I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

Chang Jingyu walked lightly against the wall, with the vine torch in Lu Yinshuang's hand, he had no choice but to rekindle the fire pocket, raised his sword and pointed at it, intending to strike at any time in danger.

But he walked for a while, and there was nothing strange in the passage. The previous crackling sound came again, and he quickened his pace. Looking at the faint firelight, a dark spherical object was rolling crookedly.

Chang Jingyu approached and poked the sphere with the tip of his sword, suddenly realized something was wrong, squatted down and took a closer look, it turned out to be a human head covered in hair.

"I'm offended." Chang Jingyu said in a low voice. He carefully parted his hair, but the part that should have been exposed was all gray, like a haze. It is flesh and not void.

"If this channel shows the true demon, what is this head?" Chang Jingyu straightened up, and his interest in Lu Yinshuang became more and more intense, "Enemies, relatives, or manslaughter..."

Facing a head whose name is unknown, of course one cannot guess the name. Chang Jingyu placed the head by the wall, and then walked to the depths of the passage. The road was empty and nothing was encountered. A moment passed, and when the fire was about to go out, Kankan walked to the end of the passage.

It was a flat stone door without a handle. Chang Jingyu pushed it tentatively, and the stone door made a hoarse friction sound on the ground.

He couldn't open the Qiankun bag and use the magic weapon to illuminate it. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to push the door open.

A cold gray light leaked from the gap in the stone door, which gave Chang Jingyu a little more strength to open the width enough for one person to pass through, and the light splashed down, pulling him into a strange space.

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In the other passage, facing the girl's sobs, Lu Yinshuang walked past her, guessing that this should be the senior sister who loves cats that Chang Jingyu was talking about.

The mist on the senior sister's head became more and more frenzied. She threw herself forward to hug Lu Yinshuang's leg, but Lu Yinshuang stepped away lightly and spiritually understood how resentful she was at this moment.

"If it wasn't for you, how could Brother Lang die so tragically!" The senior sister sobbed in pain, "The Changlin faction treated you well, is this how you repay the master and senior brother? You should not be brought back by the master at all, you bastard!" Inside the door, you don't deserve Brother Lang to save you, why are you still alive!"

Lu Yinshuang frowned, and he couldn't help but said: "It's his own choice to save someone. Since the person is dead, you have no right to criticize others for him. You are still in the same family. There is no point in blaming the victim." It’s better to work hard to help him fulfill his failed wish.”

The face of the senior sister reflected by the illusion froze on the spot. After all, she had to deal with it with another person. She was stuck in the training, and she couldn't speak smoothly, so she had to repeatedly scold you for being damned.

"Forget it, why waste time with you." Lu Yinshuang said in her heart that after getting along with Chang Jingyu for a long time, her temper has improved a lot, she raised her hand and slapped her senior sister on the neck, sending her and Lin Lang to fall together.

After walking for a few feet, the desolate mourning gradually became clearer, and the paper money mixed in the breeze drifted from the depths of the passage. Under the firelight, the vision seemed to be covered with embers, and blurred figures moved in the passage, surrounding a coffin in the middle.

"Tsk, this kid's mind is really complicated." Lu Yinshuang was amazed at the dense illusion, and walked to the coffin to look at the spirit seat without changing his expression. common people.

He saw a child kneeling in the corner of the mourning hall—the only one here with a face, Chang Jingyu with immature features, surrounded by a few feet of space like an enchantment, looking lonely and helpless.

Those who mourned whispered in the mourning hall, meaning something.

"Oh, the immortal elder is kind and compassionate, the sky has no eyes!"

"Brother Lin... how could he...he only promised to come to my cave last month, and he said he had made a breakthrough."

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know, it's too sad for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man. What kind of evil did he do, alas."

"Master, master, what do you want me to do in the future... Get out of here, master won't want to see you!"

The surroundings began to become noisy. Lu Yinshuang watched the young Chang Jingyu being kicked out of the mourning hall by his fellow disciples. The phantom gradually thinned like morning mist. Chang Jingyu's guilt-filled eyes staring at the coffin also disappeared, and the passage returned to silence.

Lu Yinshuang stretched out his hand in that direction, and then left with a cold snort and flicked his sleeves. The old scene reflected by the illusion can disappear, but the real past is deeply rooted in Chang Jingyu's heart. The personal disciples of the sect also couldn't let go.

The passage didn't know how long it was. Lu Yinshuang turned into Yingying again, and there was a rather familiar warm voice in front of her, with a leisurely and slow tone, which made people feel comfortable like a spring breeze.

He thought back as he walked, although the phantom here had no face except the person involved, but fortunately Lu Yinshuang still had a deep memory of this voice.

The man in brocade clothes sitting in the Nuan Pavilion with a bowl of porridge was Fu Qingxiao who died tragically at the hands of Chang Jingyu in his previous life.

Fu Qingxiao sat on the edge of the bed. He stirred the porridge with a small spoon, and when he felt that the temperature was about the same, he took a spoonful and brought it to the mouth of Chang Jingyu who was leaning against him.

Chang Jingyu had a bandage on his right arm, his face was pale and weak, and he opened his mouth to drink porridge in a daze.

"You don't need to be nervous, just treat me as an ordinary elder, I'm not too old to be scary." Fu Qingxiao comforted, "If you're not used to living in the Immortal Gate, I won't stop you when you leave after your injury recovers. "

"I... I don't know where to go." Chang Jingyu's voice was slow, the bowl of porridge seemed to have opened a gate, he was expressionless, but tears couldn't stop streaming down, "Why did you save me, why did you treat me like this?" good."

Fu Qingxiao wiped his face with his cuff, and said with a broken smile: "I'm an orthodox sect leader anyway, what reason do I need to save people, but if you need it, just treat me as a pity, and don't want to see someone with excellent qualifications The good seedlings of this kind will perish early."

Chang Jingyu's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the quilt urgently: "Then how can I repay you?"

Fu Qingxiao said: "Let's eat first, when you recover from your injury, calm down and still cling to this issue, we can talk about it later."

Lu Yinshuang watched Nuan Pavilion's silent fading, when the passage finally came to an end, blocked by a stone door.

He raised his sword and slashed diagonally.

The Shimen fell along the cut surface, Lu Yinshuang raised his sleeve to cover his eyes, the dazzling white light swayed like a lake wave, and finally melted into a watery night.

Under the bright moon, a woman was tied to a high platform, with dead branches piled under her feet.For some reason, Lu Yinshuang couldn't see her face, yet felt as if she had seen her face somewhere.

……

Chang Jingyu staggered and stabilized his balance. He squinted his eyes in the pure white eyes, and the light gradually became soft and warm, as if dusk was coated on a painting scroll. Unknown monsters, glazed tiles and window lattices are all solemn and pure black.

Chang Jingyu climbed up the stairs, the part outside the palace was ambiguous, only the door of the palace was wide open, the spacious and empty hall was deserted, and there was a man kneeling in the middle, the man's wrists and ankles were bound with chains, The arms were forced to stretch out to the sides, and the other end of the chain was firmly tied to the stone pillar carved with dragons, without any loosening.

The closer he got, the more familiar it became.Chang Jingyu squatted down in front of that person, but his fingertips pierced through it——different from the phantoms that he could touch before, it was more like a scene just for viewing.

At this time, the kneeling person suddenly trembled, Chang Jingyu was startled and retreated to the side, and saw a tall figure slowly approaching the palace gate, it should be a sword cultivator.

The sword cultivator's face was also blurred into a cloud of smoke, and he subconsciously turned back to the person on the ground. At this moment, the person raised his head, and his messy long hair spread out to both sides.

"Senior?!" Chang Jingyu exclaimed, he saw the man frowning, his face was pale, there were bruises and dried blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of resentment and resentment.

The author has something to say: Lu Yinshuang: I think you are rushing for performance, I don’t have PTSD

Magic mirror: I don't want you to think, I want me to think

Chang Jingyu: Senior, put a blanket on you, I have a warm baby here

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