Pawn Crossing the River

Wherever the invisible ripples pass, a faint mist arises, as hazy as night fog.

Qi Xuansu could hide, but he didn't.

In the dim night, separated by the faint mist, the eyes of Lu Long and Qi Xuansu met.

Lu Long's eyes became dark and deep, and his pupils turned like whirlpools, as if stars were disillusioned in them. Qi Xuansu's gaze was drawn into the whirlpool and he could not escape.

Then, the whirlpool grew larger and larger in his sight, until it was so big that it was about to swallow him whole.

Suddenly, Qi Xuansu entered a state of sleep and wakefulness, and everything around him became blurred, like a dream and an illusion, and seemed real and unreal.

When Qi Xuansu came to his senses again, the Lu Long in front of him had disappeared. A huge peach forest appeared in front of him, as red as a brocade paving the ground. When the east wind passed by, the sky was filled with falling flowers like rain.

As the east wind blows, flowers rain from ten miles away, like a dream.

Alchemists in the dream realm can enter other people's dreams, but alchemists in the thunder realm can force people into dreams.

Although a martial artist has no dreams, Lu Long is experienced and can tell at a glance that Qi Xuansu is not a pure martial artist and cannot unite his spirit and body, so he uses a spiritual object to pull Qi Xuansu into a dream.

When you enter a dream, it is a battle between souls and souls. No matter how powerful your body is or how strong your true energy is, there is no place for you to use it. The alchemist who always focuses on the soul will naturally take advantage of it. This is to use your own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

This was not the first time Qi Xuansu fell into a dream, but he did not panic. He just waved his sleeves casually to block the peach blossoms.

At this moment, a figure faintly appeared among the peach blossoms, holding a paper umbrella and flickering in and out of the rain of flowers.

Qi Xuansu frowned slightly.

This figure slowly walked towards Qi Xuansu, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more real, but the face was blocked by the paper umbrella, so it couldn't be seen clearly.

Qi Xuansu felt that this woman was very familiar and became alert.

The woman in front of me could not be Zhang Yuelu.

Qi Xuansu was about to speak when he suddenly heard his own voice coming from behind: "Qing Xiao!"

Qi Xuansu suddenly turned around and saw a person walking quickly towards the woman holding an umbrella. He was wearing a Taoist formal attire and a crane cloak, and his appearance was the same as his own.

Qi Xuansu swallowed back the words that had reached his lips, feeling a little uncertain.

While he was thinking about it, another "Qi Xuansu" had already passed by Qi Xuansu without even looking at him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Only then did Qi Xuansu realize that the woman holding an umbrella who looked like Zhang Yuelu was not walking slowly towards him, but towards another "Qi Xuansu".

At this moment, a man and a woman had arrived.

The woman put away her paper umbrella, exactly like Zhang Yuelu.

"Qingxiao, I miss you so much."

"Qi Xuansu" took hold of "Zhang Yuelu"'s hand.

"Zhang Yuelu"'s attitude was indifferent, and he slowly withdrew his palm: "Aren't you dead? Why are you alive again?"

"Qi Xuansu's" expression suddenly stiffened: "I, I..."

"What are you?"

"Zhang Yuelu" narrowed his eyes: "You have been lying to me, right?"

"Qi Xuansu" took a few steps back under Zhang Yuelu's gaze and said in a panic: "I didn't lie to you. I really didn't lie to you. You have to believe me."

"Zhang Yuelu" snorted coldly: "I believe you, will Beichen Hall believe you? Let me ask you, in the past few years from Qi Haoran's death to your return to Dao Sect, where have you been? What have you done?"

"Qi Xuansu" was speechless.

"Zhang Yuelu" sneered: "Qi Haoran, a fourth-grade Taoist priest with wine sacrifices and a state of cultivation in the stage of returning to the true state. He is dead. Why can you live? When Shen Yuxi died, where were you? When Li Hongwen of Fengtai County died. , where are you? What did you take from Li Hongwen? Why can you escape Wu Luo's magical power? So many people died when Wu Luo broke the boat, why did you not die? "

"Qi Xuansu" was forced into a corner, no longer submissive, and said angrily: "My master is dead, should I die? Shen Yuxi deserves to die! How did Li Hongwen die? You shouldn't ask me, you should ask Taiping Dao. I Qi Xuansu was born between heaven and earth, and he is worthy of his own conscience and worthy of others! "

"Zhang Yuelu" sneered again: "In that case, do you dare to settle a detailed account with me?"

"Qi Xuansu" shouted loudly: "Why don't you dare?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the east wind was strong, and countless peach blossoms were flying in the wind.

Mesmerizing eyes.

"Zhang Yuelu" waved his hand, and a corpse appeared out of thin air, already burned to a disgraceful appearance.

Qi Xuansu's face darkened when he saw the corpse.

Wan Xiuwu once almost killed Qi Xuansu with Yue Liuli, but was killed by Qi Xuansu outside Xijing Mansion and burned his body.

"Zhang Yuelu" pointed at the corpse: "Although he has harmed you, you are still alive and well, so why do you kill him?"

"Qi Xuansu" said in a deep voice: "He wanted to kill me, but he just couldn't kill me. It was not because of his mercy. The reason why he died and I am still alive is simply because his skills were inferior to others. I can't blame him."

"Zhang Yuelu" waved again, and another corpse appeared. It was a huge white fox like a hill, with four tails covered with scars.

"Su Ran is the leader of the Taoist sect, but you killed her. Even if she committed a serious crime, she should be tried and convicted by Fengxiantang, and then sentenced to death. You have no right to kill her."

"Qi Xuansu" looked gloomy and said slowly: "She was the one who thought of killing first. I was just trying to protect myself. Do I have to stand still and let her kill her? Moreover, the officials in your Taoist sect protected her and handed her over to Feng Xiantang. , I’m afraid it’s just three drinks as a penalty, and the big thing will be reduced to a trivial matter!”

"Zhang Yuelu" laughed softly: "What a 'sect of yours', your tail is showing, isn't it? Even if Wan Xiuwu and Su Ran have extenuating feelings, can you still argue that you secretly joined a secret society?"

"Qi Xuansu's" face suddenly lost all color, and he stammered: "What kind of secret association, you, don't stop spitting on others!"

"Zhang Yuelu" clapped his hands gently.

I saw two spiritual officers carrying a woman over, leaving a trail of blood. The woman raised her head, and it was "Qiniang".

At this time, "Qiniang" was covered in blood, and she had obviously been tortured. She was so angry that she said: "Heaven, Tianyuan."

"Qi Xuansu's" eyes were red and his fists were clenched.

"Zhang Yuelu" stared closely at "Qi Xuansu" and said in a deep voice: "After investigation, this person is a member of the secret society Qingpinghui, known as the 'Seventh Lady', do you recognize Qi Xuansu!?"

"Qi Xuansu"'s voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How do we know each other? So what if we don't know each other?"

"Zhang Yuelu" raised the paper umbrella in his hand and pointed at Qi Xuansu: "If you don't know them, then kill these monsters with one knife to prove their innocence. You and I are still friends. If you know them, then you are a monster in a secret society, and I will I will kill you on behalf of the Taoist sect, or you will kill me."

It was a dilemma whether to kill Qiniang or Zhang Yuelu.

Putting aside everything else, it is also an age-old problem as to who the wife and mother should help.

At this moment, Qi Xuansu and "Qi Xuansu" seemed to have become one person, and this choice was placed in front of him.

All of this comes from the deepest fear in Qi Xuansu's heart.

He was afraid that his identity would be exposed, he was afraid that Zhang Yuelu would know everything, and he was afraid that he would have to make a choice between Zhang Yuelu and Qiniang.

But now, the dream has unearthed all of this and truly displayed it in front of Qi Xuansu.

As the instigator, Lu Long took advantage of the situation and trapped Qi Xuansu in the cage he built.

If you are not careful, you will not be able to extricate yourself.

Before the cage is broken, neither Qi Xuansu nor Lu Long can leave.

At this moment, the black Yin Qi lingering between the five fingers of Qi Xuansu's left hand finally took shape and turned into a black ghost-headed sword.

Murderous intent abounds.

Fortunately, Qi Xuansu is also half a magician and has the ability to break the situation with force.

In an instant, the eyes of "Zhang Yuelu" and "Qiniang" also fell on Qi Xuansu.

"Zhang Yuelu" was a little panicked and said softly: "Tianyuan, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. As long as you can make a break with the past, I still believe in you. Do you still remember our oath?"

"Qiniang" said with tears in her eyes: "Tianyuan, I saved you back then. I have always treated you as my own son. Mother and son have been dependent on each other for so long. Have you really forgotten your mother when you have a wife?"

Qi Xuansu slowly closed his eyes and his expression became calm.

He found that the guillotine was the most terrifying when it was raised but not yet dropped. But when it actually fell, it was no longer scary.

In fact, the same is true for fear. Many things are the scariest when they have not happened, making people uneasy and worrying about gains and losses. But when they actually happen, they can face it calmly.

"Qingxiao would not force me like this, and Qiniang would not beg me like this."

"I like a saying very much: A man is determined to die."

"False and false, you also want to mess with my mind?"

Qi Xuansu opened his eyes suddenly and raised his knife to chop.

Countless peach blossoms flew over, covering everything, as if they were going to completely bury Qi Xuansu here.

Qi Xuansu felt dazed again and woke up from the dream.

He is still in Wutong Courtyard.

There is no Qiniang and no Zhang Yuelu.

Qi Xuansu looked at Lu Long.

The old man still maintained his standing posture, his eyes had been closed at some point, as if he was taking a nap, there was a wound on his chest, and blood was trickling down like a red stream.

Qi Xuansu calmed down and walked forward, only to find that he had died.

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