Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Nan Rongke didn't know much about spells, so he couldn't wait to shake Chao Wendao and ask him what it was.

When I heard about it, I stopped talking.

——Master Chao Xizhi likes to collect ancient books and secrets. When he was cleaning the master's flower viewing hall, he accidentally found an incomplete ancient book.

According to that ancient book, there is a technique in this world that cuts out one's own spiritual veins and shares them with others.A spiritual vein, turned into a red thread, serves as evidence that other people's spiritual veins are stored in oneself.

But because few people in the world are willing to perform it, this technique has long been lost—after all, it is a very important "spiritual vein" for practitioners, who would send it to others?

What's more, it's Xue Xuanwei, who has achieved great Taoism and is expected to ascend to the top of the Xuanmen True Monarch.

Moreover, according to the book, the pain of peeling off the spiritual vein is tantamount to cutting off the arm and cutting the bone.But it was done by Sect Master Xue, but it seemed as simple as transferring something outside his body to others.

Chaowen whispered to Nan Rongke: "I guess, it seems to be a long-lost silk-drawing technique. The suzerain deposited a spiritual vein on the side of his eyes on Junior Brother Song...that is to say-he put his own I lent my eyes to Junior Brother Song."

Nan Rongke asked naively and inappropriately: "Then what if this spiritual vein is cut off?"

Chao Wendao felt a chill in his throat: "The suzerain will also go blind."

Nan Rongke hissed: "Did Song Yao give Sect Master Xue some ecstasy?"

It was also rare for Chao Wendao to respond to his muddled words: "...Well, the dose is not small."

Zhao Wendao saw that there were children's toys, plush dolls, etc. at the stall next to him, so he reached out and took a very cute big-eyed frog plush hat, dropped a few coins, and sighed.

He handed the plush cap to Nan Rongke and said, "It's getting cold, take care of yourself."

Nan Rongke: "..."

The two were whispering to each other with emotions, and suddenly felt a ray of spiritual power penetrate into their mouths, and then felt a chill at the base of their tongues, and both were speechless for a moment, and when the coolness gradually dissipated and flowed down the throat into the stomach, Nan Rongke grew up. Taking a breath, he asked stiffly, "Brother Chao, what is this?"

Chao Wendao asked: "Brother Nanrong, I just said what kind of magic technique is this?"

Nan Rongke looked puzzled, and blurted out: "Have you lost your memory? Didn't you say it's called Qian——ahhh!"

An electric current surged from the soles of his feet, and went straight to the Tianling Gai, which made Nan Rongke's hands and feet numb, staggered, and almost fainted.

Zhao Wendao nodded, patted Nan Rongke on the shoulder, and then told him: "I recognize this, it is the suzerain's 'Spiritual Word Curse'."

If the person who is bound by the spiritual curse speaks out the agreed thing, he will suffer the pain of whipping to the soul.

"..."

Nan Rongke touched his heart, Dad, it's too bitter outside, I want to go back to Chasing Moon Villa.

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The Taoist scriptures are as vast as smoke, not to mention as clever as Xue Xuanwei. After 70 years, it is not impossible to know some strange spells that he doesn't know.

Xiao Yihe didn't think too deeply, and looking at Sect Master Xue's cold face, he obviously thought he delayed the schedule.

However, he had eyes, and quickly put Xue Xuanwei's strange temper behind him, and he was very happy to see everything, touching this for a while, and looking at that for a while.An old man with a white beard was blowing sugar. He looked at it for a long time before reluctantly moving.

As he walked, he couldn't help but touch the extra red mole on his earlobe with his fingers.

Naturally, he didn't know that this "blood mole" was in harmony with Xue Xuanwei's spirit and spirit, so he fiddled with it like a finger on Xue Xuanwei's heart.Xue Xuan didn't show it on the face, but his heart was trembling because of his teasing, which overwhelmed the pain and discomfort caused by the sudden loss of a spiritual vein.

Nan Rongke and the two had strange and complex expressions, and they followed behind them hesitantly.

——Look at the left side, "Song Yao" looks smug and proud, as if enjoying a spring outing; look at the right side, Sect Master Xue's face is expressionless, as if the mere spiritual veins are not worth mentioning.

"..."

"Forget it, it's still important to get down to business!"

Chao Wendao comforted himself in this way, he took out the remains of the spiritual light left by the missing disciples, listened to it several times, and confirmed that the part of the voice mentioned was "Jidi Village". Near Bongning.

But everyone walked all the way, asking around for the location of "Jidi Village", but it was also strange, no one knew about this village.

The two of them were studying the compass, but Xiao Yihe found Xue Xuanwei staring at a private house on the side of the road in a daze.

The house was square and ordinary, with a small wooden plaque of "Zhou's House" hanging on the door. The gate had been closed for some years, and there were uneven sawdust, but the two statues of the door gods were very fresh and mighty. The eight-year-old sat on the door frame and threw sandbags to play.

Xiao Yihe was confused, but not long after Xue Xuanwei glanced over the lintel, his figure faltered, and he raised his hand to support his forehead.

But for a moment, I have to move forward again.

He may not know what his complexion has become, but Xiao Yihe brought him up since he was a child, and he regarded himself as a brother like a father, but he could tell it at a glance, so he raised his foot and stomped on his clothes that were winding on the ground, blocking him. His strong stride.

Glancing to the side, he said arrogantly and unreasonably, "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, followed his line of sight, and saw that it was a plainly decorated tea room named "Qingmingxuan". Although the name plaque was inconspicuous, the windows were bright and clean, and the errand boys were all in high spirits.

A word popped out of Nan Rongke's mind suddenly - be proud of being favored!

The two people following him watched his bold movements and didn't move, and they didn't dare to move. What if Sect Master Xue thinks that this lazy thing is not suitable for walking on the street, but more suitable for sleeping in a mass grave?

Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao looked at each other in dismay, holding their breath as they watched Sect Master Xue's face.

Xue Xuan was silent for a while, but he didn't object. After a while, his figure walked into the teahouse.

"..."

Xiao Yihe breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his voice: "Madam Boss! Find a quiet place!"

The proprietress, who had been staring at him at the door, was so flattered that she hurriedly ushered the four of them into the elegant room. This Qingming Pavilion had a small appearance, but there was something special about stepping into it.

Although the proprietress is over half a hundred years old, her hair is not yet white, and she is still full of charm. She must have been a beautiful woman when she was young, and she secretly looked at Xue Xuanwei more than a dozen times during the walk.

In the quiet room, there is a couch with four or five rouge-colored fine velvet balls. On the table, a small copper stove with golden beasts is burning incense, the south embroidered screen is elegant and exquisite, and there is a bookcase on the west wall. There are a few arty books that are neither new nor old.

It was in the afternoon, and the place was remote, and there were not many visitors, so the small courtyard of the tea house was quiet and quiet.

The scenery in the quiet room is very good. There are several green bamboos outside the window of Xiaoxuan, and the sunlight is shining obliquely into the case, which is quite elegant.

Not long after, the boys quickly served them a pot of the famous "Lost Immortal Morning Dew".

"I see that this distinguished guest has a kind face. Has he ever been to our Fengning before?" The proprietress called herself Zhenniang, and while pouring tea with them, she looked at Xue Xuanwei. , exited the quiet room embarrassingly.

Xiao Yihe held the tea list, called the boy, pointed at something, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao were different generations and identities from Sect Master Xue, so they did not dare to taste tea with him, so they gathered around a small table at the foot of the bookcase, admiring the dew of the immortal.

I couldn't wait to open the lid of the cup, and waited for the tea leaves to stop floating and sinking. I saw the tea soup turning from emerald green to crimson, impressively like a circling red dragon, and I clapped my hands in amazement.

And a certain person who was complaining about sore legs and aching feet just sat down for a while, and wandered around in and out of the house, and now he was sitting leisurely on the edge of the corridor in the courtyard, with his hands propped on the corridor railing, Resting his chin on his hand, he chatted with the proprietress with a smile on his face.

The small door of the quiet room was not closed tightly, and Xue Xuanwei could see his silhouette through the half-open door. When he was talking to people, his eyes would bend a little unconsciously, and his expression was always looking at the other person intently and sincerely.

He and the proprietress didn't know what they were talking about, and their eyes would glance back from time to time, and they almost collided with Xue Xuanwei's eyes several times.

That blue pupil condensed by spells seems to be filled with a clear pool of water, full of spring.

Xue Xuanwei didn't want to be entangled with his eyes, so he lowered his eyes and looked at a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand.

In the early days, Jianzong always admired quiet and hard work, so naturally he would not be the one who heard about it, and Nan Rongke, like his father, loved strong wine more than tea.One can imagine who likes this cup of sweet and soft sweet-scented osmanthus slices.

scented tea……

Xue Xuanwei can't say that he hates it, but he definitely can't say that he likes it.

In the past, on Jianshen Mountain, the cost of making tea, thanks to his senior brother, was the most fragrant slices—that's why when it comes to the season of picking new tea, the children from the upper and lower roads are busy picking flowers and steaming tea. An indelible sweet smell lingers in the Xuanmen and Xuanfu of Xianmen.

Even in order to steam the fragrant slices, a sea of ​​flowers in four seasons is cultivated in the back mountain, especially in midsummer, when a hundred flowers bloom in full bloom.

Even Shizun, who has always regarded himself as quiet, has gradually become accustomed to the smell of the incense slices, but Xue Xuanwei always sips and leaves, frowning and resisting.

It's a pity that the best sea of ​​flowers in the world was burned by Xue Xuanwei himself a few years later.

Since then, he has never tasted an incense stick again, and he can't even distinguish his own thoughts, whether he is unwilling to taste it or dare not taste it again.He slightly loosened the nails that had been pinching the pulp of his index finger, and wanted to pick up the teacup, but before he could touch it, his arm trembled visibly to the naked eye.

Chaowen Daozheng was talking about tea with Nan Rongke when he suddenly heard a "Dangling!"

The two raised their heads immediately.

The teacup was knocked over by Xue Xuanwei's heavy sleeve, and the hot tea overflowed and poured down the sleeve.

Sect Master Xue frowned, the veins on the back of the hand pinched to the corner of the table were stretched, and the inches were clearly visible. The lines of water splashed on the case were vibrating, obviously because the person holding it was suppressing something.

But he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Sovereign? ——Sovereign!"

Xiao Yihe turned his head, stood up abruptly, with a restrained smile on his face.

Xue Xuanwei half-closed his eyes, tensed all his muscles with all his strength, and his complexion turned pale instantly.

"...Xue Xuanwei!"

There was buzzing in his ears, as if someone was calling him in his consciousness, but he couldn't respond, he just felt unbearable headaches, and the indescribable emptiness in his body was getting heavier and heavier, and some things that should have been gouged out, leaving behind Pieces of blanks that are difficult to fill.

Every time I tried to uncover this blank space, I felt dizzy and my chest was suffocated.

He bent down to the table, trying to find a solid support to relieve his pain, but he didn't expect that someone pushed his shoulders and was led into a thin embrace.

——Obviously I don't want to show my embarrassed side in front of others, especially in front of him.

Xue Xuan sighed slightly, sweating frequently, and his consciousness had gone: "The medicine..."

Xiao Yihe was sticking to his face, hearing him struggling to utter a word, he immediately rummaged up and down on his chest: "Medicine, what kind of medicine? Chao Wendao, what kind of medicine did your suzerain take?"

Chao Wendao thought about it in a panic: "I, I haven't seen it... I know! Is it the pill made by Master, but I don't know where to put it?"

Xiao Yihe flipped his hands inside Xue Xuanwei's chest, and tore his collar to take a look. He was about to pull his belt when someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. This hand was like ice in the twelfth lunar month, making Xiao Yihe shiver for a while. .

Due to the pain, Xue Xuanwei couldn't hold back his strength, and quickly squeezed his wrist out a bruise.

He struggled a few times, but his fingers clenched a little more reluctantly, and a weak trembling voice came from his ear: "Brother...I...obedient..."

Xiao Yihe suddenly stopped, and gradually loosened his strength, letting him hold on.It was too narrow to sit down, so I had no choice but to raise my head and ask Zhenniang: "Is there any spare room for us to rest for a while?"

Zhenniang hurriedly ordered the boys to clean up a big room next to it.

Xiao Yihe: "What are you still doing in a daze, carry your suzerain in!"

Only then did Chao Wendao and Nan Rongke start to move in a hurry, one head and one foot, carried Xue Xuanwei into the room and laid it flat on the bed.After several people came back to their senses, Xiao Yihe had already driven them out of the door, and stood in front of the door in a daze.

Xiao Yihe ignored the hasty knocking on the door to inquire, he knelt down on the couch, turned Xue Xuanwei's Taoist robe upside down, he turned over all the places where things could be hidden, but he didn't find a pill like medicine s things.

Seeing Xue Xuanwei's pale face, trembling back, and moaning incoherently from between his teeth, he was helpless.

Seeing him getting sick frequently these days, it really seems like a sequela of madness.

It shouldn't be like this, Xiao Yihe couldn't figure it out.

With Xue Xuanwei's disposition, even if the whole world is insane, it is impossible for him to deviate from the Dao heart. This is how he sticks to the Dao step by step, even if the Dao blocks, the Dao leader.

Just like Master once commented on his talent——

Born with Dao heart, the future is boundless.

How could Xue Xuanwei be insane?

Xiao Yihe brushed his sweat-drenched hair behind his ears, and saw that his cold and unapproachable face showed a fragility that was hard to see in the past.

Even though he is a master of thousands of skills, he doesn't know what kind of symptoms this is and how to alleviate it.The first time he saw him sick on Fuyun Peak, he couldn't see through it, and now he is still helpless, he can only burn his essence in exchange for a steady stream of spiritual power to warm his hands for him to grasp.

Xue Xuan was lying on his side, his cheeks were cold, and he unconsciously approached his palm. When the tip of his nose touched his palm, his trembling eyebrows slightly eased.

Xiao Yihe grasped this change, and realized for a moment, but he still didn't understand the reason, but the current situation did not allow him to organize his thoughts.He stepped onto the couch, wanting to get closer to him to relieve his pain.

Unexpectedly, Xue Xuanwei grabbed him and stuffed him into his arms involuntarily, and leaned against him in an instant, wrapping his slender arms and legs around him.

Xiao Yihe: "..."

Although he didn't understand the cause of Xue Xuanwei's illness, at least he could feel that after Xue Xuanwei got close to him, the pain eased a lot, the irregular breathing gradually became regular, and the blood on his face gradually recovered.

It's just a little bad.

This fellow has great strength!

She was clearly unconscious, but she hugged him tightly, as if trying to strangle him into her own body.

Xiao Yihe couldn't breathe, he thought to himself, you son of a bitch, you will live later, don't open your eyes and find that I was strangled to death by you!He pushed down the arm wrapped around his chest, but the arm strangled his stomach, almost choking him up after drinking a full stomach of tea.

He was like a long worm, wriggling vigorously in the quilt.

A weak, deep male voice came from the back of the neck: "...don't move."

Xiao Yihe looked back in fright, saw that he was just talking instinctively and hadn't woken up, so he was relieved, and continued to wriggle to find a fairly comfortable position, then spread his limbs like this, and let him go.

The hot breath on the back of the neck made him itchy, and the body temperature of the two of them made the quilt feel like a greenhouse, Xiao Yihe was sweating all over, and he didn't bother to care about it.He also thought of Xue Xuanwei's inadvertent moan when he was in the tea room just now.

He called: brother...

Xiao Yihe smiled wryly, then shook his head again, looking at the bed curtain, listening to Xue Xuanwei's orderly panting, and bursts of sleep talking, fell into memory.

——Jian Shenshan has instructions, not to lie or do evil, not to kill innocent people, not to interfere with the mortal world.

However, with these three points, Xiao Yihe was completely defeated by the person behind him.

……

The first time he saw the still young Xue Xuanwei was in a small courtyard in Lanju City.