Pick up a deity to cultivate a subject

On the third day of October, the snow fell intermittently in early winter for a month. The distance from Beiyang to Jinzhou was not too short. When passing through Lichuan, it happened to catch up with Lichuan Sun’s ten-year painting. Hua Zang Gu and the others got bored after walking the waterway. They discussed staying in Lichuan for a few days. Because of Su Lanchen's memory, it feels strange to say that, but I have to admit that Xue Huai and Su Lanchen are different. I left Xue Huai to rest in the inn, and went to the street to buy a lot of lanterns. , walked to an inconspicuous place by the river, and put them into the river one by one, and he would mutter a few words every time he put one.

The person who was writing on the bridge accidentally saw this scene, writing like a god, only felt dizzy for a while, and his soul seemed to be broken. The last lantern was put away, and the flower burial bone walked to the bridge, and was submerged by the crowd. At a certain moment, his soul was unstable again, and he was about to be overwhelmed by the crowd, so he wrapped his arms around his waist and dragged him away. step aside.

"Be careful, there are a lot of people here, and accidents will happen if you fall."

It was an unfamiliar voice, Hua Zang Gu thought, looked up, and bumped into a pair of black eyes, what was extremely inconsistent with the voice was that the black eyes were empty, as if they had no soul, lost their emotions, this feeling Hua Zing Bone would not admit his mistake, something in the one-eyed gray pupil disappeared in a flash, leaving no trace quickly. When he left Beiyang, Chen Jian found him a blindfold. Although it was not very beautiful to wear, it was better than scary.

"Thank you, are you a painter?"

Hua Zang Gu tried to stand still while talking, but it was too crowded, he could only half lie on the body of this stranger, smelling the fragrance of ink, remembering the discomfort just now, Hua Zang Gu felt his hands and feet were a little cold.

"How did you figure it out?"

The man's hand around the waist of the flower funeral bone tightened a little, which reminded the flower funeral bone of some bad memories. He lowered his eyes, and the fingertips hidden in the sleeve had fluorescent jumps. His intuition told him, This man came for him.

"The ink fragrance on your body is still there. You just drew my portrait on this bridge. You wanted to capture my soul. When I found out, I hid in the crowd. If you hadn't been paying attention to me, how could it be so coincidental? You just held me back?"

"Haha, that's true. He said that I couldn't fool you. At first I didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is true. I was rude just now. Please don't take offense."

"If you let me go now, not counting how to take me away, I will definitely be generous."

Hua Zonggu had already seen Xue Huai who was looking for in the crowd, but that person's hand was on his waist. With a light press, he would no longer have the chance to resist. No one knows the weakness of his waist. When Linyao took revenge on him at the beginning, she took advantage of this point, and she did it on her own.

In order to get rid of the dragon blood in Yaohua Yingque's body, Hua Lianhun first absorbed a part of the dragon blood into his body and sealed it on his waist. Dragon blood can entangle the soul, and casting the body with the soul has become his greatest weakness. , Hua Zonggu is helpless, it's too late to say anything now, that person's attack speed is faster than he expected, this time it's really wronged.

"Young Master has an order, ordering me to take you back unscathed, without being discovered by others, so I can only be wronged."

The man didn't even give Hua Zungu a chance to speak, and the feeling of soreness spread all over his body in an instant. The last time his consciousness dissipated, he saw Xue Huai walking towards this side. It kept sinking, and the flower burial bone was limp in the man's arms. All this happened silently, just like what he said, no one was disturbed. A smile appeared on his lips. Buried bones, sharp-eyed saw a painting brush left behind on the ground, Xue Huai picked it up, took a look and put it into his sleeve, turned around and walked back, Chen Jian is coming back soon, he should be very familiar with the Sun family of Lichuan .

As if in a dream, Fuzhao in Wuwanghai was pierced by Wanjian and died in his arms. The blood stained his clothes, and he didn't even have time to be sad. Looking for the demonic emperor, he hid behind a big rock, unkempt and slovenly, without the slightest appearance of a god. When he heard the movement, his body shrank, and his heart ached. Has it become like this?

"Brother, it's okay, let's go home, and I'll take you home."

"Don't come here!! I've already hurt Fuzhao, I can't, I can't hurt you again, go, go, while I can still control myself!"

Fuzhao's disheveled look, the relieved smile before he died, and what else Hua Zang Gu couldn't figure out, his knuckles rattling, who is so vicious, Hua Zang Gu suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued on. Walk forward and say it again while walking.

"Brother Fuzhao never blamed you, he has already left, don't you want me?"

"Go to Su Lanchen, you have to remember, don't trust anyone, Fu Zhao and I can't protect you anymore, go to Su Lanchen after we go out, he will protect you."

"It was he who caused you to be like this. After I get out, I will naturally ask him to settle the score!"

"Be obedient, this matter has nothing to do with him, it's me and Fuzhao who took the blame, this is our retribution, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"I always ask him for an explanation, don't worry about it, tell me, what should I do to save you?"

"Hehe, why don't you understand... Forget it, if you really want to save me, kill me while I can still control myself!"

Hua Zanggu opened his eyes, looking at the gray sky, snowflakes fell into his pupils, it was cold, and the corners of his eyes were wet, I don't know if it was snow or tears, the memory of that time is still tragic when I think about it now, everyone in this world can be Forgive and be forgiven, he is the only one whose crime is unforgivable, whether it is incompetent or not, wrong is wrong, and those stained sins will not disappear.

"Seventeen... Daddy?"

"It's not daddy, it's brother!"

Hearing Hua Zhijun's voice, Hua Zanggu woke up from the haze for a moment, but only said one sentence that made Hua Zhijun speechless. It turns out that Brother Seventeen would also care about being called old. Hua Zhijun is happy Brother Seventeen, who fell from the sky, carried him back to his room and squeezed him into his arms. He had a good sleep just like when he was a child. When Hua Zangying opened the door the next day, he was dazzled by this scene. A little frightened, this younger brother is really... elusive.

Hua Zanggu was hidden by Hua Zangying and Hua Zhijun. Fortunately, there is no shortage of secret rooms in Jiuyou Terrace. Hua Zanggu didn't wake up after sleeping. If it wasn't for the breathing and temperature, Hua Zangying couldn't hear the heartbeat Almost took people to Jiuyou Pavilion.

"I'll go to Jiuyou Pavilion, you watch him, I'll be back soon."

"Second brother, can you give me a hug?"

Hua Zhijun opened his arms with a smile, Hua Zangying was stunned, turned his head awkwardly, and didn't look at him. Speaking of the contact these days, he likes this child quite a lot, but he still can't adapt to the more intimate contact.

"wait me back."

Hua Zangying left this sentence and fled. Hua Zhijun watched him go away. After a long, long time, he didn't turn around until his arms were sore. He went back to his room, took a shower, changed clothes, cleaned himself up, sat down Watching the sun rise and the moon set in the yard, Hua Zangying didn't come back until the third day, and he had no time left.

"What's the difference between you and me treating him like that and those people?"

A young man's voice came from behind him, dressed in a hundred ghost robe, the scythe Zhankong was glowing with cold light, stained with blood, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, Hua Zhijun was unconscious, turned his back to the young man, suddenly smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved Curved, with curved lips, a clean and pure smile that belongs to a child.

"Let's do it. It's better to let him be insulted by those people. I'll take a step first, and I'll leave the rest to you!"

He didn't hear any more reply, Hua Zhijun saw the sickle pierced through his chest, stained with his blood, it was extraordinarily bright, his body began to lose strength, Hua Zhijun raised his hand and touched his eyes with all his strength , Gouged out the eyeballs without hesitation, the eyeballs of the dead will become cloudy, only the eyeballs that were played when they were alive are the best, holding his hand with both hands, took over the pair of eyeballs, and the sickle from the body When Riba went out, he was covered with flesh and blood, and he didn't fall to the ground as expected, but someone gently laid him flat on the ground.

"Brother Seventeen, I am no longer your burden..."

"Brother Seventeen, I'm so cold..."

"Brother Seventeen, can you give me a hug..."

Every sound, every sentence is full of admiration, Hua Zhijun feels that he is hugged into a familiar embrace, this is good, he is already content to die in this embrace, in just a few months, he has lived to the fullest. He lived his whole life, but only at the beginning, the few days when he was hugged in the arms of flowers buried bones, was the happiest time for him, and every day and night after that, he wondered when he could return to that embrace again.

"You were never a burden."

Hua Zhijun hugged Hua Zhijun's gradually icy corpse, he still held the pair of purple eyes in his palm, he spoke very seriously, although Hua Zhijun could no longer hear it, the soul bone returned to his body, and his soul became more stable , his body was uncontrollable, the gray one-eyed boy walked into him, raised his hand, and put the pair of purple eyes into his eye sockets. Stretching out his hand, he penetrated the young man's body, watching the face that was exactly the same as himself turn pale, transparent, and then disappear, and the sickle Zhan Kong lay beside his legs, as if waiting for him to pick it up.

"Flower Burial!"

There are corpses all over the ground, in the sea of ​​blood, Hua Zonggu knelt there, hugged Hua Zhijun's body and did not respond. Hua Zangying came back and saw this scene. He called out and didn't know whether it was anger or sadness. He could no longer hug Hua Zhijun. Now, the flames soared into the sky, drowning everything in it, Hua Zangying was blocked by the fire, watching the fire swallow everything up, the Jiuyou Terrace no longer existed, and there were hundreds of disciples of the Hua family who perished with him. The incident set off a storm in the cultivation world at an extremely fast speed.

"you're awake?"

The flower funeral bone woke up again to plan for a rainy day, pouring the sky to cook a pot of dark and sticky things called medicine, to be precise, the flower funeral bone was awakened by fuming, lying on the bed, face There was something on his face, Hua Zanggu stretched out his hand, and his white palm was clean, but he knew that these hands would never be clean again.

"It will be a little uncomfortable to receive two remnant souls at once, but it will be fine soon."

"He came to see you?"

Hua Zanggu opened his mouth, but what he heard was Hua Zhijun's voice. Up to now, it is not clear who is replacing whom. If this is the child's wish, so be it.

"Sickle Zhankong has already fused with the spirit bones in your body, and you will see them when you need them."

"Mingchen, are you still awake?"

Hua Zanggu tilted his head to look at Mingchen, who was not interested in what Qingtian said, and all the peace and stability were over, and everything was on the right track, including him, whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't delay any longer .

"Still the same, don't rush."

Qingtian sat by the bed and wiped Mingchen's face. Huabuangu had nothing to say, and Qingtian was looking for something to say. The two remained relatively silent until Hua Feiqing broke in and hugged Huabuan. Bone, whispering his name.

"Your Majesty, it's great that you're alright!"

It was like an absurd farce. He wanted to refute Hua Binggu but couldn’t open his mouth. He never thought that he would return to Jiuyou Pavilion in this way. All of Jun's memories can be confused with the real ones, how sad!

"Brother Seventeen killed everyone!"

It was the first time Hua Zonggu had done such a thing as pouring dirty water on himself, but everything was so natural, Hua Feiqing hugged his arm tightly, didn't say anything, just kissed his forehead, and leaned forward. Tian lowered his eyes, and Mingchen moved his fingers. Do you also feel this sadness?

On the 33rd day, Lin Yao curled up in Chu Ci's arms and yawned. He had become more lethargic recently and his memory was getting worse, but Chu Ci said that those were irrelevant things, so he let them go.

"is this okay?"

Chu Ci bowed his head, stroked Lin Yao's drooping hair, and smiled casually.

"It's nothing bad, he always has to take this step, and no one can help him except himself!"

Linyao thought for a while, but still didn't quite understand, but he seemed to understand, Chuci touched his head, there was no choice but to bury bones, he was worried that he would hesitate, and set up this a long time ago At present, he has no ability to contend with the Heavenly Dao, so he must use all means to wake himself up. Soul devouring and bloodthirsty is just the beginning, and the real ordeal is yet to come.

"It's okay, go to sleep when you're sleepy, I'll watch for you, nothing will go wrong."

Bewitched by the voice, Linyao nodded obediently, and fell asleep in Chu Ci's arms. Chu Ci kissed Linyao's lips, as soft as he imagined. It would be great if this person could always be so obedient... …