Pursuing Immortality

Bashan, dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on a rolling mountain beam, the layers of forest are dyed, and Xia Ying branches. The weary birds are returning home one after another, and the coming night is blowing the heat of the day.

When the last rays of light fell into the horizon at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mountains were dark and the sky was lacquered. Suddenly, the mountain beam moved, as if lazily slumped, it began to swim slowly.

From west to east, the head is at the head of the mountain, and the tail is at the end of the mountain. A huge snake head is lifted up, and the body stretches for a few seconds.

It glanced among the mountains, and locked its eyes on a hut that was weird and dark.

The serpent condenses for a moment, seems to be thinking, and then sprays his mouth. A weird atmosphere shrouded the hut, the dark air quickly faded, and it turned into a clear stream of air.

"Oh!"

The serpent showed a bit of joy, and shrunk down, hiding in the forest.

On the practice ground dozens of miles away from the hut, stone pier stands on the four corners, and there is a hollow cover on it, which is filled with egg-sized beads, emitting bright and unobtrusive white light.

Three figures were flying up and down in the field, and the fight was happily. After Mo Mo made a note of incense, the three men stood staggered and stopped at the same time.

Shui Lanyu and Qing Puzi stood together, panting with sweat, and their clothes broke through a few holes. The opposite was Fang Yuan, who was also a bit frustrated, but far worse than the two.

"I just learned a new trick, and I thought of it unexpectedly, but it was broken."

Shui Lanyu put away his long sword and was helpless.

"I still can't beat it, the second elder brother is so powerful, the master doesn't know to what extent!" Qing Puzi was also very frustrated.

"You guys are shorter than me. I have the advantage. As long as I study hard, I will soon surpass mine."

Fang Yuan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

The four disciples, Gu Xiaofei, are 16 years old, and Fang Yuan is 15 years old. Both Shui Lanyu and Qing Puzi are thirteen years old. One is smart and lively, so that he can be a little clever, and the other is a bit frizzy and needs to be polished.

They have studied art for more than a year and are still laying the foundation. They usually have very little communication with the older sister. They are in awe and treat Master as a heavenly man. Due to the short period of training, I do n’t understand many things. I only know that my school is very powerful, and like many children, I am full of curiosity and eagerness to try.

Life in the mountains was boring. The tartars finished their evening classes, went back to their homes, washed up, and gathered for dinner and chat—each holding the sword given by Master. This is the three stones that Xiaozhai picked up.

"Sister Master has been in retreat for half a month, why can't she come out?" Qing Puzi said.

"It's not a retreat, it just says it takes time to think about it," Shui Lanzheng corrected.

"What do you think?"

"Don't she say she's upset, maybe, yes ..."

Shui Lanyu brewed a few adjectives and said, "To adjust, yes, adjust."

"You didn't look at her when she first came back. She was very embarrassed and must have experienced something great."

Fang Yuan fiddled with the fire, roasting a fat and tender beast on it, and said, "This is the heart demon that Master said. He passed by Pingchuan and couldn't stop."

"Well, Ma'am can do it, she's so amazing!"

The three children sighed sighing and took dinner. The small fire was particularly noticeable, and Bashan at night became more and more slack.

Sui Lanyu's broken huts suddenly pouted: "We are too few in school, day is okay, it is deserted at night, my brother is afraid of sleeping alone."

"Who, who is scared? Why are you innocent by innocence ..." Qing Puzi flushed.

"What innocence? When we first entered the mountain, I heard you crying in the house at night!" Shui Lanyu showed no mercy.

"Can you be afraid of the monks?"

The blue muscles on the forehead of Qing Puzi were scrambled out, arguing hard, and then it was difficult to understand, what "little young leave", "weaning" and so on, attracted everyone's laughter, and the mountain was filled with cheerful air .

When he was happy, Fang Yuan smiled suddenly, raised his sword, pointed at a dense forest not far away and yelled, "Who?"

"Second Brother ..."

Both children were startled, and saw no warning, and a girl suddenly appeared in front of them.

Petite body, soft facial features, exceptionally fair skin, eyes closed, and a blood-red drop-shaped mark dripped from the left eye.

She stood there, silent and motionless, very weird.

"Strange?"

He looked at each other with a little panic.

Fang Yuan drank a few more words, the other party should never, and then said: "Whether you are a monster or a monster, whoever breaks through the mountain gate, kill!"

The three responded quickly and quickly surrounded them, excited and nervous.

The girl still closed her eyes, but her lips were tilted, as if smiling. She did not wait for the other party to move, and her body brush disappeared, followed by Qing Puzi.

Qing Puzi had very little experience with the enemy, and he was panicked. The girl did not attack further, disappeared ghostly, and stood in front of Shui Lanyu.

Shui Lanzhen was about to come to the rescue, and Leng Buding was holding himself personally, almost hitting him.

The girl still did not attack and disappeared for the third time.

"laugh!"

Fang Yuan waved his sword and fiercely slashed into the air. Sure enough, the girl happened to be there, but he widened his eyes the next second.

Jian Mingming chopped down, but it seemed like he was passing through the air, and his counterpart's body seemed to be a projection picture, illusory.

Huh!

Suddenly the heart burst, the secret passage was not good, thinking about how to confront the enemy, and listening to a familiar voice.

"All right!"

"Master!"

The Qiang people rushed forward together, and it was Xiaozhai who came. She was obviously dissatisfied with her disciples' performances and instructed: "Xiao Yuan is not bad. What are you two doing? Are you busy? Have you forgotten the teaching skills ..."

Shui Lanyu and Qing Puzi were cold and sweaty, their heads did not dare to lift their heads.

Xiao Zhai instructed and beckoned again, the girl ran over, her limbs were soft, and she did not look like a zombie.

"Master, what is this?" Fang Yuan asked.

"This is a servant."

Hi servant?

Fang Yuan paused, remembering that the door had a unique set of advanced techniques, "But the spirit of servant ghosts?"

"Yes, it's the servant ghost."

The Xuanhuang School has a variety of techniques, including all kinds of basics. One of them is very special. To put it simply, according to different characteristics, refining seven different servant ghosts, including:

鬾: That's a child ghost, that's this girl.

魊: Refers to the national ghost, the most famous unjust death in a country, such as Wu Zixu, he is the national ghost of Wu country.

魓: Ancient star name.

魒: Ibid.

鬿: Ibid.

魙: When a person dies, he is a ghost. It is said that this puppet is more powerful than ghosts and extremely rare.

鬽: The ghost of Yamazawa.

I do n’t know where the Emperor Xuanzang came from, or he kept a record of it. In short, it ’s rarely practiced because the conditions are too harsh. First, we need to find the right soul and then the right body.

It is not that evil spirits are practiced, but it deviates from the Xuanmen Fa-rectification. Like Li Suchun's corpse-removal technique comes from Maoshan. Although it is a bit horrible, it is not evil.

Xiaozhai was also curious, looking for years, and finally found eight flesh.

诶 Yes, it ’s the eight pieces that pinch the female horns to Lao Gu, like 魊, 魓, 魙, which are nowhere to be found, so there are only two 鬾 and six 鬽.

Oh, woman!

She wouldn't be so strenuous for the sole purpose of patronizing Gu Xi, who would take the lead.

After some explanation, the Tatar people were no longer afraid and began to look around.

Shui Lanxi also reached out and poked. The girl's face was smooth and delicate, just like a real person, but it was a bit shady. "Master, she just knew that the sword would not hurt, how could it be an entity?"

"This is the magical power of the servant. After you set up the blood sacrifice, unless the enemy's strength is much higher than you, it can go to the sky and it is difficult to hurt by ordinary means."

"Oh ah?"

Shui Lanyu reacted, surprised, "Is this for me?"

"Yes, although it is a refined thing, be kind to it."

Xiao Zhai pointed, the girl ran to her, and opened her eyes, just like a real person. The more Shui Lanyu looked at, the more happy he was, and the two of them also looked hot, and glared at Master.

"Wait until I find the man."

Xiaozhai poured a bowl of cold water, she didn't want her apprentice to become a fat and fat house, and she played maid dolls in the house all day long ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Master ... "

Fang Yuan is okay, Qing Puzi is like a mournful test, "Did you not find eight? Even if you give one to the master, what do you keep for the rest?"

"Naturally keep the tea and pour water."

Xiaozhai shook his sleeves, kicked the little apprentice, and went up the mountain by himself.

She came to the outside of the hut and felt the atmosphere inside, sometimes absent, sometimes gentle, and sometimes restless ... Obviously still trapped in her heart barrier, unable to extricate herself.

She stretched out her hand, still did not open the door, and walked away.

...

Having said that Gu Xiaofei went back to the mountain, he told the original story again.

"My brother died, my heart is chaotic. How do I handle myself?"

"You have affection for him?"

I don't know, I need to think about it. "

"Then you retreat quietly and come back and tell me ten days later."

So Gu Xiaofei locked himself in the hut, not eating or drinking, but after ten days there was no movement.

That's it, ten days later, ten days later, ten days later, ten days later ... I don't know how long it has been, so long as Shui Lanyu they almost forgot about this master sister.

Xiaozhai is not on the mountain. As long as he is there, he must go to the house every day and never stop pushing the door.

In the early morning of that day, the night rain was closed, and the clouds were vast and misty.

Xiaozhai came to the hut as usual, suddenly smiled and reached out his hand.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door that had been closed for a long time was finally opened, and Gu Xiaofei was sitting on the cloud bed. It was very embarrassing for several months before Shui Mi entered, but his eyes were brighter than before.

"Want to understand?"

Xiaozhai stood before her.

"Master ..."

Gu Xiaofei bowed down, as if a lost traveler finally found the oasis, directly, simply, and unshakable, "The reason is simple, but I only understand it now.

I'm not strong enough! "

(Everyone is happy at work !!!)