How to cough up blood

"woo woo woo woo!!!"

Ah Ruan's whole group was wrinkled from crying.

Fuzhi put on her clothes and went to the window, stretched out her hand and pushed.

The snow foam blows away the body temperature with the cold wind, and the bedroom is instantly filled with air-conditioning.

He lowered his eyes and looked in the direction of the back mountain, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, I was in the mood to talk to Ah Ruan, and said lazily, "Why are you crying?"

Ah Ruan twitched: "Master... woo woo woo... So abusive... Too miserable..."

It suffocated and suffocated, and still cried out with a loud cry: "The Immortal Venerable saved Xiaoxi from a ghost, and the two of them got along for ten years, and he only expressed his love to Xiaoxi before he died!"

"That altar of peach blossom wine... in the end, I still didn't drink it..."

Fuzhi stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes fell on his palm, feeling cool, "It's just a dream."

Ten years of dreams, but one night.

"The Immortal Venerable is just an Immortal Venerable, and Xiaoxi is just Xiaoxi."

It's not the world-renowned Fuzhi Sword Master, nor is it Yin Lingxi, the young emperor of the Demon Race, but just another possible life of two strangers who are familiar with each other.

Ah Ruan wiped away tears: "Then...why did you destroy the Dream Mirror at the last moment and seal the memory of Yin Lingxi in the dream?" It doesn't quite understand, it only keeps the memory to grow and recover the fragments Progress.

Fuzhi narrowed his eyes: "Now is not the time for him to remember."

He slowly analyzed his dumplings.

"The lust in the dream, after I erased his experience, is equivalent to not awakening, and the maliciousness is far less than today's 300 years later, so it is so easy to be moved."

"But... what I really want to attack is not the little white flower in the dream, but Yin Lingxi, who has fully awakened her malice."

One is a harmless puppy, and the other is a vicious wolf.

Fu Zhi: "The pure and clean love in the dream, of course, must be placed at the right time and reminded of him, so as to maximize the overall effect."

Ah Ruan looked at his side face, hesitated and said: "Master... Are you really not tempted by Yin Lingxi?"

"Ah Ruan," Fuzhi looked up at it, and smiled slightly, "He is me, and I will always love my soul."

Gentle like the most eternal oath.

Ah Ruan was dumbfounded.

It remembered how its master slaughtered in the endless abyss.

At that time, Fuzhi had just killed a group of gods who surrounded him, with blood on his eyebrows, standing in the sea of ​​corpses, he smiled very gently.

It had just been born at that time, didn't know anything, just lay on Fuzhi's shoulder, watched him wipe the sword clean, and walked into the shadow where the road could not be seen clearly as if strolling in the garden.

It asked the master, are you so happy?

The master poked its face with a bloody finger, and replied, happy.

It asked the master again, do you have a lover?

The master replied, yes.

It asked curiously, who?

Myself.

The master smiled and said, I will dedicate the best to myself.

……

Ah Ruan thought for a while, "Master, how are you going to take back your lust?"

"Give him whatever he wants."

Fuzhi smiled slightly, with a lazy and doting voice.

Ah Ruan fell silent, it felt that lust could not bear the master's love.

Now that the dream mirror is broken, it is obviously impossible to dream again to ripen the Love Gu, that lust will definitely use other means, Master...

The wind outside the window stopped, and the snow foam got bigger, falling on Fuzhi's cold fingertips, it didn't melt away for a long time.

Fuzhi closed her eyes, if she wants to deceive others, she must first deceive herself.

When he opened it again, he was completely immersed in his role——

Jian Zun stood by the window, looking out at the snowy sky.

He seems to have had a dream.

After waking up from the dream, my heart was empty.

There was a person in the dream who called him Immortal Venerable, but he couldn't remember what that person looked like.

His light-colored pupils flicked the snow outside the window.

This scene seems to have happened in the dream, but...

It is not the cold snow that dances, but the peach petals entwined with the fragrance of wine.

-

After the same dream mirror was broken, Yin Lingxi did not come to the main hall of Cangwu Peak for three consecutive days, and Fuzhi never stepped out of the main hall.

until the fourth day.

dong dong dong-

The warning bell rang suddenly!

All the disciples of Tianyanzong looked up at the sky.

A domineering demonic energy suddenly descended on Tian Yanzong, and the golden insolent battle post was posted on the main peak majestically, and a flirtatious and frivolous voice came from the battle post——

"Since the last battle, my emperor has been thinking about the edge of Sword Master Fuzhi's Dust Breaking Sword. I have specially invited Sword Master Fuzhi to fight at Donghe Mountain tomorrow. I also hope that Lord Sword Master will reward you."

Within a moment, the entire Tianyan Sect knew that the young emperor of the Demon Race had issued a war invitation to their Fuzhi Sword Master of Cangwu Peak.

The head of the sect, Zhuang Cheng, had a sullen face, and Yu Jian accepted the invitation, and immediately summoned the masters of all peaks.

When Fuzhi received the news, he raised his eyebrows slightly and rushed towards the main hall without delay.

……

In the main hall of the main peak, the atmosphere was slightly calm.

Fuzhi sat aside with an indifferent expression, as if he wasn't the one who received the invitation to fight.

Zhuang Cheng: "I didn't inform the elders of the law enforcement hall. There are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just speak up."

"No, I don't agree!" Wen Chuliu frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes were condensed, "East Heshan is only a short distance away from the demons. How can I know if it is the trap of the young emperor of the demons?"

She turned to Zhuang and said: "Brother Sect Leader, this battle invitation must never be accepted!"

Hai Shengping frowned, and laid out eight fortune tellers on the table to calculate the chances of winning the battle.

He casually asked, "Does the little uncle know about this?"

Zhuang Cheng murmured: "It hasn't been notified yet, there is a restriction on Qingzhu Mountain, my junior uncle should not know about it." If he knew, he might go to the demon clan's lair at this time.

He glanced at Fuzhi who was still sitting quietly.

Junior Martial Uncle Gu Mianliang knew a thing or two about Fuzhi Junior Brother's thoughts, but the Junior Martial Uncle kept silent all the time and never made it clear.

Zhuang Cheng sighed lowly: "Little brother, what do you think?"

Fuzhi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he nodded: "I will listen to the arrangement of my brother."

The purpose of the Mozu Young Emperor's post is not clear, but this action is no different from provocation. If Tian Yanzong refuses, it will inevitably make people say that he is a timid person behind his back.But if you agree, it's hard to say what the demons are paying attention to.

While thinking about it, Hai Shengping's hexagrams on the table began to appear strange, and he saw that the eight operators trembled violently, and then, the two sunspots in the middle exploded, and the remaining six were imprisoned around. The dry river, the phoenix weeps and the blood is cold.

It's clearly the face of absolute murder!

Hai Shengping's face changed drastically, he took a deep breath, and said decisively: "This battle invitation must not be accepted!"

"I have been spying on the secrets of heaven for so many years, and I have never seen such a vicious hexagram," Hai Shengping said coldly, "Young emperor of the demon clan really has good intentions!"

The faces of the rest of them were also not good-looking.

Zhuang Cheng immediately told Fu: "Junior brother, you go back to Cangwu Peak, I will handle the battle post."

Fuzhi paused with her fingertips, and after a while, "Okay."

He turned and walked out of the hall.

Zhuang Cheng was about to take the battle post on the table, planning to go to the Law Enforcement Hall to hold a meeting of elders, when the gilded black battle post suddenly erupted with a devilish energy, and a piece of phonic jade slowly emerged from the center of the devilish energy.

What came out this time was not the romantic voice of the Demon Race Young Emperor, but the voice of a weak and hoarse boy——

"Master...save me..."

Fuzhi stopped walking.

The three of Zhuang Cheng obviously recognized the voice of Fu Zhishou's apprentice, and they were immediately startled. This young emperor of the demon clan unexpectedly captured Yin Lingxi from Tianyanzong without anyone noticing it? !

"Master...it hurts...don't come, master...don't come..."

The young man was in pain and despair, and his intermittent voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the Young Emperor of the Demon Race spoke in an unhurried voice: "Ah... In order to prevent my expectations from failing, I invite the apprentice of Master Jianzun to sit here for a while. Don't worry, as long as you come here, he will be fine." of……"

This is the end of Liuyin, and the Lingyu of Liuyin turned into quicksand and slowly dispersed.

The figure of Sword Master still did not move at all, standing quietly at the gate of the palace.

However, Zhuang Cheng was keenly aware that the temperature in the hall dropped extremely fast, and soon, with Fuzhi as the center, fine and dense frost spread rapidly, clinging to every corner of the hall in the blink of an eye.

Sword Master closed his eyes, and with his powerful distraction stage consciousness, he searched Cangwu Peak carefully——

No.

There is no breath of his apprentice.

It was getting colder in the hall.

"..."

Hai Shengping shook the frost on the corner of his clothes, and said softly: "... Junior brother?"

Sword Master turned around, and the battle post on the table flew out, he clamped it between his fingers, and his gaze on the battle post was as cold as a blade of cold.

a long time.

"This battle post, I should."

Zhuang Cheng frowned: "Master—junior brother!"

He hurriedly took a step forward, but he still couldn't stop Fuzhi's leaving figure. Looking at the direction, his junior brother was actually heading towards the direction of Donghe Mountain!

Not long after, Cangwu Peak flashed an extremely cold sword light, Duanchen Sword responded to the master's call, and also quickly moved towards Donghe Mountain!

Zhuang Cheng and the others hurriedly chased to the entrance of the main hall, and Fuzhi had completely disappeared.

Wen Chu sighed with a headache, "Why does my junior brother seem to be a different person when he meets his disciple..."

Hai Shengping's face darkened: "Senior brother, go and inform the junior uncle. Senior sister and I will go there first. This matter is definitely not easy!"

Zhuang Cheng: "Both of you, hurry up and leave this place to me."

-

This world is very vast, and Tianyanzong is extremely far away from Donghe Mountain, even if it doesn't stop for a moment, it will take half a day for Yujian to go there.

While rushing towards East Heshan, Fuzhi asked Ah Ruan, "How much is Yin Lingxi recovering now?"

Ah Ruan: "40.00% six."

"Master..." Ah Ruan Tuanzi wrinkled his face, "What does lust want? Didn't he kidnap himself? Just to let you go and fight him?"

The corners of Fu Zhi's lips curved slightly: "If my guess is right, after this battle, the Emotion Gu in my body will be fully ripened."

Ripe Huanqing Gu can only be implemented by the main body, so Yin Lingxi always appears in his original appearance in the dream.

Now that the Tongmeng Mirror is destroyed, if Yin Lingxi wants to ripen it, he can only lead Fuzhi out of the Tianyan Sect, so that he can have a chance to ripen it.

……

East Crane Mountain.

It was getting dark.

Soon the time passed.

Evening mist hangs over the summit of Donghe Mountain.

The desolate wind blows over the cliff rocks, and the undulating mountains look like wandering dragons and snakes.

After a while, a silver streamer descended suddenly, and the ice-cold sword energy pressed heavily between the heaven and the earth.Fu Zhi retracted his sword, his eyes fell on the edge of the cliff.

He said slowly, "Where is the person?"

The body of Duanchenjian's sword was covered with a thin layer of frost, and every word was soaked with killing intent, and the cold penetrated into human bones.

There was a figure on the edge of the cliff, the black robe was embroidered with gold patterns, and it swayed gently as the owner turned around, like gold in the dark night.

Behind Yin Lingxi is a bottomless cliff, and a cool breeze hits the darkness at the bottom of the cliff.

"That's the attitude of asking for help... Master Jianzun, don't you want to take your good apprentice back?"

Dark tides surged in his eyes, his voice was ambiguous, and his eyes fell on Fuzhisha's tight neckline.

"It's very simple, just like in the dream before, Master Jianzun will accompany me for a few more nights, and I promise that your apprentice will be unscathed."

The ferocious beast that had been silent in the black abyss finally showed its sharp teeth.