I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

Chang Jingyu tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose was so close that he could easily feel the icy breath coming from Lu Yinshuang's body. He asked nonchalantly, "Senior, will you think I'm duplicity?"

Lu Yinshuang said in his heart that I have seen you when you were even more hypocritical, what else could there be: "You want to tell me now?"

The same umbrella, the same person, last rainy night Chang Jingyu couldn't make up his mind, but now it's different, he is even a little thankful that Lu Yinshuang is a demon cultivator, maybe only the most affectionate and sexual demon cultivator can understand his This way, you won't cast a disappointed look at him.

Chang Jingyu put his forehead on the handle of the umbrella, and his arm was next to Lu Yinshuang. He was still warm under the faint chill. He let out a light breath and said in a calm voice: "The first month after leaving the Changlin School, I Back to Yonghe Village."

"I heard that there was a plague in the village, and many people died, but the village chief is still alive."

"I lit a fire on the altar to avenge my mother and pay for my life."

"Same as at that time, these people pushed the village chief out without any accidents, I killed him, and then burned the whole village. Those villagers may be dead, or they may still be alive, they are just ordinary people, Dao Wu Xianmen It is expressly forbidden to kill mortals without permission, I don’t want to go back to Yonghe Village, and I don’t want Master to know that I have done such a thing.”

Chang Jingyu raised his head, the sadness and self-blame hidden deep in his eyes gradually dissipated when he looked at Lu Yinshuang: "Maybe one day I will have nothing, if I don't die then, I still have the opportunity to follow you peacefully like now. Is it by your side?"

"Sooner or later, I will return to the sinking realm." Lu Yinshuang looked at the passing Liuyun, and then softened his words, "If you are willing to surrender, remember that I will wait for you in Linyuan Palace."

Lu Yinshuang didn't answer directly, Chang Jingyu also knew what he meant, took a deep breath and joked: "It's hard to surrender, I can only work hard to save the round-trip boat fare."

He turned the handle of the umbrella and said softly, "Thank you."

"No, my patience to hear people complaining is limited, you'd better finish it all at once." Lu Yinshuang lightly brushed the fluff off the hem of her clothes with her fingertips.

Chang Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered Lu Yinshuang's status. I'm afraid no one has dared to use him as a tree hole in all these years.

"I have one last word." Chang Jingyu boldly asked, lying on Lu Yinshuang's lap with his arms pressed down a bit rascally, "I'm a little tired, call me again at Yancui Peak."

"Tsk...get up, or I'll throw you in the air." Furious, Lu Yinshuang drew back the paper umbrella and knocked Chang Jingyu on the head, but Chang Jingyu remained motionless.

Guessing that Lu Yinshuang won't really throw him down, Chang Jingyu quietly raised the corners of his mouth, he was vaguely aware of something weird, as if he couldn't help but do something outrageous to Lu Yinshuang, Knowing that he is the emperor of Linyuan Palace, this wicked desire became more and more difficult to restrain, but these thoughts were washed away when the tide of sleepiness surged, and he fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

Lu Yinshuang really had nothing to do with him, she could only pretend that she couldn't hear the shallow breath, and closed her eyes to rest herself.

The terrain around Jin'an City is complex and tortuous, and Feilu still circled many circles in the air. It was already dusk when it reached Yancui Peak.

When Chang Jingyu woke up, he stretched, and after a blink of an eye, he saw that Feilu had fallen to the ground. Lu Yinshuang was fiddling with the black jade slips boredly. Following his movements, everyone turned to look at him.

"Uh, are you here? Why didn't senior call me?" Chang Jingyu touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and the exhaustion of excessive consumption of spiritual power was swept away.

"I was just planning to bury you on the spot when you fell asleep." Lu Yinshuang said coldly.

Chang Jingyu looked up at the sky, slid down Feilu's wings, raised his head and smiled apologetically, "For a person like Senior, it's better not to dig holes."

Lu Yinshuang: "..." Even if you praise me, I won't be happy.

He gasped subtly when he stood up, and his right leg went numb for a while.

Seeing his erratic footsteps, Chang Jingyu felt a little guilty, and went over to pinch Lu Yinshuang's legs and rubbed them with enthusiasm.

Lu Yinshuang's face turned from white to blue, he was stunned for a moment before he realized, he shook Chang Jingyu's sleeves with anger in his eyes.

Chang Jingyu covered the back of his red hand and slapped himself in the heart. This gesture was really rude. Lu Yinshuang felt that it was only natural for him to be offended. He quickly apologized: "I was quick, don't be angry."

"Hmph, watch your hands." Lu Yinshuang gave him a look of self-assessment, and walked over him to the mountain road that was carved out of Yancui West Mountain.

Chang Jingyu followed quickly, clenched his hands secretly, and shook his head to get rid of the raised awkwardness.

Lu Yinshuang's heartbeat was faster than usual. With a straight face, he made up his mind that he could no longer indulge Chang Jingyu, who was crawling along the pole, and let him take offense to himself as a routine.

"There is a stone tablet here."

When he walked to the foot of the West Mountain without a word, Chang Jingyu spoke first. In the setting sun, a stone tablet covered with vines stood near the mountain road. The moss was old and brown in the dusk. He pushed aside the vines with his scabbard, raised his sleeves, After brushing off the dust on the stele, the inscriptions have been eroded by the weather and years, but the only name on it, Ming Fangxue, can still be recognized.

"Suzheng Immortal?" Lu Yinshuang looked at the stele for confirmation.

"Well, it's the real name of Suzheng Immortal Venerable of our family. It turned out that he passed by here many years ago." Chang Jingyu nodded and said, he looked at Yancui Mountain again, and the towering mountain peak split straight from the center, layered and gloomy A corner of the forest sea can be seen from the cracks, and when you get close, you can clearly see the sharp sword marks on the mountain wall, and the cold wind whizzes past, leaving a faint trembling sound in your ears.

This is just an ordinary sword of the Immortal Venerable in the Mahayana period.

"Suzheng Immortal Venerable has been traveling to Longtan to find secret places all the year round, and he will help people who need help. Everyone says that Suzheng Immortal Venerable is hard-spoken and difficult to get in touch with, but I think he is actually very talkative." Chang Jingyu turned his face and explained, He secretly made up his mind to practice hard, glanced at Lu Yinshuang out of the corner of his eye, the Emperor Zun looked nothing more than that, and spread a layer of ice on the rough and difficult pile of rubble.

Of course, Lu Yinshuang didn't feel anything. He had crossed quite a few mountains, and he didn't have much impression of Ming Fangxue. This person disappeared before Fu Qingxiao disappeared, leaving only a rough location of the secret realm. Considering Ming Fangxue's whereabouts have always been erratic, and no one took the effort to find him. When he returns to Dao Martial Immortal Gate, it will be a situation where all the elites in the realm of cultivation have gone out to attack the realm of sinking.

"I read from the records on the stone tablet that the common people just wanted to cultivate their own way, but Ming Fangxue really made a fuss over a molehill." Lu Yinshuang touched the mountain wall and said.

"Suzheng Xianzun doesn't know how to pave roads, and there is no need to cross mountains and ridges, and it is convenient for the elderly to travel." Chang Jingyu carefully cleaned up the stone tablet with the dust-cleaning formula, and walked into the mountain road with Lu Yinshuang, "It's just now It seems that this road has been abandoned for a long time... Speaking of which, senior also knows Immortal Suzheng?"

Lu Yinshuang thought to himself what do you mean by that, he thought for a while and said, "It's not counted as acquaintance."

"That's what I understand. Can you tell me, senior?" Chang Jingyu was curious, eager to know what the ceiling of Dao Wu Xianmen's cultivation base looked like in the eyes of Linyuan Palace Emperor Zun.

Lu Yinshuang slandered your own celestial master and asked me what a demon cultivator would do. He said carelessly, "In terms of sword style alone, it should be invincible in the realm of cultivation."

"The emperor of Linyuan Palace is also a sword cultivator, how does he compare with him?" Chang Jingyu asked with a smile.

Lu Yinshuang was silent for a moment, unwilling to say: "Yingzhan is better than him."

"I mean the one who uses the sword, not the sword." Chang Jingyu pretended not to look at the sword and Lu Yinshuang's reluctance.

"Ming Fangxue is a sword spirit. Compared with Yingzhang, it is not suitable." Lu Yinshuang quickened his pace, not giving Chang Jingyu a chance to ask the bottom line, "There is a village one mile ahead."

Chang Jingyu didn't care about Lu Yinshuang's face anymore, and worried: "You're using your spiritual sense again, are you okay?"

"No problem." Lu Yinshuang said calmly, "There are not many villagers."

"It's strange, the village is still there, so how can we let the mountain road be abandoned, maybe there are other shortcuts." Chang Jingyu is quite concerned about the fruits of Ming Fangxue's labor.

Lu Yinshuang stood at the other end of Yancui West Mountain, and asked Feilu to go back to the space to rest: "The talents of Jingting Island are our goals, and it doesn't matter how the villagers are."

Chang Jingyu also thought that he had strayed from the topic. There was a forest through the mountain road, and the smoke and fire became more and more obvious.

Several thatched huts loomed among the shadows of the trees, a rope was tied to two tree branches, and some freshly washed clothes were strung up. When Chang Jingyu bent over, she suddenly froze. Location.

"Huh?" Lu Yinshuang snorted out a question.

Chang Jingyu tugged on Xia Lu Yinshuang's cuff with a dignified expression: "This rope looks familiar... There will never be a second Yonghe Village copied here."

He smiled reluctantly. He only remembered that in Yonghe Village, Aunt Wang who lived at the entrance of the village pulled a rope in the forest. Her daughter's old red hairband was tied to the rope, and now this clothesline was also tangled. It was covered with a strip of cloth, almost faded to gray, which made him not sure.

Lu Yinshuang became impatient with this trick, and pulled Chang Jingyu's arm: "Go, if it is the same as Yonghe Village in your memory, then burn it again."

"Senior! I'm fine, don't be impulsive." After he said this, Chang Jingyu calmed down, afraid that Lu Yinshuang would persuade him because of his misjudgment.

Lu Yinshuang sneered, "When have I ever been impulsive?"

Chang Jingyu thinks about it too, Lu Yinshuang has always been calm and unhurried.

Bypassing the last straight poplar, Chang Jingyu's vision was no longer blocked.

Lu Yinshuang's eyes stopped on the simple wooden signboard standing at the entrance of the village. The three characters "Yonghe Village" were covered by the soft glow of the setting sun.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl came out with a wooden bucket to splash water. When she saw Lu Yinshuang, she blushed, covered her mouth shyly and ran back with a snigger. Frost.

"She is Aunt Wang's daughter, about the same age as me." Chang Jingyu pursed her dry lips.

Lu Yinshuang nodded slowly, waiting for his next words.

Chang Jingyu's voice was slightly hoarse, "She died in that plague four years ago."

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