Fu Zhu

Hearing Hua Yang yelling, Lu Qingchuan tilted his head and said calmly: "It's just the surface."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Hua Ziyuan let out a long whistle, and the long sword hanging in the air turned into two pieces, then two pieces into four pieces, and in an instant, there were sword shadows in a radius of ten feet.Hua Ziyuan pinched the Taiqing Jue with his hand, rolled up his Taoist sleeve, and the sword light from the heavens fell down with the sound of the wind.

Lu Qingchuan heard the wind whistling outside the pavilion, and then turned his eyes away from Huayang.He lifted his hands slightly, and his blood-stained robe was immediately filled with demonic aura, and he slowly rose upwards, covering the entire gazebo like a scarlet treasure cover.

The sword rain fell on the robe, like a mud cow entering the sea.

When Hua Ziyuan saw him, he said "Okay" three times in a row, put his foot on the eaves, swept into the sword formation, grabbed the three-foot green sharp edge in the center of the formation, turned around with a kite move, and stabbed at the brocade robe .

Wearing a plain shirt, Lu Qingchuan slowly squeezed a formula, turned his wrist, and turned his dark red pupils with his fingertips, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It was a splendid robe, which grew dozens of feet in the air, wrapped Hua Ziyuan in the cloth, and slowly tightened it. The long sword fell from the air, and with a loud sound, it slanted into the stone crevice by the pool.

Huayang was taken aback and struggled hard.Hearing Hua Ziyuan stop drinking, the red robe burst in response, and the rags were scattered like a rain of scarlet blood.

Lu Qingchuan squinted his eyes, clenched his left hand into a fist, pulled lightly, and the flower branch wrapped around Huayang's foot suddenly came to life, and dragged Huayang to move towards the pavilion.

Hua Yang's face was pale, and he jumped up and down, dragging on the ground, rubbing the ashes all over his body.

Lu Qingchuan looked at him sullenly, and said softly: "I actually treat you well, I never cared about the way you treated me before."

Hua Yang yelled: "Turtle son, I wish I could peel off your skin, pick out your eyeballs, beat you until you find your teeth..."

As soon as he cursed two or three sentences, he was dragged to the pavilion.Hua Yang broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and grabbed the stone steps in front of the pavilion with both hands.

Hua Ziyuan snorted lightly, jumped down, stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed Hua Yang by the back collar.A red light flashed in Lu Qingchuan's eyes, and the bunch of flowers suddenly wrapped around Huayang's wrist tightly.

Huayang chuckled twice: "If there are any torture moves, just use them!"

Lu Qingchuan said lightly: "I'm stubborn."

Hua Yang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "I was stubborn in the past, but now I've opened my eyes!"

Lu Qingchuan said softly: "Huayang, look, Master Lu is awake."

Huayang was startled, the few flower branches shook suddenly, lifted Huayang up and hung him upside down in front of the pavilion.

In the upside-down vision, Master Lu, who was standing in the courtyard, really slowly opened his eyes.He swayed under the sun, and after a while, he looked at this side with a pair of cloudy eyes hesitantly: "Who are the two priests?"

Lu Qingchuan said leisurely: "These two are the Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple."

Master Lu made a noise in his throat, and it took him a long time to say: "Yes, I wrote a letter to the people in Baiyun Temple."

Hua Yang was hanging upside down in mid-air, his blood stagnated, and he heard Lu Qingchuan calmly leading the man to speak: "Master Lu, the two priests heard that there was a murder case in the Lu family, and they are here to help you get rid of the demon."

Master Lu looked suddenly enlightened: "Eliminate the demon? I thought it was a demon before, but I realized it was a human later. Please come back, two priests!"

Hua Ziyuan glanced at Hua Yang, saw his face was as white as paper, and sneered, "Hua Yang, you can believe the nonsense of people who have been ill for a long time."

Lu Qingchuan seemed to be expecting it, and said loudly: "Human? It seems that the owner of the villa knows who the real culprit is. Let's guess next, could it be Liu Niang?"

"no."

"Aunt Xu?"

Master Lu waved his hands again and again: "No."

Lu Qingchuan laughed lightly and said, "It must be Aunt Gu."

Master Lu grinned: "No, they are all dead."

Hua Yang seemed to be standing in the ice and snow, terrified in his heart, and only shouted: "Monster, you are trying to deceive people again, you can't deceive me..."

Lu Qingchuan was calm and composed: "Daoist, you see, although Master Lu has been poisoned, he is not always in a coma."

Master Lu paced back and forth in the courtyard, turning a blind eye even when his life's painstaking efforts were on fire.Suddenly, he saw the long sword stuck in the crevice of the stone, and ran forward enthusiastically, pulled out the sword, and began to chop and dance wildly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill all of you!" Master Lu yelled while chopping, "Madam! You come back! Madam! I avenged you!"

Hua Yang felt that the blood in his whole body had cooled down, replaced by a bone-chilling chill.

Lu Qingchuan went around the pavilion and threw the jug to the center of the lake, seeing the ripples in the center of the water, said softly: "Mrs. Lu's death is related to Liu Niang."

He paused, and wrote sarcasm on the brows: "No, it's not just Liu Niang, think about what Master Lu said just now. All the aunts in the mansion are inseparable from the murder case. These women are full of mouths on weekdays. Close acquaintances and close friends are like-minded, and they become jealous when they are fighting for each other. However, once Mrs. Lu is gone, these aunts will inevitably offend two of them.”

Hua Yang was hung in mid-air, stayed there for a while, and finally continued inaudibly: "Master Lu, and Qingchuan."

He thought of the way the old master Lu was chopping wildly with his long sword, and suddenly burst out laughing, but he seemed to be about to cry: "After being busy for so long, it turned out that Master Lu was seeking revenge for his wife and killed several aunts. "

He laughed so that his shoulders trembled slightly, and he was almost out of breath: "No wonder the Lu residence is so heavily guarded, and there are still murders happening one after another! Killing people, if that's the case, the whole family will either be decapitated, or the family will be destroyed, who will go?" guard against him."

Lu Qingchuan's eyes were full of monster light, and there was a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth, but his brows were gentle and handsome.He walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, for a few moments, his face was hidden behind the pillars of the pavilion, only his messy hair was curled in the wind, only that scorching gaze was still there for a moment, condescending like a tiger Fight the rabbit.

"Why are you rushing to get rid of that person?" Lu Qingchuan chuckled, "Master Lu is not the only murderer. Have you forgotten, who injected the poison on Master Lu? He can't do it himself. Poison."

Hua Yang was bound by flower branches, staring blankly at him, and asked after a long time, "What do you mean? Is there a second murderer? Who will poison Master Lu?"

Lu Qingchuan sneered, and said word by word: "Could it be that the Taoist priest has forgotten that he hates Master Lu." Lu Qingchuan pronounced the word "he" very emphatically.

But Huayang still didn't understand, so he laughed dryly: "Tell me, who hates whom?" He wanted to escape, but being stared at by those bottomless monster eyes, he became a fish on an anvil.

Lu Qingchuan smiled lightly and said, "Lu Qingchuan hates his father."

Hua Yang looked at the people in the pavilion, and then turned his head to look at Master Lu, his world spinning for a while.When he came back to his senses, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. A simple sentence almost exhausted all Huayang's strength: "How could Qingchuan...hate Master Lu?"

Lu Qingchuan replied decisively: "Didn't you know about it a long time ago, because of his mother's death."

Hua Yang trembled violently, and there was no trace of blood on his face. All the previous accidents were not as fatal as this one.

Before falling into a dream, it's not that I haven't seen Master Lu beat that person with a whip, or I haven't seen Qing Chuan holding his mother's tablet, and walking in step by step when Lu's mansion is holding a feast——

He knew a long time ago that Qingchuan would not be happy if he was alone.

But I never thought that I would be so unhappy...

The monster said a few words lightly, like a sharp thin blade, cutting open the flesh, and the truth finally came to light.

This catastrophe of annihilation started when Liu Niang started her career. She was young and beautiful, very popular with Mr. Lu, and even made friends with several concubines. Harmful things.

As soon as Mrs. Lu left, Lu Qingchuan broke into the banquet with the spiritual tablet in his hand, scolded his father for being unfeeling, then poisoned the food, left Yangzhou, and was killed by the fox spirit who fled here.The monster was seriously injured, in order to cultivate his body, he pretended to be Lu Qingchuan and returned to Jinling, only then did he have a relationship with Huayang for several days.

At this time, the master of the Lu family had already learned the truth about his wife's death. When he was in a trance and the lingering poison was not clear, he became crazy from then on. From time to time, in the middle of the night, he struggled to sit up from the bed, holding his sword upside down to seek revenge for his wife. Although Mrs. Lu's soul was still alive and she appeared to warn her many times, the four aunts still died one after another under the sword of Mr. Lu.

"Liu Niang's instigation, concubine's harm, deserves to die; Mrs. Lu, although she is saving people, is also a perpetrator, deserves to die; Lu Yan's revenge for his wife is true, and killing people's lives is true, and family destruction is not wronged; as for Lu Qingchuan, Poisoning your father is contrary to human ethics."

A few burnt peach branches were placed in front of the pavilion, and the trees were buried in the fire.Falling into dust, new youth blooms out of the dust.The copper pillars are the branches, the flame seedlings are the crown, and the little sparks are like flying flowers.

As the monster said, he took a quiet look at Hua Yang: "Master Xiao Dao, the cycle of karma has never been good for retribution."

Surrounded by steaming heat, Hua Ziyuan had finished adjusting his breath, and with a single move, the long sword held by Master Lu returned to its original owner.He held Huayang by the back collar with one hand, and cut off the flower branch with the other, releasing Huayang.

Lu Qingchuan squinted his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't get used to the little Taoist's silence, so he called twice: "Huayang, Huayang?"

His voice was as soft as a leaf falling in the middle of the water, "I fled all the way to Yangzhou, and I figured out who was destined to die in a few months and a few days, so I obeyed the destiny and followed behind. When the person really died, I took advantage of the dead body. In this absurd farce, I just acted as a small spectator, and the two Taoist priests are well-versed in the world, so I presumably would not embarrass an innocent person."

Hua Yang smiled bitterly: "You said you were a spectator."

Lu Qingchuan clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes flickered, and he said softly, "I'm just a spectator."

Hua Yang suddenly hissed and roared: "You are also a spectator, and you also stand by and watch others die, why is Mrs. Lu dying when you are doing well!" His face was slightly red with anger, "She even committed murder , even if you see your relatives committing evil, and you can't do anything, it won't end like this—"

Lu Qingchuan laughed softly: "She wants to die herself."

Hua Ziyuan snorted lightly: "Sure enough, it's a lotus flower on the tongue, leaving myself clean, Hua Yang."

The little Taoist wiped his face carelessly with his arms, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing a thin arm.

Lu Qingchuan caught a glimpse of countless criss-crossing scars on his arms, was startled, and then called out: "Huayang?"

Hua Ziyuan stretched out his finger, and stroked Huayang's arm lightly, blood gushed out in pools, wrapped around his arm, and merged into a trickle between his wrists.

Hua Yang trembled from the pain, his face was pale, he grabbed the long sword, drew an outline on the ground, and drew the guiding Beidou in the four directions of Xun, pinched the celestial master's formula with his hand, raised his arm high, and drained the blood Drop to the heart.

A moment later, a huge formation suddenly appeared on the ground, brilliance surged among the runes the size of ants, and an eighth-grade lotus platform appeared in the center of the formation, blazing with brilliance.

Hua Yang stepped into the formation with a few steps, sat down cross-legged, the blood on his hands was still dripping.

Under such circumstances, when Lu Qingchuan saw the blood formation that had trapped him for ten years again, he felt hot and cold, annoyed and hated, all kinds of feelings, even he couldn't explain it clearly.

When he was angry and bored, he suddenly remembered the day when Hua Yang was given the medicine. No matter what, the man refused to lift his sleeves, saying that he was afraid of scaring him.

Such dense scars, old and new intertwined.Previously, he only hated this man's blood, hated him for putting him in prison, hated his elm head, hated his constant talk about Lu Qingchuan.Looking at it now, the horoscope of pure yang, and the blood of pure yang may not be a good thing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but soften his voice a bit; "Huayang, you haven't healed, why join in the fun. Go, wrap your hands."

Waited for a while, but only heard the whistling of the wind, and waited for a while, but still no one responded, and felt a chill in my heart for no reason.

This person knew that he was innocent, but because he was a demon, his attitude was completely different.

It's a demon, so what?

Because he has received such capital punishment, it is not the same that he has never retaliated.

Thinking about it this way, I can't suppress my hatred. The care and hatred for this person are closely intertwined, accompanying each other, and they can't be separated for a while.The more you hate, the more you care, the more you care, the more you hate.If it wasn't for this person—

Lu Qingchuan gritted his teeth, and a sneer slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that with the same blood formation, I will be trapped by you a second time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his fingertips and squeezed out a few drops of bright red blood.A few drops of blood condensed in mid-air, hovered for a while, and suddenly turned into arrows that flew off the string, blasting a huge gap in every encircling thick and thin copper pillar.

Lu Qingchuan put his hands behind his back and strode out of the pavilion. Six copper pillars snapped behind him.Hua Yang kept drooping his eyelids wearily, until this time he opened his eyes slightly, the shadow of Lu Qingchuan was reflected in the dark and moist eyes, and the formula in his hand had changed into the crouching demon seal.

Lu Qingchuan shook suddenly, he looked down, and found that his feet were sunk into the soil in an instant, and they were still sinking deeper and deeper, so he couldn't help but sneered: "Why are they still the same?" He said, exerting force on his legs , turned outward slowly, and there was a slight crackling sound in the soil.

But before the shackles became loose, the ground that had been scorched and cracked by the fire suddenly softened like spring waves in a pond, and the person sank a little more immediately.

Hua Ziyuan sneered from the side: "I should be the one who said, why are you still the same."

Lu Qingchuan's face darkened suddenly, and under the impetus of the evil spirit, the land with a radius of several feet trembled non-stop.

Hua Yang staggered in the formation, and once he found that the wound had stopped bleeding, he would pick up the formed scab by himself.Fresh blood dripped on the center of the formation, and the blue light flashed intermittently, making the blood formation become indestructible again and again.

Lu Qingchuan glanced at Huayang, saw that he was already on the verge of falling, and the expression in his eyes changed a few times. He asked in a low voice: "You know that the murder case has nothing to do with me, but you still want to kill me because... I'm a demon?"

When he said these words, he felt hatred surged out more violently, it was not that he didn't want to kill this person and break the barrier in one fell swoop, but seeing that person's complexion was as paper, hanging there with only one breath left, he felt cold all over his body, All the anger turned into unwillingness.

"Is it... because I am a demon, I should be punished?"

When he was pretending to be a mortal, this person was so tolerant towards him, he blushed after just looking at each other, which made him feel a little...

Now you want to take it all back?

Lu Qingchuan closed his eyes abruptly, as if he had made up his mind: "Huayang, if you are tired, close your eyes."

Huayang shook twice again, as if he really couldn't stand it any longer.In the air, the warm fragrance that made people fall asleep floated from nowhere, and after taking a few more breaths, the eyelids drooped lower and lower.

At the moment when his eyes were closed, Lu Qingchuan's handsome face, which had always been dignified, suddenly changed. It was covered with blood, with sharp white teeth bared, and a bloody fleshy vine grew out behind him. Only then did I realize that it was a stripped foxtail.

Hua Ziyuan, who was defending the formation, did not dare to be negligent, flipped his sleeves, and shot out five great fire-killing talismans at the same time.

Hearing only a few deafening cracking sounds, thick smoke billowed up, the fox still stood where he was panting, but he was not injured at all.

Hua Ziyuan pierced through the tip of the sword with true energy, and he slashed at the back of the monster with all his strength.The monster suddenly raised its head and smiled grimly.Almost at the same time, behind him, the huge and unparalleled fox tail rolled up, wrapped Hua Ziyuan in a circle, slammed it on the rocks by the lake, wrapped it tightly, and slammed it on the scorched earth and smoke.

There were only a few muffled noises like silk being torn apart, and it was unclear if the person wrapped in it had broken tendons, bones, or flesh.

Huayang's eyelids twitched violently, and after a while, he struggled to wake up again.He knelt in the center of the formation and looked around anxiously: "Senior Brother Zi Yuan?"

On top of the embers, apart from billowing thick smoke, there was not even half a human figure. It was not until half a cup of tea was passed that there was a loud noise from the air.

Hua Ziyuan fell straight down, half of his hand was bloody, and he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered. He turned around when he got close to the ground, touched the ground with his knees, and nearly stopped.

Hua Yang was startled when he saw the dark eyes in his eyes, and was about to rush over to see what happened, when suddenly a hand grabbed him from behind and strangled his throat.

Hua Yang was held in the arms of that man, flesh against flesh, a pungent smell of blood made people want to vomit, he turned his head with difficulty, and saw a plausible old face.On that face, one eye was as dark as blood, and the other was as black as ink, staring at him intently, as if trying to figure out if he was afraid.

Hua Yang's whole body trembled, and his ears were buzzing. He could only faintly hear the surrounding sounds, and the fox demon laughed softly.

"Xiao Daoist, you seem to be in Baiyun Temple, and your life is not good."

"Zi Yuan...Senior brother..." Hua Yang managed to squeeze out the words from his throat for a long time, but he still couldn't say the words "save me".

Hua Ziyuan was still kneeling on the spot, his chest rising and falling.

The monster behind him glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile, and the corners of his red eyes slanted up: "I'll take you away."

Hua Yang felt a sudden chill, his forehead was densely covered with cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to break free, so he called out to Hua Ziyuan timidly: "Brother?"

The fox demon tightened his grip on him: "I hate seeing your blood the most. I won't cut you with a knife."

Huayang shook like chaff.

That foul-smelling evil spirit enveloped the entire Lu Mansion, with no stars or moon above the head, dark red clouds splashed like ink splashes, the raging flames were suddenly suffocated, and within half a cup of tea, wisps of lingering smoke rose from the scorched earth.

The man said with a smile, "What's the good of cultivating the Tao?" He thought of what happened just now, and suddenly became violent, and repeated the voice of hatred: "What's the good of cultivating the Tao?"

The fox demon buried his head in Huayang's neck, as if he wanted to bite off his throat, but when he was about to bite, he hesitated, not sure whether he should kill him or not.

Hua Yang was exhausted and hated, he held on for a long time, his knees gave way, and he almost collapsed to the ground, but he was intimidated by those demonic blazing eyes, unable to move, he was really on the verge of desperation.

Standing under the dark red clouds, the fox demon only had a plain white coat left. Seeing him staggering, he angrily put away his fangs and put his hand on his waist.

It's not that he didn't hate, but he couldn't bear to kill, and he was anxious and irritable, which had never happened in thousands of years.

Hua Ziyuan leaned on the ground with one knee, hatred in his eyes: "Leave your name, this revenge will be avenged in the future."

The fox demon squinted at him, but said to Hua Yang: "That's right, Taoist priest doesn't know my name yet."

A gust of evil wind blew from nowhere, and the dust was blown up, and the eyes were all white.

When the wind cleared, four lines of characters one finger deep suddenly appeared on the ground. The handwriting was so wild and unrestrained that it made one's heart tremble when reading it.

Yesterday the flowers bloomed and the trees were red, but today the flowers are gone and the branches are empty;

The grass and trees still have the order of the spring breeze, and the bones do not return to their old appearance.

Xia Ding moved a few dragons and tigers, who said Qinchuan Emperor State?

For thousands of years, there are seven strings, and there is a leaning tower in the sky.

The last character Lou drew out a long stroke, because he was still angry, the stroke of the stroke was like a sword's energy.The four lines of handwriting on the ground, after being recited one by one by the fox demon named Yilou, there is a cold wind and killing spirit.

He wrapped his left arm around Huayang's waist, flicked his right sleeve, and flew towards the outside of Jinling City on a gust of evil wind. Huayang was in mid-air, and his eyes were still staring at Hua Ziyuan.

When they were far away, Hua Ziyuan closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while. Huaqing Huaxuan came out from behind the broken wall and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to leave him alone?"

"Brother really has a heart of stone."

Hua Ziyuan's gaze sank.

Frightened by the fox demon, Hua Yang flew for a while in a daze, and suddenly arrived at a beautiful mountain.The fox demon looked around, twitched his nostrils, snorted, and threw Huayang down from mid-air.Huayang fell into the pile of dead leaves, unable to speak a word due to the pain.

The fox demon's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he stood on the branch and looked down.Hua Yang curled up his hands and feet, the wound on his arm was not healed, and after the fall, several lines of blood beads dripped out.

The fox demon stared at him, as if he couldn't stand his bleeding, and after a while, he said: "Back then, the pain of skinning was never like yours..."

Hua Yang heard him talking about the pain, and gradually laughed, his vision was blurred, and he could only vaguely recognize the monster standing on the branch.

It's still Lu Qingchuan's face, but the person inside has changed, just thinking about it for a while, you have to endure it desperately, so as not to keep tears from falling in your eyes.

"What do you know, I originally wanted to be Qingchuan's book boy. Then I became a Taoist priest..." Hua Yang's eyes were red, and he was still trying to smile, and he revealed the blood-scabby secret buried deep in his heart. Pieces were re-plucked out.

"It's that old Taoist priest, tell, tell me that Qingchuan is destined to die young..." The more he said, the more stammered his tone became, and finally he couldn't hide his tears: "He said that only when I enter the Taoist sect can I... hope resolve..."

When Hua Yang said this, he tried his best to cover his eyes with his arms, but there were still tears oozing out, and his voice was intermittent.

"I wanted to be good for him... but I let him experience the warmth and coldness of human relations in the past ten years, and there was not even a single person to talk to... I came back late..."

He cried the same sentence over and over again, and gradually he couldn't make a sound: "It's me, I came back late..."

How many years ago, young master Lu leaned against the wall and laughed arrogantly: "You still owe me a name."

Many years later, he finally got a Taoist name, and hurried down the mountain, drenched in the rain in front of the Lu residence, and when he saw the man coming back, he shouted loudly: "My name is Huayang. I'm a generation of Hua, and my name is one Yang." The word, takes the meaning of heaven and earth pure yang..."

I thought... I caught up with...