"puff" In a small temple, a woman wearing a veil spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was terrifying.
Her closed eyes slowly opened, and the blood on her lips reflected the enchanting mandala on half of her face, making it look so weird.
Wiping away the blood on the corners of her lips, Wenren Xuexi snorted coldly: "Wenren Qianjue, you're considered capable."
Soul-stirring requires the caster to have extremely strong mental power to make the dreamer think that the world in the dream is real.
If the dreamer's mental power is too strong and refuses to believe in the dream created by the caster, the spell must be performed. will suffer backlash Wenren Qianjue kept hesitating in his dream, feeling something was wrong.
When she had doubts, if she was beaten to death in the dream, not only would she not really die, but she would wake up, so Wenren Xuexi had to feed her the abortion pill herself.
Wenren Xuexi hated her so much that she believed that Wenren Qianjue also hated her.
Only hatred can make her forget that she is in a dream for a moment and concentrate on dealing with herself.
Unexpectedly, it still failed.
In addition to the covenant with Baili Suye, she also had a contract with ghosts.
Once something happens to her, the ghosts will forcefully intervene and appear in dreams to help her.
After a while, Wenren Qianjue will wake up.
She still hasn't practiced her soul-stirring skills well enough.
Wenren Xuexi bit her lip and kept running her hands down her chest, and the blood on her lips overflowed again.
I don't want to believe this fact.
She wished she could kill Wenren Qianjue immediately.
She felt uncomfortable This time he failed, but he suffered a backlash.
If he wanted to use the soul-obsessing technique to kill her again, he would have to wait for a long time.
Suddenly, the light in her demonized eyes flashed away.
There is another way When the master taught her the Soul Capturing Technique, he also taught her a formation that can be used in conjunction with the Soul Capturing Technique.
It can be called the Soul Capturing Formation.
Wenren Xuexi stood up, bit her fingertips open, and drew an extremely vicious formation on the ground with blood.
At the same time, Wenren Qianjue's birth date was written out in blood and burned.
An unusual light suddenly appeared on the Soul Captivating Formation.
It was blue and terrifying.
Over at the Night Palace, the housekeeper obviously saw that Wenren Qianjue's face had just improved a little, and instantly turned pale, and his heart stopped for a moment.
Somehow, this woman has always been strong and not pitiful.
Once something happened, others couldn't help but worry about her.
The housekeeper slowly input the last trace of his inner strength that His Highness Seventh Prince left when he left, into Wenren Qianjue's body.
In a dream.
All was silent.
Everything Wenren Qianjue saw just turned around and turned into the last thing he saw before he fainted.
When she woke up in a daze, a pure black sedan vaguely stopped in front of her.
I don’t know what material the sedan is made of.
It’s extremely luxurious.
"Want to die or want to live" The cold voice came out from the sedan, like an ancient musical instrument, loud and thick, as if it had its own echo.
It sounds too nice to say.
The secret guard was silent beside him, but his whole body was stiff.
"Want to live."
Wenren Qianjue's body was swaying and he could no longer stand.
But a pair of hellish eyes raised slightly, looking through the broken hair on his forehead, as if he was a Shura who came out of hell.
She sneered, almost squeezing out from between her teeth: "But I won't rely on people like you."
She didn't know who the person in front of her was.
With such a gorgeous black sedan, maybe it was a scumbag and a bitch sent to see her laugh.
They couldn't even think about it.
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The secret guard was sweating This stupid woman, does she know who she is talking to?
"oh" The long and pleasant voice came out from the black sedan again, numbing her nerves like a poppy.
Wenren Qianjue had exhausted all her strength and fell to the ground in a flash, fainting.
"Give her some internal strength, and the rest is up to her."
The person in the sedan ordered calmly.
That’s all.
The master still wants to help her The secret guard did not dare to guess casually and could only follow the instructions.
Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to watch the black sedan leave.
The curtains fluttered as it left, and half of her peerless face disappeared in an instant.
Not long after the black sedan left, a cyan figure landed next to Wenren Qianjue.
The man was wearing a Taoist robe, with an outstanding appearance, and his white hair and eyebrows were as white as falling snow.
"Idiot."
Wenren Qianjue felt a heat pouring in from the back of his heart, and his whole body warmed up.
The voice in his ears was very pleasant, as cold as the snow on the mountain: "Follow Pindao back to Kunling Mountain."
The scene in the dream changed, it was already four years later A secluded place in Kunling Mountain.
"At this moment, the wolf demon rushed forward ferociously, Senior Brother Qian Jue did not dodge, and a sharp green blade pierced straight into the wolf demon's brain."
"Wow" Several girls in Taoist robes had blushing faces and were very excited after hearing this.
"And then what?"
The little boy standing on the jade steps was wearing a Taoist uniform, shaking his head and smiling very slyly: "I want to know what happened after the funeral.
At this time tomorrow, continue to come and listen."
"Why is this so?"
"That's right, we always stop at the most critical moment."
Although the girls were a little depressed, they were still looking forward to tomorrow's story.
Before entering this mountain gate, they had heard the name of Senior Brother Qianjue.
It would be great if we could meet him once and for all.
According to rumors, he is as handsome as a fairy.
Ta-ta-ta.
"Sisters, don't leave yet.
Of course you can't listen to the story in vain."
The little Taoist boy jumped down from the stone steps and walked over, knocking on his small bamboo basket.
If you look closely, you will see that the little Taoist boy is as white and cute as a dough ball.
When he smiles, his two dimples bloom like pear blossoms.
Eyes as big as a cat's pupils as black as Plums are full of cunning.
The white and tender little chubby hands were still tapping the bamboo basket, and the childish voice was crisp: "It's time to charge."
"Oh, it's so cute."
Although they were dissatisfied with the little Taoist boy for cutting off the story, the girls still liked it so much when faced with such a beautiful little creature.
They all took out their scraps of money and threw them in the Into the bamboo basket.
A young girl couldn't help but reach out to pinch the little Taoist boy's face.
"Tsk, tsk."
The little Taoist boy narrowed his eyes and wittily avoided the outstretched hand: "Master Tao, I only sell my appearance, not my body."
The little tugging caused another scream.
Seeing that he was making a lot of money, the little Taoist boy's eyes were like crescent moons.
Kunling Mountain is covered with snow all year round and shrouded in clouds and mist, making it seem as if you are not in the human world.
Between the clouds and mist, a figure seemed to be approaching suddenly "Shhh" With a loud whistle, the green figure floated in mid-air on the edge of the sword, and appeared in front of them through the clouds and mist.
Her straight ink hair was tied up by a white jade crown, and her eyes like splashing ink glowed with a little sparkle.
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Standing diagonally on the sword's edge three feet above the ground, it was extremely stable.
He was also carrying a wine gourd in his hand.
"Qifan, don't tell me, you are just playing with your sisters."
The visitor slightly raised his eyebrows, his slender eyebrows went into his temples, and his cold and evil eyes were playful, teasing the little Taoist boy.
The little bamboo basket was instantly hidden behind her.
Qifan blinked his dark eyes, carried two little arms like tender lotus roots, and looked at the person who came here pretending to be innocent: "Hey, senior brother Qianjue, didn't Grandpa Zixu say he wanted to find you?"
Senior Brother Qian Jue, the second and last disciple of Immortal Zixu The junior junior sisters who are new to the profession have never seen him before, and their hearts can’t help but jump when they first see him.
This man is indeed as handsome and cool as the legend says, with an air of ruthlessness in his immortal demeanor.
Inexplicably touching.
Taking advantage of the time when Senior Brother Qianjue was surrounded, Qifan nudged to the side, trying to slip away.
A hand reached across the crowd and accurately picked up his collar: "I want to run."
"Hehe."
Qifan shook his head hurriedly, shaking his little head like a rattle: "Mom, don't be angry, Qifan didn't run away."
"Mother," the junior sisters gasped, the senior brother is obviously a man.
The senior brother Qianjue in front of him is none other than Wenren Qianjue, who was reviled by thousands of people many years ago and almost died tragically on the street.
In the dilapidated temple, Wenren Xuexi closed her eyes and sat in the fierce soul-capturing array.
Regardless of her physical injuries, she still used the soul-capturing technique.
This time, she broke through the previous taboos of soul-stirring and weaved a brand new story in her dreams.
He asked Wenren Qianjue to disguise herself as a man, and with the status of a master disciple, she respected her teacher as if she were a god, treated her as his own daughter, and even gave her a child.
A woman always has a natural maternal instinct towards her children.
With the bondage of a child, she cannot help but fall in love.
Wenren Xuexi decided that the person who showed up in the dream this time must be the person around Wenren Qianjue who was kind to her.
She has already suffered a loss once and will not suffer again.
The best way is to make Wenren Qianjue believe her before she kills her.
That will be easier. in dream "Mother," the junior sisters gasped, the senior brother is obviously a man.
Qifan didn't even explain, but rubbed himself against Wenren Qianjue's arms: "Mother, mother, I'm not pestering my sisters.
They like to play with me."
"Wenren seven meals a day.
Don't change the subject."
She raised her son's small chin, which looked extremely handsome: "Have you secretly made money behind your mother's back again?"
Wenren Qifan's big eyes blinked back and forth, and finally he reluctantly took out the small bamboo basket from his back and pursed his lips: "Here.
It's all here."
"good."
Wen Ren Qianjue rubbed his son's head handsomely and confiscated all the broken silver without hesitation: "It's useless for a kid to take so much money.
Wenren Qifan's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that his mother was so shameless.
That's the money he got from selling his sex.
The eyes of the young junior sisters around him had already become heart-shaped, and they didn't notice the "senior brother"'s money-making actions at all.
"Junior sisters, Qifan has caused trouble for you."
Looking up, a smile appeared on her lips.
The junior sisters were instantly addicted to it, and they could only giggle and say no.
By the time they recovered from that evil smile, the big one and the small one had already gone away.
Sandalwood is burning in the Purple Star Hall.
Behind the curling green smoke, Zixu Shangxian, dressed in purple, stood alone.
"Qianjue, you've been drinking."
"No."
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Wenren Qianjue touched her lips, surprised that she had clearly wiped off the wine stains outside.
Immortal Zixu slowly turned around, with white hair and white eyebrows, but a young and handsome face, as if time could not leave a single scratch on that cold face: "You don't think you can deceive me like this, do you?"
" Seeing and hearing a trace of embarrassment rose up between Qian Jue's brows, Master Zixu shook his head slightly: "Follow me, my master." 88 The image in front of the water mirror was blurry.
Zixu Shangxian moved his hands, and ripples rippled in the water mirror, gradually becoming clearer.
There are many lofts, and everything you look at is prosperous.
Immortal Zixu looked at the water mirror: "The capital has not been peaceful recently, and there is an atmosphere of evil everywhere.
Someone has been sent from the palace.
I am going to retreat.
Please go down for me."
In the dilapidated temple, Wenren Xuexi was smiling proudly.
She believed it, and the next step was to arrange for her to return to the capital, and then kill her in one fell swoop. at this time The corner of Wenren Xuexi's eyes twitched, and a vague shadow suddenly appeared in front of her: "Wenren Xuexi."
The voice of the shadow was mixed with the voices of countless people.
It was impossible to distinguish the truth from the truth, and it only made people feel endlessly terrifying.
"Master" Wenren Xuexi lost her voice
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