After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Chapter 36

Ling Xiaofeng, travel with the mind.

The red invitation card on the table was like a dancing flame, burning Wentang's eyes.

He straightened his back, his face was expressionless, and he stared at the invitation for an unknown amount of time.

All the invitations sent out, except for the suzerain Chunweizi who was sent by Han Qi himself, the rest were sent out by sending people or using magic techniques.

The one on his desk was delivered to him by Han Qi himself.

The meaning of beating and deterring is needless to say.

After a long time, Wen Tang suddenly slapped the table with his palm, and the invitation jumped into the air.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed, several clear sword lights flashed across his indifferent face very quickly, the red paper shattered, the sound was fast and urgent, and turned into fragments of residual red all over the sky, falling one after another, falling to the ground .

Afterwards, the long sword came back into its sheath with a bang, and he walked out of Chengwuyouxin indifferently, and moved his sword towards Baopufeng's sword tomb.

Inside the Jianzhong Cave, the damp stone walls are uneven, and the dancing candles hanging on the wall lamps are dim and unclear.

The hazy light shone on Wen Tang's handsome face, flickering on and off, adding a bit of eerieness.

In the winding and narrow passage, there was silence.

Only the sound of his moderate footsteps sounded rhythmically and clearly in the cave.

Here, if nothing happens, few people come.

For hundreds of years, after the monks of the Qingxu Sword Sect died, their swords would be buried here.

Passing through the tortuous passage, a spacious and dark cave suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

On the moss-covered cave wall, there are a few sparse lamps, as if they are about to be swallowed by the thick darkness.

In the center of the cave is an extremely huge sword pit. The pit is dark and dull, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance.

Beside the sword pit, a long-standing stone tablet stands majestically, the edge of which has been eroded by the years and is uneven.The monk buried his sword in the bottomless sword pit, and his name would be engraved on the stone tablet.

This is the Sword Tomb.

Wen Tang stood still in front of the sword mound, silent. After a while, something hidden in the depths of the sword mound sensed his arrival, and a voice came from the sword mound.

"Young man, I knew you would come back to me, have you figured it out?"

The voice was cold and bone-piercing, eerie and eerie, as if it came from a hell that never saw the light of day.

"I just want to confirm one thing, if I agree to be possessed by you, will you really help me improve my cultivation by leaps and bounds?" Wen Tang asked.

"The sword spirit of the holy sword and three poisons, can you still not believe it?" The voice was somewhat arrogant.

Wen Tang didn't know about the three poisonous swords in ancient times. The third stage of the illusion trial in the Fairy Sword Festival was set against the background of the storm caused by the three poisonous swords.

Hundreds of years ago, Yin Zhuo, the leader of the righteous way, held the three poisons and fell into the devil, causing a bloody storm in the cultivation world, and many innocent lives were burned.

Later, Xiandao joined forces to eliminate Yin Zhuo, and the three poisons disappeared, and there were many rumors that they were destroyed in the battle between immortals and demons.

In fact, the three poisons of the fierce sword are too fierce to be destroyed at all, but they are sealed in the formation of ten thousand swords in the immortal way, that is, the formation under the sword mound.

But even if Wen Tang knew about this, so what?

He used to be an upright person, but he was bullied all the time.There is someone who is willing to comfort his wounds and treat him very well, but he is also drifting away from him

In the realm of comprehension, low strength is the original sin.

If the Tao is profound, you can do whatever you want.

Now, the opportunity to reach the sky in one step is right in front of him, within easy reach.

He will no longer be as humble and pitiful as before, trampled under his feet, and subjected to all kinds of abuse.

He will slowly pay back the bullying he received bit by bit.

And what he wants, he will try his best to grab it

Thinking of this, his mood became agitated, and his voice raised slightly, "I promise you."

"it is good!"

A strange and sinister laughter came from the depths of the sword mound, and it lasted forever, echoing throughout the entire sword mound cave.

Broken Qin City.

Today, the wind is sunny and sunny, and Lin Qingzhou is having a boring time in the city, wandering around.

Suddenly, the spicy chicken system in the sea of ​​consciousness, which was as passive and sabotaged as him, finally made a sound.

[Host, the system detects that the spirit-eating beast is now appearing in the woods on the outskirts of the city. 】

Hearing the sound, Lin Qingzhou was refreshed, and after waiting for several days, this thing finally couldn't hold back.

Following the place marked on the map by the system in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Lin Qingzhou moved his sword very quickly.

Same as last time, the closer he got to the spirit-eating beast, the more obvious the stagnation of the inner palace's spiritual power became.

Lin Qingzhou fell to the ground, holding a long sword, and slowly approached the spirit-eating beast.

The forest was dense, and the fresh smell of vegetation gradually permeated, but suddenly, a trace of blood lingered in the air.

He held back his breath, and his figure was faster as he shuttled through the forest.

When he arrived at the location of the spirit-eating beast, the scene in front of him shocked and angered him.

The spirit-eating beast was biting a human leg in its mouth, chewing vigorously with its sharp teeth.The bright red intestines on the ground flowed all over the ground, and the dirty blood of the big beach stained a large green grass.

Beside its front hooves, there is a pile of human bones with blood-red flesh, piled up to form a hill.

Obviously, not just one person.

Beside the foul-smelling blood, sat a five or six-year-old child. His face was bloody and he was sobbing. He was too frightened to cry. His eyes were full of fear, staring at the huge spirit-eating beast. He didn't even move. dare not move.

I knew that spirit-eating beasts would eat living people raw, but the scene in front of me still had a big impact on Lin Qingzhou.

Suppressing the disgusting urge to vomit in his heart, he immediately took out the demon search pot from his sleeve, and then he was about to pinch the formula and read the formula to activate the magic weapon.

But at the other end, the spirit-eating beast spit out a leg bone, and opened its mouth to bite the child.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingzhou flipped the spell in his hand, Yin Xue came out of its sheath, and headed towards the spirit-eating beast's Tianling Gai like a broken bamboo.

With a clanging sound, Yinxue seemed to hit a stubborn stone, and the spirit-eating beast was unharmed, and it rushed towards Lin Qingzhou ferociously.

One person and one beast fought fiercely immediately.

In the depths of the forest, the spiritual power fluctuated violently, and the broken branches and leaves danced wildly.

The spirit-eating beast looks slightly like a white tiger, but it has two wings on its back and four sharp horns on its head, which seem to pierce the blue sky.

Lin Qingzhou fought with him, and was almost stabbed by the four sharp sword-like horns several times.

The spiritual power was blocked by the evil spirit of the spirit-eating beast, Lin Qingzhou couldn't do his best to fight against it, and gradually some spiritual power could not be sustained.

In a place full of dangers, when he was about to be attacked by an evil beast, there was a clear whistle of the long sword, and a cold sword intent drove the spirit-eating beast back a few steps.

A familiar voice appeared behind him, and immediately after, a force grabbed his waist, stopping his backward fall.

Lin Qingzhou stood up straight with this strength, her face was stunned, "Why are you here?"

Han Qi raised his hand and gently brushed a thin piece of grass off Lin Qingzhou's shoulder, fixed his eyes on him, and said, "I'm worried that you haven't come back."

Lin Qingzhou was furious in her heart, turned her face away, and looked in the direction of the spirit-eating beast, "There is nothing to worry about."

After being forced back a few steps, the spirit-eating beast didn't dare to approach rashly, bent its front hooves, and stared at the two vigilantly.

Han Qi still looked at him, and said softly, "I miss you very much."

As soon as the words fell, a clear voice suddenly came, "Brother Qingzhou."

Wen Tang held a long sword in his hand, walked out from the depths of the forest, and walked towards Lin Qingzhou with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, the sword in Lin Qingzhou's hand trembled, and he almost lost his grip.

People, it's a little too neat.

At the other end, the spirit-eating beast saw that there was one more person for no reason, and the enemy was outnumbered, so it felt scared and disappeared in a flash.

Lin Qingzhou raised his sword and chased after him, but there was nothing but fallen leaves all over the place.

"Senior Brother Han, Yin Xibai is still waiting for you in Heming Jiugao, so hurry back." Wen Tang raised his eyebrows and said to Han Qi.

After receiving Han Qi's invitation to observe the ceremony, Yin Xibai couldn't believe it.

Han Qi's expression was calm when he heard the words, and he said coldly, "Junior brother Wen, Lian Yu is still waiting for you in front of your mind, hoping you will return soon."

Wen Tang frowned: "I only have one person in my heart."

Han Qi raised his eyebrows: "Since that's the case, then you should treat other girls well."

Wen Tang gritted his teeth: "You"

A cold look appeared in Han Qi's eyes, "It's better for my junior brother to take care of other people's family affairs."

Wen Tang said solemnly: "He hasn't formed a Taoist partner with you yet!"

Han Qi said in a deep voice, "Sooner or later."

Wen Tang: "You"

The tense atmosphere is about to explode.

Lin Qingzhou stood at the place where the spirit-eating beast disappeared, holding his forehead helplessly, "You two chat slowly, I'll go find the spirit-eating beast."

After speaking, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and walked around in the forest with his sword. He flexed his fingers to search for the fluctuation of spiritual power around him, so as to find out the location of the spirit-eating beast.

The spirit-eating beast disappeared not long ago, so it should not have gone far, and it cannot be let go to do evil.

Lin Qingzhou dropped his words, and Yujian reached the air. Han Qi and Wen Tang saw that he was unhappy, so they stopped talking and followed behind him silently.

Deep helplessness rose from the bottom of his heart.

If you originally planned to be a cruel person, then be cruel to the end.

It's time to end this.

Traveling through the forest for a while, suddenly, the aura fluctuated faintly and unusually in the depths of the forest on the left.

He moved his sword in the direction, and sure enough, the closer he got, the more sluggish the inner palace's spiritual power became.

The spirit-eating beast is near here.

Several people held their swords in the air, silently clutching the talisman in their hands, waiting for an opportunity to move.The spirit-eating beast has already disappeared and may show up at any time.

The feeling of stagnation in the inner palace became more and more intense, and Lin Qingzhou's heart was beating like a drum.

It's too late, it's too soon.

In the blink of an eye, the half-figure of the spirit-eating beast fluttering its wings in the air suddenly appeared, like a sudden violent wind rising from the sky, swiftly and fiercely heading towards Han Qi.

Han Qi turned his back to each other, and saw that the spirit-eating beast's long, sharp horns were about to pierce into his back.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lin Qingzhou pushed Han Qi away forcefully.The slender white fingers were pinching the talisman, and before the talisman flew out, the sound of flesh and blood bursting was heard one step ahead.

The four slender and sharp horns, like four brutal cold swords, pierced him through the chest.

The spirit-eating beast seemed to have been enraged. The moment it pulled out its long horn, it raised its head and roared, throwing Lin Qingzhou violently and brutally high.

A long string of bright red blood droplets splashed out, drawing an arc, and even a few drops splashed onto Han Qi's face.

All things happen in an instant.

Lin Qingzhou's face was distorted in pain, and blood gushed out from his chest, instantly staining his white clothes red.He was like a broken leaf, floating down from mid-air with nothing to support.

Everything that was horrifying in front of him seemed to hurt Han Qi's nerves in an instant.

His eye sockets turned red immediately, and his canthus were about to split open. He leaped forward and hugged Lin Qingzhou with both hands horizontally.He ruthlessly flicked the long sword under his foot, and fell straight down rapidly.

The blood on Lin Qingzhou's face faded away, his eyes were slightly closed, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a drop of bright red blood fell on his cheeks, which was the only color on his pale face

All his senses became dull, and it became unclear when he hit the ground and whose arms he was lying on.

All the sensations were focused on the sharp pain in the chest.

In his vague consciousness, there was a steady stream of spiritual power, which came from his wrist in a panic.

The hand holding his wrist was extremely cold and trembling all the time

All the sounds in the world are fading away, and in a trance, someone keeps calling his name.

There were even drops of water dripping on his face.

Is it going to rain?

His eyelids were as heavy as a thousand weights, and he was overwhelmed by heavy drowsiness, unable to hold on any longer, his head suddenly drooped

The moment Lin Qingzhou's voice was cut off, Wen Tang, who was kneeling in front of him, roared, "Ah——"

All the sorrow seemed to be condensed in that voice.

The wind began to blow all around, and the sunny sky just now became cloudy in an instant

Black energy billowed all over his body, and he leaped up with his long sword attached to him, heading towards the spirit-eating beast with murderous intent.

Han Qi hugged the gradually cooling body in his arms, no matter how the surroundings flew, as if he had lost all awareness of the outside world, completely indifferent.

He was silent, the water on his face was still wet, but there were still new drops of water covering it.

The trembling hands rubbed the icy cold fingers of the person in his arms vigorously, but found that no matter how they rubbed, they couldn't get hot

When the surroundings returned to silence, he seemed to wake up. He lowered his head and kissed the temples of the person in his arms, and whispered, "Let's go back."

He picked up Lin Qingzhou's body horizontally, and started to walk away, but heard Wen Tang's roar from behind:

"He died for you, why do you! What do you do!"

He died for you!

Die for you!

These words hit Han Qi's heart heavily, and the wall of his heart that he had barely propped up just now collapsed instantly.

His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Wen Tang was still asking loudly behind him, but he hugged the person in his arms tighter as if he could no longer hear him, and walked away slowly step by step.

However, suddenly, Lin Qingzhou became lighter and lighter in his arms, whether it was due to the vicious curse on the beast or some other reason.

Gradually, it became as light as a feather, as if what he was embracing was just a fantasy.

In the end, he watched helplessly as the person in his arms turned into bits and pieces of starlight that flowed between his fingers.

His hands were empty, and there was nothing else between his fingers except a strand of hair remaining.

nothing left

His eyes were bloodshot, and with shaking fingers, he carefully and properly put the strand of hair into a bag.

Then put the kit into the position closest to the chest.

After doing all this, it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted.

He staggered a few steps, his body tilted, and he fell straight down.

Suburbs of Surabaya.

On the bank of the clear stream, a blood-stained figure in a simple white robe lay motionless in the grass.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there is a sound of system machinery but with a trace of anxiety.

[Host, wake up, wake up, someone is coming. 】

[Host, those people don't look like good people. 】

But the figure was still asleep, motionless.

The few people passing by here were thirsty to draw water, but they accidentally found someone lying in the grass in the stream.

Immediately, several people surrounded him with ill intentions.

A person turned Lin Qingzhou over and was stunned, "You look so good-looking, this person."

Someone sneered coldly, "It looks good for a fart."

Suddenly, someone discovered something again and exclaimed, "Hey, he is still a cultivated monk."

"It seems to be higher than our cultivation base, hahaha, this is a big profit."