Fairy gift

It means that he will give up, and he will paddle with less than two meters left.However, due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy and the inflammation of the wound, his eyes turned black, and his consciousness began to gradually slacken.

The figure surrounded by despair and sadness swayed back and forth in front of his eyes.

He couldn't bear it any longer.

While Fang Chen was rescued by other people, Jiang Dushen was also submerged in thick mud.

"Jiang Dushen!" Fang Chen stared at the place where he disappeared, and kept shouting, hoping to get some response.

But there was no other sound here except the wind and his call.

Fang Chen's heart was soft and astringent, and the pain in the wound on his arm was less than one percent of the pain in his heart.He was so regretful that his intestines were green, he wished he could slap himself twice, why he refused to listen to his persuasion, causing him to sacrifice his own life in vain to save himself.

"Jiang Dushen, didn't you say that the road to cultivating immortality is too long. In order not to get bored, we have to divide every day into three dynasties? After the morning, we look forward to noon, and after noon, we look forward to evening, and the night will pass It's another dawn."

Fang Chen stared blankly at the dark night sky.

"The night hasn't passed...the dawn hasn't come yet...how can you leave first?"

He stared blankly at the quagmire, his dark bottomless eyes lost their former brilliance.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight noise from the mud in front of him, a bamboo slip protruded out of the mud, and an arm that was also covered in black mud was clinging to it.I saw the arm holding the bamboo slips and stabbing the one inch of ground in front of his toes. The bamboo slips were deeply inserted into the soil, the arms were bent hard, and a head came out of the mud and leaned on the shore.

Everyone was shocked.

Only Fang Chen was crying and laughing at the same time, stumbling down and holding that hand.

Jiang Dushen smiled weakly, and said to him: "I haven't forgotten that someone said that he would also give me his three dynasties. I won't die before I get it."

"...Fortunately, I haven't given it to you before..." Fang Chen couldn't help sobbing.

"Why are you crying again?" Jiang Dushen felt his head hurt again. "You know that I hate you crying the most, but you have to..."

"I'm not crying, I'm happy."

"Glad I made it like this?"

"..." After finally coming back alive, do I have to quarrel with him?

Jiang Dushen raised his hand and left a muddy paw print on his fairly fair face, "When I catch my breath, let's go back to the fairy gate to see the master."

"Ah."

90. Strangers

◎At that time, I didn’t understand his thoughts, no one will change if we fight or not.◎

Fang Chen said that people don't despair if they don't try, but only after trying many times.

Liu Chao didn't even give him a chance to correct himself, so it would be too unfair to leave without a sound. Since Liu Chao has already made the decision on his behalf, then don't leave anything behind, let alone stay Give him the chance to discover the truth.

This kind of pain is like their strangers back then.

"Master, Dushen and I were lucky enough to take our lives and bring back the secret technique of gathering together."

Fangchen put all the scrolls on the table in front of Fengwu Immortal Venerable, slowly spread out the bamboo slips one by one, and then sealed them with a black pen, and sent them back to Yanjin Pavilion to seal them in dust after Fengwu had a look.

Fengwu Xianzun nodded calmly.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly frowned and raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughing violently.

Seeing this, Fang Chen hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back to comfort him, and was busy pouring water, but couldn't manage both ends, accidentally spilled the tea outside, and wet his clothes.

"I'll pour the water." Jiang Dushen took the teapot from him, replaced it with a cup and poured the water for Immortal Fengwu.

Feng Wu drank two sips of tea to suppress the smell of blood in his mouth, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes for a while before feeling much better.He put the quilt back on the table, but didn't notice Fang Chen's surprised expression when they saw the cup.

Fangchen closed his lips several times before he found his own voice. He squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Blood...the cup, there is blood on the cup."

Jiang Dushen, who was standing quietly by the side, was also stunned. He immediately turned his head to look at Feng Wu's palm. The bright red stained on the snow-white skin hurt his eyes deeply.Unexpectedly, Feng Wu was already so ill that he didn't even know he coughed up blood.

"master……"

Jiang Dushen strode over, as if to take Fengwu's pulse.

"Don't take the pulse, I..." Feng Wu shook his head and said.

He has a good idea of ​​his illness. The ascension in his early years became a knot in his heart that he couldn't get rid of. At this point, the field can only be regarded as his retribution.

Fang Chen's eyes were reddened, tears were already rolling in the frame, but she was afraid of affecting Feng Wu's mood, and forcibly resisted letting them fall out.

Feng Wu summoned the disciples outside the door to send the scrolls to the Yan Jinge.

After everyone retreated, he said slowly: "The past few years have been extremely difficult for you outside, and the teacher probably knows what you have encountered." He raised his eyes to look at Fang Chen, and walked up to him He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "When Chen'er said that he wanted to go out to practice, he was really worried as a teacher, because you were so well protected by Shen'er and didn't know many things, and he didn't agree with you to go down the mountain. Later, it was Shen'er who came to ask the teacher to promise to protect you all the way, and the teacher agreed to let you find the secret technique."

Fang Chen sniffed, her chest feeling very tight.He glanced at Jiang Dushen, and thought that there was still such a secret in it. No wonder he said he wanted to follow him, and it turned out that his master agreed.

Fengwu Immortal Venerable moved to Jiang Dushen. In the past, he would pat Jiang Dushen on the shoulder to show his appreciation, but now he raised his hand a little to touch his head. "Shen'er did a good job this time. She really protected Chen'er. I'm very happy as a teacher."

Ever since he brought them into the fairy gate, Feng Wu has been teaching them carefully.Fangchen has a gentle temperament and is very likable, but she has too little experience in the world and is easy to suffer and be fooled.Jiang Dushen is always alone at all times, if there is no Fang Chen, I am afraid that he will really live alone in the world, compared to Fang Chen, the person Feng Wu is most worried about is actually him.

Except for Fang Chen, Jiang Dushen has always resisted contact with others.Fengwu Xianzun had the grace of saving his life and teaching him, and he had no other thoughts in his heart except respect, but now he stretched out his hand to him like a loving father... Jiang Dushen stood stiffly, Feeling the endless tenderness brought to him by that cool hand.

"Master, you will be fine." He is not good at saying some sensational words, and even this sentence he had to wrap his tongue several times before he stuck his neck out.

"Well, I hope." Feng Wu replied softly.

But later, Feng Wu's condition did not improve at all, on the contrary, it became more and more serious to the point of exhaustion.

Jiang Dushen took care of everything inside and outside the fairy gate, and Fangchen stayed by Fengwu's bed all day and night to make medicine for him.One thunderstorm night, Feng Wu fell asleep listening to the sound of rain outside the window after confessing his funeral, and never woke up again.

They suppressed the pain in their hearts and cheered up to deal with the funeral for Feng Wu.

Everyone knows Fengwu Xianzun's elegant and quiet temperament. Whenever Fang Chen sees Jiang Dushen's calm face with stretched brows, he always thinks that he has seen Fengwu. I have to say that the master and apprentice are very similar, both I don't like to be in close contact with people, and I like to be alone. The only person who can allow me to break into my own territory and disturb me is Fangchen.

They were glad that they were rescued by Feng Wu and accepted as apprentices, just like Feng Wu was lucky to meet them in his lifetime and fulfill this fate of master and apprentice.

There are many people who come to worship, most of them are the respected heads and chief disciples of various sects.

However, very few people sincerely came to condolences, and most of them came to inquire about things.

They just want to know who is the next head of Xianmen.

In the mourning hall, everyone had sad faces, regretting the death of Fengwu Xianzun, and their dark eyes were always wandering back and forth on Fang Chen and Jiang Dushen, wanting to find out.

At first they were still struggling to endure the malicious and intriguing looks.

After all, it was their master's funeral, and they didn't want to disturb Feng Wu's spirit in heaven by making a scene, and they didn't want him to have no peace after he left.

However, some people refused to let them go, deliberately provoked troubles, and openly relied on their senior status to question who was the new head, and some even stood up to preside over the overall situation for Fang Chen and the others in the name of good friendship with Feng Wu.

It's so deceiving!

In the end, Jiang Dushen broke out, and directly called his disciples to see off the guests.The expression of "seeing off guests" was said, and the faces of the people present changed. Some were very angry, some gloated, and some felt that the person who spoke out was too shameless.

In order not to tear their faces, everyone swallowed their anger and walked away.

Fang Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after being quiet all of a sudden.

Jiang Dushen was still angry, Fang Chen tugged at his sleeve, and asked: "There were so many masters just now, if they don't save face and directly attack us, aren't you afraid?"

He thought that Jiang Dushen would still be the same as before, and said "I'm afraid of a fart"!But this time Jiang Dushen didn't say anything, just stared straight at the coffin, as if his thoughts had drifted away and he was no longer here, and his face showed deep exhaustion.

Seeing that he was silent, Fang Chen frowned confusedly as if he didn't understand why he was like this, but she vaguely understood something, so she closed her mouth and knelt quietly on the ground burning paper money.

The wordless silence and the surrounding air also froze slightly.

In the past when they quarreled, Jiang Dushen would choose to remain silent if he couldn't argue.