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When Fuzhi woke up, it was already half a month later.

His face was still very pale, he slowly stood up, and coughed with his lips.

"Are you awake?" Dao Shenzi leisurely opened his eyes, "I've been asleep for so long, Ah Fu."

A flash of surprise flashed in Fuzhi's eyes, and then his expression turned serious, and he forced himself to get out of bed to salute, but was stopped by Dao Shenzi: "You and I, master and apprentice, don't need to see outsiders."

Fuzhi had no choice but to lie down and pursed his lips: "Master, you left the customs because of me?"

Dao Shenzi hummed, "I know everything that happened recently."

Fuzhi remained silent.

Dao Shenzi sighed softly, looking at Xinmai with a pair of wise eyes, "Do you know that you have been given a joyous love gu?"

"..."

Fuzhi looked up in astonishment.

After a long time, he touched his heart veins, "...Huanqing Gu?"

Dao Shenzi nodded: "When I was repairing your body before, I found a sinister fluctuation in your heart, so I probed it casually, just wait and see."

He pressed his two fingers on the inside of Fuzhi's wrist, slowly guiding his spiritual power, not long after, Fuzhi felt a strange squirm in his heart, and a crimson streak moved from his heart to the veins of his wrist very slowly.

Under the cold white skin, this colorful flow pattern is extremely conspicuous.

"This is Huanqing Gu, one of the seven extinct Gu insects."

"In a normal state, the mature Huanqing Gu is black, but this one is in a state of being ripened, so it is a strange red color."

Dao Shenzi looked at the little disciple whose expression was gradually turning cold, paused, and continued without waiting for him to ask: "After being ripened, the Love Gu will make you fall in love with someone deeply, and for this reason Give your life, even your soul."

"Ah Fu, do you want to take it out?"

Dead silence.

a long time.

Fuzhi closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Take it."

Dao Shenzi was not surprised, "But even if you take it, you won't live long. The dust-free path has been broken. If you want to embark on the road of cultivating immortals again, you can change the path and cultivate, and I will help you as a teacher."

Fuzhi was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What should I do instead?"

Dao Shenzi's eyes were deep: "Ruqing Road."

The snow on Cangwu Peak fell silently for another day, under the gray sky, peach blossoms were in full bloom.

Snowflakes fell on Yin Lingxi's eyelashes, which soon turned into mist.

Kneeling here for too long, his legs are already numb.

Suddenly, he heard a creak, the heavy palace door was pushed open, and Yin Lingxi raised his head subconsciously.

Someone was holding an umbrella and wearing a heavy silver-white cloak. His complexion was cold and pale, his lips were reddish, and his black hair was like black ink. Reflected in the snow that filled the sky, he walked towards this side step by step, as if he was in disbelief. Immortal figure stained with dust.

Yin Lingxi breathed out a breath of cold air, moved his numb legs, with surprise and anticipation in his eyes, he pulled out the corner of Fuzhi's clothes with difficulty: "Master, you are awake...I...I have been waiting here for a long time."

Fuzhi's eyes were as indifferent as a pool of cold water, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, and he looked at Yin Lingxi's hand, which was red from the cold, which was on the hem of his clothes, and after a while, he asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Yin Lingxi nodded hurriedly: "Master, it's cold." He habitually showed Fuzhi this weak gesture to win pity and sympathy.

"chilly……"

Fuzhi repeated it slowly, then took a step back.

The corner of the clothes slipped from Yin Lingxi's palm, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but only caught the cold air.

"..."

He panicked inexplicably, feeling empty.

"Master?"

"Yin Lingxi," Fu Zhi said calmly, "You always put on such an appearance to soften my heart."

The anticipation in Yin Lingxi's eyes froze, he looked at Fuzhi's indifferent side face, thinking that he hadn't calmed down yet, so his eyes turned red, "Master, I was wrong, I'm waiting here, just want you to wake up When the time comes, take out the town bone so that you can continue cultivating immortals."

"I want to really start over with you," he pleaded.

Fuzhi's eyes fell on the front, and he didn't know if he was listening.

His cultivation base is completely useless now, just like a mortal, the cold air of Cangwu Peak is a bit cold for him now, the fingers holding the umbrella are turned white from the cold.

Perhaps it was the wind and cold, which made his voice less warm: "I dug out the town bone at the beginning, and never thought of getting it back. This bone has already fused into your body, so I can't get it back."

"Today, I'm not here to tell you this."

Fuzhi lowered his eyes, looked at Yin Lingxi's dazed expression, and uttered a word from his thin lips

"Do you know the Love Gu?"

Yin Lingxi's fingertips trembled, and he raised his head abruptly, finally discovering the subtle difference in Fuzhi today.

He stopped breathing, forced a smile, and held a handful of cold snow in his palm.

"...What is that?" He opened his mouth again and again, and could only utter this sentence with difficulty, without blinking his eyes, staring at Fuzhi closely, as if he wanted to find something from that cold face. The soft mood of yesteryear.

Fu Zhi: "Nothing."

He bent down slightly, and the snow accumulated on the umbrella fell on Yin Ling's western boots, and his black hair brushed against the side of his face with the wind.

The distance between the two of them was so close that Yin Lingxi could even see the intricate embroidery patterns on Fuzhi's cloak and smell the cold fragrance on his body.

Fuzhi took out a small jade bottle and put it in front of Yin Lingxi.

"Your Highness, I probably left something at my place." He straightened his waist and opened the distance again.

An extremely tiny crimson thread flowed in the jade bottle on the snowy ground.

No one knows what this is better than Yin Lingxi, it is the ripened love child Gu planted by him.

He didn't dare to look at the things he was obviously very familiar with at this time, and looked at Fuzhi who was standing still holding an umbrella in panic.

"This Gu worm, return it to you."

"..."

Yin Lingxi didn't know how pale his face was now, so he went to grab Fuzhi's clothes again, but this time he was in vain.

"Listen to my explanation, Master, it's not like this, I actually..."

In fact, he couldn't come up with a charter for what.

He was like a humble child living in a dark and dirty place. One day he suddenly obtained a supreme treasure, but his first reaction was not to cherish it, but to destroy it.

He carved his own marks on this treasure, and hypnotized himself day by day. This treasure belongs to him, and no one can take it away.

But one day, Zhenbao is about to return to his original place, and the child suddenly understands that no matter whether it is a person or a thing, if it is not his, it will never be his.

Everything he experienced 300 years ago made him ruthless, and at the same time made him feel more inferior. Maybe Yin Lingxi himself didn't know how much he longed for a love that belonged to him alone.

Love cannot be easily contaminated. When you are in love, your mouth is full of honey. If one person withdraws indifferently and the other stays in embarrassment, what remains is embarrassment and desolation.

Fuzhi looked at him indifferently.

The moment Huanqing Gu was taken out, he only felt that he was ridiculous.

It was the first time that he loved someone with all his heart, but this love was born from a Gu worm.Everything in the past is actually a phantom in the void, and it will shatter when touched.

Those inexplicable impulses that surged up are now as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

In the past, with Yin Lingxi's current state, he would definitely soften his heart.

But now, there is only peace in his heart, it seems that all emotions have disappeared with the departure of Huanqing Gu.

Master is right, he may be born suitable for the ruthless way.

"Master..."

"I am not your master."

Yin Lingxi stood up slowly, the red blood in his eyes was frightening, he took a step closer, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why can't I call you Master, I have already formed a discipleship at that time..."

The discipleship contract is tied to spiritual knowledge, even if Fuzhi's cultivation level is gone, this contract still exists.

After Fuzhi listened, he nodded slightly, and he recited a law in a low voice, and a silver thread slowly appeared between the two of them, exuding a faint wave of spiritual consciousness.

The silver disciple Qi disappeared little by little under Yin Lingxi's nose.

"Now, you're not."

Although he doesn't have spiritual power, his spiritual consciousness has not been damaged, and it's just a matter of raising his hand to undo the disciple's deed.

Yin Lingxi was silent.

After a while, he said with trembling voice: "It doesn't matter, Lord Sword Master doesn't like it, just ruin it..."

"Ah Fu"

An elegant voice cut off Yin Lingxi's words, and Gu Mianliang walked up to Fuzhi's side in two or three steps, with worry on her slightly condensed brows.

He was the first to take the umbrella from Fuzhi's hand, and touched his cold fingers, "Why did you carry it outside for so long?"

Naturally warming Fuzhi's hand with spiritual power, he glanced at Yin Lingxi who was standing there in a daze from the corner of his eye.

Dao Shenzi had already told him everything about Fu Zhi being infected by the Gu. Gu Mianliang narrowed his eyes slightly to hide his killing intent. If this person was not of some use to Ah Fu at the moment, he would definitely kill him immediately. over him.

Fuzhi didn't refuse, he was used to Gu Mianliang's care since he was a child.

"Little uncle, master said, let me change my way and cultivate ruthlessness."

Gu Mianliang's eyes didn't change at all, she smiled gently, "Okay."

The avenue is ruthless, and the dust and thoughts are cut off. This road is as difficult as it is simple.

He thought, perhaps this should have been Ah Fu's home in the first place.

Among the three of them, Yin Lingxi was like an outsider.

"... Ruthlessly?" He whispered.

Gu Mianliang seemed to know what he was thinking, "The pure bones have already left the body, the ruthless way and the clean way are the closest, and it is Ah Fu's best choice."

"Ah Fu, you go back first, I have something to attend to."

Fuzhi responded, without even looking at Yin Lingxi, just like when he came, took the umbrella from Gu Mianliang's hand, and walked away slowly.

Yin Lingxi subconsciously wanted to follow, but was stopped by Gu Mianliang, "Ah Fu rarely completely hates a person."

"...I'll make him forgive me."

"Relying on what?" Gu Mianliang smiled slightly, "Huanqing Gu?"

Yin Lingxi turned pale, and shook his head: "Master said, he will never leave me, so he won't hate me, he's just angry..."

"I watched Ah Fu grow up," Gu Mianliang slowly tugged on her cuffs, and glanced at him, "I know what he likes and what he hates, and what he hates the most is deception. "

Yin Lingxi's figure swayed slightly, and Fuzhi faintly heard the words that Fuzhi told him.

"do not fool me……"

He lied to him once, and after gaining trust, he lied to him a second time.

Gu Mianliang squinted her eyes: "The reason why I spared your life and kept you in Tianyanzong is because you are still useful to Ah Fu."

"..."

Yin Lingxi slowly raised his head.

"Ah Fu's change of lane requires the spirit of calming the bones to pave the way, and your heart's blood is the most suitable.

Gu Mianliang handed Yin Lingxi a dagger, "You come, or I come."

The only thing that is quiet in the world is the sound of falling snow.

"……I come."

Yin Lingxi looked towards the direction where Fuzhi had just left, and the shallow footprints had already been covered by fresh snow.

He held the blade in his right hand and pressed it against the heart vein, where there was a scar left by the Duanchen Sword.Half an inch below the scar, the dagger penetrated bit by bit.

Tick.

A drop of blood with tears fell on the snow, and a coquettish flower bloomed immediately.

[Ah Ruan: Fragment recovery rate, 90.00%. 】