Whether awake or dreaming, Jing Shaoci had imagined this scene countless times.

But when this moment came as expected, he couldn't believe it.

He loved Yan Zixiu to the extreme, so passionately that he even felt inferior.

At this moment, Yan Zixiu was also in a state of confusion.

He had been trying hard to maintain indifference and clarity with reason, but when he saw Jing Shaoci's hurt and lonely expression, he didn't care about anything.

He tightened his fingers until they were painful to hold both of their hands.

"I just want you to know that you are not willing, nor are you self-indulgent."

He lowered his head slightly and whispered, "In my heart..."

"There are also you."

Not only is there, Jing Shaoci almost broke all his principles.

If he hadn't kept it in his heart, he would never have allowed any of his previous intimate actions.

After he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci seemed to see the joy he had never experienced in his life permeating all the tiny dust particles around him.

That kind of surging love and the satisfaction of getting what he wanted intertwined fiercely, even bumping into his chest and causing pain.

"My, yours, so you mean, we can..." Jing Shaoci's thin lips trembled, and he looked sluggish and clumsy when trying to speak, but his eyes were full of endless expectations.

Seeing this, Yan Zixiu's throat suddenly felt sore. He closed his eyes hard, then looked at Jing Shaoci and said, "But I can't promise you a lifetime now." As

soon as the words fell, he clearly saw Jing Shaoci's pupils tremble twice.

Yan Zixiu endured the pain and despair in his heart, and almost struggled to speak: "You must listen carefully to every word I say now."

He took a deep breath, and the blood color gradually faded from his lips: "I am Yan Zixiu, but I am not the Yan Zixiu who married you. He is dead."

Yan Zixiu seemed to be avoiding and unwilling to look at Jing Shaoci's expression. He could not bear it even if there was a strange expression on the other's face.

"I come from a dynasty that doesn't exist in your history. I've been an orphan since birth, and my master picked me up and raised me."

Yan Zixiu's voice became choked, and he said, "He taught me how to be a human being and how to read, and gave me all kinds of skills. He is like a teacher and a father to me, and he is my closest relative."

A tear fell from his eye socket, and he showed such extreme vulnerability in front of Jing Shaoci for the first time.

"But he died, right in front of me." Yan Zixiu trembled at the end of his voice, "Only when I become the Supreme Heavenly Master can I go to the Snow Road of Samsara to look for his soul."

"But there are three thousand realms in the world, and I don't know how long I will have to search there. One day in heaven is one year on earth. Maybe when I return, you will have entered reincarnation and will no longer be Jing Shaoci."

Yan Zixiu lowered his head, tears welling up from his dim eyes: "If I promised you to grow old with me, but then left you alone in this world to wait for death, I would keep you in my heart, how could I bear to be so cruel to you."

Suddenly, Jing Shaoci hugged him in his arms, very tightly, as if he was afraid that there would be even a little gap between them.

"Yan Yan, don't cry, I feel so bad."

Jing Shaoci's voice trembled and he almost choked: "I'll wait for you, I'm willing, I'll wait no matter how long it takes, I just want you, I just want to love you."

His tears slid down his jaw, and he spoke intermittently: "If you leave one day, I will love you every day of my life. If you can come back, I will give you my life."

Yan Zixiu grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, his throat was blocked and he couldn't speak.

Jing Shaoci put his cheek against his ear, paused for a moment, and slowly said: "Do you know how scared I am? When you were in the snowy mountains, you could only use magic to send one person away, but now you can teleport to any place. I am really afraid that one day you will succeed and I will never see you again."

He raised his hand and touched the back of Yan Zixiu's head, saying word by word: "I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of losing you."

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zixiu finally calmed down and lowered his head to retreat from his arms.

Jing Shaoci turned his head to look, but he pressed his face directly.

"Your eyes are swollen from crying. You look ugly. Don't look at me."

Jing Shaoci held his wrist and kissed his palm. "How can you be ugly?"

At this point, he suddenly remembered something. "Did you look the same as you do now?"

Yan Zixiu shook his head gently. "When I first came, I was only 50% similar to him, but now I am 70% or 80% similar."

"No wonder." Jing Shaoci smiled happily. "I was wondering why you are getting more and more beautiful."

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly lowered his head.

"I have explained everything to you. Go home and think carefully before making a decision."

Jing Shaoci wanted to speak immediately, but was interrupted by him. "When you are in love, you always disregard everything, but I don't want you to get carried away and regret it for the rest of your life. This is a matter of a lifetime. You must think it through."

Jing Shaoci smiled helplessly and dotingly, holding his hand and said, "Okay, I will agree to everything you want."

He understood the insecurity in Yan Zixiu's heart, and always felt that he agreed too quickly and was not real enough.

Anyway, the person is his now, two days later is two days later.

"Then you should leave now." Yan Zixiu's ears blushed as he spoke, "Go back earlier and think about it earlier."

Jing Shaoci was stunned, and couldn't understand why he was treated worse than before the confession.

He said with some grievance: "Yan Yan, it's so late, at least let me pass..."

"It's not too late." Yan Zixiu raised his hand and pointed out the window, and said impartially: "The sky is still clear, it's a good time for you to leave."

Jing Shaoci was reluctant, but there was no way, he was afraid.

Ten minutes later, Jing Shaoci walked out of the room with his luggage, shoulders slumped. Yan

Zixiu opened his mouth to say goodbye to him, but when he was about to close the door, he was stopped by him.

"I'm so obedient, you have to give me some sweetness." Jing Shaoci said with a sad tone, then held his little finger and whispered: "Kiss."

Yan Zixiu turned his head away unbearably, and after a while, raised his hand and hugged him.

Jing Shaoci was about to grab his waist, but Yan Zixiu immediately let go, flashed back into the room, and closed the door.

He stood in front of the door for a while, then couldn't help laughing out loud.

After Jing Shaoci left, Yan Zixiu stayed in the room alone, constantly recalling what the other party had said in his mind.

As he thought about it, his cheeks became hot, and he suddenly regretted letting Jing Shaoci go home.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. It was Manager Li calling.

"Zixiu, I have to fly to S City tonight to discuss work. Xiao Li and the others are staying in the crew. If you have anything, please contact me at any time."

"Okay." Yan Zixiu replied, "Have a safe journey."

After ending the call with Li Fengzhi, he found his hat and mask and decided to go for a walk outside the hotel.

It was almost 12 o'clock when Jing Shaoci returned home. Although it was very late, he couldn't help but send a video call to Yan Zixiu.

As a result, after calling three times, the other end of the phone did not pick up.

Jing Shaoci thought that Yan Zixiu might have fallen asleep, so he could only suppress his anxiety and decided to call again tomorrow morning.

At this moment, Yan Zixiu was already thousands of miles away, standing at the border between China and other countries.

"Grrrl..."

Ji Luoyu had been vomiting for more than ten minutes, but the strong feeling of dizziness had not faded yet.

Although he asked for it to be as fast as possible, he didn't want to experience the spell of shrinking the ground into an inch again in his life.

Wei Chu's face turned pale, but at least he didn't vomit, which was considered to have saved his face.

"Who will inform the crew?" Yan Zixiu looked forward and asked.

"Master Yan Tian, ​​don't worry. This time, the same thing as last time will never happen again. Our colleagues have already gone to the director to explain the situation."

"Yes." Yan Zixiu stood with his hands behind his back, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Please also inform Mr. Jing."

"Okay, I'll remember that." Wei Chu agreed.

Time went back to more than an hour ago. Ji Luoyu and Wei Chu found Yan Zixiu, who was about to return to the hotel.

After a brief explanation of the situation, Yan Zixiu grabbed the two and disappeared on the spot.

At this time, Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Luoyu beside him and said, "Have you vomited enough?"

Ji Luoyu bent his waist and waved his hands backwards, but still couldn't speak.

Yan Zixiu lost his patience, grabbed Wei Chu's upper arm with one hand, grabbed Ji Luoyu's collar with the other hand, and disappeared again without a trace.

When they arrived at the border post, Ji Luoyu was almost half dead.

Wei Chu stepped forward to show his ID to the person in charge at the gate, said a few words, and then pointed back at Yan Zixiu.

After a while, the guards at the gate stepped aside and opened the door.

After entering the post, Wei Chu took Yan Zixiu to an office.

"The department is inside."

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, then pushed open the door.

Wei Chu sent Ji Luoyu, who had vomited all the way, back to the lounge. After he sat down, he said, "Take a rest. After you recover, call Mr. Jing to let him know."

Ji Luoyu leaned back on the chair with his mouth open, and said weakly, "I know."

When Yan Zixiu just walked in, Fan Daode was shocked at first, and then stood up quickly.

"Master Yan Tian, ​​how did you get here so quickly?"

Yan Zixiu said, "The ground can be shrunk to an inch, and a hundred miles can be traveled in a moment."

Fan Daode suddenly realized and immediately introduced him to the other three people in the room.

"This is Taoist Master Fu Ji, the current head of Maoshan Sect, this is Master Ji Jue, the abbot of Shangqing Temple, and this is Master Zhou Fengping of Xuanzong Sect."

After saying that, Fan Daode added, "There is also Master Zhao, who is now presiding over the formation."

Yan Zixiu raised his right hand and pointed it as a greeting to the three of them. The three of them suddenly came to their senses and quickly returned the greeting.

"Meet the Master."

After the others sat down, Fan Daode said solemnly, "Now that everyone is here, the country and the organization hope that you will form a special task force to recapture Hengwei Mountain."

"Amitabha." Master Ji Jue put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "I will do my best."

Taoist Fu and Master Zhou looked at each other and said, "We two will not look back."

After the words fell, the four people looked at Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu thought for a moment, then said, "Excuse me, is there any subsidy for this business trip?"

Fu Ji snorted, then quickly lowered his head to hold back his laughter.

Fan Daode wanted to laugh, but it was obviously not appropriate in such a solemn occasion, so he pinched his thigh and said, "Yes, there are a lot."

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly to show his satisfaction.

Fan Daode took a deep breath and then said, "Since everyone has agreed, let's start talking about business now."

After that, he took out a file bag and poured out the topographic map of Hengwei Mountain and several level 3 encrypted documents from it.

"Hengwei Mountain straddles the border between the two countries. Last Wednesday, August 23, Country Y violated the treaty and sent fifty sorcerers across the border into our territory..."

While Fan Daode was talking about the situation, Yan Zixiu's eyes fell on the aerial photo in front of him.

Fan Daode talked for about ten minutes, then looked at them with a heavy face and said, "We have already caused casualties by our previous strong attack, so we ask all the masters to work together and come up with a solution."

Under normal circumstances, Fu Ji and his men would have immediately discussed it, but now that Yan Zixiu was present, the three were waiting for him to speak.

Yan Zixiu thought for a while and said, "Judging from the enemy's formation, the things in the mountain must be extraordinary. I..."

Before he finished speaking, there were three knocks on the door.

"Come in," Fan Daode said, turning his head.

A man opened the door and walked in, reporting: "Director Fan, Country Y has sent people to negotiate."

With a 'bang', Fan Daode slammed the table hard, "How dare they come here with such a licking face?!"

On the way, Fu Ji approached Yan Zixiu and said: "Master, in your opinion, what kind of formation is this other side?"

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and glanced at the top of Hengwei Mountain, and said, "Forty-nine blood sacrifice lock evil formation."

When the three heard this, their faces all became heavy.

Master Ji Jue knew very little about formations, but he had heard of this formation name.

This formation uses the blood of living beings as a sacrifice. Ordinary formations have at most one to three formation eyes, but this formation has seventy-seven forty-nine formation eyes, and thousands of ghosts are gathered in the formation center. Unless forty-nine people sitting in the formation are eliminated at the same time, otherwise one less person will only double the evil spirits and cause endless disasters.

Zhou Fengping said angrily: "It will definitely not be a one-day job to set up this formation. It seems that this gang of grandsons has been prepared for a long time!"

Yan Zixiu nodded and agreed with him, "Not bad."

Angry as they were, the three were most worried about how to solve this locking formation.

Fu Ji took out a compass from his chest, but the needle on it swung uncontrollably left and right.

He sighed deeply and put it back.

When they arrived in front of another building, there were two groups of people standing at the door, wearing different uniforms and confronting each other.

After they arrived, the leader immediately took them in.

As soon as the five people entered the door, they saw the situation inside. Two of them were wearing suits, and the other two were wearing gray linen robes. The thick hoods covered half of their heads, so their appearance could not be seen clearly.

However, from the dark blue nails on their fingertips, Zhou Fengping and his companions immediately knew the other party's identity.

There were seven of them and only four of them, but judging from the way they sat, they were clearly fearless.

"This is from our Ministry of State Security..."

The leader was interrupted by Fan Daode before he finished introducing them. "No need to introduce them. Tell them why they are here."

The translator on the other side whispered, and one of the men in a suit stood up and said a few words with a fake smile.

The translator standing next to him immediately said, "This man's name is translated into Chinese as Ruan Thi Xiang. He said he came to discuss the Hengwei Mountain issue on behalf of Country Y."

Fan Daode snorted coldly, "Discuss..."

He held back the last word, then looked at Ruan Thi Xiang and said, "Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want to say."

After the translator on the other side finished speaking, Ruan Thi Xiang smiled and suddenly said in broken Chinese, "I understand how you feel, But if we keep opposing each other like this, neither side will benefit. It is better to wait until we find something and then we will take half of it. "

Fan Daode sneered and looked at him and said, "Do you really think we can't do anything to you?"

Ruan Shixiang put down his hands and put on an indifferent attitude, "Now it is more difficult for you. If you want to drag it out, we can accompany you to the end."

Fan Daode didn't expect that this guy could actually say idioms, and he clenched his fists in anger.

At this moment, one of the hooded men looked at Yan Zixiu, and then mumbled a few words to the translator.

After listening to the translator, he said to Yan Zixiu: "Master Fei Ka said, you..."

Yan Zixiu raised his hand and interrupted expressionlessly: "Too much nonsense, I don't want to listen."

The two hooded men stood up instantly, and Master Ji Jue and his men also took a step forward. The atmosphere on both sides suddenly became tense.

Yan Zixiu's eyes were cold and he showed a cruel and contemptuous look and said: "You are just ants in the mud. When you break through the formation and kill them all within five days, you want to live by then, I'm afraid it's wishful thinking."

After these words came out, every pore of Fan Daode and his straightforwardness opened up, and the eyes of several people looking at Yan Zixiu were bright.

Although Ruan Shixiang knew some Chinese, she didn't understand this sentence at all.

After the translation was finished, Ruan Shixiang's face instantly sank.

He looked at Yan Zixiu and sneered, saying in a sinister tone: "Anyone can talk big, but I don't believe you can do it."

Yan Zixiu raised the corner of his lips and said clearly: "If you don't believe it, you can verify it with your life."

Ruan Shixiang gritted his teeth and turned to say something to the other three.

Seeing that the four people were about to leave, Yan Zixiu suddenly said: "You all have come a long way, so you don't have to go any further."

He didn't believe in the saying that two sides should not kill each other when fighting. These people dared to sacrifice living people, so they deserved to die.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and raised four talisman papers. The golden light on the talisman papers flowed through, instantly piercing the yin energy around the four people.

Fu Ji and others saw this and immediately took action.

A few minutes later, Yan Zixiu came out.

"Master Zhou." He turned his head slightly and said.

Zhou Fengping immediately stepped forward, "Master."

"Take a bowl of the blood of the two hooded men. I have a use for it."

"Okay!" Zhou Fengping agreed.

Fan Daode saw this and immediately said, "Master Yan Tian, ​​is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes." Yan Zixiu turned around and looked at him and said, "I didn't have dinner. I'm hungry."

After returning to the previous room, Yan Zixiu started teaching a few people with a compressed biscuit in one hand and a pencil in the other.

After drawing a few circles on the topographic map, he said, "When the sun rises tomorrow, you will each take your equipment and go to these nine locations to dig pits. The deeper the better."

Yan Zixiu took a bite of the biscuit and continued, "Prepare me fifteen koi, some cinnabar, three stacks of high-quality yellow paper, and a bag of soybeans..."

As he spoke, Fan Daode took notes frantically. After Yan Zixiu finished speaking, he read it again. After

the items were handed over, Yan Zixiu said, "Oh, and prepare a set of sportswear for Master Jijue."

Several people were confused, especially Master Jijue.

Yan Zixiu did not explain, but just looked at him and said: "Master, you should run around Hengwei Mountain with a bowl in your hand these few days, and draw a swastika every 49 steps until you can't run anymore."

Fu Ji and Zhou Fengping both looked at Master Ji Jue with sympathy and laughter. Master Ji Jue accepted it very quickly. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, then nodded seriously.

"Fu Ji, use your sect's secret method of drawing daggers to scrape the fish scales these few days, and each piece must be complete."

The dignified head of the Maoshan Sect was immediately wilted.

After eating the compressed biscuits, Yan Zixiu asked Fan Daode to call everyone back, and even the cloud barrier formation was withdrawn.

He picked nine people from all of them according to their horoscopes, and told them to be vegetarians for the next few days, and not to eat anything fishy.

Everyone was confused as they prepared, especially Master Zhao who was called back, who had no idea what Yan Zixiu was doing.

On the morning of the fifth day, seeing that the blood mist on Hengwei Mountain had already covered the sky, everyone felt extremely heavy.

After breakfast, Yan Zixiu took the nine people to the mountain.

"I know it's cold in this deep mountain, but you nine people stand in the pit, and no matter what happens, you are not allowed to move again."

Everyone nodded firmly and answered in unison: "Yes!"

After the nine people stood in, Yan Zixiu took out a small jar and began to apply a fishy and bitter ointment on them. The ointment was mixed with fish scales scraped from the body of the koi.

Just after he settled these people, a loud thunderclap suddenly sounded in the air.

Then, the mountain began to shake violently, and a blood-red mist-like giant beast suddenly appeared out of thin air. It had a tiger body and a unicorn head, and its body was almost as big as half of the mountain. Its eyes were bulging and looked extremely terrifying.

Yan Zixiu immediately teleported to the bottom of the mountain, grabbed Master Ji Jue and ran directly into the formation.

Fan Daode and others were waiting at the mountain pass, their hearts all in their throats.

Yan Zixiu dragged Abbot Jijue all the way to the mountainside. After he put him down, he looked at him and said, "Master, I'm tired."

Master Jijue twisted the beads and solemnly said, "Donor Yan, be careful."

When Yan Zixiu floated into the air, the sound of chanting scriptures echoed throughout Hengwei Mountain. At the same time, countless swastikas floated from the mountain and all gathered around Yan Zixiu.

The giant beast with the head of a unicorn opened its bloody mouth and let out a shocking roar. The tiger lowered its body and then instantly rose up to attack Yan Zixiu.

Yan Zixiu kept his eyes closed, but when he opened them again, he had transformed into a silver dragon and a black robe.

Only this time, the black hair hanging down his waist turned into white, and his posture was as majestic as a god.

"Nine Dragons Heavenly Gang Formation, rise—"

Fan Daode and his men watched from a distance at the foot of the mountain, their mouths half open as if they were holding an egg.

"The Heavenly Master's appointment is indeed shocking to the world." Fu Ji raised his head and murmured, "Master has reached the realm of the Six Transcendents, and this Taoist appearance is really as handsome as an immortal."

At this time, the sound of dragon roars that echoed the clouds rose from all directions, and nine golden lights gathered into a dragon, which directly wrapped the giant beast with its body.

At this time, all the swastikas turned into a long bow that was covered in gold. Yan Zixiu opened his hand to hold it, and his other hand quickly wiped the bowstring.

Nine golden arrows appeared out of thin air. He stretched out his arms and pulled the bowstring to the full extent. His figure standing in the air was like a pine tree in the evening snow. A long wind blew, and his waist-length white hair raised up in an arbitrary arc.

The golden arrows stayed on the string for only a moment, and the moment Yan Zixiu let go, they pierced the sky with the force of breaking through the air.

With a deafening roar, the golden arrows exploded and turned into 7749 arrow rains that fell down.

The thick evil spirit like a swamp was like boiling water that had reached its boiling point, churning violently. However, no matter how the bloody evil spirit struggled, the rain of arrows turned into clearness.

The people at the foot of the mountain suddenly felt relaxed all over, and even their breathing became much smoother.

"Broken!" Master Zhao shouted excitedly, "This 49-line blood sacrifice lock array was broken by Master Yan Tian!"

Everyone was excited and sighed, and the surging heroic spirit was about to burst out of their chests.

After the evil spirit was completely dissipated, Yan Zixiu closed his eyes again and formed seals with his hands.

He was chanting a spell to save all the innocent lives in the sacrifice array here.

At this moment, a man in a gray robe at the foot of the mountain looked at him deeply, and disappeared after a moment.

After a while, Yan Zixiu reappeared in front of everyone with Master Ji Jue.

"All killed, you can go and collect the bodies."

When Fan Daode and his men led people up the mountain, all the sorcerers sitting in the array had died, and not a single one was left alive.

"Hiss..." Zhou Fengping sucked in a breath of cold air as he looked at one of the corpses that didn't even have a head.

After burying these people, Yan Zixiu, Fan Daode and others set out for a valley. As

soon as he stepped in, he felt a demonic aura.

He frowned, and after carefully observing the surroundings, he said nothing.

After everyone went in, a high platform appeared in front of them.

The archaeologists immediately opened their tool boxes and started working immediately.

Yan Zixiu walked in quickly. This place in the belly of the mountain was more like an altar than a high platform.

His eyes swept across the curse patterns covered with dust all around, and a sense of depression rose in his heart for no reason.

Just as Yan Zixiu was about to turn around and leave, a palm-sized disc appeared out of thin air at his feet.

He leaned over to pick it up, wiped off the dust on it with his fingers, and his pupils suddenly contracted. After

Yan Zixiu came down the mountain with the disc in his pocket, he happened to meet Ji Luoyu and Wei Chu.

"This is over, I'm going back."

"Master Yan Tian, ​​you've worked hard, this time..." Ji Luoyu hadn't finished his farewell words when he suddenly gasped, "Oh no, I forgot to inform Mr. Jing!!"

Yan Zixiu's expression changed drastically, he glared at him fiercely, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

He had just activated the formation not long ago, and the spiritual power in his body was not enough to support him to return to City B immediately.

But Yan Zixiu still rushed back desperately, and he ran for a whole day.

The moment he appeared in front of the Jing family's door, he could clearly taste the blood in his mouth.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, Jing Shaoci was sitting against the wall in a wolfish manner, with his black hair hanging down in a mess, as if he was completely dead. Yan Zixiu

immediately walked over, knelt on one knee, hugged him and said, "Damn, I'm back."

After a long while, Jing Shaoci still didn't move. Yan Zixiu was suddenly confused. When he was about to push the remaining spiritual energy into his chest, a trembling big hand grabbed his wrist.

"I thought that what you said that day was to say goodbye to me."

Jing Shaoci's voice, which used to be low, was hoarse at this moment.

He raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Yan Zixiu, choking with sobs, "I wonder if you have gone to that reincarnation snow path and don't want me anymore."