How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 514 is the most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (79)

   At the same time, Ke Changqing didn't dare to slack off. Between the lightning and flint, a piece of Begonia jade pendant came out of the sky and went towards Wen Xien's arm at a very fast speed.

   There was a slight sound of "Pff-", and the blood column spurted out. Wen Xien's snow-white clothes were stained with blood, like falling plums, like red beans, and then his arms hung down softly.

  Ke Changqing flew away, and before he could see clearly, he hugged the thin body that had collapsed, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

   The terrifying demon sect leader knelt heavily on the blood-stained gravel road, covered in dazzling scarlet.

  Only when the hot blood is really sprinkled on the skin, will there be the ultimate sense of reality and uncontrollable grief about death.

The people from the    Demon Sect were all around, and before they got close, they only heard the faint and unreal cries from the spring breeze.

Ke Changqing knelt on the ground for a long time, and there was a line of people all around him. Hao Guang called several sect masters, but got no response, so he walked forward on his knees, took Jingchen out of his arms, and immediately wrapped it in a handkerchief. A wound in his throat.

   Ke Changqing raised his head and followed Wen Xien's figure.

  Hao Guang finally saw how desolate the leader's face was—

His eyes showed a terrifying blood red, his eyes were red, and his face was mottled with blood, as if he was extremely afraid and cold, like an outlier trapped beast, his body kept shaking, his eyes were In such a panic, like a child abandoned by his relatives, he has no dignity and majesty that he used to look at the world.

   Hao Guang just wanted to help Wen Xien bandage the wound. After all, Ke Changqing's current situation doesn't look like he can take care of others.

   But Hao Guang didn't even hug the person, he was pushed away by Ke Changqing, Hao Guang backed away silently after being pushed away.

   "Call a doctor to see a doctor."

  Ke Changqing hugged the person in his arms tightly, saying word by word, slowly and calmly, sonorously and forcefully, raised his hand to wipe off a drop of blood from Wen Xien's cheek, Ke Changqing returned to normal, except for the terrible shaking of his hands.

   The wound on the throat was not very deep, but with the continuous breathing and blood flow, the white handkerchief was dyed through. It was scary to look at, and his life was hanging by a thread.

Ke Changqing was stunned, he pushed away the doctor who was sweating coldly, grabbed the bottles and jars and gauze, and then turned back. Treat the wound at the heart carefully.

   His face was expressionless throughout the whole process, his lips were tightly pursed, and only his slightly trembling hands betrayed the brutality that he could barely conceal.

   Until the blood on his neck stopped flowing, Ke Changqing collapsed to the ground. He looked very tired, leaned against the end of the bed and closed his eyes slightly.

   Wen Xien was injured and unconscious, and Ke Changqing fell ill overnight.

All of a sudden, people inside and outside the church panicked. Everyone tacitly kept silent about the Yuefu that day. No one knew what happened, but they were all clear in their hearts like a mirror. .

  This is probably not an ordinary disease, but a heart disease.

  Yejiao incense was lit in the hall, the doctor decocted medicines to cure the disease, and also applied needles to protect the heart veins, and then knelt on the futon not far away and waited quietly.

   Ke Changqing was not seriously ill. He just suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart when he stood up.

   At that moment, it was as if the soul had left the body, and the consciousness was first lost, followed by the overwhelming and entangled nightmare.

   He had a long, long dream.

   In a trance, he returned to the sky of that day, and the monk with cold brows stood in front of him, not far away.

  Clear eyebrows, a person as exquisite as jade carvings and snow, and a thin body makes people want to hug into his arms.

  Master Jingchen is a famous person in the world. Many people in the temple admire the great name of this master and go to burn incense to worship Buddha. They say that they worship Buddha, but they actually worship the master.

He was brought by such a big man, and he had seen too many people who fell in love with the master. He didn't understand love at the time, he only knew that those people looked at the master's eyes, which made him very uncomfortable and made him even give birth to a An urge to gouge out those people's eyes.

   On their way to Lanzhou, they rescued a man, the eldest son of a famous family.

   As a thank you, the man invited the master to spend the night with him at the mansion.

   It was late and there were no inns nearby, so the master agreed.

   When he was holding the lantern that night, the master noticed the ghost's breath.

   is indeed a ghost, or a ghost.

The outer courtyard of the bedroom is dimly lit, with winding paths. The man has a romantic character. There are many concubines. Floating, mind-boggling.

  Ke Changqing carried a small lantern in his hand and followed Wen Xien closely. From time to time, he looked at the blooming flowers with his eyes, a little curious and surprised at the same time.

When Ke Changqing turned his head inadvertently, he saw his eyes shone by the lanterns, like two obsidians, studded with long stars in the Milky Way, he was suddenly stunned, and even raised his hand, wanting to touch the monk sheep. A face as moist as fat jade.

  Wen Xien looked at him calmly, without any reaction to his actions, just suddenly asked, "What's the matter? Are you afraid?"

  There was no one around, it was terrifyingly empty, pavilions, towers, rockeries and rocks were dormant in the dark, except for the sound of insects chirping in the grass and the sound of fireflies shaking their wings, the surroundings were quiet and clear, with high walls and sparse shadows.

Ke Changqing shook his head and blinked his eyes firmly, indicating that he was not afraid at all. Wen Xien didn't look at him again, but just led him slowly towards the direction of the hall. Ke Changqing stared at the road under his feet and smelled the fragrance of the flowers. , Every step stepped on Wen Xien's footprints.

  Wen Xi'en looked at the closed door of the palace, and there was bright light inside, thinking that the man should not have gone to bed, so he gently pushed open a crack in the door, and turned back to the stunned Ke Changqing and said softly, "Come here, I will take you in."

The monk is petite and slender. Ke Changqing is a whole circle bigger than the monk. It was a little hard to get in. After a while of making a noise, he slipped in through the gap. There was too much movement, so he took Ke Changqing to bypass them and walked in from behind the curtain.

The sweet and greasy fragrance floated in the air, and the deeper it went, the more fragrant it became. It penetrated into people's bodies in every way. Ke Changqing felt a little hot. In front of him was the crimson curtain that covered the bed. There was only a layer of gauze. Qing, accompanied by soft tactility and moaning.

   (end of this chapter)