I have a deep love for Zhenjun

The third day of the twelfth lunar month has passed, and the new year is approaching.

The master no longer resisted me touching him, and even condoned many of my rude behaviors.Just like now, when I took off the hair crown, I sneaked a kiss on his cheek, but he didn't respond, and asked me softly, "Have you kissed enough?"

If I didn't say enough, he might be able to bring the other half of his face closer.

After all, I don't have such a thick skin, so I coughed, picked up the jade comb on the dressing table, and whispered: "Is the master trying to seduce me?"

In fact, I didn't want to use such vulgar words, but I really didn't have a few drops of ink in my stomach.

What is the ability to recite poems and love the moon?

The master sighed helplessly: "It's not seduction|seduction, but flirting."

"Yes, yes." I laughed, "Then... is the master flirting with me?"

"Naturally." He was extremely calm, "Don't Zhu Luo like it?"

I quietly raised my eyes to glance at the copper-yellow makeup mirror.

His face is as gentle as a beautiful jade, and the corners of his mouth are soft and upturned. It is clearly a smile that is not a smile, but it is like the lingering wind under the night of the bamboo boat, which makes people willing to be wrapped up with him and fall into the world of mortals.

Go to the secular world to enjoy love and sink in the sea of ​​love.

"Hi, I like it." My tongue was tied and my skin was on fire, so I hurriedly looked away and dragged the jade comb through his hair.

After the third comb to the end, I stopped and heard him ask leisurely, "Why do you only comb three times?"

One comb to the end, two combs with white hair and eyebrows, three combs full of children and grandchildren.

This is my most obscure love, and also my most pious expectation.

Thinking of the day when I was as smart as my master, and I was kept in the dark, I couldn't help but sniggered triumphantly, and pretended to be deep: "I will tell the master when the time is right."

"Alright." He didn't ask any more, "It's up to you."

I picked up his hair with my fingertips, and my eyes kept circling on that cloud-like black hair, suddenly I felt a sense of unreality like falling into the clouds.

Master... But it already belongs to me?

He already belonged to me.

"Master." I murmured softly, "I am so happy."

He turned his head slightly, his peripheral vision fell on me, and he didn't speak.

The pursuit for thousands of years finally bears fruit.

Even though I was not born to be tolerated by the world, I still kept the bright moonlight among the clouds, stopping for a moment for me.

Perhaps this is the end of all hardships.

Since then, there will be no suffering, but joy.

I wrap my arms around the master from behind.The movement was very light, and the voice was three points lighter than that movement, carefully, not wanting to disturb this beautiful dream.

"Master, I am really... very happy."

It's just why the hole in the chest that can't be filled is still getting more and more empty and cold?

I have no idea?

I do not know.

Zhongyang is the season of chilly spring.

The master closed the door to discuss matters with Yunyi in the morning, and often did not return at night.

I originally wanted to go with the master so that I could take care of trivial matters, but he politely declined.If I argue with reason, he will wave at me, and when I walk over, he will wrap his palm around my waist, shackled me on his lap and kissed me wantonly.

His heartbeat was steady, and my breath was confused.

When I was in a trance and retreated steadily, the master loosened his sticky lips and looked at me with a smile, his voice was as low as a gossamer, as if bewitching: "Good bamboo, is it okay?"

When I met those green eyes, I was so intoxicated, I put my rhetoric behind me, and just kept nodding my head.

Thinking about it afterwards, I felt remorse again, regretting that I was weak-willed, and I forgot what night and what night after being teased twice by the master.But it's a done deal, so he can only wait in the room every day to hold the lamp for him.

Often one palm lasts all night, lying on the table and sleeping until dawn.

Today I slept lightly, and when I woke up with my eyelids raised, the sky had not yet dawned, the wick of the candle lamp had also been extinguished, and the room was extremely dark.

Few people know that I am terribly afraid of the dark.

Perhaps it was the crux of what fell that night.When I met the darkness, I became fearful and restless, and it has become more and more intense until now.Except for rest, I can't bear even a little darkness all over my body.

Touching the candle wick with your fingertips, the shimmering light swayed like flowing water, covering the whole room, reflecting the color of snow and frost.

I was stunned, and looked up, the master stood beside me with his hands behind his back.

He had been standing and looking at me for an unknown amount of time, and at this moment, his eyes met mine, and the cold glare under his eyelids had not yet had time to fade away.Even though the whole body was coated with a layer of warm candlelight, it didn't take away the biting chill.

"Master?" I was anxious, "When did you come back?"

Only then did he seem to come back to his senses, with a smile on his lips: "I just came back not long ago. I just saw you go to sleep like this. The dew is heavy at night, and I might catch a cold. That's all for today, and you don't need to wait for me in the future."

"I'm fine."

The lingering depression in my chest was relieved a little, I naturally took his hand and breathed lightly to warm him up.

"Master told me not to catch cold, why is my hand so cold?"

"Born like this." He laughed again, "It can't be covered with heat."

I didn't believe it, I struggled to keep him warm for a long time, and even rubbed off the skin on my palms.However, as soon as he covered his hands, the remaining warmth would dissipate very quickly like sparks meeting water.

It's really hard to cover the heat.

I suddenly fell into a daze, thinking of Zhaohua, and the real and cold hug in the bustling city.

As expected of half-brothers, not only do they look somewhat similar when they smile, but even their body cold is exactly the same.

That being the case, I had no choice but to give up.Leaning close to his cheek, it fell to the back of his hand and rubbed it, softly calling: "Master."

"What's the matter?"

"You recently..."

I want to ask him what he has been up to these days, why is he not allowed me to approach the house half a step away?Why are you not allowed to follow me when you go out?

Shouldn't we be inseparable?

The words came to the lips, but they became: "Do you often think of me these days? But I miss you all the time."

"...Naturally." The master rubbed his cuffs without changing his expression.

It's rare for him not to play Tai Chi with me. I was pleasantly surprised and wanted to pry a few more sweet words from him.

The master saw through my intentions, glanced at me lightly, and didn't give me this chance: "In three days, I'm going on a long trip."

"I'll be with the master." Seeing that he didn't respond, I lightly tugged on his sleeve, with a pleading tone, "Can you?"

He was unmoved, and persuaded in a gentle voice: "This trip is not for pleasure, but to calm down evil spirits. The road is dangerous and unpredictable, so you don't have to take risks with me."

"I'm not afraid, you know I'm not."

"I'm afraid." The master leaned close to me, his voice was like broken jade, with endless tenderness, "How can I bear to see Zhuluo suffer?"

Those phoenix eyes are full of affection, which really breaks my heart, and I am willing to let them blind my eyes, so that I will no longer be awake.

"Good Zhuluo." Seeing that I didn't say anything more, the master smiled on his lips, printed a soft kiss like cotton wool, and whispered, "Wait for me to come back, okay?"

My heart was beating like a drum, and after a long while, I said yes.

On the day of parting, I dragged my master to hide in a dark corner of the pavilion, poked my head out and repeatedly confirmed that even Yunyi's eyesight could not penetrate this huge rock, then I shook my sleeves and handed the warm wooden carving in my arms to the master .

The phoenix eyes are slanted, and the corners of the lips are smiling.

This is engraved according to the owner's appearance.

I am not sure about reading and swordsmanship, but I have mastered the craft of wood carving since I was a child.It cannot be said that the shape is accurate, but it is almost the same.

"This is me?" The master glanced at the wood carving and reached out to take it.

"That's right." I was afraid that he would not take it seriously, so I continued, "This is not a funny thing, but it is used to protect the safety. The master must have a difficult journey to quell the demons this time. With this thing nearby body, and you will return safely."

"Bless you and be safe?" The master caressed the wood carving meticulously, and his expression suddenly changed, "Is this spiritual wood? Didn't you put a lot of thought into it?"

I retracted my hands into my sleeves to cover up the criss-crossing mottled scars, and said with a smile: "It didn't take much thought, Master just underestimated me."

I did put a lot of thought into it.

When my adoptive father taught me how to carve wood, he told me that engraving spirit wood is not a matter of time.It can be as little as one year, and as many as nearly a hundred years or a thousand years.Don't slack off during this period, it needs to be watered with essence and blood day and night.

The longer the time, the stronger the effect of the blessing.

The intention is to exchange physical suffering for future happiness.

One thing for one thing, fair.

The foster father handed over the spirit tree to me, originally planning for me, to protect me in Chang'an.But after his death, I had little interest in life, and since then I have put the spirit wood in a corner of the bamboo boat, so as not to think about others when I see things.

After I met the owner, I was born again, and then I picked up the spirit wood again, brushed off the ash that fell on it, opened the box, and took out the long-sealed Suihan knife.

Every fall of the knife, every engraving, and every bloodstain is my wish for my master's eternal peace and prosperity.

He lives, so I can live.

He died, and I couldn't live either.

"Master." I tugged on his sleeve, looking earnest, "Can you assure me that you will return safely?"

The master looked at me silently, his eyes were deep, like an inevitable cloud and sky net, even if I was a bird with wings, it would be difficult for me to fly out of his palm.

I closed my eyes suddenly and shivered slightly.

Not long after, a cold hand stroked my right cheek, as if to appease me, but I didn't move for a long time.

"Zhu Luo." The master didn't make any promises, just said, "I will be fine."

It has been more than two months since the master left Xuandan.

When I finished applying for time and learning swords, I would wander around and sit on the Wangxiang Bridge for an entire afternoon.

The origin of this bridge is actually quite a bit of origin.

The master said that a long time ago, Xuan Dan had a childhood sweetheart who married her finger pulp.

Males call Yunxiang, females call Yunwang.

Yunwang's legs were ill since he was a child, and it was extremely difficult for him to walk on the ground.Therefore, Yuncheng became her two feet, carrying her to see the scenery of Xuandan.

Wherever they go, they always pass through this bridge.Every inch and every centimeter of the bridge is covered with their footprints, which is the sincerity that cannot be worn away by the long river of time.

However, the good times didn't last long. After a long trip, Yunxiang never came back.

Everyone said that Yunxiang was dead, only Yunwang didn't believe it.Regardless of her illness, she stood on the bridge on crutches and insisted on waiting for Yunxiang to return.

She waited for many years.

There is still Yangliu Yiyi on the bridge, and the blue waves are still far below the bridge, but there is no one who is willing to cross the bridge with her on his back.

The master said that the hope of Wangxiang Bridge is not the hope of Yun Wang, but the hope of hope.As for the township of Wangxiang Bridge, it is not actually the township of Yunxiang, but it is where the longing for someone grows day and night.

I turned over and sat on the bridge, and looked along the spring waves, green willows were hanging around, and beautiful trees were green.A few steps further away, there are four statues of black birds, splashed with colored glaze.Pulling vines and vines all over his body, with different expressions, his eyes are burning with spiritual fire, and he is looking straight at the vermilion lacquered gate to deter foreign enemies.

The master still hasn't come back today.

I sighed, and heard the commotion behind me, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Hey, little mute, are you still sitting here?"

I turned a deaf ear and didn't even bother to lift my eyelids.

I have been on the bridge for a long time, and these people passing by would always whistle and tease me as they do now, jokingly calling me "Wangfushi".

In the past, I would have turned around and kept these ugly faces in my mind one by one, so that I could settle the matter in the future.

That's all for now.

Wangfushi, sounds like a good word, I like it very much, let's just let them go this time.

but……

The master looks so beautiful, no matter what, he can't match her husband.

It is more accurate to look at his wife and stone.

The east wind is getting stronger, and the setting sun is slanting into the willow branches, and the afterglow is sprinkled everywhere.It seems that someone has plucked the stars with bare hands, adorned the surface of the lake, and scattered a little bit of light.

Suddenly, someone stepped over the vermilion lacquer threshold, broke through the four-element profound formation, and was walking towards the Wangxiang Bridge.

I looked intently, and saw that man was dressed in rustic white clothes, with a graceful figure and quite amorous style, his eyelashes filled with joy, he jumped off the Wangxiang Bridge, and ran there.

That person's eyebrows were originally like a blue-green painting soaked in water, blurred and difficult to distinguish, but when he came to him, they became clear and clear like clouds and fog.

It's not Yunmo from Wushan Xuandan, but Zhaohua from Linlang Tianque.

I stopped in my tracks and couldn't help being stunned.

"You can't wait." Zhaohua was also taken aback when he saw my attentiveness, but he quickly put his expression back together, with a playful smile on his lips, melting a little of the tiredness between his brows.

"There are so many trivial matters in court, it's hard to get away. Today is free, so the young master came. It's a pity that he came a bit late, and it's already winter."

Why should he explain the reason to me?

The person I was waiting for was not him.

I didn't make a sound, I tried to escape back to the bamboo boat with the strength on my toes, so that I could quickly shut Zhaohua out of the door, out of sight and out of mind.

However, he was already on guard, reached out and grabbed my collar, like carrying a chicken, and slipped me to his side.

"Why don't you talk? Do you want Xiao..." Zhao Hua paused, then changed his words, "Do you want me?"

I glared angrily: "Let go! You, how decent are you!"

"Since you say I'm inappropriate, why should I do what you want?"

Zhaohua lowered his eyes, relying on his stature being taller than me, he sized me up wantonly, with the domineering vigor that Xuandan had when we first met.

"If you want me to let you go, you can accompany me to build a snowman, now."

"...Now Meng Xia, Young Master, look up at the sky, is there any snow?"

I was so angry that I laughed back, I really admired his young master's temper as soon as he thought about it.

The corners of Zhaohua's lips moved slightly, and his expression was extremely happy: "I want the wind to get the wind, and the snow to get the snow. What's so difficult about it? Speaking of which... are Xiaohua and Xiaohong still here?"

Xiaohua and Xiaohong are the common names he gave to the two snowmen I made.

The one with a crab claw orchid on the top of its head is Xiaohua, and the one with two flowing fire beads embedded in the eyes is Xiaohong.The name is so vulgar and vulgar, it is worse than my level. When I heard it, I just thought he was insulting my masterpiece, and I almost pouted.

On the day Zhaohua left Xuandan, he ordered me to take good care of Xiaohua and Xiaohong, and if I made a mistake, I would be punished severely.

Naturally, I am not afraid. After he returns, I want to forget about this matter.Unexpectedly, I controlled my brain, but I didn't control my legs. When I have nothing to do, I always look at it a few times.

Until one morning, when I got out of the bamboo boat, I found that the weather had warmed up, and the snowman had accumulated in puddles and was stepped over by countless boots.

It was originally a cold and clear spring, but now it has become a pool of cement, which is thoroughly dirty.

I don't know what was fascinated by it, and I reached out and fished for a long time in the muddy water, only to find the dilapidated crab claw orchid.

As for the two Flowing Fire Orbs, they must have been sneakily taken away by others because of their preciousness.

I felt a little sad for no reason, and squatted beside the puddle for a long time, lost in thought, feeling blocked in my heart, but felt that this was what should be done.

Thinking about it, the fate between me and Zhaohua...is like Xiaohua and Xiaohong in the snow.

When the time comes, it will turn into water, turn into wind, and disappear without a trace.

"It's gone." I came back to my senses, looked at Zhaohua in a blink of an eye, and said firmly, "It's already turned into snow water, and it's gone."

"You really don't take my words to heart, you should be punished." He pretended to be angry, "Then I will punish you to build two more snowmen for me, what do you want?"

I naturally refused, Shen Sheng reasoned with Zhaohua: "Don't you understand, Shaojun? I just said that Xiaohua and Xiaohong are gone. Even if I make two more for you, it will not be the original Xiaohua and Xiaohong." Red. Some things can be forced, but some things cannot be forced."

"Coincidentally." Zhaohua was unmoved, "It just happened that I wanted to be willful and forceful. You are unlucky to bump into me, and there is no other way but to accept it."

I was annoyed at his stubbornness in my heart, and seeing that there was nothing I could do, I simply gave up on myself: "I am lazy and greedy, I don't like reading, I don't know elegance, and my swordsmanship is also rotten. Wushan Xuandan is the least capable of me. They say where is the end of the world... ...No, no fragrant grass? For me, a rotten weed, does Shaojun even care about face?"

Zhaohua looked at me silently for a while, then smiled suddenly.

I don't know whether it was because I poked the pain point and laughed back angrily, or because I felt a little novel and interesting when I saw myself demeaning.

"How can you still laugh?" I suddenly felt that I was punching into the fluffy cotton wool with my fist again, and I was really heartbroken.

Zhaohua coughed a few times, stopped smiling, and stared at me: "You said just now that two more snowmen will not be the original Xiaohua Xiaohong, so don't force me to do so. But I don't think so. Do you know If it is me who is waiting for them, I will do my best and will never let them go away."

When the words fell, he sighed softly: "Zhu Luo, you can't do anything to me..."

A dull bell sounded suddenly in the distance, causing thousands of ripples on the surface of the lake, swallowing up all the ending sounds of Zhaohua.

I listened attentively, no more, no less, the bell struck three times.

One for guests, two for feast, three for—

Three strikes are dangerous, and there may be major changes.

I had a bad premonition in my heart, and looked up, the blue and black sky was filled with the color of clouds and rivers, and it was also sprinkled with red fire, paving a magnificent picture scroll.The figure of Vermilion Bird flitted across the sky, brushed away thousands of clouds and waves, and went straight to the owner's residence.

The coolness spread from the soles of my feet, I felt cold all over my body, and my teeth trembled. After a while, I managed to find my voice.

"let me go."

Zhaohua is not from my Xuandan tribe, so I don't know the meaning of the bell, but seeing my tired expression, he didn't want to tease me anymore, so he stretched out his hand to smooth my collar, and said: "Don't panic, don't mess yourself up..."

I didn't want to listen to his clumsy comfort, and I flew down to look at the bridge.

When he saw Yunyi, he didn't care about being afraid, and rushed forward and asked, "Where's the master? What happened to him?"

There were bloodstains on Yunyi's face, and the hem of the black cloak had been torn into shreds, which made him look quite embarrassed.Seeing me, he put his finger on his lips, motioning for me to keep quiet. After looking around behind me for a week, he dragged me into the room, and closed the door behind his back.

"I'm afraid there is no way to get back to heaven."

I couldn't stand still anymore, staggered and fell before the collapse. I reached out my hand to check my master's breath, but I withdrew my hand as if being burned.

His face was so pale, even worse than Shuoyue Frost and Snow.The eyes are closed tightly and lifeless now, exactly the same as the adoptive father that night.

No, God can't do this to me.

It has taken away the adoptive father, and now I want to watch the master also...

My mind was in a state of confusion, and I asked in a trembling voice: "Isn't there, is there a spirit tree to protect you? Why...why, why is this happening!"

"It turns out that the spirit wood is your handwriting. You are really a fool who has not accomplished enough and has more than failed!"

Yunyi pulled my hair, his eyes were tearing and he said: "You know, when fighting with that monster, the spirit tree was accidentally knocked down, and because of this, Mo'er was distracted, so he was plotted by him and hit the nail on the head."

The severe pain came from the root of my hair, but I didn't realize it, and said over and over again: "I... I have good intentions, to protect the master."

"Good intentions?" Yunyi sneered, threw me on the ground with his backhand, and lightly brushed the dust off his hands, "Half of his immortal bone is now completely shattered. I'm afraid he won't be blessed to accept your kindness."

As the words fell, Yunyi's aura surged all over his body, his five fingers turned into claws, and he pressed straight to the master's throat, unexpectedly wanting to hurt his master's life.

Shocked, I propped myself up, restrained Yunyi's wrist with all my strength, and angrily scolded: "What do you want to do to Master?"

"It's better for me to send my son off now than to let him know the truth. According to his nature, what do you think he will do if he knows that the rest of his life will be like trash?" Yunyi snorted lightly, with a dazzling smile on his lips, It seems to be mocking my ignorance.

"I will serve my master, and I will never make him feel wronged. He will...he will definitely live a better life than now." The further I went on, the lower my voice became, almost to nothing.

I know I'm just kidding myself.

Although the master is gentle and indifferent, and never strives for power or fame, he may not be able to accept the gap between clouds and mud.When he woke up, he learned that the immortal bones were broken and all the gains from years of penance were burned. He, he...

I took a deep breath, calmed my mind, and asked, "Aside from dying, is there any other way?"

Yunyi withdrew his strength, moved his hand back a little, and said in a deep voice, "It is true, but..."

I interrupted his hesitation: "Please speak frankly, elder."

"The fairy bone is broken, and it needs to be replaced with bone." Yun Yi paused for a while, and sighed leisurely, "But in the vast world, who would be willing to give up the great opportunity to become a fairy to save—"

"Me." After the voice was cut off, I lowered my eyes slightly, my gaze replaced my fingertips, lingering over the master's brows and eyes, and when I spoke again, my tone was already decisive.

"I am willing."

When my foster father was alive, he always taught me to curb evil thoughts, to focus on goodness, and to attain enlightenment and immortality as soon as possible.I have been talking about it for a long time, and I also regard it as my lifelong desire.

Later, when there were changes, I thought about it day and night, looking forward to becoming a fairy, and crushing the scum who once bullied me under my feet, so that they would not be able to live, die, or turn over forever.

Later, later...

From becoming a fairy for keeping promises, to becoming a fairy for revenge, and then becoming a fairy for companionship.

When will my desire change?No way of knowing.

All I know is that without a master, I would never have survived to this day.

He gave me a new life and took over the burden of my adoptive father.

If even he goes to bliss, leaving me to live alone in this world, even if I can attain the Tao and become an immortal, so what?Linlang Tianque is too high and too far away, it will never be my home.

Xuan Dan is the one, the master is.

I had already made up my mind, I lowered my head and kissed deeply on the back of Master's hand, and closed my eyes.After a long time, he smiled.

Yifu, Zhuluo once made an oath to you, saying that in this life, he will devote himself to goodness and strive for immortality.If you violate this oath, you will be struck by lightning from the sky, and you will not die well.

Now that you have broken the promise and failed what you entrusted during your lifetime, you may have karma.

But I also... have no regrets.

Yunyi Road, in order to get rid of the immortal bones, you need to go to Linxiao Dantai.

This Linxiao Dantai was set up for the heinous people.Shed his fairy bones, took away his fairy books, and relegated to the mortal world life after life.

Although I am not a body to wear a crime, but it is always the same goal by different routes.

On the way, I met Zhaohua. He saw that I looked serious and wanted to inquire, but I was exhausted and didn't want to say much. I just wanted to close my eyes and have a quiet meeting alone.

On the contrary, it was Yunyi who kindly pointed out: "This is Linxiao Dantai. I have already informed you, young master, please make way."

When I arrived at Linxiao Dantai, I just touched the ground with my toes, and I felt the cold fragrance of plum blossoms coming from behind me.Then, my hand was grabbed, forcing me to turn around and look.

Zhao Hua seemed to be coming at a gallop, with his chest undulating slightly, a strand of hair on his temples met the water, winding like a water snake entangled at the end of his reddened eyes, not as calm as before.

He frowned: "Linxiao Dantai... Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Thinking that I would suffer the death penalty later, I didn't want to try hard to break away from his hand, and I didn't have the leisure to argue with him, "I'm nothing more than sober. Young Master, let me go."

"Do you know..." Zhaohua didn't let go, and closed his eyes a little, as if trying to suppress his emotions, "If you lose your fairy bones, you will not only lose your chance to immortality in the future, but you will also find it difficult to restrain your evil spirit, just like the last time you lost your mind , Hurt people everywhere."

I was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I know."

The half-demon body is born with half and half fairy bones and half demon bones, which should be a check and balance for each other, and one is indispensable.

...but so what?

I am sure that I will keep my heart, and I will never become a monster who only knows how to kill and drink blood.Even if the situation changes, it is absolutely impossible for the master to see me suffer.

He said he couldn't bear it.

Seeing my affirmation, Zhaohua's expression changed a few times, but it didn't look like smiling or crying.Xu Shi realized that I had made up my mind, so he tightened or loosened his hand, and after several rounds of stalemate like this, he finally loosened my wrist slowly.

I think I'm afraid I'm sick.

Otherwise, how could I not be able to help but sigh when I see Zhaohua like this?

"Thank you." I said softly.

Thank him for what?Perhaps it is... thank him for fulfilling it.

Without waiting for Zhaohua to respond, Yunyi took my left arm with his arms, and with the help of his toes, jumped over the thousand-level jade steps of Linxiao Dantai in one fell swoop, leading me to the execution ground.

"Who is here? What crime did he commit?"

As soon as he stood firm, questions came one after another.

I didn't respond in a hurry, and looked around in a blink of an eye.Although this Linxiao Dantai is an execution ground, the decoration is extraordinarily elegant.

There are two or three vines of Lingxiao flowers, which are like dragons and snakes. They are made of thousands of red jade lamps.

It is common to know that the pain of fading bones is not common, but I don't know when the execution will be carried out. Can anyone be distracted to enjoy the spring scenery in the garden?

I am used to having fun in bitterness, so I coaxed myself to smile, and said to the black-clothed and short-clothed executioner, "My name is Zhuluo, and I came from Wushan Xuandan. Fairy bone."

"Voluntary?" He was slightly startled, his tone a little emotional, "Your appearance reminds me of an old friend."

"Who?"

"Langfeng Emperor Ji, Yu Lianhuan."

"I look like her?"

"It doesn't look like that." The executioner said, "I just find it strange. You are clearly about to suffer the punishment of bone loss, and you are not begging for mercy, but you can still laugh."

I casually asked, "Then how is she doing now?"

The executioner paused, looked at me with pity, sighed and said: "The past is the past, don't mention it again."

"That's right. The most urgent thing is to execute the sentence as soon as possible, so as not to have long days and dreams." Yunyi took the words, and if there was any substance in his eyes, they rolled around me coldly and stickily, as if silently urging.

I knew he was worried about his master, so he nodded and said no more.I went to the torture rack and let the crooks handcuff my limbs.I tried to move my wrist, but the iron cuffs were so tight that it was impossible to break free by myself.

There is no way out... just fine.

Saying that you are not afraid or nervous is deceiving yourself and others.When I saw Zhuohuangbi who was executing this execution, I couldn't help but tense up.

The pen is naked and white, one finger wide and three inches long.

The tip of the hair is like a knife sharpening, the incision is neat, as thin as a needle tip, and there is a cold light that seems to be there, showing its extreme sharpness.

"It will be very painful." The executioner stood still in front of me. "During the execution, you must endure as much as you can, and don't lose your mind. Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted and you will have to start over from the beginning."

Can't you pass out?

I was very disappointed, knowing that I was not completely sure, but thinking that this move was to repay the kindness of the master, I decided to give it a try.

"After a while, it will be easier later on."

Yu Luo, starting from the right wrist, he avoided the scattered blood vessels, the tip of the pen was like a knife blade to lightly pick apart the flesh, and the bone can be seen deeply, and the chalcedony covering the bone was meticulously and unmistakably scraped off.

Every more than one centimeter, the pain is very three points.

I was sweating profusely, clenched my fists tightly, and wanted to gnaw my silver teeth, before I managed to stop the miserable howl that was about to come out.

It was excruciatingly painful, but he couldn't pass out.

I want to distract my mind, desperately trying to glimpse some good things in my past memories.

...had.

I thought of my foster father who, on a whim, said he wanted to teach me to practice calligraphy when I was young.

He writes vigorously, and every hook and stroke is proud, with the shape of pine and bamboo.I am far inferior to him, my handwriting is crooked and difficult to distinguish, afraid of being scolded by him, so I crumpled the rice paper and hid it, refusing to let him see it.

Seeing this, the adoptive father pointed behind me and said that my mother was watching me there.I was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around to look, but there was no one by the window eaves, only then did I realize that I had fallen into the trick of my adoptive father again.

The paper in my hand was taken away, I lowered my head wearily, waiting to be punished by my adoptive father, but unexpectedly he was so angry that he laughed back, full of belly laughs.

He smiled and laughed, and I also became silly and happy, threw myself into his arms, and rolled with him on the stone slab.

It's been a long time since I've had such wanton fun.

I lifted my lips with difficulty, my eyelashes dripped with sweat, turned around gently, and then snaked down the corners of my eyes, dripping with water.

The Ling Xiaohua vine in front of me suddenly became clear and suddenly blurred.

The gentle and handsome appearance of the adoptive father in memory was torn and crushed by the mottled blood on his wrist, turning into a bright moon that cannot be caught in the water.

Layers of ripples spread out, and if you look closely, what is reflected on it is the master's passionate skin like a red peach blossom.

He was carrying flying flowers, looked at me with a smile, and the cyan jade pendant swayed gently in the wind.

"Didn't anyone tell you?"

"..."

"Your tail is beautiful."

I was intoxicated, no matter how difficult it was to distinguish the virtual image from the real one, I could only rely on my heart full of affection, pursed my lips, and confided a few words that I hadn't said in the past: "Master, my tail...is it really beautiful? "

The tight lips loosened the line of defense, and the whispering between the teeth was replaced by weeping blood and wailing.

In the end, I still couldn't ask that sentence.

After several times of torture, I was numb from the pain, my throat was so hoarse that I couldn’t make a sound, my head was hanging weakly on my chest, I stared blankly at the clouds and mist around my feet, and heard the executioner say: "It's over."

He stitched up the wound meticulously for me, and opened a bottle of medicine to help me heal the scar.I raised my eyes with difficulty, and the right half of my body seemed to be intact now, but only I knew that it was riddled with holes, and it was difficult to recover.

The handcuffs were released, and my feet were soft, and I knelt forward unconsciously.Fortunately, the executioner was quite prescient and reached out to help me, which saved me from being so embarrassing.

My eyelids were getting heavy, but I still remembered what he hadn't finished before, so I grabbed him with my backhand and insisted on asking: "You haven't told me, that Di Ji...how is she?"

He was silent for a long time, touched my eyes, and softly persuaded: "She trusts no one. Don't worry, you will definitely not be like her."

Only then did I feel relieved, forced a smile and said, "Thank you...Ji Yan."

These two words have exhausted all my strength, I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

In the boundless darkness, I seem to be surrounded by cold, falling into a gentle dream filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

When he woke up, the surroundings were no longer the decorations of Linxiao Dantai.

I opened my eyes in vain, and found that there was a piece of cold soul between my forehead, and spiritual power poured in from between my eyebrows, and circulated continuously in my body, reducing the sharp pain by a few points.

"woke up?"

After seeing the face of the person next to me, I said in surprise, "Miss Fu Ling, how could it be you?"

Could it be that Yunyi didn't bring me back to Xuan Dan?

What about the fairy bone?Did he keep it properly and bring it to the master for healing?

I really couldn't let go, and I wanted to rush to Xuandan as soon as I lifted the quilt.

But Fu Ling pressed my hand, and her tone was unquestionable: "An Xin rests here for two days, don't be stupid. The fairy bones have been taken away by Yun Yi, and my son will accompany me personally. With him in charge, I will be fine."

The heart I held fell back to the original place, and I murmured: "That's good."

She helped me to lie down, looked down at me for a moment, with a slight worry on her brows: "Would you really not regret doing this?"

"...Actually, you don't have to feel sorry for me."

My untimely self-esteem began to haunt me again, and I subconsciously avoided her pitiful gaze, saying, "It's not like I don't want nothing after getting rid of the fairy bone. I just hope that I can repay my kindness and let the master love me more." That's all. Madam, I'm not selfless, on the contrary, I'm too greedy."

"Insufficient greed will only backfire." Fu Ling thoughtfully, her eyes met mine, but she didn't seem to be looking at me, but looked at another person through my eyes.

"So I learned to be content and never feel disappointed again."

"Miss?"

"...just remembering some past events." She came back to her senses, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for me, "Stop talking, just go on sleeping."