My Darling Sick Beauty

The sky broke.

The cold morning light shone through the wooden windows.

After Jiang Zheliu washed up, he was watched by A Chu and drank the medicine for a long time, but now he was really squeamish by that demon, and he drank so slowly that he couldn't swallow it.

With the resurrection stone nourishing his body, his body looked good in all aspects, but he was still afraid of the cold, as if he was dying.

A Chu took out a light blue plush cloak from the bottom of the box, wrapped his fairy brother, and tied the light colored cloak into a bow. Then he handed the self-heating magic hand stove into his hand, leaned over to take a deep breath, and said, "Brother doesn't want to drink medicine, are you feeling unwell?"

It used to be like drinking water, you couldn't taste bitterness, but now you have a temper. Jiang Zheliu laughed at himself silently, and couldn't help but remember who it was because of.

...it's all his fault.

"No, don't worry."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't really tell Xiaolu that it was too bitter, he couldn't swallow it, it was too squeamish, he picked up the medicine bowl again, drank it with a frown, and then took the tea to suppress the bitterness.

Walking very slowly along the way, it was not considered exhausting, but Jiang Ziliu's celestial body began to make trouble again. He was getting tired day by day, and his body temperature was slowly rising, which made people feel dizzy.

Seeing that he couldn't even read books, Achu thought about making a deck of cards out of cardboard, teaching the fairy brother to play cards, and playing hook fish with him in the carriage, but Jiang Ziliu was in poor condition and always lost. , even if you think it is very interesting, you will end up playing sleepy and will eventually fall asleep accidentally.

The wind was clear and the sun was shining brightly, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the carriage made small sounds, as if counting these leisurely, slow and extremely soft days.

Until the wind chimes stopped.

The carriage stopped in ruts, and the road seemed to be blocked.

When Jiang Zheliu was sleepy, he heard a faint voice from outside, and the voice was a little familiar. After a long while, Chang Gan lifted the curtain of the car and got in, leaned over to him and called, "Brother?"

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and calmed down, pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice slightly hoarse: "Who is it?"

Knowing that he probably heard it, Chang Gan said truthfully: "It's the Lingxiao faction... Zhu Wuxin is outside."

Lingxiao faction…

His whereabouts have not been hidden, and many people should know that he has left Danxinguan, but because of his reputation and the fact that Liezhen returned from an injury a few days ago, no one dared to act rashly...

Lingxiao faction...Jiang Zheliu suddenly felt very emotional. He was very familiar with these three words. In the past thousand years, every time he introduced himself, he had to put these three words in front of his name. He regards it as an honor and as his hometown.

Only in the end, he found more and more that this was not his hometown. Only under the coldest inscription when the snow fell, were there places where his temporary warmth remained.

Jiang Zheliu got up, opened the corner of the car curtain, and saw everyone in front of him.

The two elders, Lin Qingxu and Lin Hanxu, stood behind Zhu Wuxin, while Zhu Wuxin was wearing a light blue Taoist uniform, with the ice sheath of Lingxiao Sword in his hand, and the ice sheath was standing on the ground with a worried expression.

The hand he sticks out is too recognizable. Zhu Wuxin could recognize it at a glance, the anxiety and longing that he had been spreading these days seemed to have found a secret outlet, everything was ironed out, and the more eager it was, the more it could induce a different kind of calm.

But Jiang Zheliu only lifted a corner, the ink bracelet on his wrist flashed past, and then he pulled down the curtain.

"Senior brother..." Zhu Wuxin took a step forward subconsciously.

The curtains fell neatly. Jiang Zheliu glanced at the flowing clouds and the breeze outside the window, and said lightly, "I promise to honor the Lord Wenren, and I will not see you."

His voice was light and indifferent, and there was no special emotion to be heard, just like the attitude towards him in the past few hundred years. But his senior brother... told him in this tone that he promised another man and would never see him again.

It's hard to believe.

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, and through his clothes, he pressed the letter that he had collected on Zhongnan Mountain that day. A lot of the content in it was his last words and memories. There were only a few words about him, but these few words. The sentence, let his stagnant heart knot be penetrated layer by layer, and it was vividly analyzed in front of him.

He couldn't hide his depression.

"Okay." Zhu Wuxin replied slowly, "I am indeed an asshole, and it is not worth my brother to see me."

He is still a child with a temper, and when he is sad, he will speak angry words to belittle himself.

Jiang Ziliu listened quietly.

"I know Senior Brother doesn't want to be involved in the cultivation world anymore, but... Wuxin really has no choice." He turned his head and glanced at Lin Qingxu, who handed over a scroll to the carriage according to his words.

"The border sect bordering the world of self-cultivation, came in and encountered demons. We sent reinforcements a few times, but it didn't work. Some of those affiliated sects still don't know the news that the senior brother has... left, and must come to Lingxiao to meet in person. You. I refused."

"But the phenomenon of demons wandering is too serious, and some of them even clamored that...the senior brothers are all people who respect their masters." Zhu Wuxin paused, "Those demons are difficult to expel, and they have affected the survival of the human world. "

The Cultivation Realm is connected to the Human Realm, which is the most populous realm. Once there is a problem in the world of self-cultivation, the human world will also be severely damaged. Such fragile and densely distributed trillions of beings have been the help and drag of the world of self-cultivation since ancient times, and it is a cruel double-edged sword.

"I'm young and useless, I can't protect so many people."

Zhu Wuxin took a few steps forward, put the Lingxiao sword in the ice sheath on the edge of the carriage curtain, and then knelt in front of him.

"Senior brother. Wuxin doesn't want to let the hard work of father and you go to waste, and doesn't want to let the reputation of the head of the fairy sect for so many years go to waste. Brother... Can you teach me?"

His voice was a little weeping.

Jiang Zheliu is very familiar with the character of this junior brother. He knows Wuxin's disposition. No matter how many shortcomings he has, he has grown up in a well-known and respectable school, and he will not be wicked. But he actually hadn't heard Zhu Wuxin cry for a long time. He didn't know when it started, and the relationship between the two became more and more cold. Before, he thought it was a tacit understanding and he didn't need to say more, but then he slowly reacted... Wuxin is no longer. Call him brother.

The good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glaze is brittle.

He can plan for the world and for all living beings, but he will not expect Wutong to be affectionate, nor will he expect Zhu Wuxin's intentions for him, nor will he expect hatred to last longer than love.

It was very quiet inside and out, almost only the sound of the other party's choked breathing.

Jiang Zheliu unrolled the scroll, looked at the requests for help from the affiliated sects, and said calmly: "The bravery of the demons has always been indomitable. It's useless to beat them, you must beat them to fear. You Send the elders of the peaks directly and hurt their ten fingers, it is better to cut off one of them."

His little junior brother knelt outside and responded softly.

Jiang Zheliu looked all the way on the scroll, and continued to ask: "The demon clan... With the two true monarchs, Qinglong and Suzaku, how could they commit such a crime?"

Ling Xiao sent everyone to look at each other, but didn't answer immediately, and they didn't seem to dare to speak. After a while, Zhu Wuxin spoke.

"Suzaku Zhenjun... is dead."

The breeze swept the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

The slender, pale hand pressed against one end of the scroll, and did not move for a long time. After a while, he slowly curled up his phalanx, and the handwriting under his palm was wrinkled.

Jiang Zheliu's eyes were still on the words above, and after a while, he slowly raised his eyes: "...What did you say?"

"True Lord Suzaku...he was seriously injured and fell into the ninth-level realm within three days, and finally in the Wanling Palace...the soul returned to heaven and earth."

...how is this possible.

Suzaku bird is a phoenix alien species, and its survivability is comparable to that of the demon clan. That day he heard Liezhen's chirping when he was running away, obviously it would not endanger his life.

Jiang Zheliu's thoughts were suddenly disrupted. He always thought that he would die first and would not see these messes in the future... Friends of thousands of years, in any case, Jiang Zeliu never thought that he would die.

"It's said outside... It was Wen Renzun's initiative." Zhu Wuxin said, "It's not a day or two that he wanted to kill Zhenjun Zhuque. Brother, did he tell you what he did when he went back?"

It is true that only Wen Renye can kill Lie Zhen in a head-to-head confrontation.

Zhu Wuxin didn't hear his voice, so he continued to explain: "Because the True Monarch Suzaku has fallen, and the True Monarch Qinglong has no time to manage and restrain the demon clan, I dare not go to negotiate, so the demon clan..."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't listen anymore at this time, he didn't doubt Wen Renye, he could only think about it by plotting and poisoning. But he had been out of the world for a long time, and he couldn't suddenly accept so much thinking.

His hand gripping the scroll became tighter and tighter, his knuckles were faintly white, and then a smell of fishy sweetness rushed up from his throat, and the pain in his lungs that had not occurred for a long time came back again.

His guts, cracked like a spider's web, seemed to be completely shattered, and he couldn't even breathe. Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to cover his lips and coughed. The more he coughed, the more violent it became.

The scroll in his hand had already rolled down, and the snow-white clothes were dyed bright red. The blood stained on the ice sheath of the Lingxiao sword bit by bit, and the famous sword seemed to sense a sound, sending out a low humming and weeping.

Zhu Wuxin didn't seem to have expected this scene, he stood up suddenly, his heart seemed to be pulled together, and said hoarsely: "Senior brother...you, you...don't feel bad. You take care of your body..."

The birds chirped in the wind, and everyone behind Zhu Wuxin lowered their heads, and no one dared to look over.

Every minute and every second that followed was like holding a knife in my heart. Zhu Wuxin was anxious and worried, and even wanted to go to his brother's side immediately, but he was afraid of making him more uncomfortable, so he stopped moving forward.

The coughing subsided.

The resurrection stone on Jiang Zheliu's neck glowed slightly, emitting a milky white halo. This gentle force penetrated into his body, slowly and gently suppressing the pain in his body.

After a short while, Zhu Wuxin saw the hand—Senior brother seemed to have wiped the **** area clean, then picked up the Lingxiao Sword and handed it back to him.

"What's the use of me wanting it?" Jiang Zheliu said in a low voice, "Take it well, and you will have to decide a lot of things in the future."

Zhu Wuxin was stunned for a moment, took the scabbard, and hesitated: "Senior brother..."

"I can teach you for a while, but I can't teach you forever." Jiang Zheliu's voice was very tired, but he seemed to insist on talking to him, "You don't want to get involved in the demon world, I'm afraid there will be changes behind you. , the plan is very big.”

Zhu Wuxin really couldn't say a word at the moment.

He can only say in his heart, I will make up for you in the future, I will make amends to you in the future, and I will be good to you all my life.

but now…

The abnormal "sanity" in his mind prevailed.

"Make way."

Jiang Zheliu said softly.

"Idlers in the mountains can't do anything."

Zhu Wuxin gave him a deep look, but he still couldn't really meet his senior brother. He took a breath and led Ling Xiao to send everyone behind him out of the way, watching the carriage slowly drive away.

Zhu Wuxin looked at it for a long time, until the last whereabouts of the other party disappeared in front of him, then he narrowed his eyes and looked down at the Ling Xiaojian in his hand.

Lin Qingxu, who was on the side, approached and whispered, "Sect Master, then we..."

"Go back." Zhu Wuxin stared at the sword and said, "I still have things to do."

Although Lin Qingxu couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do, but thinking that it shouldn't be a good thing, he nodded and said nothing.

Before Zhu Wuxin left the Lingxiao faction for a long time, even everyone went to Danxinguan to visit Immortal Venerable... What is he doing?

After everyone left, Zhu Wuxin stretched out his hand and traced the sword body that Jiang Zheliu had just touched, trying to get a little bit of warmth from it.

But there was no residual warmth.

"Senior brother..." Zhu Wuxin murmured, "You will definitely go to Wanling Palace, you must go..."

He opened his palm, glanced at the dark mark on the palm, and then tightened his hand.

"I'll apologize to you when the time comes." Zhu Wuxin let out a deep breath, "...I don't want the others, Wuxin only wants you."

As for the others.

Those who covet his senior brother... all will die.

——

The carriage drove down the road.

A Chu and Chang Gan were worried to death, so they took out all the medicines they brought back from Dan Xin Guan, and picked them according to their efficacy. The little deer even saw tears coming down, holding his hand and saying don't sleep first, take the medicine first.

Although Jiang Zheliu was uncomfortable, it was not to the point where he would die immediately. He had a fever in the heavenly spirit body, and his qi and blood attacked his heart.

In order not to make A Chu and Chang Gan worry too much, he still supported his body and took a lot of pain relief and conditioning pills. But in the end, I was so tired and sleepy that I fell asleep again.

Sleep is a mechanism of the body's self-protection.

He had never slept so deeply before, his dreams had always been icy cold and cruel without reason, but this time, he dreamed nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, A Chu put the new spring willow branches in the vase, so emerald green was dazzling.

Jiang Zheliu leaned on the inside of the bed and lost his mind for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, A Chu pulled the curtain of the car and came in. When he saw that he was awake, he immediately got close to the immortal brother.

Jiang Zheliu was stuffed with a hand stove before he raised his head and said in a low voice, "A Chu."

"Um?"

"Tell Chang Gan to change your way."

A Chu was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes: "Change, change?"

"Go to Wanling Palace."

Jiang Zheliu's voice was very low, and he couldn't hear the emotions inside. A Chu looked at him blankly, feeling that everyone was going to be stupid. He wanted to hold his arm and persuade him not to go, but found that he could not persuade him.

"Brother..." A Chu looked at him, speechless.

"According to the rules of the demon clan, his corpse will stay in the Wanling Palace for forty-nine days." Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and fiddled with the willow branch in the vase, "I will give him a ride."

Anyway, we have known each other for so many years.

The little devil won't do such a thing, the little devil won't lie to him, he listens to his own words...

But once, these people also listened to his words.

Jiang Zheliu retracted his hand and coughed twice. He took the tea from A Chu's hand and suppressed the sweet rust smell in his throat. He lowered his eyes, and his long snow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly. .

A-Chu leaned over to his side, and he touched his long hair very distressed and distressed. He felt that the immortal brother's hair was as cold as ice. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. Nengdao: "Brother, you believe me, God must be with you, you can live a long, long life, and you will end up with the person you like. You are still young..."

"Am I still young?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at the back of Shuangbai's cold hand, and the snow-white hair that fell down.

"I'm very old."

He looked back.

After a long silence, A Chu heard his soft sigh, and the slightly hoarse voice that accompanied this sigh.

"...There is no old thing you encounter, so you can't get old quickly."