After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Xianglihong woke up in the middle of the night.

At that time, Xiangli Feilu read ancient books until late at night, rubbed his reddish eyes, and got up to make medicine.

He started taking this medicine a few days ago.

The bone disease of the people in Qingyue Town is almost cured, and he is the only one who takes this medicine.

The medicine made from the refreshing grass and the vein-breaking vine can suspend the spirit and maintain mana at the cost of sealing the veins.

He drank the thick black bitter medicine in one gulp, and when he stood up, he swayed because of his unsteady vision, and then asked the people outside: "Have the night shift come back?"

"They're all back, Master."

"Have you delivered all the fruit and snacks sent to Mr. Rong?"

"It's all delivered, but Mr. Rong said..."

The priest's mouth moved, his eyebrows tangle together, trying to hold back a smile, "It's still the same sentence, you must go back and feed him with your own hands before he is willing to eat."

"When did it happen?"

Xiangli Feilu raised his eyes and looked outside.

It was very late, he didn't know the time when he got busy, the sky was pitch black, only the sound of rain remained, and the crackling of lanterns.

The sound of the water under the eaves sometimes disappeared, and it accompanied him steadily and constantly throughout the night.

The priest then looked outside and said, "It happened several hours ago, the young master should go to bed hungry."

Xiangli Feilu glanced at him, his green eyes didn't show any emotion, they just looked sharp and compelling.

This is a pair of eyes that can see through gods and demons. When the priest met these eyes, he knew that his thoughts had been seen through, so he didn't hide it anymore: "Go back to sleep and take a rest. I can't stand it either."

Everyone in Qingyue Town is worried about him.

Although he is a practitioner, his physique is better than that of ordinary people, but even with a body of iron, he can't bear the hard work of desks.

Xiangli Feilu closed the case file, stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows: "Then I'll go back and see him... just take a look around."

As soon as he stood up, the note in his sleeve swayed lightly, like a feather last time, poking at his scar without scratching, bringing a vague pain and itching.

He stood up.

The priest followed him and sent several new umbrellas over.

He picked up a handful of red ones, and was just about to open them to step into the rain curtain, but saw a pair of figures slowly driving towards them in the rain curtain, one was sitting in a wheelchair, looking haggard, and the other was pushing the person in the wheelchair slowly coming .

Xiangli Feilu recognized the person, stopped in his tracks: "Master?"

He frowned: "Are you awake? You haven't cultivated well yet, why are you coming out now?"

"It's good or bad, that's all. It's me who doesn't live up to it."

Xianglihong sat in the wheelchair, coughed a few more times, shook his head to stop the people next to him from helping him, and pushed the wheelchair and walked inside, "How is the formation? Did I disturb your rest? You should asleep."

His tone was a little eager, and he seemed to avoid talking about some scars.

"It's okay, I just... want to go out and do some inspections. It's a good thing Master wakes up."

Xiangli Feilu took over the priest, supported his wheelchair with one hand, turned the direction, and slowly pushed it into the room, "I added some things to your previous formation..."

Xiangli Feilu put away the umbrella with the other hand and handed it back to the priest for safekeeping, the voices of the discussion gradually faded away.

The courtyard was once again silent, except for the sound of the pattering rain.

The two priests met, one of them was guarding the door, and the one on the left was holding the pile of umbrellas with his head bowed.

He first looked back at the two people in the inner room, and then turned his head to look at the dark rain curtain: "Master Xiangli used to be like this."

"How?"

"Madam made porridge and waited for him to go back to drink, but there are always other things to bother him." The priest murmured, "Madam is also sick, and Mr. Xiangli promised to go back and see, but he always pushed and pushed until late at night. , I heard from Qingyue girl that the wife is asleep most of the time. They have a good relationship as husband and wife, but the time to talk after January is not as much time to talk to us. "

"So you said sir." Another priest also echoed a few words.

"Otherwise? Or do you want to say... the master is also like this?"

"Master... that's true." Another priest sighed for a moment, "What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentices."

The umbrellas were still put away in the corner, and the raindrops from the eaves fell into threads, flying white, arousing a burst of whiteness and coolness.

The sky changed from dark to bright, and then from bright to dark, and the trivial conversation in the study was finally suspended.

It was Xianglihong who stopped talking, his face was haggard, but he frowned and looked at Xiangli Feilu's sleeve: "Don't mention this, go back and rest first."

Xiangli Feilu suddenly didn't realize what he said, he insisted: "I still think that those three people can't be released so early, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Lihong suddenly pulled his sleeve, and then withdrew his hand - the palm was already covered with blood, it was bright red and glaring.

The wound on Xiangli Feilu's wrist cracked again, and the blood was already rolling down the cuff, but because Qingyue Town was too humid, he didn't notice it.

"It doesn't matter whether you let it go or not." Looking at the blood on his palm, Xiang Lihong asked in a deep voice, "Have you given yourself medicine?"

Xiangli Feilu didn't speak.

"You can maintain your body's functioning, but your qi and blood flow backwards, compromising your cultivation." Xiang Lihong sighed heavily, "...you are drinking poison to quench your thirst."

Xiangli Feilu whispered, "Master..."

"You go back." Xianglihong closed his eyes wearily, "You should also go and see Mr. Rong."

"No, it doesn't matter on his side." Xiangli Feilu said.

"No, it doesn't matter. I'm not just advising you to rest. If there is someone by your side, hold on to him, don't wait until you miss it..."

Xianglihong shook his head, forced a smile, and thought of something, "Don't be like me... like me. This is unlucky, I won't say it. But if one day, Mr. Rong is snatched away by others, Just wait and see."

Rong Yi sat down in front of the door and looked up at the rain.

Just like when he first came to Jiang Country, he didn't go anywhere else.

Because of what happened before, the people living in the Priest's Wharf were compressed and integrated again to take care of each other. This time the layers were emptied, leaving only him and Xiangli Feilu.

The threshold is cold, and moisture is embedded in the wood grains underneath. He can see that there are countless wood gases hidden in the moisture, and there are moss and green shoots that are suppressed here, trying to grow out of the water.

These things are finer than dust, and more fragile than mayflies. These tiny lives have almost never existed. They pop up at the coldest time of sunset, and then they are gently swept away by the sweeping maid, and they disappear without a trace. .

Several priests passed by, greeted him, and called him: "Young Master Rong."

Asked him what he wanted to order, Rong Yi just shook her head and said with her chin resting, "It's nothing, I'm waiting for Master Buddha to come back."

Those people just smiled and left.

Later in the evening, the priest's dock fell silent, and no one came up again.

The cold night descended with frost, Rong Yi let out a breath, and the white steam floated upwards leisurely, and he followed to look up, the Xuanwu wall water stars in the sky were shining brightly.The place where the starlight shines belongs to the Taiyin Realm.

He suddenly thought that the Ming kings in the sky were all looking at him like King Jundali Daming.

He stood up again and went to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a letter, scribbled without rules or rules, and told them all about his recent life.

Draw a stick man with a sword in his hand, this is Xiangli Feilu and his Qingyue Sword.

Then draw a bird squatting on the shoulder of the stick figure, that is, he is raising him.

Another lamp, one person, a squatting phoenix, that's him waiting for him to come back to feed himself.

And he likes to see him raising Jiang Guoren, and is willing to wait for him, because Fei Lu is warmer than the light in that kind of appearance.

Rong Yi spent some time drawing these ghostly symbols, from evening to late at night.

Xiangli Feilu still hasn't come back.

Because he was not allowed to use spells, he only thought secretly, hoping that a lost blue bird would come tomorrow and help him deliver the letter to Brahma.

He is wise and responsive.

Rong Yi had just put the letter paper back into her storage ring when she heard an argument in a low voice from outside.

"give me back."

"You can leave, but if you don't tell us what you use for these things, we won't return them."

"Yeah, I've never seen such a magic weapon... It seems to be used by magic, if you don't explain it clearly, how can we return it to you?"

Following the sound, Rong Yi poked her head out of the attic and looked down.

In the courtyard, Lan Xing's lips were tight, and his white fingertips firmly grasped the iron box in the priest's hand, and his shoulders were already covered with a layer of mist.His strength was weak, his hands clutching the box had bulging veins, and he was thin and fair.

He had been imprisoned for a period of time, his black clothes were torn, his hair was loose, and he looked thinner and more fragile, but his cold and silent aura was even stronger than before.

The person next to him reminded the priest in a low voice: "Be careful, the plain silver sword in this person's hand is very powerful, and it can beat the master twice."

All eyes turned to the plain silver sword in his hand.

But it was strange that Lan Xing was holding the sword tightly at this moment. Even though his other hand was almost exhausted, making people feel that his joints were about to snap, he still had no intention of drawing the sword.

"Of course I will go." There was a suppressed smoothness in his voice, and his speaking speed was also very slow, "Give me back the things, and I will never set foot in your Qingyue Town again."

"Qingyue Town has a radius of hundreds of miles and there is no one else. Where are you going when you leave Qingyue Town?"

The priest still didn't believe it and persisted.

"I have a place to go." Lan Xing still spoke slowly, with undercurrents surging in his dark eyes, "I won't come again."

The priest was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the iron box finally moved. Lan Xing supported the iron box with one hand, and there was a deep red mark on his hand.

He straightened his back, carried the heavy iron box, and walked out while shaking slightly, without looking sideways.

He was always asking for his suitcase, with a certain sickly obstinacy.

Few people can straighten their backs like him. In the heavy rain, his clothes and hair have been soaked with rainwater, sticking wetly to his pale skin.

The box was extremely heavy, and he took many steps. When he left the gate of the priest's dock, he shook his body and fell heavily.

He quickly supported the wall, his fingertips scratched bloodstains on the hard and rough stone wall.

He was breathing heavily.

The rain and mist intertwined with his breathing, and the scalding hot air surged in the vast expanse of whiteness, as if life was beating and passing by.

His hands had been strangled by the slender chain on the iron box, blue and purple, red and white intertwined, swollen and hot, and it was obviously not the only thing that made him show a painful expression-he was pressing his chest and abdomen tightly, his whole body Pale and trembling, he could only lean against the wall tightly, trying not to let himself slide down.

"Are you in pain?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the rain, Lan Xing raised his eyes to look, the eyelids stung by sweat and tears opened, in the blur, he could only see a pink and white figure walking in front of him.

The man looked down at him: "You are sick? How pitiful. I understand. Is that why you came here?"

It was a light and clear voice, without any emotion, just a serious summary out of curiosity.

Lan Xing was already leaning in the corner like a dead fish, even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

But when he realized that there was a person in front of him, he staggered and straightened his back as if he was startled before dying. The plain silver sword in his hand was almost out of its sheath, but he refused to listen to him. Things are completely blocked.

He almost tried his best to compete with his own body, but he still could only lean against the wall in vain like a puddle of mud, supporting himself in a ridiculous posture, unable to make any extra movements.

to go.he thinks.

Go quickly, don't be seen like this.

This embarrassing, humiliating, out-of-control gesture.

The pink and white shadow got closer again, and Lan Xing's eyes slowly focused, but he still couldn't see his appearance clearly, he only remembered the light pink color, and those eyes that were as black as water and as bright as stars.

"I just came to ask you for a fruit. Can you give me the fruit you have in your sleeve?"

Lan Xing breathed heavily, his chest heaved, sweat wet his forehead hair, and dripped from Junxiu's chin.

The sweat was cold, and mixed with the rain, it was so cold that his heart ached, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned by ice, he couldn't speak, and it seemed that taking another breath would kill him.

But this sentence is obviously not waiting for him to answer.

He felt a source of heat in the cold sky, the only source of heat was the breath of the person in front of him.

At the same time, with a monstrous coercion that blocked his way - phoenix karma, Mingxing coercion.

Rong Yi got very close, and reached out to fumble in the pouch in his sleeve, and after a while, finally found a green fruit.

——Lianshi, the kind that the phoenix eats, only grows in the most yang place in the heaven, and it is countless times more valuable than flat peaches and longevity fruits.

When a mortal gets one, he can wash away the dust.

Practitioners who get one can improve the key points and break through to ascend.

Demons and ghosts who get one can live forever and practice Mahayana.

"Thank you. I took this fruit away. I haven't eaten it for many days. I feel like I'm going to start to lose hair."

Rong Yi stretched out her hand, holding the fruit and shaking it in front of his eyes.

But Lan Xing was still unable to move. In the heavy rain, his heartbeat was chaotic, his breathing was hasty, his vision became clear and blurred at times, and he saw Rong Yi walking back unsteadily, leaving only a pinkish white afterglow in the blue-gray rain curtain.