After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 49 Liu Xubai Oral Past
With his spiritual power sealed off, Jing Hong is now an ordinary person in very good health. Even though he has spiritual power to warm and nourish his meridian body, he no longer listens to him at all and is used by him.

Liu Xubai let go of his neck, and before Jing Hong could catch his breath, the spiritual power in his palm slammed into Jing Hong's abdomen again. It wasn't fatal, but it made him fall to the ground weakly, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"What?" He leaned against the stone and panted heavily, pulling the corner of his mouth, blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, "Is the majestic Liu Xianjun also trapped by the demons in his heart, or even bewitched by it?"

No matter how much Jing Hong hates Liu Xubai, he has to admit that he is not sober about Shu Nong and has done some incomprehensible things, but in other respects he is a veritable leader of the righteous way. Bai, even in a fit of rage, he would not be able to do such a thing of sneak attacking and mutilating fellow disciples.

Liu Xubai closed his eyes, letting the demonic energy of the heart demon wrap around his wrist, looking down at Jing Hong with the aura of a superior.

"I used to be like you when I was a child. I was strangled by the neck and pressed on a stone, and put my lifeline in the hands of others. The hatred is unforgettable." He said slowly, "But 700 years of vicissitudes, I have such Power, tolerate Shu Nong, tolerate Shu Yue, tolerate the Shu family, but why do you think that I will tolerate you?"

Liu Xubai's face turned cold, seeing Jing Hong's weakness, he also sat on the ground, watching him wiping blood and gasping for breath, thinking: "I have investigated Yan Chang'an."

He seemed to have finally found someone to confide in, and he couldn't wait to spit out the words held in his head, even though the person in front of him had always been at odds with him.

"Speaking of it." He smiled slightly, "Looking at the past and temperament alone, Lu Wangyihe should be your disciple, and Yan Changan should be my disciple."

Jing Hong wiped the bright red from the corners of his lips casually: "What do you want to say?"

"Yan Chang'an is very similar to me." Liu Xubai looked at him, "When I was six years old, the city I lived in was slaughtered by demons. My parents tried their best to save me a way out. At that time, there were 18 monks in Yucheng. After the family left, the city was full of people, only 39 people remained, and all of them were children."

Jing Hong's eyelashes trembled.

Liu Xubai seemed to be just recalling a more impressive event in the past, without any ups and downs in emotion.

"At that time when I walked out of the house, I stepped on blood, and the well was also pumped out of blood, and the ground was bright red. I looked up, but I didn't see the bright sun in the sky, the Cangshan trees, only the high mountains of corpses and the blood under my feet. Hai." He said, "There are too many dead bodies to bury, and I cried with 38 other children, and then I took all the belongings I could take away, and set fire to the entire Yucheng."

"Hengyuan Xianjun once said that although the land of Yucheng in Lianzhou is remote, it is beautiful, birds, animals, flowers and plants show the aura of heaven and earth, and guests in luxurious houses highlight the prosperity here. Given time, there will be a large number of talents."

Jing Hong frowned slightly, and looked into Liu Xubai's eyes.

Xianjun Hengyuan is his senior brother who has been in seclusion for a long time, and the master who taught Liu Xubai this ability.

"Beautiful, talented people come forth in large numbers." Liu Xubai chuckled lightly, with a bit of sarcasm that made Jing Hong even more suspicious, "The Chaobai group of idiots slaughtered Yucheng just because of these words."

He stared at Jing Hong closely: "But at that time, where is the Immortal Lord Hengyuan who brought disaster to Yucheng by saying those words?"

Jing Hong's eyebrows twitched so hard that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"At that time Cangyuan Jianzong had a feast of guests from all over the world. There were a lot of wine and wine, singing and dancing, and Immortal Hengyuan was very drunk. When he heard the news and rushed over the next day, Yucheng had been completely burned by a fire."

Liu Xubai then tore off a Cangyuan flower swaying in the wind.

"This is the beginning of troubled times. Chaobai will give Cangyuan Sword Sect and the entire human world a blow."

Since some people say that there are outstanding people here, and there will be a large number of talents in the future, then the demons will slaughter this place. For thousands of years, there will be no more talents here.

With the blood of 18 people, the chapter of the battle between humans and demons was opened.

"Later, I went into exile with other people and survived until I was 15 years old. When I was fighting with others and was hacked to death, I was rescued by Hengyuan who was passing by and traveling. He valued my talent and accepted me as a disciple. I practiced penance for 50 years, and met Shu Nong during my travels, two years later, the war between humans and demons broke out completely, Shu Nong sacrificed the sword for the common people, I picked up the green light, and killed Chaobai."

"Afterwards, Shu Nong died, and I suddenly possessed a power that I didn't dare to expect before, and became No.1 in a flash."

Liu Xubai picked off the petals of the Cangyuan flower one by one, and looked at Jing Hong who didn't know whether he was unwilling to speak or didn't know what to say: "Sometimes I feel that fate is tricky, and I have spent a long time hating Master, but he was the one who pulled me back from the brink of death and led me into the fairy gate."

"Have you read the storybooks at the foot of the mountain?" He smiled, "My past has now been written into a book of ups and downs by those who wrote the book. My life experience is miserable, I am struggling to survive, and when I am about to leave Ushering in the turning point of my life, various encounters since then have pushed me to where I am today. People who ascend to high positions must have a miserable past, don’t they?”

Jing Hong opened his mouth, not knowing whether he should defend his senior or be moved by his sudden distress.

What exactly is he trying to do?Use the miserable past to impress him, and then what?Let him feel guilty, shake hands with him and make peace with him, and love each other?

"What are you trying to say?" He moved, gasping for breath and trying to sit up straight against the stone.

Liu Xubai's attack is not light, he will pull out a burst of sharp pain when he moves a little, but his spiritual power has been sealed by Liu Xubai, and he can't even relieve it!
damn it.

Liu Xubai watched him struggle coldly: "Do you know the difference between me and the protagonist in the storybook?"

How did he know!

Jing Hong was angry.

He knows what's the difference between him and Huabenzi? !Isn't it all him!

Jing Hong was speechless.

He didn't need Jing Hong's answer, and said to himself: "Under the fairy gate, most of the protagonists in the human world storybooks are righteous, open and tough, and I—"

He lowered his head and threw down the Cangyuan flower with only two petals left in his hand: "I entered Cangyuan, and I never dared to forget the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in Yucheng. After 50 years of penance, I got a chance by chance. "

His voice has softened a lot, his face is no longer calm, and gradually tinged with pain: "I went to the library and peeked at a forbidden book, and after that I spent nearly a month. General attention, copy this book."

"That book is called "Handing the Sword". The first twelve chapters all record some bloodthirsty fierce swords, and explain in detail how to raise a fierce sword. I turned to No.12, but I couldn't find one. Satisfied, most of those murderous swords have to be bred with blood, and tens of thousands of people have to be slaughtered to raise a murderous sword, and even in the end, the person holding the sword is controlled by the sword and becomes mad, but—”

"But." There was a bit of excitement on his face, but his voice became softer, "I turned to the last article."

(End of this chapter)