My Darling Sick Beauty

Blood dripped down the blade and fell into the soil.

Jiang Zheliu clenched the Lingxiao sword, and the knuckles of his fingers were almost exhausted and shattered, and bruises were cracked in the movement of his fingers.

He has not noticed any residual spiritual power in his body.

What I can see is the bright red that spreads and slips from the Lingxiao sword, dyeing the land of Shenzhou red inch by inch.

Jiang Zheliu propped up his body.

The meridians in his body have long been crushed by the impact of the boundary membrane, and now he can stand with a sword, but it is only half a step to maintain the realm of Jinxian.

The aura that was continuously extracted from the sky and the earth stopped immediately after the boundary membrane was repaired. The sky is covered with thick clouds, and the setting sun is like blood.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him calmed down, he paused for a moment, then opened it again, drew his sword, turned around, and put the Lingxiao sword into the sheath.

The Lingxiao Sword is the sword of the head of the Lingxiao faction, and it is also a symbol of the highest power of the Lingxiao faction. It crouched low in Jiang Zheliu's palm, uttering a deep tremor and a low cry, but then it was suddenly silent, and there was no sound.

When Jiang Zheliu turned around, the clouds in the sky spread and expanded behind him, and the radiance of the setting sun dyed the clouds, which was unparalleled, and his long black hair, which was like ink, turned into snow, which was obviously a loose and ethereal fairy robe. But it shows an extreme thinness.

The boundary membrane was repaired again, and the catastrophe that Shenzhou would face has disappeared in his palm.

Zhu Wuxin stood not far away and looked at him.

He looked at the long white hair of his senior brother Shengxue, freed from the restraint of the hair crown, and was blown by the wind in his ears, and watched the blood dripping on his robe that was never stained with dust, gradually expanding and becoming dazzling. of bright red.

He watched Jiang Zheliu put away his sword, and looked at the clouds behind him, as if heaven and earth were bidding farewell to him.

Zhu Wuxin didn't know if he was going to die.

He stared at Ling Xiaojian.

At the same time, he is watching this senior brother who has been pressing him for more than a thousand years.

Jiang Zheliu wanted to suppress the meridians that were agitating and scurrying around in the body, and calmly asked Zhu Wuxin, but he couldn't suppress it. After only two steps, he was stopped by the pain of the five internal organs, and stopped for a moment while holding the scabbard. The sweetness crept across the corners of his lips.

I wish Wuxin didn't come to help him.

However, Jiang Zheliu didn't need these. The more broken and fragile he was, the more he could feel a distinct sense of relief. If it wasn't too painful, he might still be able to smile at his junior brother now, and then entrust him with the Lingxiao faction.

It's just a matter of returning to the original owner. Jiang Zheliu thought.

The first head of the Lingxiao faction, Zhu Wenyuan, was Wuxin's biological father. He is just a disciple of Wen Yuan's mentor, and the younger brother in front of him is the one who has passed down the blood.

Jiang Zheliu walked up to the younger brother.

Clouds and mists are surging, waning clouds are covered, and the surging aura is revived. Above the peak that was originally silent as death, it is revived at this moment, and the buds are drawn from the cracks under the feet, and everything is renewed.

Jiang Zheliu avoided the new grass sprout under his feet and handed Ling Xiaojian to him.

"Senior brother," Zhu Wuxin took the sword and looked around him, saying, "Why do you have to act alone, if there is someone else to help..."

"The boundary membrane of the Great Thousand World can only be touched by a half-step Jinxian. Can you still find the second one in the cultivation world?"

Jiang Zheliu's voice was the same as before, always cold and indifferent, with almost no emotion. He was cold and indifferent, as if to everyone.

Zhu Wuxin's hand holding the sword clenched tightly, and the phalanx was slightly pale. He took a deep breath and said, "Even at this time, senior brother still refuses to say a word to me."

Zhu Wuxin raised his eyes and looked over, looking at his slightly tired brows, he couldn't find a trace of affection, nor could he find any trace of remorse or dissatisfaction from the other party, only the calm like a deep pool remained. with icy.

Even by this time...

Jiang Zheliu didn't have any spiritual energy, just raised his hand to kill him. Ling Xiaojian was already in his hands, and since then, in front of Zhu Wuxin, there has never been such a senior brother pressed on his head.

But even at this time, Jiang Zheliu was still so arrogant.

"Is there a place for senior brother?"

Zhu Wuxin is unwilling to keep him. His prestige in the Lingxiao faction and even in the entire cultivation world is too strong. For thousands of years, he is recognized as the leader of the immortal gate and Immortal Venerable Lingxiao. If Jiang Zheliu is kept in In the door, even a crippled person who is covered in pain may have a position that is difficult to move.

Jiang Zheliu knew what Zhu Wuxin was thinking. He turned his head and glanced at Canxia. After a while, he said, "Go to Zhongnan Mountain."

It was the place where Ling Xiaoxian's head was buried. It was extremely remote, far away from people, and there were many little monsters, so it seemed that it was not suitable for living.

"Zhongnan Mountain." Zhu Wuxin repeated this place, looking at his snow-white hair, suddenly raised his hand, wiped the wet blood from the other's lips, and smiled, "It's a good place, you can Let senior brother recuperate in peace."

The pulp of the finger lightly brushed the corner of his lips, with a softness different from his temperament.

"Rehabilitation..." Jiang Zheliu avoided this move and said, "To die before Master's tombstone can he live up to his dying request."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him, saw the twinkling stars in his younger brother's eyes, and said, "Now that I'm leaving, you take care of the Lingxiao faction. No one can restrain you and teach you."

Although he didn't have emotions when he said this, the pain of the five internal organs in his body being almost broken was lingering. Jiang Zheliu coughed, and the blood stained his lips again. He didn't care, and continued: "If someone bullies you in the future, senior brother won't be here anymore."

Zhu Wuxin choked, and stared at his face for a moment.

"You don't have to come to find me." Jiang Zheliu said, "There is no need to tell everyone. Being able to return to Mount Zhongnan is my last hope in the endless years."

Zhu Wuxin suddenly didn't know what to say.

Before Jiang Zheliu said these words, he had imagined various scenarios. In his heart, his brother Jiang would always make rapid progress and be omnipotent, and would always be the best at fulfilling his father's entrustment and protecting the world's souls. , He never thought that Jiang Zheliu would be stunned by the catastrophe in front of him. He lived in the shadow of his brother, but he didn't realize that he was also living under his brother's wings.

It is precisely because of this kind of trust that he did not do his best to assist his senior brother. Zhu Wuxin almost never took it as his fault, because he knew that senior brother could definitely do it. There is nothing in this world that senior brother can't do.

But he didn't expect that Jiang Zhe Liubai fell ill, was seriously injured, and the blood was not removed, but he still said these words to him calmly.

Zhu Wuxin was silent for a long time, his mind was in chaos, he was thinking that his brother had given him the power of the Lingxiao faction without reservation. Taking over Ling Xiaojian, he didn't teach him how to help him...

Zhu Wuxin knew that all these things could not escape his eyes, but Jiang Zheliu didn't mention it.

The Sect Master Sword in his palm was hot for no reason.

Jiang Zheliu continued: "The method of coexisting with demons, whether it is to follow my old rules or establish new rules, the junior and senior brothers will handle it themselves. It's just..."

coming.

Zhu Wuxin was a little nervous, and when he finally waited for the other party's request, he looked condensed and listened intently.

"...It's just that I have a lot of little demons under my door." Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then continued, "Let's go."

Zhu Wuxin looked at him blankly.

He saw his brother's blood-stained sleeves, and when he covered his lips and coughed lightly, the blood clots spit out from his internal organs congealed on the top. The head of the immortal path, who used to be strong and unparalleled, now looks like a very fragile one in front of him. The colored glazed cup made Zhu Wuxin dare not touch it.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, relieved the dizziness in his mind, and then took a step forward, as if he wanted to leave.

This step was not stable, and he stumbled a little, but at the next moment, Zhu Wuxin caught him and steadied his arm.

"Senior brother, wait a second." Zhu Wuxin suddenly felt that he was about to lose something, and was a little flustered for no reason, "The repair of the boundary membrane of the Great Thousand World, all factions should know immediately, and they will come to Lingxiao faction soon. Thank you, brother, brother..."

The hand he was supporting was slowly pushed away, and his senior brother was just as he had imagined. After any disaster, he could stand in front of him without any disturbance, as if he was born strong and tenacious, and would not let anyone get on him. Pick out weaknesses.

But not this time.

Jiang Zheliu is too tired.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood and went back, not knowing how long this broken and empty body could last under such serious injuries. But he didn't care either. His burden for more than a thousand years was finally relieved.

Jiang Zheliu was too happy to be happy.

He glanced at Zhu Wuxin one last time: "Junior brother, cherish it."

Zhu Wuxin was speechless for a while, only the Ling Xiaojian by his hand vibrated violently, as if he wanted to let go and follow him. Zhu Wuxin grasped the scabbard in his palm tightly, his heart suddenly sobered up, he raised his hand and saluted, "Senior brother, I will go far, I..."

"You don't have to send it."

Jiang Zheliu gave a rare smile.

"Go back."

Clouds cover the sky, and the setting sun sinks into Xishan.

Zhu Wuxin watched him leave, the corners of his clothes were covered with blood, and when he saw the unmatched senior brother in his heart, a trace of delicacy was drawn from his parting figure.

He hadn't found out for so many years that Jiang Ziliu was so thin, whether it was his shoulders, waist, or fingers when wiping blood stains, all of them were blown away like a gust of wind, and he could never find a place to disappear into the world.

Zhu Wuxin stood for a long time before he regained his sense of reality from the Lingxiao sword in his hand.

No one can stop him anymore, all the shadows that have been under people for a long time, the jealousy of the position of the head... have all turned into nothingness, and no one will discipline him harshly anymore.

He doesn't have a brother anymore.

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The lingering rays of the sun were all over, and then came the rare snowfall.

On the way sent by Ling Xiao to Mount Zhongnan, everything he experienced was bitter cold and heavy snow, and there was no one on the road.

The night was dark, and a lamp was hung in front of the carriage, which swayed freely in the snowy night.

There was a coachman in the carriage, a mortal hired with silver, and the carriage was also hired with money.

Jiang Zheliu, who has been the head of the Immortal Dao for so many years, is often only called Senior Immortal by others, and rarely uses silver money, so he doesn't know what price to give. The price is driven by the driver. The driver is a relative of the disciple of Lingxiao Sect. He was picked up from Lingxiao Sect. Even if he didn't know Jiang Ziliu, he would not dare to covet property or do wrong things.

The chandelier swayed on the eaves of the carriage, the driver stopped the horse, and said to the inside: "The place you want to go is about to arrive, there is only a section of road ahead that the carriage can go, and then you have to go up the mountain... There are many monsters in the mountains, the old man really dare not. "

Jiang Zheliu responded, and then asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost time."

At this time, all the sects must have known about the repair of the boundary membrane, and they all went to the Lingxiao faction.

Jiang Zheliu's old habits are hard to change, and he thought about the sect at the first time, but this time, he didn't have any worries or far-reaching plans in the past.

After walking for a while, we arrived at Zhongnan Mountain. The carriage stopped, the driver put down the stool, and when he got up and looked up, he happened to see a hand pulling the curtain of the car, with slender knuckles and round nails, but no blood, almost like a beautiful jade carving.

The driver held his breath subconsciously and saw that this young man had a very heavy plush cape on his body, his long snow-colored hair was only half tied, his face was handsome and cold, his eyes were dark, and he could not see any brilliance inside. The icy wind and snow made people almost want to retreat.

The driver felt that the wind and snow in the sky did not look colder than this young man.

But when he helped the other party, he felt that the young man was unstable and weak, as if he was only breathing.

"Thank you." Jiang Zheliu paid him the rest of the fare, then looked up at the familiar Yamagata.

In the past, when Master passed away, he and his younger brother were buried and buried here. On his deathbed, Master entrusted him to take care of Lingxiao faction and Wuxin.

Now, his mission has been completed, his cultivation base has been completely destroyed, and he is no different from a cripple. He can finally go up the mountain to live in seclusion, which can be regarded as a long-term and old age.

The Lingxiao faction, the cultivation world, and all beings above Shenzhou no longer need him.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to wrap the cape on his shoulders and stepped on the thick snow on the ground.

For the first time since he began to practice Taoism, he re-experienced the coldness of the world like today.

Jiang Zheliu walked across the snow until the snow-covered tombstone.

He knelt down, stretched out his hand to dry the white snow on the monument, and looked at the writing on the monument for a long time. There were countless things to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Jiang Zheliu was an orphan since he was a child. When he was three years old, he was brought back to the Lingxiao School by Zhu Wenyuan. From then on, his teacher was his parents, and Lingxiao Xianmen was his hometown.

The moonlight shone slowly.

Jiang Zheliu thought about it for a long time, and then said softly, "Wuxin has grown up."

He says.

"I'm here to accompany you."