Su Bian Cultivation World

Chapter 246

Because of Xuanwu's words, Gongyizhu snapped up his almost half-suffering breath and brought it back again.

At this moment, Gongyizhu was unable to open his eyes, and could only listen to the sound of Xuanwu footsteps from far to near, and finally squatted down beside him, and asked thoughtfully: "What is it that makes you so worried?" ?”

If he stretched his neck to take a look at the back mountain of the bamboo hut, or if he had a sharper perception of the source of Dao, then many things probably wouldn't be able to hide.

But just when the dying man Gongyizhu raised his heart, he heard Xuanwu whisper softly: "What secrets are hidden in your favorite bamboo forest?"

Something in the Bamboo Forest...

Gongyizhu moved slightly, half of it was the relief of concealing the success, and the other half was the trembling of the old things being re-discovered.

Xuanwu didn't let go of Gongyizhu's move, he said to himself: "So there really is?"

He put his palms on the ground, and casually poked his consciousness inch by inch from the ground.Xuanwu didn't think that Gongyizhu would be so stupid as to hide Kunyuan under the bamboo forest, but it seemed that there was indeed something in this bamboo forest.

Soon, his consciousness touched a square wooden box.

Xuanwu hooked his fingers, and the wooden box broke out of the ground by itself and flew in front of him.

This is just an ordinary mahogany box, buried in the soil for many years, the color is almost faded, and the polished corners of the varnish have long been decayed.

The bottom of the box is even entangled with a handful of plant roots, and there are some faint sticky marks left by earthworms and bamboo insects crawling on the top.

It didn't even have the most basic and common protective formation engraved on it, nor was it inlaid with a single spirit stone, as if it was the embodiment of an ancient memory that had been dusty for many years.

This box is dilapidated and inconspicuous, but as long as people focus their eyes on it, they will find that it seems to be a capitalized mystery.

Xuanwu couldn't help being curious.He opened the box directly, and the box was tightly closed, so the interior was still dry for many years, and it hadn't been corroded by the moisture in the bamboo forest.But compared to a Mahayana monk like him, this level of strictness is nothing more than a child's play.

The red-painted wooden box was finally reopened after a hundred years, and the contents inside were also seen again after a hundred years.

Xuanwu took a closer look, and saw a small carved wooden pendant quietly lying on the faded brocade support of the box, which was carved in a different shape.

"Oh!" Xuanwu squinted his eyes and thought for a while, before he remembered why he saw this small wood carving so familiar.There was even a bit of surprise in his tone when he recalled the past, "Isn't this the mocking wind? He was young and promising, with a knife-like look. Alas, if he didn't insist on opening his eyes for that little snake, I would have been very nervous." Like him."

Gongyizhu's body, which was originally dead still, bounced all of a sudden.

Originally, he was about to forget about this box. Before he died, there were three or five important things on his mind, none of which were more important than this wooden carving.

However, now that person and that matter are brought up by the murderer in such a careless tone, Gong Yizhu still can't help the anger burning in his heart.

He hissed, "You..."

Gongyizhu couldn't complete this sentence, and his voice was quickly interrupted by his own violent coughing.The accumulated blood in his lungs poured back, staining the coughing sound so weak.

If the mahogany box seems to be the materialization of a dusty memory, then the blood-stained Gongyizhu is the dying concrete.

Most of his face was crushed in the soil of the bamboo forest, and the shiny black hair that used to be like waterfall silk poured down, stained with dust, blood and sweat, blocking the small half of Gongyizhu's face exposed outside.

The palm that Xuanwu had touched on his vest before had almost destroyed the internal meridians all over his body, the first one to bear the brunt was the dantian that had now been pulled out with a big hole.

Then he summoned his last strength, and the blow to the back mountain was the fire that ignited in the ashes of the ruins. Although the power was impressive, it also cut off the remaining meridians in his body that were still barely connected. .

If Xuanwu was willing to press his hand on Gongyizhu's wrist veins at this time, he would find that there are more than [-] meridians all over Gongyizhu's body at this time, each of which is broken into fragments less than the size of a fingernail. It is also tattered like a catkin.

But Xuanwu saw that Gongyizhu's death was decided, so he had no intention of investigating the situation in his body, but raised his hand to lift Gongyizhu's hair scattered on his ear and cheek.

He brushed those messy hairs behind Gong Yizhu's ears, with unprecedented regret in his voice: "I've heard that there is a reason for prison cattle and mockery, but I don't know that this reason is enough to be infatuated for hundreds of years...you If you are extremely affectionate towards others, you must be able to express your affection towards pleasure, alas, I acted too quickly."

He thought, I shouldn't have let the prisoner cattle die so early, at least for this generation of prisoner cattle, I should listen to his flute before making a move.

Xuan Wu felt the same pity as he had when he killed the young mocking wind, the high-spirited swordsman.

It's not that he feels that he shouldn't kill these two alien species, but that when he sees beautiful things and people being destroyed in front of him, he will inevitably feel a sense of loss.

Xuanwu pressed Gongyizhu's shoulder, trying to turn him over, his movements were light and not rude, but halfway through the gesture, Gongyizhu still stretched out his hand to hold his wrist.

"..." Xuanwu stared at Gongyizhu's slender and slender hand. This person's jade-like shiny and firm skin was already stained with blood, and the nails were also full of mud.This hand used to press the strings of the qin, and with a flick of the hand, you can harmonize with the way of heaven and earth; that finger used to press the air holes of the bamboo flute, and the green-shirted and fine flute passed by with a slight smile. It was the first-class romantic in the academy.

Back then, all the students of Qinglong Academy jointly recommended the "Four Yis". Luo Lang, You Gongzi and Yin Yao Wang were all leaders among the young people. Only Mr. Gongyi was obviously an elder, but he still entered this fresh list.

The reason is that he is a good-natured person with a friendly temper, and his demeanor is really heart-wrenching. If his position is removed, the name of "Siyi" will not be worthy of the name.

However, at this moment, the other three of the Siyi selected as a joke were gathered at the other end, but he was dying alone, and he was about to die in his favorite falling bamboo forest.

Xuan Wu was a little surprised that this man still had the strength to raise his hand.

He thought of the mocking boy who was killed by him hundreds of years ago. He also broke his dantian and seized the source of Dao.The other party fled hastily with the unconscious Spirit Snake host just when he thought he would lose the power to fight back.

Although he still died in the end, he really did something unexpected by Xuanwu.

Xuanwu thought with great interest: Could it be said that all infatuated alien species even have a higher ability to resist?

Thinking of this, Xuanwu didn't shake off Gongyizhu's hand on his wrist.

That hand was already covered with cold sweat, if it wasn't for Xuanwu's wrist to hold it on purpose, it might have slipped off right now, and fell to the ground like a dead object.And the owner of the hand could no longer open his eyes and raise his head, and could only weakly spit out a few intermittent words from his dead gray lips.

His voice will never be as good as it is said to be.

Gongyizhu said with difficulty: "Qinglong... Academy... three thousand... students... innocent and innocent..."

Prisoners of all dynasties have always been happy and elegant, and Mr. Gongyi is even more charming.When he was young, he had a noble heart and extraordinary magnanimity, and when he was middle-aged, he was even more suave and graceful.He has always been a gentleman whose voice is as clear as ice and snow, and his side is like pearls and jade.

He doesn't need to rely on other people's hands to do things in his life, and he often takes a leisurely tour with his piano on the waves.Throughout his life, Gongyi Zhu was as high and clean as a crane, as sparse as a bamboo, and never bowed his head, nor did he need to beg, except before he died, he was so humble and weak.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Please...please Your Excellency..."

Qinglong Academy is the sacred place in the hearts of all those who study in the three thousand worlds. The gentlemen and teachers of Qinglong Academy are also generous and willing to be teachers shared by the world.

But today, at this moment, at this moment, under the scorching sun, in the cool wind and water, the strong bamboo that had been sheltering the academy fell silently.

The sound of Lang Lang's book has gone away from him, and the sound of Xian Le's piano was interrupted by Xuan Wu in the middle.

Gongyizhu thought quietly in the agony and the lightness of the soul's shell: From now on, Gongyi will no longer be able to perform the duty of defending, and it will be difficult for the students in the world to look after me. After my death, people will follow, remember, and rank ...

He heard Xuanwu sigh and promise: "What do the three thousand students have to do with my trip? Qinglong Realm is one of the four elephants, so they will naturally be my subjects in the future, and I will treat them all equally."

Gongyizhu gave a bleak smile, and finally the last bit of strength and warmth in that cold, sweaty palm had completely faded away. Xuanwu couldn't hold it any longer, so he watched the hand slip and fall to the ground powerlessly.

As he was dying, Gongyizhu died silently.

From then on, among the nine different races, the prisoner cow has been unique.

Bamboo has joints, even if it is cut off from the bottom, on a hot and dry day, if you get close to the dry bamboo roots, you can still drink a handful of sweet and clean water from the hollow bamboo joints.

That was the last bit of shelter Fengyizhizhu could leave for the children.

Xuanwu looked in the direction of mid-air thoughtfully, but in the end he didn't make a move to disperse the soul that Gongyizhu threw into Netherworld.

Facing Gongyizhu's body that was getting colder in the wind, Xuanwu let out a long sigh, untied Gongyizhu's collar himself, and hung the small wooden sculpture of mocking wind around his neck for him.

Even after seeing Gongyizhu's demeanor and dying words, he couldn't bear to let Gongyizhu die on the threshold in embarrassment.

Xuanwu transported Gongyizhu's body to the bamboo forest and laid it flat, then took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat, mud and blood all over his chin for Gongyizhu, then turned the handkerchief over , covering the fist-sized blood hole on his dantian.

He stood up, turned his hands away, and murmured to himself amidst the quiet and desolate wind in the bamboo forest.He said with a lot of emotion: "The old friendship is gone, and whose piano can I listen to in the future?"

His dark green figure seemed to distort time and space for an instant, and the shadow suddenly drifted away in place like a puff of smoke.

Among the bamboo groves, only Gongyi Bamboo lay there quietly.All his life, he was elegant and gentle, elegant and cunning, only when he died, his brows were frowned, and it was obvious that he was not at all peaceful when he passed away.

And everything he cares about: the half-disciple Luo Jiujiang who shoulders the future, the three thousand students in the academy, the two pillows who are far away in the spirit snake world, and the justice that he has demonstrated, he misses. From then on, all the living creatures that fell on him have nothing to do with him.

Bamboo leaves fluttered with the wind, and some clusters of bamboo in the distance also bloomed with flowers.

Pale bamboo flowers and green bamboo leaves swirled and floated down in the wind, covering the blood-stained green shirt with a thin layer.