Chapter 876 Whisk and Sword
Su Jing threw the knife to him without saying a word.
Bailian said again: "I will go back to the Meng Mansion with you to find out the matter. I am also very curious about how the dignified young master of the ghost sect could raise such a ferocious ghost privately."
Shang Hong was shocked all over, with a look of disbelief on his face!
But when I think about it carefully, I feel that today's dignified young master of the ghost sect took the initiative to seek help from the sect, which is full of weirdness.
"Su Jing, you go back to the sect first and inform Uncle Su about what's going on here."
Although Balian has already thought about it, his strength is too weak after all.
Su Jing held on to his sleeve and refused to let go, stubbornly saying: "No, you go back with me! If I'm not here, they will bully you."
Bailian He shook his head and said: "Someone splashes dirty water on me. If you try to escape, it will only make the dirty water even more filthy. Although I am weak and mediocre, I will never let anyone manipulate me!"
Su Jing said that he could not beat him. Can only compromise.
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Meng Zhai was silent in a cold sadness.
The old housekeeper wiped away his tears while supporting himself and presiding over the overall situation.
The original backbone of the family, Meng Zifei, was also killed by the evil ghost, and all this burden could only be placed on him.
Zheng Siyan expressionlessly tore off the spirit-binding talismans attached to the stone pillars on the wall one by one.
Every time he tore off a talisman, a ball of flame would burst out from his palm and burn it to ashes.
When he walked to the deserted corner corridor, there was a dark shadow on the deserted and quiet corridor.
Zheng Siyan paused, narrowed his sharp eyes like an eagle, and slowly sneered at the corner of his mouth.
“The fish took the bait...”
The sound came from the tall shadow on the ground, but there was no one there, but the shadow stood slanted, looking extremely strange.
The silhouette of the shadow was long and slim, and it was vaguely visible that there was a long hand on its back. The sword and the shadow's clothes sway gently in the wind, with a somewhat elegant and graceful appearance.
If you put aside the weird atmosphere and picture at this moment, just looking at this shadow, it feels like a fairy.
Zheng Siyan put his palm against the door wall.
Chi chi chi......
The talismans attached to the wall suddenly burst into flames without fire.
With a cruel smile on his face, he whispered: "I want to ruin that boy's reputation! Even if the great master of the Tianxi Sword Sect comes, he can't save him."
"Huh..."
< br>A laugh sounded like a mockery: "The Great Sect Master? I hope that the Great Sect Master can come earlier."
Zheng Siyan looked at the shadow on the ground: "You are here What do you mean? ”
The shadow said: "Based on my understanding of Bai Lian, the game you have set up now has too many loopholes.
With his mind, he can see through at a glance that the ghost is coming for him, even if The net is thick, but he has extraordinary With his wisdom, he can survive even a dead game."
Zheng Siyan didn't care. In his impression, Bailian was a waste who had a very difficult time practicing. What kind of climate can it become?
He said disdainfully: "Expelling ghosts, killing people, and performing evil spells. His mere title of Young Master of White Camel Mountain cannot save him."
"Then you are wrong. "The shadow seemed to be chuckling, moving slightly, and said: "It is precisely the name of the young master of Baituo Mountain that will become the most powerful blade to kill him!"
Black Shadow's tone was innately confident.
His tone was slightly low and affirmative: "If Bailiyu doesn't come, Baili'an will definitely be able to find some holes in this net to avert danger, but if he comes..."
Shadow chuckled, looking a little happy.
It seemed that Baili Yu would definitely come, and his tone suddenly became extremely strange: "Then Baili An must die!"
Zheng Siyan showed a happy smile : "It seems that Meng Zifei's death was not in vain."
The black shadow swayed, as if being pulled by the wind and blurred, and the voice became fainter and clearer: "He can't die..."
...
When Bai Lian followed Shang Hong When he returned to Meng's house, he saw that the old housekeeper had prepared a new coffin and was moving it to the main entrance of the house.
But as soon as he entered the door, he heard a dull and loud bang.
The servant carrying the coffin was stunned by the scene in front of him. The heavy coffin in his hand fell heavily to the ground. Then he reacted and shouted in horror with a pale face: "It's a fake corpse!!!"
The servants fled one after another.
As for the old housekeeper, after witnessing unbelievable scenes for many days, and such a shocking blow before his eyes, his heart finally couldn't bear it, his eyelids twitched, and he fainted from fright.
In the lobby, Meng Zixuan’s face was covered with blood, looking at Bailian and Shang Hong with a pair of blank eyes.
The blood hole on his chest has returned to its original skin, and the blood stains on his clothes have long been blackened and slightly dried.
Although he looks miserable at the moment, he is indeed sitting there alive.
Seeing his cousin resurrected, the joy on Shang Hong's face didn't even have time to spread before it was frozen in the depths of his eyes.
The blood on his face dissipated completely in an instant, as if he had seen an extremely desperate scene, and even the crazy knife in his hand was unable to slip.
Bailian couldn't bear to look at her. He admired the woman very much, but those clear and obsidian eyes were slightly complicated and deep. Meng Zifei was held tightly in his arms by the woman behind him, like a lost and found treasure.
The woman buried her face in his neck, unable to see her expression clearly.
But in Balian's eyes, he could see the woman's body, which was like a huge leak at the moment, and the pure spiritual power in her body was flowing out at an alarming speed.
My head was originally full of black hair and blue silk, but now it is mixed with strands of defeated gray. The skin exposed outside the clothes is no longer white and spiritual, as if the vitality has been forcibly robbed.
What is even more dazzling is that there is an extremely deep sword wound on Shang Ying's heart.
Through that sword wound, it was not difficult for Balian to imagine how resolute she felt at that time, drawing the sword like a body, pulling out the spiritual roots in her body and transferring them to Meng Zifei in his arms. .
The bright red robe was smudged with an even brighter and dazzling color, and the dripping blood stained the marble floor crimson.
Meng Zifei was stunned. He scratched his head and hair hard, and it took a lot of strength to realize what happened.
Although he has never had spiritual power flowing in his body, it is impossible for him to guess what the extra things and changes in his body are.
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
He grabbed his hair and broke down crying like crazy. He hugged Shang Ying like a child and cried loudly.
When Shang Ying heard his cry, her body trembled slightly, and the face buried in his neck slowly lifted up.
That face... is no longer as youthful and beautiful as before, and has become that of a woman in her thirties.
The corners of her eyes are deep and fish-tailed, and the vicissitudes and haggardness on her face are not even inferior to those of a woman in her thirties. Only those eyes are as deep and gentle as ever.
Meng Zifei is not dead.
But Shang Ying paid a huge price. She possesses spiritual roots, has strength and lifespan far beyond that of mortals, is the proud disciple of the Immortal Sect within the Lihe Sect, and has an unlimited future to ascend to the Immortal Way. .
But she doesn’t want any of these.
She gave her spiritual roots to a mortal.
The woman's best years and appearance were sacrificed, her spiritual roots were uprooted, and her body was damaged. Her lifespan was even far shorter than that of an ordinary mortal.
Bailian looked at Meng Zifei who was crying in pain with complicated eyes. He hugged Shang Ying tightly, fearing that she would disappear as soon as he let go. His voice was hoarse and choked but extremely sincere and urgent: " Shang Ying, shall we get married?"
Shang Ying was slightly startled when she looked at the man in her arms, and her eyes fell into a moment of emptiness and confusion.
Then these emotions quickly disappeared.
She chuckled softly, her eyes very gentle: "No, I don't want to marry you anymore."
I always thought about it before, even though I knew that he was a mortal with no cultivation and his life span would not last more than a hundred years.
During her youthful and beautiful years, his body would be as stooped and gray-haired as that of a mortal, and finally he would die of old age in front of her eyes.
Even so, she still wanted to marry him.
But now the position is reversed, and she doesn’t want to get married.
Women are so willful sometimes.
Under Meng Zifei’s dumbfounded gaze, she gently pushed him away. Even though the scar on her heart was deep and scarlet, she still smiled gently, and her eyebrows had some shadows of her youth:
< br>"Zifei, live well. Now you can practice practice. Are you happy?"
I don't know whether Meng Zifei is happy or not.
But the smile on Shang Ying's face at this moment showed that she was really happy.
The person she loved, whose cooling body had regained its warmth, was so within reach, how could she not be happy.
At this moment, she suddenly felt that nothing mattered.
No matter how many years of practicing Taoism to seek immortality, nothing could compare to him standing completely in front of her at this moment.
Shang Ying reshaped him and pushed him away with her gentle hands. She covered her bleeding heart and stood up unsteadily.
Meng Zifei looked pale and wanted to help him, but she avoided him.
Her face was no longer radiant, but it was peaceful. She said softly: "I'm a little tired. Let's go back to my room to rest for a while."
In Meng's house, Meng Zifei had always reserved a wing for her. It was cleaned very clean every day, even though she rarely came back once a year.
She knows this.
Looking at her stumbling and weak figure leaving, Meng Zifei felt that there was something extremely important in his life that was moving away from him.
He lowered his head and looked at a whisk and a sword lying quietly on the ground.
She didn't take them away. She was already an ordinary and weak mortal and could no longer use these two weapons.
Seeing these two things, Meng Zifei’s breathing stagnated, as if his heart was stabbed by a needle.
Shang Hong never said a word, nor did he force Bailian to stay, nor was he so furious that he went crazy like a lion.
He silently picked up the crazy knife that fell on the ground, and said to Meng Zifei, who was as lost as he was: "I will go back to the Lihe Sect first, you... take care of it."
After saying that, he left Meng's house without even looking at Balian.
Evil spirits harming people is no longer just harmful to mortals. Now that his sister has lost all her cultivation and spiritual roots due to evil spirits, she naturally has to ask the sect master to come forward.
Even though he knew there was no possibility of making amends, Shang Hong still refused to accept this cruel fact.
(End of this chapter)