Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Chapter 157

Since he didn't rest for a moment on the way, Hai Jing was already extremely tired, his long hair tied with a wooden hairpin was a little messy, and his clothes were not as neat as usual.He took a deep breath, calmed his breathing, and cast a pair of peach blossom eyes on Feng Xiangyue, without any smile at all.

"You...how did you come here?" Feng Xiangyue saw Hai Jing angry with her for the first time, and she didn't feel guilty, and her words seemed to lack confidence.

"Why did I come here? Shouldn't you be asking yourself this question?" Hai Jing said coldly, stepped forward a few steps, and stood still in front of Feng Xiangyue, "You once told me that everything can be done It should be said and shared, what about you? Why did you leave me to come to this kind of place?!"

Having said that, he turned his eyes to Wu Sixuan, "You're still with this bad-hearted guy, what's the matter with your clothes!"

Feng Xiangyue was stunned for a moment, and found that Hai Jing's words were full of jealousy, and hurriedly said, "It's not what you think, I'm here just to learn about your background..."

"Since you also know that this matter is related to me, why did you hide it from me!" Hai Jing said, and gave Wu Sixuan another look, "What did this bastard say to you!"

Feng Xiangyue was also in a hurry, and grabbed Hai Jing's arm, "Stop thinking about it, now is not the time to talk about such things!" He reached out to Mu Xiangling, "That man is your biological father, and now He didn't know what nonsense Wu Sixuan said, but he wanted to bring Hai Yingxing back to life!"

Hai Jing was startled when he heard this, and followed Feng Xiangyue's fingers with his eyes, and saw a haggard man staggering towards him.In the end, Mu Xiangling stood still in front of Haijing, looking at his face, as if seeing a treasure he had been looking for for a long time, and was ecstatic.

"Haijing...you are Haijing...you are really similar to me, you are very similar to Yingxing...you are my child, and you are also Yingxing's child..." Mu Xiangling spoke incoherently with his lips trembling with excitement , gently caressing Hai Jing's face with fingers like a dead tree.

Hai Jing looked at the man who seemed to be walking out of a grave in front of him, his thoughts were confused, his mind was turbulent, his lips moved for a while, but he still couldn't say the word "father".

Mu Xiangling didn't care, and turned towards Hai Yingxing's corpse, "Hai Jing, wait a little longer, just wait a little longer, and I can bring Yingxing back to life. By then, the three of us can live together ,never separate……"

Hai Jing always felt that there was a strange ominous feeling in his heart that was about to break through the ground, and his eyes slowly moved to the ground, as if he didn't dare to cast a glance, but had to do so.

When Hai Yingxing's familiar face came into view, Hai Jing was finally stunned.He didn't expect that after nearly four years, he could see Hai Yingxing's gentle face again, just like the tenderness of holding him to play and sleeping with him, as if these days, he didn't really leave.

When he came back to his senses, tears had already rolled down Hai Jing's face, dripping onto the skirt of his clothes, seeping silently.

Seeing Hai Jing cry for the first time, Feng Xiangyue felt her heart twist, and wanted to comfort her, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak.

Mu Xiangling took out a red pill from the porcelain bottle, sat down, gently supported the back of Hai Yingxing's neck, and sent the pill to his lips, his expression full of anticipation.

Seeing this, Feng Xiangyue flew forward to stop him, but Wu Sixuan leaped out, grabbed the Dragon Cloud Sword from Hai Jing's waist, unsheathed it, and slashed straight at Hai Jing!

"Hai Jing!" Feng Xiangyue stopped, turned around and struck out, Luoxia sword was stretched out, and it was in front of Longyun sword.The crisp sound finally brought Hai Jing back to Shensi, he hurriedly turned his gaze to Feng Xiangyue, and heard the other party shouting sharply: "Leave this bastard to me, you go and stop your father!"

Hai Jing gritted her teeth and jumped forward, but unexpectedly, Wu Sixuan took a step back, and when Feng Xiangyue drew out his sword, a hidden weapon was thrown out.

Feng Xiangyue was startled, the edge of the sword was slightly deflected, and was suddenly held by Wu Sixuan under his armpit.In an instant, those hidden markers touched Hai Jing's back, and in just a moment, they could take Hai Jing's life.

However, at the next moment, Hai Jing slid away from an incredible angle to avoid it.The hidden mark rubbed against his lapel, moved forward quickly, and hit Zhu Xinjian directly.

Accompanied by the tinkling sound, the Heart-Zhujian Sword continued to cry, like the roar of a wild beast. The sword energy was like a strong wind, and the resentment and evil energy contained in it also flowed into the air, making the wind pleasing to the eyes. Wu Sixuan frowned unbearably, and couldn't even move his footsteps.

Because Hai Jing is very close to Zhu Xinjian at this moment, Feng Xiangyue felt worried. When he looked over, he saw Hai Jing staring blankly at Zhu Xinjian, as if attracted by the bewitching blood light, slowly Go slowly towards it.

"Hai Jing! Hai Jing!" Feng Xiangyue tried to call out a few times, but seeing that Hai Jing didn't respond, he turned around and twisted Wu Sixuan's collar, "What did you do to that sword!"

"I'm wronged, that sword is full of hostility, and I dare not touch it." Wu Sixuan spread his hands and laughed, "However, the devil's teaching mentality came out of it, and the condensed body on it The skills of several generations of Demon Sect leaders, and Mu Xiangling has also injected internal energy into it, so it will attract Hai Jing."

Feng Xiangyue felt increasingly suspicious, "Attracted to Hai Jing? Why!"

"Then there's no need to ask? Because what Hai Jing learned is exactly the mental method of the Demon Sect." Wu Sixuan took it for granted.

For a moment, Feng Xiangyue released Wu Sixuan as if his strength had been taken away, and he was powerless to lament.He should have thought of this fact a long time ago, but he was still unwilling to face it directly, which led to the current situation, and he felt extremely guilty.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Sixuan continued to smile and said, "Hai Jing was born to Mu Xiangling with a subordinate of the Demon Sect after he was deprived of his sanity by the Xinzhu Sword. Not long after he was born, he was thrown into blood by Mu Xiangling." The poisonous water in the pool is impregnated with the foundation of the demon sect's internal strength. After he was granted the mental method at a young age, he was often thrown into the dense forest of Lingxian Peak to face wolves, tigers and leopards. In the cruel environment, his internal strength and physical skills grew rapidly, but he also possessed A heart that will do whatever it takes to survive."

Hearing this, Feng Xiangyue felt particularly regretful in her heart, and wanted to step forward to hold Hai Jing, but still couldn't get close.Wu Sixuan patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "Don't you understand? Only Hai Jing can approach that sword, and only Hai Jing can control it. That's why he appears here."

"That is to say, you deliberately lured me here under the pretext of your life experience, just to lure Hai Jing to get the Xinzhu Sword. Because you know that if you tell Hai Jing directly about the Demon Sect, it will only make him suspicious. I will never come here on my own initiative!" Feng Xiangyue looked at Wu Sixuan coldly, hating herself for being so impulsive.

"But you did know Hai Jing's life experience because of this, didn't you? I didn't lie to you." Wu Sixuan said, the emotion in his eyes gradually settled, and he reached out to Feng Xiangyue affectionately, "And these days It was a real pleasure to spend time with you."

"Stop talking about these nonsense!" Feng Xiangyue waved his hand away, "I just ask you, what will happen if Hai Jing touches that sword!"

Wu Sixuan withdrew his hands resentfully, and sighed softly, "There is something special about the internal strength of the Devil's Cult. If you can break through the third level, even if you don't deliberately practice it, you can gradually strengthen it in the process of practicing martial arts. Then it will stagnate, and at this time, it needs the help of Zhuxinjian to reach the seventh floor."

"Which level is Hai Jing's current skill?" Feng Xiangyue asked.

Wu Sixuan stroked his chin, and said slowly: "When Hai Jing was seven years old, the Demon Cult was attacked by decent people for the first time. Those people saw that they could not win, so they simply took him away in the chaos, but unexpectedly, after going down the mountain, Hai Jing suddenly broke out. , killed them all, and exiled them to the land of war. At that time, Hai Jing’s cultivation was at a bottleneck, probably because of that fight, he unintentionally broke through the third floor, and now... I’m afraid it’s close to the seventh floor.”

"So, as long as Hai Jing touches that sword, his strength will increase greatly?" Feng Xiangyue gritted his teeth.

"That's right, but we don't know if his sanity was still there at that time." Wu Sixuan spread his hands easily, "You have to know that the reason why Hai Jing lost his previous memory was because he broke through the third floor. When I was too young, it put a great burden on my body."

"Hmph, the leader of the Devil's Cult really confessed everything to you, what method did you use?" Feng Xiangyue suddenly relaxed her body, no longer as anxious as before.

Wu Sixuan smiled triumphantly, "Of course it's because of the resurrection pill. Mu Xiangling only has Hai Yingxing in his heart now, and these things don't matter to him at all."

After that, he scratched his face and glanced at Hai Jing, "Hai Jing is about to get the Sword of Punishing Heart, why are you not in a hurry?"

Feng Xiangyue sneered, "Since it can improve Hai Jing's skill, why should I stop it? As long as I'm here, Hai Jing won't lose his mind!"

Wu Sixuan was taken aback, feeling particularly uncomfortable.Just as he was about to speak, he felt a burst of internal energy rushing towards him like a sea wave, which made his heart shudder, his body trembled, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Looking again, Hai Jing's hand had already grasped the hilt of the Xinzhu Sword, and the veins on the hilt that looked like vines instantly turned bright red, like blood veins bulging, shining with a bewitching luster.

Hai Jing held the long sword in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became violent.Scenes of childhood experiences flashed before my eyes like floating lights, the sea of ​​bright red blood, the stinky poison pool, and the green eyes of the beasts, all gradually awakened from the depths of memory, like sharp knives, Pierce into the bottom of my heart.

But among them, there is a ray of warmth mixed in, as if the arrow of light that splits the darkness cleans away all the pain and sorrow.

It is a memory that does not belong to him, a past that does not belong to him, but it is the reason why he is here at this moment.