicked again with her **** like a butterfly ~IndoMTL.com~ Go straight to the middle door.

This is the winner.

It was also at this moment that Lin Shouxi's mind was sincere and ethereal, and in the desperate situation where he could not retreat, he had a flash of inspiration and instinctively used the dragon-capturing hand.

This move is not special, but it has a strange suppressing power when facing dragons, but for some reason, Mu Shijing's inevitable finger was easily dismantled by this palm technique. , every leak of the air machine may cause a collapse like a dike, not to mention such a rough dismantling?

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Mu Shijing was shocked. She had three fingers broken in a row, and her figure could not help but drifted away, intending to draw her sword.

Lin Shouxi had the upper hand, how could he give up, his figure approached like thunder, and he slammed down Mu Shijing's hand, pressing the sword she was about to draw back into its sheath, and the sword intention exploded in the sheath Into a dull thunder.

Mu Shijing's moves were completely messed up. She wanted to resist, but her wrist was precisely grasped.

Lin Shouxi twisted her hand, and his figure flashed behind her, directly pressing her on her waist, and slammed her onto the snow.

Lin Shouxi doesn't understand why his dragon-capturing hand has such a magical effect. Could it be that Mu Shijing also has dragon blood...

He thought of the scar on her butterfly bone again, and thought of the appearance of the red-eyed dragon waving its bone wings and soaring into the air, and his thoughts became more firm.

Untie her back later and see how she can still deny it?

"Let go of me..." Mu Shijing struggled, but it was difficult to use his strength.

Black satin-like hair, thin white neck, beautiful back, graceful waist and hip curves, and beautiful legs exposed between the clothes, every detail of the girl's delicate body is so beautiful that she struggles slightly. It also adds a sense of fragility between the coldness and beauty.

Lin Shouxi was not in a hurry to confirm his conjecture, but said: "Let me teach you a lesson for your master first."