Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Snake and Snake Bond
The young man in the formation looked down upon He Wujiu who was outside the formation. He was oppressed and bleeding from all seven orifices. His long black hair was blown by the wind and turned into countless black snakes spitting out their tongues.
Mingyueyi raised his sword and hovered it over He Wujiu's back, his murderous intent causing the sky and earth to change color.
Boom——
A thick bolt of lightning struck, but Mingyueyi dodged it in time and swung a sword full of murderous intent towards the formation.
Originally, the swords in the sword formation could not get close to the young man, but this sword had different intentions and it directly penetrated the young man's body.
He stood in the black fog, his chest felt empty, and his dark eyes stared at her with regret.
He almost lured his senior sister into killing He Wujiu.
Ming Yueyi had no time to care about the people in the formation. When he turned around, his expression was replaced by worry. With red eyes, he supported He Wujiu's body again, "Big Brother, are you okay? Were you struck by the thunder?"
He Wujiu was supported by her and sat on the stone steps not far away. Looking at the young man who was killed by the sword not far away, a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.
Ming Yueyi took out a high-quality pill from the mustard seed and placed it between his lips. "Brother, this is a pill to stop bleeding and eliminate demon poison."
He Wujiu thanked him and swallowed it, feeling a warm sensation in his dantian as it entered his throat.
The Hemostatic and Detoxifying Pill was a high-level pill that Mingyueyi obtained when he took on a mission to kill monsters. It was wasted like this.
She felt an indescribable pity in her heart. Seeing the youth's face visibly regain some color, she asked with concern, "Is Senior Brother feeling better?"
He Wujiu didn't answer. Instead, he glanced at the black mist in the formation that was gradually dissipating due to the demon's death, and suddenly said, "He seems to be dead."
Dead?
Ming Yueyi remembered that when he wanted to kill He Wujiu just now, he was discovered by Tiandao. In an emergency, in order not to expose his murderous intention, he drove the sword into the formation.
Did the boy die just like that?
She looked sideways.
The formation has stopped, the thick fog has dissipated, and the young man lying in the formation was chopped into pieces by the messy broken sword. There was no intact skin on his body, and even the intestines in his chest were cut into pieces. The ground was covered with blood, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
It was a miserable death.
Mingyueyi didn't feel anything about this. He glanced at it calmly and then looked away. His gaze fell on the bloody hole on He Wujiu's shoulder. He took out a clean handkerchief and bandaged it for him.
"Fortunately, senior brother is fine." She leaned down and spoke softly, her breath like a breeze.
He Wujiu withdrew his gaze from the unrecognizable corpse in the formation and fell on Ming Yueyi's face.
Seeing her beautiful features wrinkled with heartache, he raised his hand to stroke her frowning brows, looked into her beautiful watery eyes, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"I'm glad that you're okay, senior brother." Mingyueyi smiled and lowered her thick eyelashes to hide the regret in her eyes.
It turns out that He Wujiu cannot be killed now.
He Wujiu's injury was not serious, just a common puncture of the shoulder blade. After taking the pill, the wound healed.
The gloomy sky suddenly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.
Mingyueyi sat on the railing with her hands on both sides, looking at his back as he looked at the corpse outside the formation.
He is indeed the darling of heaven, so hard to kill. His injuries were not serious, but she was almost turned into ashes by that powerful thunder.
Can she still kill such a male protagonist?
Ming Yueyi swayed her mist-blue skirt like a flower and sighed softly.
"Junior sister." He Wujiu, who was squatting on the ground looking at the corpse, turned his head and called her over.
Ming Yueyi's cheeks rippled instantly. She stepped down from the railing briskly and walked towards him curiously: "Did you find anything?"
"Junior sister, do you think there is anything strange here?" He Wujiu pointed to a pool of bones and blood on the ground, his brows furrowed. It was the first time he had seen such a situation.
Mingyueyi looked in the direction he pointed, and after seeing clearly, his gaze suddenly stopped.
When the demon died, it should have turned into its original form, but because Ming Yi himself used a human body and had no original form, the ground should now be covered with human remains, bones and blood, but now.
On the ground lay a pool of nameless, wriggling matter, like a bloody swamp filled with countless cold-blooded, boneless soft worms wriggling. The mottled marks resembled dark eyes, open mouths, outstretched limbs, and tentacles, so dense that it gave off an indescribable chill.
Ming Yueyi only took a look at the things on the ground, and countless sad and lingering whispers of the young man flooded into his mind, as if they were close to his ears, yet seemed to be just an illusion.
She seemed to see the nameless mass on the ground open its mouth and call her excitedly.
Senior sister, senior sister, look at me, I'm here, look at me.
She looked to the right, and the left side started calling again. She looked to the left, and the right side started again. Her only pair of eyes was overwhelmed.
Those indescribable things were like the boy acting coquettishly, and also like a threat. If she couldn't find him, he would wrap himself around her, crawl all over her body, and use his tail and sticky liquid to wrap her up like the uterus that nurtures a child, so that they could live and die together.
Time was running out, so she leaned down, trying to find him as quickly as possible, but there were too many of them, and she couldn't tell which one was the real her. She couldn't help but reach out to search among the body parts.
After searching for a long time, she finally saw it.
She smiled with her eyes raised, hunger arose in her empty stomach, and she opened her lips to eat it.
"Junior sister!"
Ming Yueyi felt a sudden pain in his wrist, and turned his distracted eyes to look at He Wujiu, "What's wrong, Senior Brother?"
"Junior sister, what are you doing?" He Wujiu had a complicated expression, and was still holding her hand that was about to lick the blood and mud.
Just now she came over to take a look at the squirming flesh on the ground, and suddenly reached out to touch it. He thought she just wanted to see what it was, but unexpectedly she suddenly picked up the stump that was chopped into a pool of mud by the sword and opened her mouth to eat it.
Perhaps it was because He Wujiu's usually gentle tone was tinged with sharpness that Mingyueyi was pulled out of the deformed and strange illusion. Her eyelashes trembled and she looked down at the blood-stained fingers in front of her.
What was she doing? It seemed like she had found the thing that had been calling her Senior Sister and wanted to swallow it and give birth to it.
Thinking that he was almost about to eat this thing, Mingyueyi's face changed and he turned around and retched.
"vomit--"
Seeing this, He Wujiu handed over a silk handkerchief.
Ming Yueyi took it with a pale face, covering his lips. Looking at the meat paste that had stopped moving beside him, he still felt sick in his stomach: "Brother, this thing is not right, it needs to be burned."
He Wujiu threw fire into the meat paste.
Soon the remains were burned to ashes, leaving only ashes and a strange fragrance on the ground.
He Wujiu said, "This monster is very strange. Its body is dead, but its flesh is still alive. It can even bewitch people. Junior Sister almost got bewitched."
Ming Yueyi's complexion recovered a little, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
He Wujiu shook his head and turned to look at her with a gaze as warm as warm water: "I wonder what Junior Sister saw just now?"
What did you see?
Mingyueyi couldn't say it.
Because she saw many Puyuemin on the ground, each young man had an iron chain hanging around his neck, his face was pale and cold, his eyes were resentful, and occasionally he stared at her with morbid love, asking her to eat him.
In the end, Mingyueyi made up an excuse to get away with it, and He Wujiu didn't ask any further. He had been preoccupied with other things since he was injured.
Mingyueyi had no mood to stay here any longer, so he left first, while He Wujiu stayed where he was and looked at the ashes on the ground.
For no reason, he raised his hand and pressed his shoulder blade, a look of contemplation covering his handsome face.
Someone just tried to pierce him from behind.
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Ming Yueyi returned to the cave, sat at the table and drank a few bowls of calming tea. Only then did his right hand, which had held the sword, stop shaking.
When she wanted to kill He Wujiu, she accidentally encountered thunder. Although she was not hurt, the thunder reminded her.
He Wujiu should not die at this time. If she had to die, she should die on the day she broke through the realm, and become a stepping stone for her to kill her husband, prove her truth, and reach the realm of gods.
Ming Yueyi took off her makeup and hair, bathed herself to relieve her tiredness, tied her wet hair aside, and lay lazily on the small couch, letting her long black satin-like hair dry.
The attendant was wringing her hair out while she was thinking about what to do next.
After killing Ming Yi, Guan Qingyun was released from prison. All she had to do next was wait for the sect competition in a while and complete her final storyline.
She couldn't be sure if there would be any other accidents at that time, so she needed to be prepared.
Before she knew it, Mingyueyi felt sleepy even before her hair dried.
The wet long hair seemed to become heavy. She closed her eyes and leaned on her arms, revealing her slender neck, white pointed chin, and shoulders like the moon that formed a beautiful arc with her white arms.
The night moon climbed up the branches unnoticed, and the ground that had been burned during the day oozed out a sticky mass of blood and flesh, gradually forming a small white snake.
The snake grew bigger and bigger, and finally shed its skin and became a naked, beautiful young man.
He was lying on the ground, his skin was as white as snow, his long black hair wrapped around his slender body, his shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow, his buttocks were tight, and his erect red eyes were filled with bright red tears of blood.
He was still thinking about the day.
The senior sister is so nice to the eldest brother. She panics when the eldest brother gets hurt.
Senior sister is too partial.
He slowly stood up, the cold moonlight splitting his tall nose into light and dark, his scarlet vertical pupils turning into pure black round peach blossom eyes, thick jealousy and resentment overflowing from his eyes.
Senior sister is too partial. He is obviously her junior fellow apprentice. How can she be so partial to him?
The moon was hidden in the thick black fog, and when it came out again, the young man on the ground had disappeared.
In the candlelit bedroom, the maid had already wrung out the wet hair and put it aside before leaving. The woman on the soft couch was still sleeping, her curved eyebrows and plump cheeks like flawless jade. The soft light fell on her plump figure, and her waist-cinching long skirt outlined her round and smooth beauty.
She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't notice the window had been pushed open.
A young man with fair skin and black hair was lying on the window outside, tapping the window sill with his skinny long fingers, staring at her with his slender peach blossom eyes, his pupils so black that they exuded a sinister and ghostly aura.
He lay outside the window and looked at Mingyueyi in the room for a long time, then slowly slid down from the window like a snake and stood naked on the floor in the room, with his long hair hanging on the ground.
As he walked towards her, the muscles of his long legs were smooth as he moved, his waist and abdomen were tight, and his skin was very thin, with the bulging blue veins faintly visible under the skin.
When he stood in front of Mingyueyi, the sleeping creature had already stood up excitedly.
Just looking at her like this made him feel happy, so he stepped onto the small couch, sat on her waist, and gently hugged her.
"Senior Sister..." The young man's clear voice trembled slightly, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck that exuded a faint fragrance. He sniffed it enthusiastically as if he had found a treasure. All his resentment disappeared the moment he saw her.
"Senior Sister, why don't you eat me?"
As long as she eats him during the day, he will be in her uterus, she will give birth to him, and develop another kind of close and inseparable relationship with him in the world.
Every mother loves her child, and she will love him too.
But she just wouldn't eat him.
The gloomy resentment that rose up again made him bite her neck, and saliva oozed out from under his tongue, unable to help but leak out the poisonous juice that accelerated her estrus.
He couldn't help but lie on her with wet eyes and panting. His fair face was faintly red as if he had cried out loudly. Xinzi couldn't help but stretch out his lips, his eyelids drooped, and he felt extremely comfortable.
Ming Yueyi vaguely heard a sound and wanted to open her eyes but found that they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and her heart sank.
□*□
Like mating with a snake.
When she exerted a little more force, her body twitched uncontrollably.
As she was about to reach the top, she vaguely heard an obsessed murmur.
"Senior Sister, I am the only one who has formed a pact with you."
Hearing the familiar voice, Mingyueyi suddenly opened his eyes and covered his chest, blinking his misty eyes as he looked around.
There was no boy, no snake, no unknown sticky snake fluid, and she was even still on the small couch in her bedroom.
Mingyueyi lowered her eyes, looked at her neatly dressed body, and took heavy, disordered breaths.
It's just a dream.
Ever since she killed Pu Yuemin and cleaned up his body, even every drop of blood, he has never appeared again like he did before, so he must be dead.
Dreaming about him now might be an illusion caused by the fact that I was almost possessed during the day.
Mingyue collapsed on the soft couch as if exhausted, and her mood slowly returned to calm along with the cold moon outside the window.
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After the autumn rain, the weather gradually became cooler. After the first snow fell, Qingyun Sect was covered in white snow, and the winter mountains seemed to be sleeping, wrapped in silver.
The sect competition was approaching, and many disciples from other sects had arrived one after another, making each peak bustling with activity.
After coming out of the dungeon and recuperating for a few days, Guan Qingyun has recovered his health and comes to see Mingyueyi all day long.
It was snowing lightly outside, and the stove in the room was burning brightly. The warmth melted the snow piled on the windowsill. From inside came the crisp sound of iron hitting each other and the low murmur of a young girl.
"Ming Yueyi, tell me, what's wrong with Second Senior Brother? I haven't seen him for several days. He's not in seclusion or practicing anymore, so why doesn't he go out all day?"
Guan Qingyun was puzzled by Li Changming's strange behavior.
In the past, he loved the hustle and bustle, especially before the sect competition, when he liked to study the rookie disciples of other sects. Now no one knew what he was doing, and he was not seen all day. She was really bored being alone, so she came to find Mingyueyi.
Ming Yueyi turned around and placed the spirit stone tempered in the furnace on the newly forged sword, shaking his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't seen Second Senior Brother for a long time."
It seemed that she had seen him when she and He Wujiu were about to form a bond, and then she gave him a red ruby coral and never saw him again.
Guan Qingyun scooped a spoonful of ice water for her and poured it on the iron sword. Listening to the crackling sound of the fire going out, he said in a depressed voice, "It's not just Second Senior Brother, but also Junior Junior Brother. I haven't seen him for a long time. I heard that he didn't even participate in this sect competition. I don't know how long he will be in seclusion."
Mingyueyi calmly put the spirit stone away and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.
Guan Qingyun put down the wooden spoon and was about to say that she knew nothing, when she suddenly saw her put the sword in front of her.
"Junior sister, this sword is for you."
Guan Qingyun's eyes fell on the slender bronze sword, which was embellished with golden spirit stones. Although it was not as good as the famous swords forged by powerful people, it was also a good sword full of spiritual power.
"For me?"
Ming Yueyi's eyes curved into a smile, dimples forming on her cheeks. "Well, the sword I saw you wearing was already broken. This sword is made for you. Whether it's the shape, weight, or length of the sword, you should be able to handle it."
Guan Qingyun has been with Ming Yueyi these days and witnessed with his own eyes how much effort she put into making this sword. He never expected that it was actually a gift for her.
She accepted it happily, and forgot what she was going to say, and tried out her sword skills neatly.
It is indeed as Mingyueyi said, it is extremely satisfactory and handy.
"What a great sword!" Guan Qingyun turned around and looked at her with delight, as if he was going to use the sword and not stay any longer. Mingyueyi smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. Go and try it."
"Thank you, senior sister." Guan Qingyun said sweetly, clasped her fists, and happily left with the sword.
After Guan Qingyun left, Ming Yueyi turned around and went back to the furnace. He calmly pulled out another sword from the bottom and injected a powerful sword intent into it.
This was given to her by He Wujiu.
If she kills him, it will attract the attention of Heaven, but what if he kills himself?
Ming Yueyi looked at the sharp sword, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her fingertips brushed across the sword with a smile in her bright eyes.
The sword is ready, and the next step is the covenant ceremony.
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As two direct disciples of Fenjing Peak, the contract they wanted to form would not be as simple as that of others. In addition, since it happened to be the sect competition, Qingyun Sect planned to make a big event to bring good luck to the sect competition.
This marriage ceremony was held with as grand ceremony as the marriage of a prince in the mortal world. The cave was built with green jade, the bed was made of coral, the curtains were made of crystal, and carpets covered every path in the Qingyun Sect. There were cranes flying around, spirit deer leading the way, and the sedan chair was made of gold.
The scene alone is extremely luxurious, let alone the rest.
Ming Yueyi had not rested since last night. She dressed up, burned incense and took a bath. She did not sit in the curtained sedan chair until the dawn broke and the cranes cried, announcing that the time had come.
The matchmaker who came to pick up the bride saw that she had a smile on her face, which showed that she was looking forward to the wedding. She couldn't help but feel that she was also infected by the bride's joy and was in a good mood.
After the matchmaker helped Mingyueyi to the sedan chair, she walked over to He Wujiu, who was also dressed in wedding clothes, and said with a smile, "Master Dao, your wife is so happy and smiling. Your marriage will surely be harmonious and happy."
He Wujiu smiled and looked at the figure in the sedan chair. His handsome eyes were mixed with gentleness and he ordered his spirit servant to give a reward.
After Xiao Zhu gave the reward, Xi Po said more flattering words, but He Wujiu did not listen carefully. He waited slowly for Xi Po to finish speaking, then rode on the tall spiritual deer and headed towards the Prajna Platform.
At this moment, people were toasting each other in the Prajna Palace, and the elders from all the major sects were congratulating Daoist Lord Juezhen, with indescribable envy in their tone.
The way of the sword is difficult to practice. It takes hundreds of years for a peerless genius to appear. There are even fewer disciples who can practice the way of the sword at a young age and reach the peak of the fifth level. However, there are many sword-cultivating geniuses under the tutelage of Lord Juezhen.
I heard that a young genius was added not long ago. He has only been practicing for a year but has broken through several realms.
However, the one they envied the most was He Wujiu, who won the first place in every sect competition.
"Jiezhen Daojun truly has a keen eye." The headmaster of the Illusionary Palace poured a glass of wine and said respectfully, "Each of your disciples is a true dragon among men, leaving us far behind."
Daoist Master Juezhen stroked his beard and smiled, his spirits brightening due to the festivities of today. "You are too polite, Yuxuzi. I heard that your disciples have made considerable progress in their cultivation. Perhaps you will need to show some mercy this time."
Yuxuzi laughed heartily, "Sword Master, you're too polite."
After saying that, he drank the wine, and then the other leaders and elders came to congratulate him.
Daoist Master Juezhen felt dizzy after a few drinks. He had just put his hand to his forehead when he heard Yuxuzi, who had just spoken, raise his voice in surprise, "Sword Master truly values this covenant ceremony so much that he even brought out the Red Jade Bell."
Red Jade Bell? Daoist Master Juezhen thought he had misheard and waved his hand, saying, "The Red Jade Bell was broken a long time ago."
The Red Jade Bell is an ancient artifact and was the treasure of the Qingyun Sect a long time ago. But ten years ago, the great demon Zhu Yan wanted to escape from the Futu Sea and release the Xuanque monster to wreak havoc on the world. He used the Red Jade Bell to suppress the Xuanque, and the Red Jade Bell was broken for no reason a year ago.
But after Daoist Master Juezhen finished speaking, someone else said, "Not only the Red Jade Bell, but also the Shura Tower and the Burning Purification Stick... These, these are all long-lost artifacts! I didn't expect they were all in Qingyun Sect."
What artifact?
How would the outside world know that it was in Qingyun Sect?
Taoist Juezhen raised his drunken eyes, and when he saw the divine weapon hanging high in the sky, his gaze suddenly paused.
Many artifacts were destroyed long ago, so why are they still here?
Taoist Juezhen suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head to look around, but found that everyone present was attracted by the divine weapon, with longing on their faces and a look of madness.
Some people use sacred artifacts to arouse people's greed. This is to... sacrifice to the Tao.
Taoist Juezhen suddenly stood up and wanted to wake everyone up, but the sedan chair pulled by the spirit deer had arrived.
The young man in the golden crown and red robe seemed oblivious to the scene before him. He dismounted from the spirit deer and stood before the sedan chair, saying softly, "Junior sister, you can come out now. Congratulations from all sides are the excitement you've been waiting for."
Ming Yueyi had a veil on his head and could not see the scene in front of him, but he vaguely felt that today seemed too quiet, which was different from what he said about congratulations from all directions.
"Junior sister?"
After a long while without her getting off the sedan chair, He Wujiu's gentle features showed a hint of surprise, and then a hint of helplessness. He stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and extended his hand: "Junior sister, it's time to get off, otherwise the auspicious time will pass."
Ming Yueyi lowered her eyes and saw the hand in front of her through the veil. The knuckles were distinct, and the skin was thin and pale, like delicate human skin covering white bones, with a cold, jade-like luster.
It doesn't look like the hand that holds a sword all year round, but rather like the hand that holds a pen and plays with jade, a pampered hand, and is sickly white.
"Junior sister?"
He Wujiu's voice called her again.
Mingyueyi hesitated for a few moments, then raised his hand and let it go.
When the people outside the sedan chair saw her outstretched slender fingers, the corners of their lips curled up into a smile, and they tightened their fingers to hold her soft hand, slowly pulling her down from the sedan chair.
"Junior sister, today is our covenant ceremony. I have prepared many things for you. You will definitely like them." His smiling voice lingered happily in her ears.
Ming Yueyi replied softly, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
This time he didn't speak again, and paused for a moment while holding her hand. Then he returned to normal and took her forward, continuing to think about the future.
"Junior sister, if you like to practice swordsmanship at the top of Fenjing Peak, I will accompany you to practice swordsmanship in the future. If you like to go to the foot of the mountain to play and feel the hustle and bustle, I will also accompany you. No matter what you want to do, I can accompany you."
He restrained his words, but there was a suppressed tremor in the last part of his voice, and there was an indescribable weirdness in every word.
Ming Yueyi didn't respond at all, feeling the hand holding her was as cold as ice.
On the Prajna stage, red silk was rustling in the wind, auspicious birds were singing, and a tall and graceful young man in red clothes was leading his bride up the stairs step by step.
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