He was able to see the light again, but lost the most beautiful color in his eyes. What's the difference between whether these eyes can be kept?

Muxi's wine cellar is very large, with more than ten rows of wooden racks neatly arranged inside. The wooden racks are divided into squares of varying sizes. Among them, there are lotus stamens, cold pond fragrance, autumn dew white, bamboo leaves green, golden stem dew, Taixi white, plum blossom wine... There are many types, everything is available.

But Muxi disciples have always come by themselves, and no one will drink most of the time. These wines have always appeared only at wedding banquets, and Song Wangchen is even more self-confessed. No matter how many worries he has in his heart, he will not drink and get drunk. But today's exception is that he is not worried, but loses his heart.

Song Wangchen walked slowly in the aisle of the wine cellar, touching rows of fragrant wine with his fingertips. Finally, he stayed in front of the white porcelain bottle with the words "Thousand-day drunk". After taking it out, he opened the wine plug and poured it down. After Thousand-day drunk, he wanted to try it, whether it could be drunk and dreamless after drinking it, and completely forget her.

A bottle of drunkenness was poured down for thousands of days. Song Wangchen's cheeks were flushed, his mouth and heart were bitter, but his mind was full of Ji Nuan's shadow, his look of yelling at her, his smile, his look of coquettishness and pleasing himself, and his look of sadness and tears...

He kept shaking his head and trying to throw her out of his mind, but no matter how he shook it, it would be useless. Her every frown and smile always appeared in front of him. He angrily threw the porcelain bottle in his hand on the ground, and then took a bottle of cold pond fragrance and poured it into his mouth. After drinking, he smashed the porcelain bottle and continued to drink other wines.

Cheng Xiaorou and Tang Siyan stood at the wall, staring at Song Wangchen's actions in a mess, but did not come forward to stop him. If he needed to vent, they could only let him go.

"Who changed the wine here?" Song Wangchen asked angrily, and suddenly broke the wooden frame in front of him with a palm. With a "crackling" sound, the porcelain bottles on the wooden frame were shattered in response to the sound, and the pieces of wine and porcelain spilled all over the floor. What's the use of a pile of wine that cannot be intoxicating.

He took off the ring on his ring finger in anger and threw it into the pile of porcelain fragments. But when it gradually lost its direction in his eyes, he suddenly knelt on the ground frantically, searching for the ring in the fragments. When he found it, his hands were already pricked and bloody. He excitedly held it in his palm and pressed it tightly on his chest. After a moment, he stood up and strode towards the outsider of the wine cellar.

Cheng Xiaorou was already so heartbroken that she threw herself into Tang Siyan's arms and sobbed. Song Wangchen frowned and violently pulled her away. He pinched Tang Siyan's shoulder tightly with his bloody palm, and shouted anxiously: "Where is her way back, where is it?"

He was extremely powerful. Tang Siyan felt that his shoulder bone was about to be crushed by him, but he still said to him very calmly, "Let go first, and I will tell you when your emotions calm down."

"Speak, tell me quickly, where is it?" Song Wangchen pinched his strength but increased instead of reducing. His hazy eyes were full of ruthlessness, but Tang Siyan refused to say it. The ruthlessness in Song Wangchen's eyes gradually turned into murderous intent, and his big hand was about to reach his neck.

Cheng Xiaorou hurriedly slashed Song Wangchen's neck, but not only did he not faint, he pushed Tang Siyan away. When he looked back, his scarlet pupils stared at her fiercely. The fist wind that came towards her made her close her eyes, but she did not dodge, but just called "Senior Brother".

Song Wangchen's punch did not fall, and then hit the stone wall hard. When his fist moved out of the stone wall pit, the bloody back of his hand seemed extremely hideous and terrifying, and blood fell on the floor drop by drop. He seemed to have lost his sense of pain and smashed the stone wall again.

Tang Siyan hurriedly grabbed his wrist, stuffed Ji Nuan's ring into his hand, and said, "That day, she and I brought Yu Man out of a landscape painting. Our way back to modern times is in that painting. If you still want to find her, you have to find that painting first and stop torture yourself."

Song Wangchen calmed down a little, and remembered that Ji Nuan had been included in a landscape painting by Jiang Yu before. As long as he found that painting, he could find her, and then asked her in person why he had to abandon himself cruelly? He had clearly promised that she was willing to leave everything here with her to modern times. Why couldn't she wait for him to wake up and leave together?

He held the ring and quickly returned to the South Courtyard, washed away the blood in his hands, then took off his school uniform, changed back to the green clothes without blood, and also turned back to the ruthless, unrighteous, cold Song Jue.

When he arrived at the school ground, Tang Siyan immediately blocked his way and said in confusion: "Where are you going?"

"Eliminate the demons!" Song Wangchen left two cold words and disappeared in front of him.

Tang Siyan shook his head and sighed. He thought that Song Wangchen would look for the unknown landscape painting and search for Ji Nuan, but he did not expect that he would become the ruthless person who was lonely and lonely, who was only thinking about killing demons and eliminating demons.

"Senior brother has the world in his heart. He must have wanted to kill the Blood Demon and go to find Junior Sister Ji without any scruples." Cheng Xiaorou murmured to herself, then suddenly turned to face Tang Siyan and asked with a smile: "If the senior brother retrieved the painting, will you go back?" Although she tried her best to hide her panic, her eyes were filled with tears without mercy.

"Where my wife is my home, I will stay by your side for the rest of my life, and you can't even drive it away!"

Tang Siyan smiled and went to Cheng Xiaorou's shoulder again. She shyly turned her back, lowered her eyes and murmured: "Who is your wife? We haven't gotten married yet." Two red glows on her cheeks quickly spread behind her earlobes, which were even more delicate than the cold plum on the plum peak.

"It doesn't count if you get a wedding room?" He asked, smiling with a look of despicability, and was very comfortable. Seeing that Cheng Xiaorou became more and more shy, he took her into her arms and said seriously: "Madam, after pacifying the demons, I will definitely make up for you the greatest wedding, okay?"

"Yeah!" Cheng Xiaorou smiled and then said, "As the head of Muxi, I shouldn't be staying in Muxi to save my life. I will go down the mountain to advance and retreat with the disciples of Muxi. If you practice lowly, stay in Muxi and wait for me to return, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he covered his index finger on his lips. He said, "I said, I will be wherever my wife is. You have to protect me as a burden, otherwise you will have no husband."

Cheng Xiaorou curled her lips and smiled slightly, and nodded heavily. The two snuggled up on the school ground, adding countless poetic and picturesque to the empty dusk stream.

...

But outside the town at Muxi Mountain is another scene. Tens of thousands of demon soldiers wearing black armor, holding steel knives and battle axes are neatly arranged into ten long dragon benchmarks. In addition to standing in the air with golden swords, the leaders also have four powerful generals of the demon clan, Demon Devouring, Demon Evil, Demon Fighting, and Demon Claw.

Demon Devouring fell to the ground with a thousand pound hammer in his hand. He was eight feet tall and had a fierce face like a tiger. Demon Demon held a scimitar in his hands and carried it on his shoulders, and his body was as strong as a lion. Demon Holding a bone whip about half a meter long and hung to the ground, his golden pupils were as sharp as leopard eyes. Demon's body was dull as rhinoceros, and he held a Liuling golden mace with a face. Its foul face was half exposed, which made people intimidate.

Two days before obeying Jiang Yu's orders, Shuoli sent the news that the Immortal Sect was about to be destroyed back to the Demon Realm, the Demon King

Shuoheng was ambitious, so how could he send only one thousand people to fight against the Immortal Sect? He had already sent four demon generals and 30,000 elite troops to station in the Western Regions. After receiving a letter from Shuoli, he flattened the border city, Funing, and Wancheng, and finally arrived at Muxi.

Although all the thousands of demon soldiers were wiped out, Shuoli escaped by chance, he used his usual skills again and sent 20,000 elite soldiers to cause trouble among the hundred sects to break down the forces gathered by the hundred sects. The remaining tens of thousands of elite soldiers came to capture Muxi.

Song Wangchen's eyes were destroyed like a useless person, without any fear. His son was anxious to find the Blood Demon and had already left Muxi. In the huge Muxi, there was only a delicate female leader, Shuoli was naturally fearless.

Mo Yang led 500 Muxi disciples to stay outside the town, most of whom were female disciples of Meifeng. In this situation where the enemy was too many and we were few, they knew in their hearts that they could undoubtedly only give up their heads. Even so, none of Muxi disciples admitted their conscience. The long sword in their hands had already been deshewn and stared at the ten thousand demon soldiers without squinting.

"kill!"

Shuoli's big hand was paused, and the demon soldiers waved their weapons with high spirits, shouting in unison, "Kill!" and rushed all the way toward Muxi and others.

The four generals of the demon clan stood firmly, with only a few hundred people, and they were not willing to take action at all.

"Ah~" Accompanied by painful wails, hundreds of demon soldiers covered their bloody eyes, and the pain rolled all over the ground.

Shuoli looked up and saw Song Wangchen wearing a blue-clothed and blindfolded black cloth standing on a pine tree. The sword in his hand swung back and forth, cutting down tens of thousands of pine needles and hitting the demon soldiers' eyes. He never expected that Song Wangchen would be useless, and his sword was vigorous and powerful, and his whole body was full of hostility, as if he was a little intoxicated.

The demons never raise useless people. Shuo Li waved his hand and transformed into a black demonic energy, destroying all the demon soldiers who were destroyed on the ground with their eyes and screaming. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips. What could Song Wangchen have to do if he wants to turn the world around alone? It was simply a delusion.

"Senior Brother Song," many of Muxi's disciples exclaimed, and the solemnity in their eyebrows and eyes turned into joy in an instant. With Song Wangchen around, they felt more confident in their hearts. Even if they faced tens of thousands of demon soldiers, they might not lose this battle.

Song Wangchen closed his eyes tightly, listened to Mu Xi and the people in his ears, then leaned over and fell to everyone, holding a sword to block the demon soldiers in front of him.

"Brothers, let me kill all the men, so let's keep the girl for everyone to have fun?" Mo Shi smiled so much that he looked lewd, and raised the golden hammer in his hand and hit the ground hard, shaking the earth and storming the wind and clouds.

The demon soldiers all smiled lewdly, waved their weapons again, shouting "Kill, kill, kill!" Countless ghostly shadows stepped on the ground again, stirring up waves of wild sand.

Song Wangchen said nothing with one hand. Zhu Xie had already taken off his palm and pointed the sword tip straight at the demon soldiers. After turning around with his big hand three times, he hit the hilt of the sword with a fierce palm. In a moment, Zhu Xie frantically rotated and divided countless long blades that seemed to exist and were vague, and directly hit the demon soldiers.

The thousands of demon soldiers who rushed to the front almost had no chance to fight back, and were sealed by the empty long blade and turned into wisps of demonic energy and dissipated with the wind.

The four generals of the demon clan showed shock. This move was very similar to the "Ten Thousand Sword Shadows and Traces of Demon Subduing Formation" set up by thousands of disciples of Muxi led by Muhan a thousand years ago. Back then, Muxi defeated 30,000 elite soldiers of the demon clan, and forced the demon clan to sign a truce agreement. The demon king Shuoheng did not dare to take people out of the demon realm for a thousand years, because he was afraid of the power of this formation.
Chapter completed!