My Darling Sick Beauty

The Zen master did not answer him.

Since he was locked up by Wang Wenyuan, he has hardly spoken, except for a few words.

Up to now. Mingjing can still remain silent, not saying a word.

He Suxian didn't care, his ghostly energy lingered in the past, corroding the iron cage in front of him, dissolving all the iron hooks shrunk on the little monk's body, and then raised his arms and carried him out.

When he didn't get started, why did he seem to think that his pipa bones were locked and couldn't move, but now that he got started, he found that the other party didn't struggle at all, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't use strength.

The bright and pure Buddhist holy body was sealed, soft and powerless like a puppet.

There are indeed many thaumaturgical techniques in the Tianji Pavilion, including the techniques of temporarily conferring cultivation bases... These were once used on Wang Moxuan. The two brothers were half-brothers, the second young master who was living in the world was born without scheming, pure and pure, but Wang Wenyuan, who was raised in the Tianji Pavilion, was suspicious and sensitive, selfish and fickle.

It's no surprise that they would develop this adversarial relationship.

He Susu stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly on the back of Mingjing's neck to confirm that there were no other strange spells and poisons in his body, and then withdrew his hand.

He doesn't want to be threatened by such a junior who knows the secrets of heaven. With cooperation, getting what they need is the limit.

This silent, immobile Buddha cultivator was trapped in his arms, if not for his breathing and heartbeat, he would hardly look like a living being. He Su Xian let Ming Jing lie on his shoulders, not feeling that the other party could pose any threat to him.

In fact, there are very, very few people who can pose a threat to He Zhan. If you count it seriously, it's only Jiang Zheliu in his heyday and Wen Renye today, just the two of them.

"He Zunzhu."

His footsteps were stopped, and Wang Wenyuan's voice came from behind.

"In addition to the things recorded in the record, there is another thing, please pass the Lord on to him for me."

——

Wen Renye left for more than two months.

When Gongyiyan's letter was delivered, it was indeed in a deadlock between the two worlds. Wen Renye was holding the ink knife quenched by the broken Dingzhu, and the danger was unbelievably high. But Qinglin was really unwilling to hand over the land of a thousand miles to others. Under the circumstances that they had been unable to negotiate, this letter not only broke the deadlock, but also showed Jiang Ziliu's attitude.

The two groups negotiated an agreement, changed the plan, and understood each other's needs. At the same time, although Wen Renye still sent Gongyiyan back to guard Xiao Liushu, he felt guilty.

The other party's insight was too fast, and his attitude was too soft. Recently, he has always had a feeling of not being very stable in his heart, worried that Jiang Zheliu will destroy his body and lose his mind because of this incident.

Good and bad spirits.

Jiang Zheliu has indeed had a headache recently due to the uncontrollable expansion of his thoughts. He tries to avoid deep thinking, not thinking about the battle situation, not thinking about the world, and not thinking about the aftermath, but this kind of faint headache is like a recurrence The chronic disease of his body, which grows and spreads deeply in his body, can be avoided without a moment of patience.

I've seen it twice in Embers years. He still didn't know that Jiang Zheliu already knew about the matter. Talking to him, I have to continue to play my not-so-excellent acting skills.

This kind of headache from the decline of the soul, let alone the year of embers, even Da Luo Jinxian is helpless. His Excellency Medical Sage's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only give him a pain-relieving pill.

He didn't know that the effect of the resurrection stone was starting to wear off.

When everything is poor, it is only the length of time.

In the year of embers, he couldn't even crack the sound-locking spell of the little mute.

Compared to the year of embers, Jiang Zheliu's mood has always been calm.

The candlelight swayed and stretched its tail, and the light and shadow were reflected on the ground in front of him. Gradually, the shadow under the candle began to shake randomly.

Jiang Zhe Liuyuan was reading a book. At first, he only felt that when he was tired of reading, the illusion in his sight, until he saw the shadows under the candlelight slowly merged together, he pressed the scroll and looked over silently.

He watched the shadow in front of him gradually expand, like a special shuttle technique.

Ah Chu went out to collect herbs and did not return, only Changgan in the pine wood building. Even in the bamboo garden on the side, there was only a doctor with Wang Moxuan who was powerless. Such combat power was really worthless.

As for the technique of traveling between the two worlds, Wenren Yehui, he used to know who it is, he can still see with his eyesight, so there is no need to involve other people in the danger zone.

Jiang Zheliu reacted very quickly, his way of thinking was extremely calm, and there was even a sense of cruelty in his calmness.

"Long time no see." The man who emerged from the shadow had no color at first, and the color on his body seemed to be a little smudged, gradually showing Zhu Wuxin's appearance and face, with his appearance showing a smile that was not a smile. With a look, "Jiang Xianzun?"

"He Zunzhu." Jiang Zheliu said.

...I don't know if Gongyiyan can come back, and I don't know how much of the power of the Netherworld Lord who uses other people's physical activities can be used.

His thoughts were cut off at this moment, and his mind began to feel a faint pain.

"The demons really don't care about ghost repairs, a bunch of careless idiots." He Suxian stretched his waist, as if he had to adapt to his body every time, and sat casually opposite Jiang Zheliu. He stretched out his hand to pour tea, "The enchantment is quite complicated, but it only protects against living people. ... Xiao Liu, when did you kick that devil, your brain is not good, and it will not affect future generations."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly: "Xiao Liu?"

"My new researched title." He Suzu narrowed his eyes, like a lazy snake, "Look at your junior brother, isn't this more pleasing?"

Jiang Zheliu had a hunch in this regard since that day when He Zuxian put away Zhu Wuxin's body. Now the expectations have come true, although not surprised, but still a little uncomfortable.

He suppressed the discomfort, examined the other party from beginning to end, and commented: "It's not as good as before."

He Suosi nodded with a smile, and then said: "After the ghost stalks into the fresh corpse, he can eat the memory of the original owner... This little brat's head really opened my eyes."

Jiang Zheliu stared at him silently.

"Compared to infatuation, I think that what he misses is not necessarily the past friendship between you, but your unique tenderness towards him." He Suxi said while drinking tea, "I didn't see it. To his memory there is such a deep impression of the tenderness of others."

He didn't get a response, so he continued talking to himself.

"I didn't expect that your relationship was still very good before, how could it gradually evolve into what it was at that time?" He Suxiang held his chin and smiled, "This junior brother whom you doted on and raised was killed by your own hands, I don't believe that there is no fluctuation in your heart."

With this face, he made an expression that Zhu Wuxin hadn't shown for many years - he seldom smiled afterward, and he was only dull and speechless against it.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and finally said, "The road has gone astray, and it is my fault, but people can't be resurrected from the dead."

"Speaking like this to the Netherworld Lord, it sounds really... After all, I have been dead for so many years." He Suxi actually thought it was quite interesting to chat with him, but Jiang Ziliu's alienation and disgust were too obvious. There was no desire to talk about it any more, but he took out the sound cicada Wang Wenyuan gave him from his sleeve.

Cicada's belly moved slightly and recited the words recorded that day.

The room was silent except for the sound of cicadas uttering words. A breeze blew past the window, and the flickering candle had been flickering, almost extinguished.

Jiang Zheliu's fingers on the scroll gradually tightened, and the knuckles were stretched white.

He glanced at He Susim, to be precise, looked at his face.

"After you left, the Lingxiao faction is really a mess." He Suxi smiled and said, "Struggling for power and profit, plotting plots, despicable and filthy, such as vines that absorb nutrients from human flesh and blood, after draining your blood, you no longer need it. is you."

Jiang Ziliu's suspicions came true.

Unintentional to be raised by him, even if flawed, not guilty of death, just...

He Susu changed his actions, reached out and fiddled with the porcelain lid above the teacup, and said lazily, "Xianzun Jiang, don't you have anything to say?"

What more can be said.

He raised Zhu Wuxin with his own hands, and managed the Lingxiao faction with his own hands, but Dumu was ultimately difficult to support. The Four Great Immortal Sects have begun to deviate from their tracks under the long-term comfort. Now, the head of the Immortal Gate that he built with one hand has also been destroyed by him.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and placed the half of the scroll he saw on the table.

His fingers were shaking slightly, but he didn't want He Suxi to see him shaking, so he restrained it slightly. The knuckles were slowly curled into the sleeves, not revealing a trace.

"The boat has become a boat, and naturally there is nothing to say."

Jiang Zheliu's voice was indifferent as usual.

He Suxian looked at him in surprise, before saying after a long while, "If that little magician hadn't said that your deadline is approaching, I'm afraid I really don't want to keep you... Xiao Liu, see clearly in the next life, some burdens can't be taken over casually. of."

"Thank you for reminding me." Jiang Zheliu smiled, "It's a pity I don't have an afterlife."

After ordinary people die, they are transformed into the River Styx. After the cultivator dies, the spirit returns to the heaven and the earth, disperses into the true spirit, and does not enter reincarnation. Only monks with extremely high cultivation bases and hard-to-destroy monks can reincarnate and rebuild this road after protecting the Dharma. Without the cleansing and cleansing of the Styx River, they will have memories of their previous lives.

Jiang Zheliu has no afterlife, he only has realm and no cultivation.

The north wind suddenly tightened, rolling the snow and knocking the windows. On the candlestick on the side, the teardrops gradually flowed down with the firelight, congealing like blood.

"Have you never dreamed of him?" He Susu said, "Won't you tell me?"

"No." Jiang Zheliu's hands trembled a little bit, he tightened his phalanx and clasped his fingernails into his palms, but his expression was still cold and indifferent, with snow-haired black eyes, colder than the frost on the pine branches, and his whole body was clear chill. "Since we are separated, you don't have to dream to torture me."

He Susu smiled slowly: "What is torture? He intentionally hurt you, and indirectly killed you, and then you killed him with your own hands. Isn't this a balance of grievances and grievances?"

"Both the grievances and grievances." Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened them again, "Xia Qiqing San, leave a note, I don't know, what kind of grievances do I have with Tianji Pavilion?"

Wang Wenyuan had been targeting him from the very beginning. Although the position of the first seat of Xianmen was tempting, it would not be so tempting if he hadn't taken it from Jiang Ziliu. His interests are based on a kind of grievance that Jiang Ziliu can't see. On the surface, it is for profit, but in fact, it seems to be to relieve his hidden hatred.

Jiang Zheliu suddenly thought of Wang Moxuan who was wearing curses and poison.

"Tsk, that magic stick also has something to ask you." He seems to be almost unable to remember. "He wants to ask you... You have been worshipped and admired for hundreds of years, but is there a guilty conscience?"

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky. Jiang Zheliu looked at each other with a little doubt in his expression.

"His father is the most prestigious person after your master passed away. He was seriously injured and fell, and he is paving the way for Jiang Xianzun." He Suosi said with a smile, "The little magic stick once rushed into the room before his father died, I saw Ling Xiaojian's sword wound on the body of the old pavilion master. This is what he told me."

"Xiao Liu." He seemed to like this title, "Did you kill people?"

Jiang Ziliu's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he sighed: "It's me."

He Su seemed to have heard the secrets of Xianmen, and his eyes widened in surprise: "...What did you say?"

"The mental method cultivated by Tianji Pavilion is flawed. Even if it can penetrate the Tianji, there is a risk of going crazy." Jiang Zheliu had a severe headache, and felt that the left half was constantly exploding, as if his left ear could not hear it. When the voice arrived, he paused and said succinctly, "Pavilion Wang Lao was plotted against evil cultivators and attacked, and there is no distinction between the enemy and me. After I killed him, in order to protect the reputation of the Four Great Immortal Sects, I didn't mention the fact that one's mind could become demonic. thing."

The cause of death of the previous pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion is still facing serious injuries. Those who knew about it back then had lived in seclusion, retired, and rebuilt for so many years.

"…what?"

After such a short sentence, he was very tired. He raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed a few times, then said in a low voice, "I advise you to go back and tell Wang Wenyuan, and ask him if he also has this tendency."

"Going crazy?" He Su said, "Do you think he's not normal?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to talk anymore, his mind was buzzing, and the pain seemed to be about to crack. The internal organs that were being repaired and maintained were hurting again, as if the cracks in the glued vase had been hit, and every fragment was dropping powder.

Blood stasis flooded his throat, a fishy sweetness.

He Susu stared at him and said, "You really are approaching the end."

Just these two pieces of news, with this level of negative emotional fluctuations, can crush his body and turn the long-term warming into nothingness.

Jiang Zheliu swallowed the fishy sweetness, not wanting to appear too embarrassed. His palms were all covered in cold sweat. At this time, he was clasping the armrest of the seat, but he couldn't use any force, just put it there.

He knows what the purpose is, the other party wants to leave the Styx, and there are only a few people in the world who are capable of smashing the giant chain.

As for why he didn't kill him now, he probably didn't want to be smashed by the furious madman and then beat him to death... Maybe the other party has other back-ups...

Jiang Zheliu must admire that he can still think about this kind of thing. He can clearly feel the long-lost pain and the vitality that the resurrection stone has continuously supported, but he can still pull out a moment from the extreme pain. Threads of thoughts, gradually woven into a web.

His wrist was very thin, and the black bracelet slipped from his wrist and got stuck in his hand.

"Jiang Xianzun." He Suxi resumed his official title, "I don't really want to tell Wang Wenyuan about what you said?"

He also likes to cultivate lunatics, such as this dead Zhu Wuxin. He likes people who are extra paranoid about certain things and likes to break them up.

After a long time, he heard Jiang Ziliu's voice.

"…what ever."

This man doesn't seem to care much about his reputation.

He Susu laughed twice, and then said, "If I can get out of trouble soon, I don't have to use this body to disgust you, right?"

He said a word without beginning or end, his figure gradually disappeared in the shadow of the candlelight, and his breath disappeared in the room.

There was only one candle left, which was finally blown out by the wind blowing by the window.

The room was plunged into darkness, a groggy shadow enveloped the room, and there was no moonlight, no starlight, no light, and no sound outside. There is only endless darkness, pouring over the sky and covering the sky, like a tidal wave.

In this unsightly darkness, there was only rapid but weak breathing in the room. Then came the coughing and retching of blood, and the flimsy throbbing as the bones tightened.

Jiang Zheliu spat out a mouthful of blood, lay still on the table for a while, and gradually breathed steadily.

The years are long, and it has always been a dream of Huangliang.

For a moment, he wondered if he could wait until the night, or just be buried in the darkness.

The long snow-colored hair spread out on his back, trembling with his shivering breath, like a drop of dew or a handful of snow on the most delicate branch, swaying with the mountain wind.

The sharp and sudden pain gradually subsided, the thick clouds dispersed, and a dim moonlight fell on his fingertips.

Jiang Zheliu took a long time to catch the moonlight when he raised his eyes.

He watched for a while, almost forgetting the residual pain, the buzzing and deaf left ear, his eyes moving with the spreading moonlight.

But he was so uncomfortable, he couldn't remember lighting another candle, couldn't remember calling Chang Gan to help him, and he couldn't count the time in the future.

He could only think that if he wanted to keep the strangeness out of the way, he should take several times as much medicine to suppress it for the time being. I can only think about how to make Wen Renye not be so sad, not be used, and not carry so many blood debts to kill once we reach the end...

Everything melted into the endless torment, and in the end he couldn't think of anything, he just felt very tired and wanted to fall asleep like this...

But Jiang Zheliu also missed him very much, and was reluctant to leave the little devil himself, he dared not let himself fall asleep.

But when are you coming back?