no signs of spirituality

"Mother, on the flying dragon tree..."

"Shh-"

The fox demon clutched the child's lips, and quickly passed by Feilong River.

Feilongchuan is located in a remote place, if it is not for the festival, the ghosts under the mud would not easily come here, the mother and son of the fox demon rarely come here to pick fruit, but they caught a glimpse of something they shouldn't have seen.

The child whined, and the two of them walked more than a hundred meters before the mother let go, and the boy shouted: "There is a primrose on the flying dragon tree!"

"That's not primrose!" The fox scolded, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Obviously it is!" The boy looked back from a distance, "It's a big one, a snow-white primrose, where is its partner? Why doesn't it sing?"

The fox demon didn't say a word, he hugged him and told him to go forward, not allowing him to look back.

The snow water meanders beside the river, and the boy muttered, "Spring is coming soon, isn't the primrose dying soon?"

"I won't die." The fox demon said, "Hey, let's go home."

Naturally, the thing resting on the flying dragon tree is not a primrose.

The Hefa Immortal sat on a tree trunk more than ten meters high, with white and gorgeous feathers hanging down. From a distance, he really looked like a snowbird with a long tail, but it was silent, neither spreading its wings nor singing. Quietly lingering in the snow among the trees, as if waiting for the spring to die.

After Xie Lingzheng bid farewell to the monk's family in the mud, he left the retrograde boat, took the cassock, jade bottle and the letter that Xiao Wuyin left him, and climbed to the top of the mud road.

The journey here is not far away, within about a day, he saw the sword marks covered with frost and snow, and the cold air hit his face, if he was a few steps closer, the ghost body would suffer A heavy blow from the evil-slaying sword energy.

Xie Lingzheng's mind reappeared the old scene. In the past, he still had the body of an immortal, so he was able to cross this sword mark and travel freely from heaven to earth. However, the closer he gets to this sword mark, the more painful his limbs and neck will be. , so that he had to suspect that his body had suffered from cutting snow.

Thinking in this way, he took out the big red cassock in his arms and put it on his shoulders, only to feel that the maggot-like chill on the tarsus had dissipated slightly, and then walked forward for a while, reaching the gap before, he stretched out his hand He probed into the place where the frost had formed, only to feel a tingling pain, and the frost front pierced his fingertips, blood was seen instantly.

Xie Lingzheng raised his eyebrows, and immediately realized what Xiao Wuyin said in the letter, "It's so fierce that it cannot be removed by ordinary spells", so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​finding another place, and silently recited the Immortal Returning Curse several times in his heart.

Along the way, he remembered many spells that he had been familiar with, but he still only remembered the name of the Immortal Returning Curse, and after thinking about it, he was suffering all over his body, as if he was always missing a finishing touch, so he couldn't remember it. more things.But Xie Lingzheng didn't want to force it. He had trust in Tuoshu and his gods who didn't know where it came from. Maybe it was because of the master-student relationship in his previous life, or maybe it was because the love in his eyes was too clear, and his body was plain and clean. The immortal gentleman is like a blank sheet of paper, every thought is written on the jade-like body one stroke at a time, and he can tell clearly with just one glance: Bai Luocha will not harm himself, nor will he care about what he cares about. people.

The blood on his fingertips stained the cassock. Using his own blood as a guide, he straightened his body, cleared away his distracting thoughts, concentrated his energy, and wrote the well-known mantra on the stone stroke by stroke, and his spiritual power flowed through the mantra. During the text, he used his half-ghost, half-immortal body to urge himself to activate the immortal power, and he was sweating profusely within a few breaths.

Xianli's urging hits his heart one stroke after another. Every time he draws, he feels more and more familiar with this scene. When he writes seven or eight sentences, colorful scenes suddenly break into his eyes, and he is in awe. In the dark, he heard the sound of the woman crying, the screaming of the ghost, and the tearing of the soul, and he was in a state of confusion for a while, but he couldn't stop the movements of his hands. He gritted his teeth and wrote more than ten sentences. At the end, his chest was full of breath, His brain hurt again, and his lips were bleeding. He reached out and took out an embroidered handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it off, but it stopped abruptly when he brought it to his lips, only to realize that he had taken the wrong thing.

The red cloth handkerchief in front of him is not a handkerchief, but a relic of the willow waist, taken from Lingluo, the snake girl.

Thinking of the word Liu Yaoyao, Xie Lingzheng's fingers trembled for no reason, and the red embroidered apron fell to the ground. He looked down, and suddenly his heart trembled: the dark red bloodstain on the apron was completely different from the curse he had written at that moment. It fits perfectly, and it is undoubtedly from my own handwriting!

Xie Lingzheng stopped his movements suddenly, and suddenly remembered that he had used the Return to Immortal Curse to kill someone.

He once used the Immortal Return Curse to kill Chen Xiuxiang, one of the three immortals in the heaven.

The Immortal Returning Curse, the Immortal Returning Curse, reverses all the magic in the world with fairy art, returns the scars to the body of Jia, and returns the sword wound to the body of the sword wielder.

Xie Lingzheng stared blankly at the incantation at the sword mark, and the cold light flowed, as if it was about to take effect. Xiao Wuyin's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt a palpitation: return this sword mark that broke the world to his body , even if it is Da Luo King Kong, how can he survive?

He immediately took the cassock in his hand to wipe the bloodstains on the ground, but since the incantation was completed, how could it be easily wiped away? In a hurry, he touched his waist again, and found that he was not equipped with a weapon, but he had a jade bottle in his arms that might be worth it. As soon as he wanted to use it, he took out the jade bottle without any hesitation, and no longer cared about Xiao Wuyin's instructions, he smashed it to the side of the stone edge, and hit the curse mark with the sharp point, trying to chisel the blood bit by bit. go.

The fairy artifact and the fairy spell resisted, and both were hurt in an instant. The jade bottle was shattered into powder, and the spell was also broken from it. The cold light dimmed before it burst.

The world was quiet again, Xie Lingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, and sat paralyzed in front of the curse marks, panting lightly.

He stared at the mess in front of him with slightly distracted eyes, and was overwhelmed by intense exhaustion, making him unable to move, so he could only shrink back into the red cassock to avoid the coldness of the sword marks.

After the snowfall, the sky was originally bright and clear, but dark clouds gathered in the sky above Nixiadao, and the light and darkness changed abruptly for a moment, and even the sky became gloomy and cold like the curse mark in front of me.

Xie Lingzheng knew that this was a sign that spring thunder was coming, but a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, there is a white jade cave like a pure white living room. The young disciple of Mount Yingtai, in the name of being afraid of thunder, ran to the palace where the fairy rested, and acted like a baby and asked the master to hug him to rest. Although no one is allowed to set foot in the place where Jun rests, there are three exceptions for his disciples: injury, illness, Chinese New Year, and thunder from the sky.

The white-clothed and black-haired fairy with cinnabar and red eyebrows is extremely beautiful. He sits upright, unfolds the sleeves of his robe, and embraces him in his arms. While patting the young man's back, he coaxed in a low voice:

"Zheng'er, don't be afraid."

Xie Lingzheng's lips trembled slightly, and there were still fragments of the jade bottle in his sight. In a trance, he remembered what Xiao Wuyin said to him before Feilong Waterfall, and vaguely guessed the reason:

—what he was missing was coming back.

He didn't know why he felt fear in his heart, so he could only silently recite the phrase "don't be afraid", and let the endless memories entangle his heart and soul, and let those thoughts and pictures flood into his mind like a flood.

The originally fragmented memories were connected in a thread, and he couldn't bear to think of Chen Xiuxiang's death, the farewell of Yingtai Mountain, hundreds of lives of Bohugong's family, and he couldn't chew it. Bitter and bold kisses.

After being dazzled by thousands of flowers, he returned to silence. His memory ended in his own corpse on the barren land, and Xiao Wuyin's pale hair.

Xie Lingzheng raised his head in a daze, took out the letter in his bosom again, read it from the beginning to the end, and felt bewildered: Xiao Wuyin seemed to want to die to get rid of the sword curse, and advised him to discard the remnant soul , don't think of all this.

Before he had time to think about it, a purple light suddenly appeared in the sky, and he saw thunder and lightning flashing in the smoldering black clouds, and the thunder of the herald of spring was aimed at him, and fell straight towards him!

Xie Lingzheng was powerless to dodge as if he was fixed on the ground. He suddenly realized that this was not spring thunder at all, but a catastrophe caused by the five elders against the sky.But seeing the thunder and fire exploded on his body, the red cassock resisted the blow, and it was already scorched, and then the second thunder fell straight down, Xie Lingzheng made a decisive decision, and took advantage of the gap to roll on the spot at the sword mark. It can be called a ruthless spiritual technique, the slammed down, collided with the sword mark, and burned away a piece of the sword curse.

Xie Lingzheng said in his heart: I am going to die again this time, if I can dispel the curse of the sword and restore the freedom of ghosts, it will be regarded as a worthy death.

At that moment, he simply recited the thunder-attracting mantra silently, and actually attracted the thunderstorms to his body. The two thunderbolts on the cassock were already dim and half of them were damaged. However, at the same time, half of Zhanxue's sword marks disappeared, and Xie Lingzheng took pleasure in suffering, thinking that if he erased the sword marks and won the bet with the monk in the mud, the cassock would be destroyed if it was destroyed, and no one would ask him to pay it back.

At this time, he was dressed in plain clothes and shabby clothes, and he was naked in the world.Invoked by the Thunder Curse, the sky thunder gathered in his body, and there was a sudden thunder in his ears. He raised his eyes to face the thunder light falling from the sky, and wondered in his heart how many times his dilapidated body could be hit, and whether it would hurt the mud. Down with the ghosts.

Then in the next moment, a white shadow and light cloud seemed to fly in front of him, and the snow sleeves were blowing in the wind, blocking the falling raindrops. The familiar figure turned around and covered him in his arms, and took the thunder for him with his back. go.

Xie Lingzheng looked up in astonishment, only to see Immortal Yingtai dressed in clean clothes, with one hand shaking his arms and bending his feather robe over his body, whispering in his ear, "Don't get wet in the rain."

Xie Lingzheng didn't have time to answer, when he saw another thunderbolt, he hurriedly called out "Xianjun", and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push.

Xiao Wuyin pressed his arm, frowned and scolded: "Why are you disobedient?"

As soon as the words were finished, a thunderbolt struck down, he suddenly hugged Xie Lingzheng into his arms, and leaned over to carry him, his lips trembled slightly for a while, his face was as pale as paper.

Xie Lingzheng said: "Xianjun! This is my doom—"

"I did it against the sky, and it has nothing to do with you." Xiao Wuyin said in a low voice, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, he didn't care at all, "I will mention the matter of the thunder calamity to the mud monk, and he will protect the ghosts for you. "

Xie Lingzheng didn't know what to do for a while, the thunder in his ears became more and more urgent, but he knew in his heart that Xiao Wuyin was already in a state of exhaustion, he wanted to break free, but he was caught ruthlessly. The indifferent and reserved Yingtai Xianjun was entangled with him like a pair of hot shackles, pulling him forcefully and confining him in his arms, not to mention Tianlei, he didn't even want him to be drenched in a drop of rain.

"Xianjun, Lingzheng is a person who is about to die, so I definitely shouldn't be like you." Xie Lingzheng said anxiously.

Xiao Wuyin slammed him down on the ground, and said coldly: "You are still alive."

"Xianjun-"

"Listen, Xie Lingzheng, I would rather turn myself into ashes than hurt myself." Immortal Yingtai's eyes were like knives, and his white hair was scattered. He really looked like a cannibal Rakshasa, " Do you understand?"

Xie Lingzheng's eyes were slightly closed, but he was speechless for a while.

The rain danced like beans, and the thunder was like drums. At first Xiao Wuyin didn't even twitch his brows, but later, every time the purple light flashed his body would shake. Xie Lingzheng grabbed his collar in fear, trying to push him away After exchanging positions with him, Xiao Wuyin raised his eyes, glanced coldly at Xie Lingzheng, then moved his lips slightly, and said: "Fix the body".

Xie Lingzheng froze in response to the sound, he couldn't move his whole body, only to see a big mouthful of blood gushing from Xiao Wuyin's lips as soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted anxiously: "Xianjun, don't..."

"Shut up." Xiao Wuyin ordered, and after finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that he was too strict, so he gently ran along Xie Lingzheng's back, and said in a low voice, "Lingzheng, don't be afraid."

Yingtai Xianjun's voice trembled.

Xie Lingzheng only felt that his heart was on fire. He had never seen Xiao Wuyin in such a state of embarrassment. In the end, he did not dare to raise the debt of life and death, so he could only hold Xiao Wuyin's waist with his fingertips, which could move slightly. In this way, they can share the ferocious thunder and fire that filled the sky.

The thunderbolt will not be merciful just because the person who bears it is changed, it still roars continuously, and it rips the sky and lands on the fairy who is dressed in plain white, tearing open his back mercilessly The serious illness and old wounds hidden under the clothes that no one can see, a blood flower blooming on the layers of white robes that are constantly blooming--the Immortal of Yingtai has no immortal bones, and every thunder of the sky will consume him alive One cent of longevity.

But after a long time, Xie Lingzheng noticed that his palm was covered with wet sticky, he raised his eyes to look at Xiao Wuyin, only to see that the immortal gentleman half closed his eyes, half awake, his blood stained red lips were chapped, He squeezed extremely tightly, his back was straight, and he didn't seem to be injured at all, but the blood in Xie Lingzheng's palm was getting more and more bloody, and the white clothes were also stained with blood. How could he hide such a serious injury?

Xie Lingzheng finally spoke again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xianjun! You are injured, just undo the immobilization spell!"

Xiao Wuyin didn't answer, nor scolded him like before, but just hugged him loosely and stroked the top of his hair lightly.

The blood stains on the white robe spread to the front of his body, dripped from the neckline, just landed on Xie Lingzheng's forehead, and slid down his face. Xie Lingzheng watched helplessly, his eyes were astringent, his face was mixed with blood and rain, and he didn't know if there were tears .

Another thunderbolt struck down, and Immortal Yingtai finally couldn't support himself, his body trembled and fell to the ground, his shoulders were swollen, Xie Lingzheng glanced over the back of the shoulder, and saw the hideous, scorched and swollen wound on the spine, finally came back again Unable to restrain himself, he cried: "Master, you are about to undo the curse - I can't break free, you have undone the curse -"

Xiao Wuyin supported the ground with one hand, stood up slightly, lowered his head and kissed his Adam's apple that was trembling from crying, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The snow-white front was already stained with blood, Xiao Wuyin rolled his body, and pressed his forehead against the person in his arms, his dark pupils were a little loose, but inside seemed to hide a halo that had never been seen in this life.His forehead was a little hot, and when he touched Xie Lingzheng's cold "body of five elders", he never wanted to part again.

"Xiao Wuyin..." Xie Lingzheng stared at him, hissed, "Please, break the curse..."

Xiao Wuyin didn't say a word, and amidst the thunderous thunder, he left a kiss on the other's lips that was so light that there was almost no touch.

He didn't say a word, and only touched the person in his arms with all his remaining strength. The desolate and cold-hearted fairy still doesn't understand love, lust, and thirst, but he will be like any mortal, longing for the closest relatives to cuddle together .

Until the thunder gradually died down and the raindrops gradually weakened, he said hoarsely in his voice:

"The curse stops."

The fixation spell was released in response, Xie Lingzheng turned over and jumped up immediately, hugging the bruised and blood-stained Xianjun, and the latter had lost consciousness, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was weak, almost nothing.

Xie Lingzheng raised his head and looked at the sky. The heavy cumulus clouds gradually dissipated, revealing a snowy and clear sky, and the clear light fell on his shoulders, which was a bit scalding. This was a sign of the approaching spring.

Under the clear sunlight, Immortal Lord Yingtai's body gradually turned cold, Xiao Wuyin still held his wrist tightly, but fell into a long deep sleep.