Louyue County.
The streets were always noisy in the afternoon. The bustling crowd was like a lit firecracker, screaming and jumping.
The noise was blocked by the wind. The bleak autumn wind became a country of its own. It went everywhere and traveled everywhere. It blew past the branches where sparrows perched, carried away the smoke of the mortal world, brushed past the ancient buildings, crossed the bridge, poured into the armpits of the shivering beggars, and climbed over the heads of the beds of the noble ladies.
Finally, it passed by the osmanthus trees, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance, and came to the most fascinating place in Louyue County — Lady Xiang's boudoir.
It poured in through the window on the top floor of the Lonely Moon Tower, dropping a few osmanthus petals. It playfully played hide and seek with its master, turning around and flying away again.
Since Yan Li left, this had become Li Xiang Jun's boudoir.
The furnishings were more elegant, and the makeup on all sides was a little more feminine.
On the bed, Li Xiang Jun sat quietly with her eyes closed. She was in "contemplation", and there was a phoenix mark between her eyebrows, as if she could hear the cry of a blue phoenix. It was very light, but very pleasing to the ear.
If Yan Li was here, he would find that her cultivation had advanced to the sixth level in just a month. It could only be said that she was indeed a third level heavenly being. Her aptitude and comprehension were incomparable to that of ordinary cultivators.
Li Xiang Jun cultivated the "Wonderful Emperor Magic Scripture", which Yan Li obtained from the ruins of a cultivation sect. The influence that Yanshan Robber had today was largely due to that ruins.
This method was suitable for a naturally charming person like her to cultivate. In addition to advancing quickly, it could also greatly increase her personal charm.
Of course, the Wonderful Emperor was a homonym of the Wonderful Emperor. Due to the lack of predecessors, it was still in the middle and could not be considered a unique skill.
However, the Wonderful Emperor had his own advantages. Now, Li Xiang Jun's mouth and breath were both fragrant, and when she sweated, her body smelled fragrant and had the fragrance of dipterocarpus. She was gradually drifting away from ordinary women.
It could be imagined that the higher one's cultivation realm was, the more wonderful it would be. In the end, it was not impossible to return to the origin and transform into a blue phoenix.
The fragrance of osmanthus woke Li Xiang Jun from her meditation.
She glanced at the desk by the window and was stunned.
When he left, the osmanthus flowers had not yet bloomed. It had only been a month, but it felt like three years.
With a faint sigh, she got off the bed, put on her outer robe, and walked downstairs.
Yan Shiyi leaned against the window, looking at the white clouds and the blue dogs.
"First Mister." Li Xiang Jun bowed slightly.
"Shinian always makes people crazy, but very beautiful. You should show him your face." Yan Shiyi said with a chuckle.
Li Xiang Jun's beautiful face turned slightly red. It was too embarrassing to be seen through with a single glance.
Yan Shiyi shook his head and said softly, "But not now. I don't object to the two of you staying together, and I'd even be happy to see it happen, but not now. "
Li Xiang Jun was a little sad, but she quickly collected her emotions and said with a smile: "The establishment of Yanshan Robber must have carried a lot, but I am very curious, why is he the dragon head?"
Yan Shiyi turned his head to look out the window and said faintly, "That position isn't good. He is used to taking all the responsibility himself, whether it is the Bai residence or Swallow Dock. "
"Swallow Dock?"
Yan Shiyi said, "You know about Yan Li's background, but I haven't told you about Swallow Dock."
"Yes." Li Xiang Jun nodded.
Yan Shiyi said in a casual tone, "That is the place where we were born. Eleven years ago, it was massacred. He always thought it was his responsibility, and he took the lives of the entire village on his shoulders."
Although he said it casually, but one could imagine how tragic their experience was, and how difficult the situation was for the children in Bingzhou, the core of the battlefield.
"Who was so cruel?" Li Xiang Jun said angrily.
"According to the evidence left behind, it was Western Liang people." Yan Shiyi said.
"That's why you killed Lu Qizhong?" Li Xiang Jun said.
Yan Shiyi shook his head. "But all the signs prove that Western Liang has nothing to do with this."
"Then, then how did you survive back then?"
Hearing this question, Yan Shiyi was slightly absent-minded. "Back then? We ran, we just ran, we kept running, because the pursuers were always behind us. In the end, we had nowhere to run. That was the first time he showed us a burden other than a blood feud. It was a curse. "
"Curse?"
Li Xiang Jun was smart, and quickly thought of the time Yan Li had a relapse.
"You've seen it too." Yan Shiyi said lightly, "Every time he was uneasy, the curse would take the opportunity to enter, but that time, he took the initiative to trigger the curse."
"Then, then what?" Li Xiang Jun could not help but feel sad. Why did the heavens want him to suffer so much, so much pain?
"I will obtain great power, and I will be one step closer to becoming a demon." Yan Shiyi said lightly.
"Can, can it be recovered?"
Yan Shiyi said: "Unless there is a power that surpasses the curse, there is no such thing here."
"What will happen if it is completely corroded?" Li Xiang Jun's voice trembled.
Yan Shiyi shook his head, but did not say anything.
Li Xiang Jun tightly clenched her teeth: "Then, what happened …"
Yan Shiyi said: "Then,"
He paused here, and smiled softly: "Alright, let's stop here. His pain should not become your memory."
Recalling the past, if there was only pain, it would make people want to lose their memories. But the pain they carried was that they could not forget, did not dare to forget, and could not forget.
In the eyes of others, carrying the curse was worthy of pity. But for Yan Li, it was a rare blessing in his unblessed fate.
At least it was certain that if it was not for the power of the curse, he would have died in the Swallow Dock massacre, perhaps even earlier, and there would not be today's Swallow Dragon Massacre.
Bang!
Mr. Yu's eyes were full of confusion, the sharp pain on his face was like the demon fire of Asura burning his soul, shame and fear coexisted.
He hit the ground with his head, and heavily smashed a deep pit on the ground. Even the Spiritual God realm of a first grade martial artist could not reduce the physical pain for him, his neck was in a stiff state.
This scene stunned everyone except for them, who stood rooted to the ground.
Finally unable to hide, the black gas on Yan Li's glabella suddenly expanded, as if he was wearing a battle armor that came from a dark land, fluttering behind him.
The stench of death resentment was also so strong that people could not breathe.
Countless evil laughter and vicious curses lingered around Yan Li.
His pair of black and bright eyes lost their deep and distant state, and for the first time, a frenzied and bloodthirsty red light appeared.
The curse seal on the glabella was originally seven black lines in a horizontal position, but suddenly changed shape: one turned into a dragon's body, one into a dragon's head, one into a dragon's eyes, one into a dragon's claw, one into a dragon's scale, one into a dragon's beard, one into a dragon's horn; the small glabella became a world of its own, the seven curse seals transformed into a dragon, the last one deeply inserted into the dragon's mouth, like a vertical eye between the eyebrows, and also like a divine sword that opened the sky; the dragon's mouth opened angrily, with the momentum of rushing into the sky, it was unknown whether the dragon swallowed the divine sword or the divine sword slayed the dragon.
The last curse seal was still very shallow, but as the death resentment spread, it quickly deepened. No one knew what this dark curse seal represented, and no one knew what would happen when the curse seal was completed.
Under the impact of the death resentment, Lord Fish couldn't help but shiver, he pulled himself out of the state of unbearable pain, only then did he realize that Yan Li's appearance was different.
"You, you monster!" He thought he was a cat, he didn't expect him to be a mouse.
It seemed, he had some misunderstanding.
Yan Li naturally wouldn't explain, he didn't have the time. The curse was deepening at every moment, it was several times faster than when he was distracted. Just like what he felt in the peach forest previously, once the eight curse seals were completed, his consciousness would be taken away, his soul would no longer belong to him, this was the price he could pay.
He had never doubted this deal.
Lord Fish sobered up a little, he quickly hid and did not speak. Only blood can wash away the shame, I am a martial artist, he thought.
With a twist of his wrist, the short knife turned into a dagger, that dagger was a treasured weapon, a treasured weapon that belonged to the assassin's ghost. The treasured weapon of the assassin's ghost was called ghost, it also had another name, Death Claw, Death Claw.
Without the power to shock the world, the assassin only needed one move to kill.
One move to decide life and death, with the belief that it was either you die or I die, with the determination of staking everything on one throw, Lord Fish's figure turned into an elongated dim light, as if a crack had suddenly appeared in the void, every inch was like a demon that had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, trying to break out of the prison and slaughter the living.
Like the extraterrestrial devils who were best at reading people's minds, they walked on the path paved by the gaps of people's hearts with ease, uttering the demonic voice of "Be happy", "Be happy", "Be corrupted", and "Be destroyed" all the way. Then, they hooked the souls of the innocent and brought them to the cliff of death to suffer endless sufferings.
However, Yan Li just gently raised his hand, and the crack in the void stopped, as if it was a statue that did not move at all.
Then, he gently clenched his hand, and the crack in the void shattered like a crystal. Lord Fish never appeared again. The Ghost of Death Claw, whose name once made people tremble in fear, could only see some clues from the powder that scattered on the forest floor, as if it was his ashes, and after the vicissitudes of the world, perhaps he could still be buried in peace.
Fear was like vines, growing crazily, instantly entangling all the cells in Wang Yuanqing's body.
Every inch of his flesh and blood was emitting a signal of fear, urging him to escape, but his legs were like nailed to the ground, he could not move at all.
"Yan Li, you, you listen to me …" His lips trembled, "I did not, I did not mean to target you, it was you who killed Zhang Zhixiong, there was no room for reconciliation … You know he is my cousin, my aunt quarreled with me every day … I had no choice … I really had no choice …"
"I beg you, I beg you to spare my life … I don't want to die, I still have a lot of things to do, I …"
He could not speak anymore, Yan Li just turned around and glanced at him, as if there was an invisible hand strangling his neck and lifting him up high.
At this time, the eighth seal was completely solidified.
Wang Yuanqing kept kicking and struggling in the air, reaching his hand into his chest as if there was a life-saving straw there.
But he had no strength, the brocade box fell to the ground, and Tang Sanghua picked it up. He finally gave up, but it was too late.
Tang Sanghua did not dare to relax, holding the brocade box tightly, he stepped back step by step.
Yan Li said softly, "I have not lost control, protect me."
"We're the same kind of people," Tang Sanhua said coldly. "I know what you're thinking. I won't give you a chance. Please don't make me hate you. I swear, you won't be able to afford it!"
Yan Li stared at her, the red light in his eyes became brighter, but he suddenly suppressed it, because at this time, the seal began to spread throughout his body, he did not have time.
He sat down, forcibly entering the state of "Thought and Visualization", operated the Sword Heart Realization, and entered the state of curse possession, absorbing vitality like a whale swallowing water.
Breaking through the realm was the final redemption, this was the only thing that could be rejoiced.
Qi flowed through the whole body, connecting the meridians and acupoints.
Being on the verge of breaking through the realm, it was hard to say whether it was luck or misfortune.
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