Drunk into late autumn for you

The two yellow shadows flew into Merlin with the wind, and the zither sound stopped immediately when the qin servant touched the strings.

Mo Zuiqiu saw clearly that they were two women in yellow clothes. After both of them knelt down and worshiped the gods, the older woman among them said respectfully: "My lord summoned Gou Lan back, what is your order?"

The god of priests looked leisurely, and glanced at the two empty scabbards on her waist. "Have you fought the gentleman of the Seven Swords?"

"It's an old servant who sweeps the floor. Xun Lan is useless, not his opponent."

Sweeper?Could it be Uncle Jiu?Mo Que asked in astonishment, Master Jishen also turned his head, and smiled condescendingly at Mo Zuiqiu: "Broken Sword Xiaozhu is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, no wonder you, a nameless junior, dare to fight against Jishen Peak and rob me congratulations."

Xun Lan looked at Mo Zuiqiu in surprise, and said, "My lord, there was a middle-aged man surnamed Guan in Duanjian Xiaozhu just now, and he claimed that he stole the blood ganoderma."

"Master just said that to save me, cough!" Mo Zuiqiu panicked, his blood surged, and he almost vomited blood again, forced himself to swallow the sweet liquid in his throat, and continued: "I ate the blood ganoderma, Willing to pay with my life.”

"Your life and death are decided by me, not up to you." In the smile of the master priest, there was a ruthless and arrogant look at the world. His wide gray sleeves and long hair brushed the cold plums and snow, leaving a cold sentence. "Qin Song, take him back to Jishen Peak."

"Yes." The piano servant pointed to Zhong Mo Zuiqiu's sleeping point, mentioned the young man, and quickly followed the long gray figure in front of him.

The cold river is connected to the city, the spring rain is clear, the mist is hazy, and it is like a vermilion boat on the surface of the river.

Mo Zuiqiu sat in the narrow corner of the rear cabin, staring at A Si who was constantly cutting outside the window through the half-rolled bamboo curtain, feeling at a loss.

On the same day, he and Ye Zhaoran robbed the blood ganoderma on this Liancheng River. He did not expect that he would return to the old place so soon.This, perhaps, will be the last time.

Ahead is the God Sacrifice Peak. He doesn't know how the gray-clothed man will torture him when he arrives at the God Sacrifice Bee Queen, but if Xiaozhu's fellow disciples can be kept safe and sound, the master's life will be a hundred years old. Nothing to regret either.

Mo Zuiqiu sadly retracted his gaze, stretched out his limp right hand, managed to squeeze the chopsticks firmly with great effort, tremblingly picked up the cold food on the small table in front of him, and slowly ate.

The cloth strips wrapped around his wrists were still the ones from when he left Xiaozhu. During the journey, the Master Sacrificial God never appeared in front of him again.Except for the zither servant who would deliver Mo Zuiqiu's meals every day and wash and bandage his right leg stabbed by He Fanghuan, the rest of the people on board ignored him, let alone cared for him.

Mo Zuiqiu was stubborn and stubborn, although he suffered from palm injuries every day and coughed up blood intermittently, he still held on, refusing to show his weakness and sickness in front of the zither servant to provoke ridicule.Although Guan Shanyu left him the wound medicine by his side, he gave up on himself and refused to take it.

He ate more than half of the bowl of rice, and a familiar pain came from his chest again. Mo Zuiqiu hurriedly blocked the upcoming round of coughing with his arms, and the movement was a little louder, and the rice bowl was swept by his sleeve and fell to the deck.

"What are you doing?" One person lowered his voice, and followed the sound, it was Qin Song.

Seeing the broken rice bowl on the ground, Qin Song's originally cold face softened slightly.Ever since he saw Mo Zuiqiu in the Merlin that day, he was still quite courageous when facing his teacher and offering sacrifices to the gods, but he admired the young man a little. After cleaning up the ground, he warned Mo Zuiqiu in a low voice: "The lord is meditating, please be quiet."

After getting along with Qin Song these days, Mo Zuiqiu knew that this person had a cold face and a warm heart, so he nodded, and suddenly heard an exclamation from the bow of the boat. The sound was from the girl in yellow.

"Jindeng, what happened?" Qin Song froze, and floated out of the back cabin.

The corpse of a man in a tattered yellow shirt was salvaged from the river by Xun Lan and the girl in yellow and put on the bow deck.

The corpse was already soaked and swollen, and the head was split by a sharp weapon from the sky, and a face was split in two, which was extremely terrifying.

"Yes, it's Fu Yan." The girl in yellow, Jin Deng, turned pale and said to Xun Lan in a trembling voice, "Sister Xun Lan, his martial arts are higher than ours, who killed him?"

Both Gou Lan and Qin Song's eyes fell on the corpse, their faces sullen and silent.Among the close servants who served Master Jishen, below Qinsong, Fuyan was the most skilled. This time Shijishen went to the south of the Yangtze River, so he left Fuyan to guard him, but now he was dead in the river.

What happened on the mountain of offering sacrifices to the gods? ...

Shi Jishen stood quietly at the bow of the boat, looking at the end of the river, misty and misty, with shadows of the peaks, no trace of joy or anger could be seen on his face.

Another corpse drifted closer, also wearing a yellow shirt, and was also one of Jizhong Peak's attendants.This person's death was even more tragic than Fu Yan's. Not only his face, but his entire upper body to his waist had been split open, and his internal organs had been pecked to pieces by river fish.

After all, Jin Deng couldn't bear the nausea, bent over and retched.

Xun Lan's beautiful face was covered with frost, she turned around suddenly, and rushed into the back cabin.

"You?!" The pain in Mo Zuiqiu's chest just subsided slightly.Xun Lan, who broke in suddenly, grabbed the hem of his clothes and dragged him onto the wet deck.

Seeing the corpse, he couldn't help gasping for air, and then the back of his neck felt cold.

Xun Lan held the brocade lantern sword across Mo Zuiqiu's neck, and said coldly: "It seems that Duanjian Xiaozhu is determined to make an enemy of Jishen Peak. I will take your head as a sacrifice to Fu Yan .”

After Mo Zuiqiu was astonished, he suddenly realized that he had also faintly heard Jin Deng's words in the back cabin just now, and knew that Xun Lan had settled the debt on Broken Sword Xiaozhu.

In Broken Sword Xiaozhu, I'm afraid that apart from the master, everyone hates him, a sinner who brings useless disasters to his fellow disciples.Mo Zuiqiu shook his head shyly and said: "I have violated the school rules by stealing the blood ganoderma, and I have already been expelled from the sect by Broken Sword Xiaozhu. In Xiaozhu, there will be no one to stand up for me."

"Really?" Xun Lan still didn't believe it, and increased the strength of the sword, a thread of blood slowly fell from Mo Zuiqiu's skin, and said in a vivid voice: "Who was the person who robbed the gift with you that day? I It seems that the success is probably a good thing you two did!"

"Do not--"

Just as Mo Zuiqiu was anxious to argue, the priest who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, his voice was still indifferent yet elegant.

"Xun Lan, let him go."

Hearing the lord's words, Xun Lan had no choice but to withdraw her sword angrily, and stood aside with her hands down.

The priest stared down at the wound of the corpse, and said slowly: "Fu Yan and the others died under the giant axe. There are only a handful of ax masters in the martial arts world, and among them, only Tian Yi dared to provoke me." Gong Zang, the left protector of the teaching "Ghost Axe". "

The Qinsongzhu people looked more dignified, but they were puzzled and said: "We worship the people of Shenfeng and Tianyi Sect, there is nothing wrong with it."

The Master Priestess sneered twice, without saying a word, shook his gray sleeves, turned around and walked towards the cabin, stopped suddenly, turned his head, glanced at Mo Zuiqiuzhou, and told Qin Song: "Heal his internal injuries."

"Ah? Yes." Qin Song had long wanted to heal Mo Zuiqiu's wounds, but he was afraid of offending the teacher and worshiping the gods, so he dared not act without authorization.

Mo Zuiqiu couldn't figure out why the big devil suddenly had a kind heart, and wanted to ask, but the gray hair of the Master Sacrificial God had already left his sight.

The wind and rain on the river were still heavy, and after sailing all the way, several corpses of servants of the worship peak were found one after another.Xun Lan and Jin Deng became more and more anxious, not knowing how the mountain was destroyed, and urged the boatman on their way.

In the middle of the night, the ship berthed at the foot of a steep and towering peak.

Two rows of dark red lanterns rose from the foot of the mountain, extending upwards successively, and the path between them illuminated a long and narrow stone path leading to the peak.

Mo Zuiqiu was half-supported and half-carried by Qin Song to get off the boat. Seeing the master worshiping the god and the two daughters ascending the stairs, he turned his head and looked back at the dark and flowing river behind him, exhaling a long breath.

After going up to the God Sacrifice Peak, in this life, he probably will never have the chance to go down the mountain alive again.

The heart and eye sockets were sore uncontrollably, Mo Zuiqiu took a deep breath, and was about to take a step, when Qin Song beside him took out a black cloth belt from the bottom of his sleeve, shouted "offend", blindfolded Mo Zuiqiu, and held him Go up the hill.

At this point, Mo Zuiqiu has already put life and death aside, and is at the mercy of De Qinsong.It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and I felt that my feet were getting more and more rugged, and the sound of the wind passing through my ears was getting harsher.

After walking for a long time, the terrain gradually became flat, and when he heard someone calling respectfully "Lord" from time to time, Mo Zuiqiu knew that he had reached the peak.

After being led by Qin Song to turn right and walk for a while, the surroundings finally became silent.

The moment the black blindfold was removed, Mo Zuiqiu's eyes were slightly furrowed unaccustomed to the sudden bright candlelight, and immediately saw clearly that he was in a simple small room.

"You stay here first, I will come to heal your injuries tomorrow." Qin Song turned around before leaving the door, and warned Mo Zuiqiu seriously: "If you want to escape, give up this idea as soon as possible."

"I know." Mo Zuiqiu smiled wryly.Even if someone came to save him, he would not dare to run away, and cause trouble for his master.

Qin Song nodded slightly, didn't stay any longer, and left quickly.

Mo Zuiqiu coughed a few times, and sat on the cold bed, feeling stunned.

Master let him go secretly, and Xiaozhu's other disciples would definitely criticize him.After the sect master leaves the seclusion, will he blame the master for favoring him, an evil disciple?The most troublesome thing is the master offering sacrifices to the gods, in case the big devil finds out that the blood ganoderma was taken by the master...

Thousands of thoughts and entanglements, in the end only Guan Shanyu was tied.Mo Zuiqiu silently made up his mind, no matter what, he must insist that he ate the blood ganoderma and never change his mind.

In a huge seat carved out of a single piece of sapphire, the priest priest sat majestically, holding a sapphire cup, slowly sipping the Bodhisattva, with an indifferent expression, which made Xunlan and Jindeng who were standing at the bottom of the steps completely indifferent. Can't read his mind.

After all, Jindeng was young and vigorous, and said angrily: "Master, the leader of the sect was really hateful that day. Taking advantage of the absence of the lord, he led his men down to sacrifice to the peak of the gods and made a big fuss, destroyed the alchemy room of the lord, killed Fuyan and the others, and still It is too crazy to say that you will come to a duel with the Lord again!"

"Hehe..." The man on the top laughed instead, calmly. "It's no wonder he's angry when he can't find what he wants."

"My lord, do you want Xun Lan to go down the mountain to capture and kill a few members of the Tianyi Sect to avenge Fu Yan?" Xun Lan's tone was as calm as usual, but he choked up a little when he said the last few words.Among the several servants, she and Qin Song Fuyan had followed the teacher Jizhong the longest, seeing their friend's tragic death, they couldn't hide their grief.

"I have my own plans." Master Jishen calmly waved back the Xunlan and Jindeng, twirled the cup in his hand with his long fingers, smiled lowly, and blood and murderous intent gradually appeared in Youyuan's eyes.

The cold rain in this deep winter lasted for several days.

Mo Zuiqiu stood in front of the window, staring at the hazy sky in a daze, and after a while, looked down at his hands.

In the past few days, his internal injuries have been infused with Qi by Qinsong, and there is no serious problem. The cloth strips wrapped around his wrists were also removed by Qinsong yesterday, and the wounds have healed. Guomaimen reminded him that he would never be able to hold his sword in the future.

It is not a pity to die for a useless person.Mo Zuiqiu laughed at himself, and when he heard familiar footsteps approaching from far to near, he turned around in surprise and saw Qin Song enter.In the morning, Qin Song had lost his true energy for him, so what is he doing now?

"My lord wants to see you." Qin Song walked towards Mo Zuiqiu with some new clothes in his hand. "I'll take you to take a bath and change clothes before I can see the Lord."

Is it finally time to deal with him?Mo Zuiqiu exhaled deeply, without feeling abrupt.

He had been waiting for this day ever since he set foot on the peak of offering sacrifices to the gods. However, before the big devil killed someone, he had to change the clothes of the murdered person.

He nodded and silently followed Qin Song out of the room.

Light yellow satin shirt, silver gray belt...

Huge standing bronze mirrors are inlaid on the walls on both sides of the corridor, reflecting the figures of Mo Zuiqiu and Qin Song.In the huge and deep corridor, only the footsteps of two people echoed.

At the end is the living room where the teacher worships the god. It is empty and has a cold atmosphere. In the middle, a sapphire short-footed desk is lit with an incense burner, and the white smoke slowly curls and drifts away.The master priest held the scroll in his hand and sat on the ground with his back to the gate, but even though he sat there, he still stood still, as if he was taller than the yellow-clothed entourage standing beside him.Dian Zuiqiu couldn't help feeling afraid.

Qin Song bowed his head respectfully. "My lord, people have brought it."

The priest put down the scroll, turned around, glanced at Mo Zuiqiu, smiled indifferently, elegant and ruthless. "I heard from Qin Song that your internal injuries have healed."

Mo Zuiqiu didn't understand the master's intention of offering sacrifices to the gods, so he remained silent.

"I will not kill you."

Qin Song had a good impression of Mo Zuiqiu, and he couldn't help but smile when he heard the words, but he heard the master sacrifice to the god and continued: "Before the elixir is refined, your three meals a day will be taken care of by the medicine spring, don't mess around." eat."

Mo Zuiqiu was already holding on to death, but at this moment, he was completely in the fog, and asked in amazement: "What elixir?"

The words that have been said are never repeated a second time, and the teacher sacrificed to the gods and did not speak again.

The man in yellow, who had been standing by the desk with his head bowed, walked towards Mo Zuiqiu.This person's hair was black, but his face was full of wrinkles, he was very old, his eyes were cold and unwarmed, he was the doctor's medicine spring under the seat of the priest.

He looked at Mo Zuiqiu as if he was looking at a dead person.

"The old man has been refining a elixir for the lord these past few years, and the most important medicine, the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma, is missing. Since you have eaten it, I will use you to practice the medicine."

He took out a sharp knife with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and a silver medicine gourd from the bottom of his sleeve. "You have taken the blood ganoderma, the blood should already have medicinal power, try it a few times, the old man will be able to concoct a panacea."

Mo Zuiqiu finally understood that Master Jishen wanted to use his blood to make alchemy, so he didn't take his life for the time being.Before asking Qin Song to heal his injury, he was probably worried that his injury would affect the efficacy of the medicine in his blood.

Fortunately, the person who was caught was not the master... He smiled sadly, and without waiting for the opponent to do anything, he rolled up the sleeve of his right hand and stretched out his arm in front of Yaoquan.

Qin Song's complexion changed slightly, he wanted to intercede for Mo Zuiqiu, but he didn't dare to disobey the lord after all, so he could only watch Yaoquan clutch Mo Zuiqiu's right wrist, quickly cut open the skin with a knife, and put the silver gourd together The upper wound catches the gushing blood.

Yaoquan took most of the gourd's blood, and then he touched a few acupuncture points around the wound to stop the blood flow for Mo Zuiqiu. He didn't even look at Mo Zuiqiu, and went to the alchemy room with the silver gourd.

Master Jishen waved his hand lightly. "Qin Song, take him back. From now on, you can watch him eat his meals. Don't let him eat indiscriminately and misuse the medicine, and spoil my affairs."

Qin Song breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Mo Zuiqiu, who was already a little unsteady, to step out quickly.

Along the way, Mo Zuiqiu came and made noises, but when he returned to his residence, he still didn't say a word.

Qin Song hastily bandaged the wound for him. Seeing his complexion, he felt complacent, and his expression was dull. He guessed that it was caused by his blood loss, so he comforted him: "Yaoquan probably won't come to you again these few days, you can take care of yourself Rest. Since the lord just wants to use your blood to make alchemy, you don't have to worry about your life for the time being, don't think too much, just heal your wounds."

Mo Zuiqiu forced a smile towards Qin Song's leaving back, feeling even more confused.Even if he tries a hundred times, Yaoquan is doomed not to be able to make the elixir he wants, and sooner or later he will become suspicious, once his lies are exposed...

The image of Guan Shanyu, covered in white clothes stained with blood, dying by the alchemy furnace suddenly appeared in his mind. Mo Zuiqiu shivered fiercely, his scalp was numb, and he dared not think about it. Infinite remorse arose—if he had known that it would bring Master a fatal disaster, he would never have tricked Master into eating the blood ganoderma.

"What should I do?..." He muttered to himself, clenching his teeth.

The knife flashed, the old wound was cut open again, and blood flowed into the silver gourd.

Qi Zuiqiu endured the feeling of dizziness and supported herself to stand.

The face of Yaoquan on the opposite side was not at all relaxed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have added more. Na Lie's originally cold eyes stared at Mo Zuiqiu, and his air was overflowing with coldness.

This is already the sixth time to take blood from Dian Zuiqiu.Alchemy failed repeatedly, Yaoquan felt more and more frustrated every time, his patience was naturally weak, and blood was drawn more and more frequently.

Qin Song stood by, seeing Mo Zuiqiu's face turned pale, he couldn't help reminding Yaoquan: "Doctor, the gourd is almost full."

Yaoquan gave him a cold look, and waited until the silver gourd was filled with blood before letting go of Mo Zuiqiu, and said coldly: "The pill has not been refined in a day, so I have to deal with it, and it's not your turn Come worry about it."

Qin Song's eyes were slightly angry, but because of Yaoquan's status, it was inconvenient for him to flare up, so he lowered his head and suppressed his anger, and suddenly heard the master's sacrificial god say slowly: "Qin Song, I said that I would not take his life, you Don't worry about him."

The man raised his eyes from between the scrolls, and smiled perceptively: "I know you like him, and when the elixir is refined, I will not pursue him for hijacking the gift, and just give him to you."

"This?!" Qin Song was stunned.It's true that he has a good impression of Mo Zuiqiu, and he does have a lot of support, but he doesn't have any evil thoughts. Hearing what the lord said, he couldn't help being embarrassed, and was thinking about how to say no.

Mo Zuiqiu on the side had already had black eyes and was on the verge of falling, but when he heard such shocking words from Master Jishen, he became angry and anxious.All his life, he has pretended in his heart that there is no one other than his master Guan Shanyu. If he wants to have sex with other men, it would be more satisfying to kill him.

"No..." He tried to refute loudly, but the voice he spit out was extremely weak, his blood surged, he staggered, and passed out.

When he was in a coma, Mo Zuiqiu seemed to have tens of thousands of horseshoes trampling randomly in his head, and the pain was about to burst. Slowly, there was a little coolness on his forehead, and the headache gradually dissipated. He struggled to open his eyes.

He was lying on the bed in his living room, a little red flame in the oil lamp, dyeing the whole room yellow.

"Is it better?"

Qin Song was dipping a towel in water to apply to his forehead, when he saw him wake up, he stopped.

Mo Zuiqiu recalled the situation before he fell into a coma, felt embarrassed, nodded and said in a low voice: "Thank you for helping me back." After speaking, he looked away.

Knowing Mo Zuiqiu's scruples, Qin Song sighed helplessly, smiled wryly twice and said solemnly: "My lord, he has misunderstood something. Don't care about what he said earlier. Although I am not close to women, I am also good at men. Not interested. I took care of you because I saw that you were a little bit timid in front of the Lord. You are a character. I have no other intentions, and I will never touch you."

He spoke so bluntly that Mo Zuiqiu's pale face couldn't help but blush slightly, secretly thinking that he fell in love with men bitterly, but misunderstood other people's upright behavior, secretly screamed ashamed, and murmured to accompany him.

Qin Song was an open-minded person, so he didn't take it to heart, and lost some energy for Mo Zuiqiu, and left quietly after watching him fall asleep.

Mo Zuiqiu lost a lot of blood this time, and he lay down for several days before he recovered slightly and was able to get out of bed.

For three meals a day, they still ate the medicinal food carefully prepared by Yaoquan, but the food delivery person changed from Qin Song to a young boy named Caiming in Yaoquan Danfang.When Mo Zuiqiu asked, it turned out that Qin Song was sent down the mountain to handle errands.

"Mr. Qin Song won't come back for a while! It's so fun outside, when will Master let me go down the mountain too!"

While serving Mo Zuiqiu to eat, Caesar talked to himself with a look of envy. "Master always said that my juniors and I were still children, and we were not allowed to leave the Jishen Peak."

He has a young heart, full of curiosity about the world outside the Jishen Peak, and knows that this handsome young man is also a martial artist, so he pesters Mo Zuiqiu to ask about interesting things in the world when he is free.

Mo Zuiqiu watched Shu Dongyan grow up since he was a child, and was often held back by his junior sister to tell stories. This kind of ability to coax little ghosts is really commonplace for him. After a few days, he became familiar with Cassia Ming.At this moment, he pretended to be casual and inquired about what kind of elixir Yaoquan was refining.

"Master didn't say it, so we disciples don't know." Jue Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, then suddenly thought of something, and lowered his voice excitedly: "However, I seem to have heard from Master that if this medicine Once it is refined, it can be reborn as a human being after eating it!"

Wouldn't that be an elixir for bringing the dead back to life?Mo Zuiqiu shook his head secretly.Blood Ganoderma lucidum is indeed a rare treasure in the world, but at best, it can only strengthen the body and prolong life. How can it have such great supernatural powers.Not to mention that his blood has no medicinal properties, even if all the blood in Guan Shanyu's body is exhausted, the medicinal spring will not succeed.

But speaking of it, it has been a while since the last blood collection, and it is said that Yaoquan should have urged him to do it long ago, but there is still no movement now, which is a bit abnormal...

A few days later, Mo Zuiqiu was full of doubts, but Yaoquan still didn't send anyone to summon him.

That evening, Jueming came to deliver the meal, Mo Zuiqiu couldn't hold back his doubts, so he asked Jueming.

The young man just shook his head, and said: "Master has shut himself up in the pharmacy these days to study medical books. He doesn't eat any food. He has a very violent temper. We disciples dare not ask more questions!"

Dian Zuiqiu finally understood that Yaoquan must have been alchemy to no avail, so she turned to the book for help.If you can't find a reason, you will probably vent your anger on yourself.

He smiled wryly, finished his meal, washed up early and went to bed.

On the spring night at the top of Jishen Peak, the moonlight was bright and clear, but tonight the clouds were thick, covering the starry sky with darkness.Mo Zuiqiu stared blankly in the darkness with his eyes open. At the second watch, he finally fell asleep. Unexpectedly, not long after he closed his eyelids, he was suddenly awakened by a faint cry.

"An enemy is coming—"

Someone actually dared to go up to the God of Sacrifice Peak to provoke?Mo Zuiqiu sat up, saw through the window paper that the sky outside the house was faintly red, and he opened the door to go out, he couldn't help but gasped.

His residence is located in a very remote corner of the peak of Jishen Peak, far away from the houses where Master Jishen and his disciples live, but a scorching smell of burning earth arts still blows in the face with the night wind, and several houses in the distance are empty. Immersed in the sea of ​​fire, the fiery snake danced and rolled up, illuminating half the sky red.

While the servants were rushing to put out the fire, amidst the noise, the calm voice of the priest priest sounded: "Master Yi, since you are here, why bother to leave?"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the peak. However, the mountain wind called out and aroused several echoes, but no one responded.

Mo Zuiqiu waited and watched for a while, and the fire was gradually extinguished. He was waiting to go back to the house when he heard a soft "click" from the back of the house, as if something heavy had fallen.

"Who?!"

He was slightly startled, and went around to the back of the house, only to see a group of skinny figures crawling on the ground.

Using the faint light of the fire, he could vaguely discern that the man had loose hair, was wearing yellow clothes, and a silver-gray belt around his waist, just like a servant boy on the Sacrifice Peak. Looking at his figure, he looked a bit like Cassia Ming.

"Jade, is that you?"

Mo Zuiqiu quickly walked over to the man.

The man held his chest with one hand and struggled to raise his head. A lot of dirt was on his cheeks, but his eyes, which were covered by his forehead hair, were unusually black and bright, showing a look of alertness.

Not Cassia.Mo Zuiqiu was startled, and was about to ask again, when the man let out a "wow" and vomited a mouthful of blood.Mo Zuiqiu hurriedly bent down and hugged the man.The one who started lightly was an extremely thin boy, no more than eleven or twelve years old at most.

The young man didn't appreciate it, and suddenly grabbed Mo Zuiqiu's veins. His palms were small, and his fingers were not light, which made Mo Zuiqiu's skin ache. He asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

What a kindness!But thinking about the young man being injured, the unhappiness in Mo Zui's heart dissipated, and he smiled back and asked, "You want me to die?"

"You're going to die!" The young man was furious. When he got excited, he sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood. He seemed to know that he was seriously injured, so he finally closed his mouth and reluctantly let go of Mo Zuiqiu's wrist. Let Mo Zuiqiu carry him into the house and put him on the bed.

Mo Zuiqiu held up the lamp, and took a handkerchief to wipe off the blood and mud on the young man, revealing a pale and childish delicate face, which further accentuated the young man's dark eyes, and his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, making him look very pitiful .

Such a skinny kid, how can someone be so cruel that he can hit him hard!Mo Zuiqiu was full of pity, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you are also Yaoquan's apprentice, right? Bear with it for a while, and I will send you back to heal your wounds."

"Don't!" The boy's dark eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly widened at this moment, full of fear, he grabbed Mo Zuiqiu's sleeves with both hands, and said, "I can't go back."

"Why?" Mo Zui was puzzled.

The young man bit his bright lips, and suddenly tore open the skirt of his clothes - there was a clear and black palm print in the middle of his chest.

He quickly covered his clothes, and said in a trembling voice, "I was injured by Father Yaoquan. Someone broke into the alchemy room before, and Senior Brother Jue Ming and I couldn't stop them, and someone destroyed the alchemy furnace. After the master came in, the dog Get angry, kill brother Jue Ming, and kill me."

Hearing the news of Jueming's death, Mo Zuiqiu couldn't help feeling sorry for it, and heard the young man sobbing and continued: "I escaped while Master was attacking the enemy, and if I go back, I will definitely be killed by Master."

Mo Zuiqiu knew that what the young man said was right, people would definitely not be able to send it to Yaoquan, but he was a prisoner himself, so how could he have the ability to take in another seriously injured child.I was suffering from a headache, and the sound of footsteps outside the house came from far and near.

"Search every place carefully!"

Xun Lan's cold order was passed on to Ba Mo Zuiqiu's ears.

He frowned, looked at the young man, the latter had tears in his eyes, said in a trembling voice, "Master must have sent someone to arrest me."

Mo Zuiqiu wandered around, the furniture in the house was simple, there was only a rattan box for clothes that could barely hide people, and he couldn't manage many people in a crisis, so he picked up the boy and put him into the rattan box.After thinking about it, he grabbed the bloody handkerchief and ran out of the house.

Just then the young man vomited blood behind the house, blood may have dripped on the ground, he had to hide as soon as possible.He looked down at the ground, and sure enough, he found a few drops of blood on the blades of grass.

At this time, the wind was blowing in the sleeves behind him, Xun Lan carried two swords in his hands, and had already floated towards him, and said coldly behind his back: "My surname is Mo, what are you doing here?"

Instead, Mo Zuiqiu calmed down, pressed his nose with a handkerchief, and turned around calmly. "I slept too hot and had some nosebleeds, so I came out to catch my breath."

Gou Lan's pretty face was gloomy, but facing Mo Zuiqiu with a calm expression, she couldn't see any flaws for a while, and turned back to order the other servants who followed to search around.She walked around the room by herself, and finally pushed the door open with her palm.

Mo Zuiqiu's complexion changed slightly, but he couldn't stop him, so he had to force himself to remain calm and followed Xun Lan into the house.

Xun Lan's eyes swept across the empty bed, and then fell on the rattan box.Stepping forward step by step, he swung his sword swiftly and split the rattan box in half.

Mo Zuiqiu was shocked, but he didn't hear the screams he expected, and then saw Xun Lan messing with the clothes with his sword, but of course nothing happened.

That boy has already hidden somewhere else?His heart that was hanging in the air finally fell back, coughed dryly, and said to Xun Lan: "This is just a few pieces of clothing, please be merciful, Miss Xun Lan."

Gou Lan stared at him contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "My surname is Mo, don't think that Qin Song is protecting you, and that the lord will save you from death, and you will be proud. You'd better not play tricks, or I will never Forgive me." Putting away the two swords, he summoned the servants to search elsewhere.

Mo Zuiqiu stood outside the house, waiting for Xun Lan and the others to leave completely, and then turned back to the house. When the door was closed, he saw the young man holding the latch with his hands, his feet off the ground, and hiding behind a door panel. No wonder Xun Lan couldn't find anyone.

"So you're hiding here."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the boy to the ground.

The young man raised his chin proudly, and snorted, "Only you, an idiot, would have thought of letting me hide in the box. If I hadn't changed the place in time, I would have been split in two by that wicked woman just now."

Seeing that Mo Zuiqiu frowned slightly, he immediately put on an aggrieved expression, pressing his chest and crying out for pain.

Being scolded by a young boy as a fool, Mo Zuiqiu felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he couldn't really argue with a child. Fortunately, he still had the bottle of wound medicine that Master gave him back then, so he found it and gave it to him immediately. Teenagers take it.

The boy pulled out the surgical plug, and wrinkled his nose just by smelling it. "This medicine is very common and not very useful."

Mo Zuiqiu respected his master like a heavenly man, and when he heard the young man dislike the medicine, he was really angry, and said with a sullen face, "Since it's useless, give it back to me."

It was the first time for the young man to see Mo Zuiqiu angry, and he was stunned, then raised his thin black eyebrows, as if he was going to have an attack, but before he could say a word, he coughed in a suppressed low voice, mixed with a few strands of blood.

He closed his eyes, swallowed half a bottle of wound medicine in one breath, and climbed into bed honestly, with all his heart turned to heaven, he meditated to recuperate his breath.

The only bed was occupied, so Mo Zuiqiu had no choice but to put together two benches to make up the bed and lie down with all his clothes on.After tossing around in the middle of the night, he was indeed tired, and fell asleep after a while.

Hearing Mo Zuiqiu's long and gentle breathing, the young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold, and with a flick of his fingers, an invisible strong wind hit the oil cup on the table, and the lamp flame went out.

He closed his eyes again, this time, his face was full of purple, and his black hair was blowing freely.