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

The attic was silent, and there was a drizzle outside. No one knew that there was such a small reddish and slightly hot world here.

The couch was covered with red waves, and the moist and hot breath was entangled together, spreading into a lingering heat in this narrow world, and even the small voices were blurred.

Everything in front of him was unfamiliar to Xiangli Feilu, the corners of Rongyi's eyes were red, and the black hair fell loosely on his shoulders, those purely beautiful eyes were full of joy and attachment like a tide, His shadow reflected in the eyes also made him feel strange.

This kind of confusion and indulgence was far beyond his expectations, but he couldn't break free.

The mattress was layered and soft, and Rong Yi hummed softly in a quiet voice, while he suppressed his breathing until there was a dull pain in his chest.He had just instilled zhenqi into Rong Yi, but Ming Xing's backlash made a mouthful of blood in his chest, and a faint sweet smell lingered in his throat.

Even though it's pitch black now, he still knows that his energy and blood are flowing backwards and surging upwards.

The wound on the hand was still oozing blood drop by drop, maybe it was this kind of blood loss, coupled with the tense fatigue that had been stretched over the years, he felt slightly dizzy.

In this dizziness, it seemed that the bells from his childhood were ringing, the bells from the stupa before Xianglihong left the capital.

People built a magic-suppressing bell in the pagoda. The bell has a deep sound. Once it is struck, it can linger above the king's city for a long time. Every night, the bell will ring. Once the sound weakens, the people in the pagoda will leave Will strike again, like a stubborn night watchman to wake a tottering, sleeping man.In order to expel evil spirits, all the people endured the ringing of bells at night for more than ten years.

This kind of bell stopped when he was 15 years old.

That year, Xianglihong handed the Qingyue Sword to him. He was dressed in a high-clothes and held the Qingyue Sword alone. He walked from the long street to the National Teacher's Terrace while all the people were kneeling.

He is not very tall yet, the Qingyue sword is long and heavy, from that moment on, he has held it tightly like that, never letting go.

On the National Teacher's Platform, Emperor Jiang bent his knees, and the black iron gate of the National Teacher's Platform opened slowly in front of Xiangli Feilu, emitting a heavy echo.

Xiangli Feilu stepped on the steps, and at this moment, the magic-suppressing bell of the pagoda behind him crashed to the ground, the bell was deafening, and it circled around the beam for a long time.

Amidst the ringing of the bell, there were voices of discussion on both sides of the long street: "That is the Buddha! He is only 15 years old. From now on, Mr. Xiangli will step down from office. He will be our national teacher!"

"Where is Master Xiangli? Where is Master Xiangli going? Is he no longer a national teacher? Although the Buddha is a Buddha, he is only 15 years old after all..."

"Why is the bell falling?" The endless people looked back, looking in the direction of the pagoda, the discussion became louder and louder, like boiling water, about to boil, "Why is the bell falling?"

"The magic town clock has fallen, what shall we do in the future?"

There was infinite confusion and fear in this voice.

Xianglihong stood on the top of the pagoda, calmly and firmly stood in the sight of everyone's astonishment, and said with a loud smile: "From now on, the town's magic clock will be banned, and the people of Wangcheng can sleep peacefully."

Xiangli Feilu was still moving forward, without stopping or looking back.But he sensed the gaze.

On the National Teacher's Stage, Xiangli Feilu drew out the Qingyue Sword, and the long sword plunged into the ground, and the pale golden guardian seal instantly spread from the sword body. The warm and infiltrating power seemed to carry the wind, like a strong long wind blowing Passing through the lush grassland, the blades of grass are like ripples in the water, toppled and swayed, and the enchantment instantly spread to the entire royal city!

The dark blue sword body of the Qingyue Sword also had a pale golden brilliance.He stood in the wind with his back straight, like a strong pine.

After a moment of silence, everyone burst into enthusiastic cheers.

People rushed to tell each other that the street market was lively and noisy that day. Everyone was crying and laughing and went out at night with lanterns, playing wantonly, and the lights illuminated the entire dark sky.

Everyone realized that as long as the Jiang people could raise their heads up to the pagoda and see Xiangli Feilu holding his sword guarding there, they would have a day of complete safety and peace.

The selected monks from all over the country came to the pagoda, led by Xiang Lihong to be shaved and ordained.

He said: "Master, I have never been ordained or precepted. Now that I have become a national teacher, I have not yet taught before the Buddha. I am willing to teach."

"Teaching is just a form. You are a Buddhist by birth. What's the point of this form?" Xiang Lihong looked at him, "Receive the precepts, ask for something, have desires, and obstruct the practice. Only then do you become a precept. Buddhas don't need anything. Abstinence. You don’t have to bear the pain of taking the precepts from incense ashes, and you don’t have to promise the price to the Buddha.”

He doesn't have to suffer from the burning pain of the incense ash, so what promise can he use to give Jiang Guo abstinence from everything else?

No one knows what kind of answer he gave, only every person in the royal city looked up at the pagoda day after day, and the handsome and thin boy grew up day by day, from a boy to a youth, from still needing Pretending to be holding the sword easily, he was able to lift the Qingyue Sword with one hand.

From the arrival of the Peacock Daming King to the departure of the Peacock Daming King, from strong and powerful to faint decline.

He did not ascend, and is still there today.

The bell in his memory was far away from him, but at this moment, he vaguely heard that sound, as if reminding a night watchman who was about to fall asleep.

His eyelids drooped, his black eyelashes trembled, and when Rong Yi sighed softly and fell asleep holding his arm sleepily, the blood on his hand had just dried up.

Xiangli Feilu sat up, his heart was still beating violently, he was stunned for a moment, and when his heartbeat gradually calmed down, he leaned over and stretched out his hand, and gently closed Rong Yi's skirt.

The young man's hair was loose and soft, black and shiny like brocade, hooking his slender fingers, Xiangli Feilu called his name in a low voice: "Rongyi..."

Charming? After the incident, the high fever on Rong Yi's body subsided, and she fell into another kind of coldness.He grabbed the quilt, his fingertips trembled a little, and then the trembling became more and more severe. The three kinds of aura were wandering in his body, and Qingyue Town was Yin and Water, which immediately maximized this restraint.

Rong Yi's eyes were closed tightly, her cheeks that had just flushed turned pale, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed.

The indescribable panic flashed by at this moment, Xiangli Feilu stretched out his hand, wanting to feel his pulse, but he didn't hold it—Rong Yi suddenly changed back to his original body at this moment, and then became smaller and smaller until It shrinks into... a round and fluffy ball.

Xiangli Feilu opened his eyes slightly, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"The Phoenix family has the power of Nirvana. Once seriously injured, they will shrink back to their juvenile form and recuperate spontaneously. If they are fatally injured, they will rest for a long time and be reborn from the ashes. During the cultivation period, do not interrupt."

Xiangli Feilu held his sword and stood on the high platform of the patrolling priest dock, looking down at the classics.

The lights were dim, and the cold wind was blowing from high above, but there was a small warm thing wrapped around his sleeve.

Rong Yi was still asleep, in the shape of a small ball, curled up in his sleeve with fluff, and did not wake up halfway.

The short, pointed beak was like a smooth ivory, following his movements from time to time, poking him.

From time to time, he would reach in and touch it to make sure Rong Yi was still there.

It was the first time that Rong Yi had come across this situation, and it was not appropriate to entrust it to others. He found him a soft brocade box and wanted to put him in it, but Rong Yi still refused when she was asleep. The little claws hooked his hand, desperately trying to drill into his sleeve, he had no other choice.

A priest ran up from under the high platform and asked him pantingly, "Master, everything has been checked, everything is ready, personnel has been arranged properly, when will we leave tomorrow?"

The priest has also been tired for several days, and his appearance is haggard, but his eyes are shining brightly, revealing seriousness and determination.

Xiangli Feilu closed the book in his hand.

"Leave at dawn, Master Xiangli stays in Qingyue Town." Xiangli Feilu looked up at the sky and estimated the remaining time, "I will escort everyone until the fog dissipates. According to what I said before, the priests form an escort and cannot relax for a moment."

The priest said: "But the meaning of the city guard in the east is to send more soldiers to escort them day and night, so that they can make arrangements as soon as possible."

"No..." Xiangli Feilu resolutely vetoed, "There are still hundreds of miles to the east from here to the city guard. It's not that after leaving Qingyue Town, there will be no fog at all. Night is still a time when monsters can easily take advantage of the void. , can't relax for a moment."

He lost that Yan ghost, but according to the influence that Yan ghost had on Rong Yi, and according to the karma of Ming Xing's backlash, I'm afraid it won't last long.

At the end of the road, he has seen a lot of what ghosts can do.

It will take more than a day and a night for him to see him off this time. The God’s Tears Spring coveted by demons and ghosts is still in Qingyue Town. Xianglihong has never told anyone where the God’s Tears Spring is. It was Xianglihong who was alone.

For this reason, he left the Qingyue sword to Xianglihong, and replaced it with an ordinary demon-slaying sword.

It was just dawn, everyone was awake, the carriage started to move, and the wheels moved forward slowly.

In the rain, Xianglihong pushed the wheelchair by himself to see them off.

In just a few days, more than half of his hair has turned gray.Under the dancing flames, Xiangli Feilu suddenly realized that what Rong Yi said was right, he was indeed much older.

"Go quickly, come back..." Xianglihong got the Qingyue Sword again, with a solemn and precious expression, "Take care all the way..."

"After sending everyone off, I will come back immediately, and please master be careful."

Xiangli Feilu got on his horse, holding a sword in one hand and a stick in the other. The fire light dispelled the cold mist, and he broke through the gray light and shadow with his tall and straight figure.

Immediately, a string of copper bells tied with red cloth jingled. Wherever the exorcism bell went, people in the carriage all looked out. Peace of mind guidance.

Everyone left in an orderly manner, slowly moving from a familiar fog to another unfamiliar fog, and when they left the priest's dock, the small bridge and flowing water of Qingyue Town slowly disappeared behind them.

Xiangli Feilu stared at the dense fog in front of him, lowered his head and looked into his sleeves, Rong Yi still closed his eyes, curled up into a small ball in his sleeves, the small jade-colored claws hooked softly and persistently around his wrists .

He reached out and gently stroked the fluff on the top of his head.