Han Ting Xiugu [Cultivation]

Chapter 59

There is no one in his heart, only himself, he lives when he wants to live, and dies when he wants to die.Rong Tingfang said the most normal things with a full face, but originally wanted to say, I am not as scheming and deceitful as you people from Penglai.However, Yu Qiuyuan looked away, his eyes flickering, and at the same time, he felt a surge in his spiritual consciousness.

That kind of dodging is a bit like when he was fishing in the water, the fish that was too small slipped through his fingers, it was slippery and greasy, and he couldn't catch it, and it was like a bug crawling in his heart , rubbing caressing, light and itchy, and there is no trace.Rong Tingfang was a little surprised by this unprecedented mood.

He couldn't help but looked at the dodging Master Zhangshan again and again.Finally came to a conclusion: "You are very strange."

If it wasn't because he couldn't move his hands, Rong Tingfang would almost put his palms on Yu Qiuyuan's forehead.He frowned and said, "Are you sick? Or is your injury not healed? I have clearly channeled your spiritual power for three weeks, and you should be fine now." Otherwise, he spent so much effort to turn Yu Qiuyuan around. Isn't spiritual power a waste of effort?

Rong Tingfang just said what he said, and moved his face closer, as if to take a closer look at the person.Seeing Yu Qiuyuan's embarrassment, he threw his head back desperately, with a sullen face: "What are you doing, I'm fine!"

"All right?" Rong Tingfang sat up straight, "It's all right, why is your heart beating wildly?"

"I--"

"How are you?"

The face of the real Zhangshan in front of him turned from white to red, and then from red to white again. It was exciting, but he couldn't say a word.The palm in front of him was so hot that he couldn't sit still.Yu Qiuyuan suddenly withdrew his strength, and with his hands supporting him, he floated three feet away, standing far above the water.He was dressed in red, standing on the Bitan, looking from a distance, he looked like a speck of cinnabar in the jasper.

"We should go up. I don't know what's going on there."

Leaving Su Xuanji alone made Yu Qiuyuan a little worried.

Rong Tingfang slowly withdrew his hands, suppressed the whirling inner alchemy to calm down, and then got up.The water lines reflected on his face, sparkling.He folded his hands behind his back and chuckled: "Yan Buxiao how could he not beat Bai Shiwei." If a dignified outer disciple of the Sword Sect was defeated by a group of craftsmen raising birds, it would make people laugh out loud.

"What's more, do you think he really doesn't distinguish between good and bad, and doesn't know good and evil?"

Yu Qiuyuan hadn't answered yet, but another voice sounded gloomy, very familiar but too old.

"I don't know if Guiren knows good and evil, but I just found out today that they said that Zhang Shan Zhenren and the devil head secretly crossed Chencang, and it turned out to be true. It seems that Yu Zhen should be the one who doesn't know good and evil. .”

Rong Tingfang's complexion changed, his eyes were like arrows, and he held a right hand behind him, holding a long whip in his palm.

After Gu Mu, a person came out.Guess who?It turned out to be Bai Shiwei.Wasn't Bai Shiwei beaten into the mountains by Rong Tingfang's tail? How could he be here? If he was here, Rong Tingfang and Yu Qiuyuan wouldn't even notice it?Rong Tingfang frowned only after Bai Shiwei walked out of the shade of the tree.If this is the decline of Bai, it would be too old.There are more wrinkles on his face than there are creases on the rocks, his beard looks like piled snow, but his eyes are extremely bright - blood red.

Rong Tingfang: "..." He asked Yu Qiuyuan, "How did he become such a ghost?"

"Ghostly look?" Bai Shiwei smiled, "Ghostly look, isn't it thanks to you."

It's none of his business, don't blame him for everything, Rong Tingfang doesn't even pay attention to Penglai, let alone a mere Bai Shiwei.This person has been entangled several times and has not repented until now. Maybe he really shouldn't spare his life with a little kindness.Rong Tingfang was very impatient, and said with his hands behind his back: "I die, or I will help you, you choose."

Bai Shiwei seemed to have heard some joke, he said: "Wenren, ah no, Honorable Rong. Before you say this, I'm afraid you should worry about yourself first." He gestured to Rong Tingfang and Yu Qiuyuan with his eyes Bitan. "Have you ever thought that this is the Valley of Purgatory, and since there is a fire in the valley, why is there a pool of water in the valley?"

"..." Rong Tingfang remained silent.

Bai Shiwei suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes darkened: "Of course I will be buried with you!"

He suddenly raised a jade plate in his hand!

Rong Tingfang's heart skipped a beat, this jade plate seemed to be the same as the one he picked up in the cave earlier.But without allowing him to think about it, Bai Shi blushed slightly, and almost exhausted all his strength to throw the jade plate towards Rong Tingfang.But it doesn't matter how strong he is, Rong Tingfang didn't even try to hide, he swung the whip away, smashing the jade plate into pieces easily.

He brushed away the lime, allowing it to fall into the water, and said insistently, "That's all you can do?"

But it was clear that the blow was missed, but Bai Shiwei seemed to have accomplished a major event.His overly haggard body collapsed.There was a complex look in his eyes: "Ability? Hehe."

Bai Shiwei seemed to be looking at him, or passed Rong Tingfang to look at Yu Qiuyuan behind him.

"Whether I'm capable or not, you'll know the day you think of me, and it's too late to ask me." He leaned forward and said softly, "A dying person has good words. I want you—" Ten thousand times more bleak than me!You can't be glorious in life, and you can't return to your hometown after death!Relatives and friends are separated, and there is no true love forever.Never get everything you want!

Those words rolled around in his throat, Bai Shiwei's eyes showed viciousness, but he only sent two words lightly.

"I want you—regret."

regret?It's a joke in the world.

Rong Tingfang twitched the corner of his mouth, unmoved.There was a haughty look in his eyes.

"I want the deity to regret it, unless the sky falls apart."

When Bai Shiwei heard this, he laughed like crazy.

Yu Qiuyuan frowned, this person may indeed be crazy, his words and deeds are completely different from before.

Regarding Bai Shiwei, Yu Qiuyuan has no special opinion, he neither thinks that Rong Tingfang is cruel to an old man like this, nor does he feel that people like Bai Shiwei who oppress his clan deserve pity.Yu Qiuyuan looked at all this with a frown, but felt that his feet didn't feel right. He flew to Rong Tingfang's side, grabbed Rong Tingfang and said, "Do you think it's too quiet here?"

Quiet?It has been very quiet here, not even an ant will come.But in this silence, suddenly there was a dull sound, as if something deep in the earth had awakened.Rolling up from the ground, getting closer and closer.

"..." Rong Tingfang held his breath and listened for a moment, then suddenly looked down.Bitan exploded in an instant——

Two figures shot out from the scalding boiling water.

The hot air around him scalded Rong Tingfang's skin, making him unable to open his eyes for a while, and the fire of purgatory was no different. At that moment, Rong Tingfang felt the pain unbearably, and fell down with a cry of pain.The old tree shriveled and turned into ashes, what was underneath was the tumbling ground fire.The original clear water instantly became the tongue of hell.

"Rong Tingfang!"

Yu Qiuyuan was shocked, seeing that white figure about to fall into the fire, he immediately followed it.The rocks rolled down, splashing out a cloud of sparks, and the two figures, one white and one red, quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

The fire burned to Bai Shiwei's side, and he had exhausted the last of his strength for the rest of his life, unable to move.

But he doesn't regret it.

Bai Shiwei looked at the boiling flames, his heart was calm and unwavering. When life is suffering, death is a kind of relief.No one knows what he passed by in the past few breaths, and no one knows what he saw.In the vicissitudes of life, he spent the rest of his long life in the prehistoric universe, until he felt pain.

When the dragon's tail swept towards him, it didn't hit his body, Bai Shiwei just fell into an unknown valley, but he still coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.Even if it's just a dragon's tail, it's beyond the reach of ordinary people.He wanted to leave, but suddenly found a cave, which was blocked by dead branches and rubble.By accident, Bai Shi hesitated for a moment, then bent down and got in.

That cave—shocking.When the pearl illuminated the mountain wall, Bai Shiwei stood there, unable to recover.The colorful murals on the walls are like living ones.He touched the line of small letters slightly sunken with his hand. 'Yunmeng lives in the beautiful soul, and the brocade returns to the hometown', I can't help but think in my heart, could it be that a disciple of Posala once stayed here?

Bai Shiwei groped along the wall all the way, but felt a little light on the top of his head. He looked up and saw a big hole above it, which seemed to be newly smashed.Just as he was about to take a step up, he suddenly kicked something at his foot.

A jade plate.He dusted off the dust and found some words engraved on it.

In order to subdue Feng Ling, Bai Shiwei studied many spells and secret scrolls from ancient times, including various rumors left by Basara.Speaking of which, the whirling illusion in his courtyard was unintentionally obtained from a certain sea area.Therefore, Bai Shiwei could still read some of the writing on the jade plate.

To be precise, this is a sacrificial plate.

Basara's paintings, Basara's characters, and Basara's sacrificial plates—this is the Valley of Purgatory again.The more Bai Shiwei thought about it, the more shocked he felt.Thinking of a possibility, his blood almost boiled all over his body.

According to ancient rumors, after Yunmeng Fanjin was destroyed by the sky fire, Basara's disciple brought the secret scroll left by Basara to the world. Because of the heavy resentment, this place became a hell on earth.If the legend is true, some disciples of Basara did stay here, and they stayed here for a long time, and even enshrined portraits of their ancestors.

But why set up an altar here?

If an altar is set up, the sacrificial plate is only one of the mediums, and there should be other things.

——God helped him, Bai Shiwei thought.Originally, he only wanted to take the ancient phoenix spirit as his own, but he saw the dragon, let him subdue the dragon, and let him find the altar of the legendary Brahmin.Bai Shiwei was very excited, and under the light of the pearl, he carefully studied the sacrificial text on it.He didn't know much, but he vaguely understood some.

Basara's sacrificial techniques have always been intolerable by heaven and earth, because those who set up altars have to pay the price of their most precious things.Maybe life, maybe something else.The greater the cost, the greater the possibility of realization.The altar will not be opened without the determination to break the boat.It needs to be opened, first of all, the caster, the desire must be strong enough.

In other words, this altar is set up to fulfill certain wishes.

Since someone has opened an altar, what is the wish of the disciples of Basara?Did he achieve it?Bai Shiwei thought to himself, maybe it failed.Because if he is a disciple of Basara, he must make a wish to make the world belong to Yunmeng Fanjin.They should have become the overlords of the world.But there is no trace of Basara left in the world.

Bai Shiwei groped for the sacrificial plate, and suddenly his heart moved.

Since he can understand Basara's characters and has studied them in the past, why don't he give it a try?

Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the man in red who looked sideways——

The flames rolled up from the corner of the clothes, the air was scorching, and the last branch also collapsed, hitting Bai Shiwei right on top of him.He groaned, but didn't feel any pain.

The creation of a sacrificial technique requires the determination of the caster, the price, and two sacrificial plates, both of which are indispensable.Bai Shiwei's wish is to replace Basara as the overlord of the world, and he is willing to pay all the price that God will charge for this - but, he does not have two sacrificial plates.Bai Shiwei didn't know at all that there were originally two sacrificial plates, Yin and Yang, and the one he picked up was the Yin side, while the Yang side was taken away by Rong Tingfang a long time ago.Once the altar is out, it will not turn back.

The sacrificial technique brought Bai Shiwei back to the era when Yunmeng Fanjin never withered.

There were flowers and grass, a galaxy of thousands of miles across the head, and a gentle Basara sitting under a tree and reading ancient books, but he was surrounded by many demon spirits, crowded and noisy, everyone wanted to get closer to Master.But a man suddenly slapped him with his sleeves and drove all those demon spirits away. He blindfolded Basara's eyes and said with a smile, "Guess who I am?"

The blindfolded Basara smiled, pulled those hands down, and looked up——

Bai Shiwei's eyes widened in shock.

But he couldn't say a word.

——Because his wish was only half fulfilled.

The combination of yin and yang can harmonize the world, and Bai Shiwei has only half of the yin plate, so he can only realize half of his wishes.The altar grants his wish.He will forever, with a body of flesh and blood that cannot move, see how the Yunmeng Fanjin he wants is strong, majestic and majestic, and has nothing to do with him.

He wants to replace Basara, so Bai Shiwei has to suffer the same pain as Basara suffered from the sky fire.

He wanted Yunmeng Fanjin, and Bai Shiwei had to experience all the grievances of thousands of demon spirits when Yunmeng Fanjin withered.

He is a body of flesh and blood, but no one can see his true face.

Here, he is just a lonely soul, unable to live or die.

——Thousands of years, he was born with the prosperity of Yunmeng, and lost with the prosperity of Yunmeng.Bai Shiwei returned to the human world together with Mantian Huoshi.At this moment, he finally understood why Purgatory Valley came.Why are there two jade plates, and what wishes did the surviving disciples make.

Bai Shiwei finally understood why the ancestors of the Bai family planned to trap the injured phoenix.It was the wish he made, which inadvertently affected the blood, causing the Bai family's blood to be engraved with the desire to chase dragons and phoenixes.It was also because he promised to pay all the price of family affection and love, so that he would have no blood relationship, no children and no grandchildren in the future of the Bai family.The only remaining heir abandoned his ancestor and refused to recognize his clan.

Bai Shiwei felt the despair of Phoenix's nirvana and the pain of Fengling's tearing apart, but he couldn't say no.The secret of heaven can be glimpsed and cannot be changed, and the cycle of cause and effect will eventually be rewarded.For so many years, he has trapped the ancient Fengling, and he has also trapped himself.

As long as Brasaramon is still there, Bai Shiwei will not be able to live or die.Thousands of years are enough to make him numb and hopeless.But Bai Shiwei endured the torment, and finally waited for that chance.He returned to Purgatory Valley and got the jade plate again.

"..."

In desperation, Bai Shiwei made another wish.

He's going to—he's going to end it all, go back to where it all happened.

Once the altar came out, he couldn't turn around, but in just a few moments, he returned to the moment when he first came to this cave. The cave was still the same cave, and the dead trees hadn't bloomed yet, but everything was different.Bai Shiwei leaned on the corner of the wall, trembling, almost unable to stand still.The previous price suddenly floated up, destroying him like a withered rotten wood.

The first time he made a wish to go back to the past, the price was that his life could not be terminated.

The second time he made a wish to return to the present, the price was to end his life.

Bai Shiwei came back, but he was not far from death.

The change of thousands of years is enough to cause him to die suddenly and turn into dust the moment he returns.But no, he can't die yet.It was the trick left by Brasaramon that got him to this point, how could he die so silently.What's more--wouldn't it be a pity to die like this?

The pearl was shining faintly, and it was still in his hand. The beauty in red on the wall looked into the distance with a smile on her lips.Now it seems that this smile seems to be mocking him.Sarcastic him, exhausted all efforts, still nothing!Bai Shiwei looked at him and said silently, what are you laughing at, even if I die, I will understand.Unlike you, you will never know what happened.

Bai Shiwei shifted his gaze to the red grass in the corner.That is the Celestial Spirit Grass, which was planted by Basara's disciples back then, and it takes a very long time to grow.It's a pity that the disciple didn't see the grass grow.He moved over, as if seeing a life-saving straw, he grabbed the Sky Spirit Grass and stuffed it into his mouth.Sky spirit grass is a spirit grass, but also a poisonous grass.If one's own spiritual power is exhausted, eating it has a tonic effect, but if one's own spiritual power is abundant, eating it is like poison, which can make people's spiritual power disorder, and in severe cases, they will die suddenly.

Even without the Heavenly Spirit Grass, he is still dying, so it doesn't matter if he dies sooner or later.He has already lived enough in those short breaths, he has lived longer than others, and he has lived better than others, the world was once in his eyes.Looking at the world now, I find it ridiculous.

Now the chest of the dead wood made a ho-ho sound, and his eyes fell into the sea of ​​flames.

Even if he died, he would not be in vain——Bai Shiwei suddenly widened his cloudy eyes.

Suddenly, two figures, one white and one red, jumped up in the boiling flames.

It's a dragon.

And Phoenix.

The dragon is a three-tailed silver dragon, silver and strong, the proud son of heaven.

The phoenix is ​​a heavenly phoenix, like a bright red forging, the magnificence of the world is not comparable.

They entangled upwards, dragons roared and phoenixes groaned, and a flame of fire was rolled up, heading straight into the sky——

There was disbelief in Bai Shiwei's eyes.But he could only move his mouth, and his vision dimmed, and there was no more sound.The price of making two wishes is enough to wipe him out and affect his descendants. In this life and the next life, there will be no such person again.

The entire Purgatory Valley was shaking.No matter how strong the wind is, it can't stop the three-tailed silver dragon and Tianfeng Xiangrui in their heyday. They only have each other's shadows in their eyes, and there is no one else who doesn't need to be seen.The dragon and the phoenix entwine upward, the touch of the wind dissipates in the form, and the curse of the demonic energy can't get close to the half of the body-the force is like a broken bamboo.

Amidst the sound of the wind, Yinlong let out a long breath——began to roar.

"Yu Qiuyuan!"

"You said you were just a pheasant. Chickens are not afraid of fire! There is only one kind of bird in the world that is not afraid of fire!"

Its eyes stared like copper bells: "You lied to me again!"

The author has something to say: Qiuqiu: ...... blame me for not reading books and not seeing the world.

Lao Bai: I have something to say but I won’t say it!

Fangfang: I don't want to ask you to die.

Congratulations to Fangfang and Qiuqiu for reaching the full level of refining and ruining another place by the way【

But (really happy) is (defeat) He (He family)