sinovels Chapter 74
Chapter 74
The battle between the Blood Demon Sect and the Xiujie has been going on for more than a month. Wei Xuanqi of Xuantian Sword Sect disappeared mysteriously. Feng Jingrui inspected his Destiny Lamp, only saying that he was in the dust and his life was safe.
Today, the world is full of wars, and Emperor Li led his troops to the battle, winning the battle.
Many years later, the war was pacified, and the world was peaceful for many years. Recalling the days of war, the veterans who participated in the battle said that in those wars, whenever they were in trouble, there would always be some wonderful situations to help the army out of danger. They said It was the order of Emperor Li, the emperor, and he was blessed by the gods.
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He also said that for more than a month, the Blood Demon Sect has been empty, only a few people stayed on Tanzhu Mountain, and the rest followed Xiuzhu and others to conquer everywhere. They cut off the heads of the Xiu sect and hung them high At the gate of the city, when the weather is hot, you can smell a strong rotten smell from a distance.
Even so, the casualties of the Blood Demon Sect were serious, and many people were carried into his pharmacy every day.
Another day, Nangong Zui took the injured person into the pharmacy, and his subordinates quickly treated him. People from the Blood Demon Sect were not afraid of death and aggressive, so they were either not injured, or seriously injured.
Even Nangong Zui, known as the ghost doctor, seemed a little tired after a continuous month of busy work.
There was a bitter smell of medicine and bursts of blood in the pharmacy, and Nangong Zui's subordinates paused slightly.Feeling sick for no reason.
After treating the seriously injured person, Nangong Zui instructed the others in the pharmacy, then walked away from the pharmacy.
He walked aimlessly all the way, and finally stopped in front of a tree, looking at the tall tree trunk in front of him, Nangong Zui stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, his thoughts returned to a long, long time ago.
At that time he was a child, fat and white.
That day, he followed Qiu Gaojie to visit Xuantian Sword Sect, and Qiu Gaojie discussed matters with Sanqing Daoist, so he went to the courtyard boredly, sat under the tree and counted ants.
That's when he met Jing Rui.
Back then, Jing Rui was not as cold and harsh as he is now. He was mischievous and most of all disobedient to discipline, which was a headache.
That day, he was sitting under the tree, Jingrui saw it from afar, and quietly climbed up the tree, picked a fruit and hit him, then put his hands on his waist, raised his chin, and looked down at him with high spirits.
Back then, Nangong Zui was small and fat, carved in powder and jade, like a fat porcelain doll, very delicate.After being hit, he didn't cry loudly. Instead, his eyes were pitifully red, and his pink mouth shrunk, tears streaming down his face.
The little Jingrui has seen many people, but he has never seen such a pitiful person like him, so he panicked in an instant, he jumped off the tree in a hurry, coaxing him at a loss, and being with him, but Nangong Zui just didn't like it. Listening to him, she was still crying pitifully, and hiccupped at the end, Jing Rui was flustered and bewildered.
That is to say, from that day on, every time he saw him, Feng Jingrui would get close to him, call him a crybaby and little fat man, and pester him relentlessly.
Nangong Zui ignored him at first, but after being entangled for a long time, he began to vaguely look forward to a meeting.
That was the purest and most beautiful time for the two of them.
Nangong Zui withdrew his hand, and when he was about to walk back, he faintly heard a few people talking not far away.
"Tell me, what chances do you have in this cultivation world?"
"Hey, that's right, now that Wei Xuanqi is missing, and Jing Rui is about to die, how could other people be worth the corpses of our Demon Lord."
"Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it. When their heads were cut off, the expressions of fear on their faces are so beautiful. Just thinking about it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body."
"Back then, the ancestor of witchcraft unfortunately died at the hands of Jing Rui, now it's time for us to take revenge!"
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
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Listening to their conversation, Nangong Zui's body trembled slightly, his face pale.
Landscape Rui...
Can't do it?
Nangong Zui lowered his head and secretly clenched the hands in his sleeves.
On the day of the altar, he withdrew and left when he realized that something was wrong. What happened after that was what others said. He didn't dare to think about what would happen to Feng Jingrui when he found out.
He and him were not on the same path from the beginning.
Nangong Zui walked towards the way he came from in a trance, not knowing what he thought of, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
What Nangong and didn't know was that after he left, those who were talking stopped talking, looked at each other, and disappeared in place.
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Fusu lay on the chair and fell asleep, listening to He Lianxue's story about what happened during this period.
Hearing what Xiuzhu did recently, Fusu opened his eyes.
Xiuzhu's ruthlessness is beyond his appearance.
Fu Su looked at He Lianxue, then closed his eyes again.
All the affairs in the Xiangfu back then were planned by Xiuzhu, in order to find out his blood demon venerable.
His ruthlessness is always the same.
Fusu asked: "When did you and Xiu Zhu arrive at the Blood Demon Sect?"
He Lianxue winked, and said shyly: "I have been in the Blood Demon Sect for more than 70 years. As for Xiuzhu, I don't know who I am. He seems to have been following the ancestor of the witchcraft all the time, or maybe he is in the blood demon sect." Maybe even earlier."
Fu Su nodded when he heard the words, he was quite curious about what kind of person his predecessor, the Patriarch Witch Gu, was so that someone like Xiu Zhu could stay in the Blood Demon Sect for a hundred years.
Now the cultivation world is in chaos, people from the three sects gathered, only a few guards from the sects, Fusu stood up, brushed off the leaves on his body, and disappeared in place with a sway of the jade fan in his hand.
Inside the Xuantian Sword Sect, Xuantian disciples dressed in white and holding long swords are patrolling around.
The man walking at the end only felt a red light flashing in front of his eyes, but when he looked again, there was nothing. He frowned secretly, thinking that he was wrong...
The back mountain of Xuantian Sword Sect is a small glacier, which is full of aura, but few people go there because it is too cold.
On the white ice, there is a small Zen room. The simple and solemn wooden door is slowly pushed open, and the coldness hits Fusu. He pauses, and then steps into the wooden door.
What caught my eye was an extremely simple room with only a wooden bed and a table, which was cold and lonely.
Fusu went to the bed and sat down, lightly stroked the dusty quilt with her fingertips, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
He walked around, although the room was very simple, but he looked very carefully, as if he saw Wei Jie's appearance in ten years through this room.
As he was walking, Fusu stopped suddenly, and a little paper figurine emerged from his arms, and Xiaozhi gesticulated excitedly.
Fusu looked in the direction that the little paper figurine said, he concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips, and then drew a pattern on the wall, and then, the wall moved slightly, and then revealed the inside thing.
It was a wooden box, and it looked a bit old.
Fusu put the wooden box on the table, looked at its body which was wiped clean, and had a faint thought in his heart, his finger which was about to open the box paused, then curled hesitantly, after a while Only then did he make up his mind to open the wooden box.
Looking at the things inside the box, Fusu felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes felt sore and uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, and then picked up the things inside.
It was something he gave Xiang Yang before.
There are the candied haws that I bought for him for the first time, the two crooked characters of Xiangyang written by him, the peach branches that he folded and competed with him before, and the little paper figurines that he gave him when he was in Fan Mushan. There are many, many small objects, most of which Fusu had forgotten long ago, but Wei Jie kept them carefully and kept them in their original state with spiritual energy.
In the past ten years, I don't know how many times he took them out, recalling the past again and again.
He looked at those objects seriously one by one, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth, and there was tenderness in his eyes that he didn't know.
"This idiot..."
Thinking back to Qu Xiujie's words "Fusu, I regret it", Fusu laughed foolishly.
What should I do, Qu Xiujie, he regretted it too...
He wanted to be with Wei Jie, to kiss him, to let him see only him, to possess him, and to let him know that he loved him.
He would stay at the bottom of the cliff every night, wishing that he would appear, but was afraid of the look in his eyes when he appeared.
He had thought many times about returning to Taige as soon as possible, but now, every time he thinks about it, he is overwhelmed with reluctance and bitterness.
Fusu raised his hand to caress the red mark on his forehead, recently the mark has faded more and more, only faintly red.
Fusu sighed softly, he took out the jade pendant on the Yuxiao fan and put it in the palm of his hand, the red light surrounded the jade pendant tightly, after a while, he put the jade pendant in the wooden box , close it carefully, hold it and put it in the dark compartment, and then return everything to its original state.
This is the only thing he can leave to Wei Jie.
After standing quietly for a while, Fusu walked out of the meditation room.
Fusu walked slowly on the ice field, a faint heat came from his forehead, Fusu was taken aback, and suddenly looked into the distance.
Nangong drunk!
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On the path among the dense forests, a man was driving a horse and galloped forward quickly. The light yellow clothes were flying in the wind, and the doll's face was full of helplessness.
Nothing can happen to Jing Rui...Anyone can do it, except him!Must live well!
"drive!"
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In Kyoto, Feng Jingrui, who had subdued the chaos and evil spirits, suddenly paused, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked sharply into the distance, but disappeared in the same place in just a moment.
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