He and It

She saw Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan at the same time.

"You...who are you?! How dare you break in here!" she shouted.

Liu Fuguang frowned and said, "You don't recognize us? We are..."

His words were swallowed in his mouth because Yan Huan stretched out his index finger and gently wrote two words on his palm.

"Inner Demon".

Is this an inner demon fantasy?

Liu Fuguang felt vaguely, as if he had grasped some clue.

He took a step forward, put his hand firmly on the girl's left shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Tell your uncle, first, you are already a monk in charge of your own affairs, and you can decide your own stay, and you don't need him to overstep his authority. Second, you are a monk in your own right. , there are differences between men and women, he shouldn't hold your hand so tightly."

Yan Huan's other hand also rested lightly on the girl's right shoulder.

"Kill him." He spat out soft words like a snake, "Your talents and qualifications are more than the hypocrite in front of you. You call this place your home, but he doesn't want you to stay at home, no matter what he says How nice is it to say, why don’t we drive you out? Kill him and become the master of Luo Xian Temple, wouldn’t it be nice?”

Jin Cuixu looked left and right and said in surprise: "Are you my inner demon? I..."

She hesitated: "Other people's inner demons look just like me. Why are my inner demons two men?"

Yan Huan smiled slightly: "The road to immortality is long. On this road, except for your own cultivation, everything else, regardless of origin, gender, nobility, beauty or ugliness, is all empty. Why don't you understand?"

Jin Cuixu said: "You are right...ah, no! My uncle is as kind as a mountain to me, and my sect is even more generous to me. How can I, how can I take the place of my superior?"

"If you don't listen to him, then you should listen to me." Liu Fuguang said with a smile, "It should not be Zhenyang who treats you with such kindness, but your great uncle. Let me ask you, your sword, Did Zhenyang give it to you, or did your master-uncle give it to you?"

Jin Cuixu was slightly startled.

It seems... there is a feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.

She had no parents since she was a child, and her master accepted her as his disciple. Within a few years, she died at the hands of a demon cultivator. Her uncle raised her up and treated her as his own. In her heart, her kind and amiable great uncle was just like the grandma in her dreams.

On the other hand, what did Uncle Zhenyang do?

Time begins to flow again.

Jin Cuixu lowered her head in confusion, and many wrong things flashed through her mind one by one.

"Uncle, I feel..." She twitched her hand hard, but she couldn't do it. Zhenyang squeezed her so hard that she felt a chill of horror and fear.

An irritated anger arose in her heart, and she gritted her teeth and struggled for a long time. Zhenyang was like an iron man, stubbornly motionless. The nameless fire in Jin Cuixu's heart became more and more intense. She suddenly raised her head and roared: "Don't do it. If you move your feet, let me go!"

——In an instant, she saw Zhenyang’s face.

The smiling and upright uncle of the past has disappeared. The hair between Zhenyang's eyebrows grew sharply, as if shrouded in a layer of black air, and her pupils were abnormally large. The row of teeth exposed in her lips also became jagged and sharp, and a tongue that was too long to stick out was dripping. His saliva dripped down his neatly trimmed mustache.

His appearance had only undergone slight changes, but his whole aura had become so greedy, ugly, and so vulgar that it made people want to vomit!

Jin Cuixu's mind went blank.

"Yingchan, my uncle is really pleased with you..." Zhenyang slowly approached her, and the stench hit her face, "Why can't you understand my uncle's painstaking efforts..."

"Go away ahhhhh-!"

Jin Cuixu's expression was a mixture of disgust, nausea, fear and disbelief. She shouted loudly, the seven-star sword at her waist was unsheathed, and she cut off Zhenyang's wrist that was imprisoning her, and black blood spurted out!

Zhenyang roared in pain at the same time. Jin Cuixu didn't care about any rules or moves, and swung the Seven-Star Sword like a sledgehammer, hitting Zhenyang hard on the chest, and flew it out directly, knocking all the people on the hall into the air. All the screen decorations were smashed and scattered.

"Yingchan...Uncle Master is confused, has lost his memory, and has lost his temper...without the demeanor of a teacher..." Falling among the ruins, Zhenyang's body was in pieces, and his lips were still opening and closing, as if he was reciting pre-set lines. , "You use this sword that my uncle gave you... to punish your uncle..."

Jin Cuixu gasped for breath, and walked closer with her sword in a daze. Looking at Zhenyang, who looked like a human but not a human, she murmured: "I, I killed my uncle...I..."

Unable to bear what she saw in front of her, the strings in her mind suddenly broke. Jin Cuixu yelled, hurriedly raised her sword, turned around and ran towards the vast night.

Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan looked at the scene in front of them, as well as Zhenyang who fell in the ruins. Liu Fuguang sighed: "You shouldn't have given her such harsh medicine."

"If you don't destroy it, you won't establish it," Yan Huan said. "If you can't complete the feat of killing your father, you can't be considered a great person."

Arrows lit up again on the ground.

The two continued to turn around and walk in the direction of the arrow.

Turning around the drooping green vines, winding paths and flowing water, a scene of dark willows and bright flowers suddenly appeared before their eyes. Just now it was a cool night in spring, and now, they suddenly arrived at noon in midsummer.

Jin Cuixu is practicing sword practice.

The girl's figure is strong and swift. When the sword light moves around, it looks like a continuous dragon. Only those with excellent eyesight can see it. Without the speed of stabbing hundreds of times in an instant, there is no way to get such a sharp sword light. .

However, for such a wonderful technique, not a single junior came to learn and observe the sword practice. Instead, it was filled with young men and women chasing each other, whispering, laughing and flirting. Not only were there a group of apprentices who were jealous of each other, there were also those who behaved out of character and acted rudely to their fellow apprentices, even talking to each other.

Jin Cuixu couldn't bear the disturbance and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stopped and scolded: "As disciples of Luo Xian Guan, you don't know how to study hard and practice hard. Instead, you indulge in personal affairs. Since you started, which one of you has achieved a breakthrough in practice?" Angry, arrived at the foundation building? No, not one! After leaving the mountain gate of Luoxian Temple, don’t say that you are the disciples here, you can’t afford this shame!"

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