How to cough up blood

After all, Cangwu Peak was too cold for Fuzhi to cultivate, so he moved out of the main hall and returned to the back mountain where he used to live.

The bamboo house in the back mountain was cleaned up very clean.

Ah Ruan popped out, turned into little hands, and rubbed them excitedly: "Master, the recovery speed is almost here! There are still [-]% left!"

Fuzhi nodded lazily: "The last ten percent is the most difficult."

In his hand, he held a bottle of elixir given by Dao Shenzi, called Duanqing Pill, which must be used by those who are halfway into the path of ruthlessness.

After taking this pill for 49 days, all emotions will gradually become indifferent, and finally step into this path formally, and all emotions will be cut off at the same time.

The Ruthless Dao is extremely harsh, especially for those who enter the Dao halfway.

The erysipelas of Duanqing Dan will cause different degrees of harm to the body of the user, and the specific situation depends on the individual's physique.

Fuzhi opened the pill bottle and sniffed it lightly, poured out one out of curiosity and put it in his mouth, the faint salty taste melted in his mouth, he frowned slightly, and soon, an unspeakable feeling of vomiting surged up in his abdomen .

Tuk Tuk Tuk

"...Master, I'm here to deliver breakfast."

It was the voice of Yin Lingxi.

Fu Zhi suppressed the nausea: "Go in."

Yin Lingxi quickly pushed the door open and came in, his face was abnormally pale, and there was a vague smell of blood lingering on his body.On the wooden tray in his hand was a bowl of steaming porridge.

Originally, no one agreed for him to stay by Fuzhi's side, but he used his hard work as a bargaining chip to earn such an opportunity.

As for Fuzhi, Yin Lingxi's bone-suppressing aura can help his body recover to a certain extent, and he didn't mention the heartache.

Yin Lingxi: "Master...Jianzun, this is breakfast, serve it while it's hot."

His eyes kept on Fuzhi, focused and greedy.

Fuzhi slowly scooped up the bowl of porridge with a wooden spoon, "You shouldn't have stayed, after changing lanes successfully, I will kill you."

Yin Lingxi didn't answer this sentence, but instead smiled, "I'll stay here, it will help you change lanes," he reminded, "It's better to drink porridge while it's hot."

Fuzhi scooped up a spoonful, and just brought it to his lips, a very faint smell of blood rushed straight to the tip of his nose, and he couldn't suppress the nausea in his abdomen, his expression changed, and he staggered to stand up on the table.

The erysipelas of Duanqing Pill had such a great impact on his body.

Yin Lingxi's face changed, and he hurried to help him, the smell of blood became stronger.Fuzhi frowned deeply, waved his hand away, but accidentally touched the bowl on the table

Whoa!

Half of the freshly cooked porridge was spilled on the floor, and half was scalded on the back of Yin Lingxi's hand.

The hot white air slowly dispersed in the air, and the back of his hand hurt like fire, Yin Lingxi froze in place.

Just now... the master's avoidance of his eyes must be due to disgust.

Master felt so disgusted by his approaching.

Fuzhi took another step back.

As soon as the distance was widened, he felt the bloody smell lessened. When the nausea subsided, he closed his eyes, showing a kind of indifferent tiredness.

Yin Lingxi was stunned for a long time, before he bent down a little bit, picked up the broken bowls from the ground, and put them on the tray.

No medicine was used for the wound on his heart, and it burst again at this moment, blood seeped out, but it was not obvious on the black clothes.

Yin Lingxi whispered: "I'll cook another bowl."

He didn't dare to see the expression on Fuzhi's face, so he turned and went to the small kitchen on the other side of the wooden house.

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, and then he unbuttoned his clothes in silence. The bandage was wrapped around his heart to his shoulders, and the blood had completely penetrated.

After the bandage was removed, he took out the dagger that Gu Mianliang gave him, and stabbed half an inch down the heart vein again.

The dark red sticky heart blood dripped into the jade bowl drop by drop.

It took a long time to barely fill a bowl.

……

The toxicity of Duanqing Pill is obvious, but the effect of Wangqing is even worse.

The pills in the jade bottle decreased one by one, and the indifference on Fu Zhi's body became clearer.

He made things difficult for Yin Lingxi every day, and after a long time, this person endured it silently, which made him feel quite boring, so he came up with the idea of ​​ending this fragment as soon as possible.

As soon as the Huanqing Gu was taken out, he could no longer feel that kind of strong emotion and heartbeat, Fuzhi was slightly regretful.

Gu Mianliang hasn't shown up for a long time. Fuzhi has always liked his appearance the most. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I miss him a little. Out of curiosity, he asked Ah Ruan: "Is there no movement in Qingzhu Mountain?"

This little uncle of his has always cared about him, but now he doesn't even take a look at him.

Ah Ruan probed around and came back: "He has a demon, and he suppressed it in Qingzhu Mountain." It added, "It is a demon born of the master."

Fuzhi's eyes flashed with interest, "Go and see."

He left as soon as he said, Yin Lingxi had been guarding the door the whole time, seeing him leave, followed him without saying a word, silently behind Fuzhi.

The aura on his body was very unstable, his complexion was pale, and he just followed him not far away, like a wandering spirit, without saying a word.

During this period of time, he was not idle at all, he bought new peach trees, raised them with spirit stones, planted them one by one, and soon a scarlet peach forest bloomed in the back mountain.

He tried different ways to make meals to cover up the fishy smell, just to make Fuzhi eat more, and even feel happy because of it.Ah Ruan looked at her and shook her head.

Close to Qingzhu Mountain.

Fu Zhi glanced sideways: "There's no need to follow."

After all, he went straight up.

Yin Lingxi's footsteps stopped abruptly, because he didn't speak much, his voice was a little hoarse: "...I'll wait for you here."

It wasn't until Fuzhi's figure completely disappeared before his eyes that he covered his face dejectedly.

...he had no idea what else he could do.

Day by day, he was digging his heart and blood, feeling Fuzhi's more and more indifferent expression day by day.Every time I was stabbed, the blood was dripping, and the next time I would still meet it.

He just wanted the man alive.

Don't turn into a cold corpse like the only mother who gave him warmth.

It is also good to cultivate the path of ruthlessness.

This person should be like this, not for anyone, not for anyone, high above, spotless.

It was him who forcibly dragged this person down into the eerie hell.

……

The place where Gu Mianliang lives is similar to the layout of Fuzhi Houshan.

The restrictions here have never been fortified against him. Fuzhi pushed open the door and entered, and a gust of wind hit him.

Someone hugged him tightly.

Fuzhi was slightly stunned, smelling the fragrance of cold bamboo on the tip of his nose, "Little Master?"

Gu Mianliang's body is abnormally hot, his eyes are slightly confused, and his arms are getting tighter and tighter, as if he is afraid that the person he hugged with great difficulty will be lost if he doesn't pay attention.

Fuzhi had already used most of the Duanqing Pill, so he didn't have any emotions in being hugged like this. He didn't have spiritual power, so naturally he couldn't break free, so he didn't move for the time being.

Until Gu Mianliang kissed him gently on the side of his neck, leaving red marks one after another, and when he wanted to go further, Fuzhi spoke in a cold voice.

"Little Martial Uncle, I'm Ah Fu."

Gu Mian paused, and the chaos in his eyes quickly faded away. After he saw what kind of mood he was in, his pupils shrank, and he took a few steps back suddenly. His white hair was slightly messed up, his lips were red, and his usual elegant appearance was less, very tempting.

Fuzhi's gaze fell on his face, and a smile flickered across his lips.

Beauty is good-looking no matter what.

Gu Mianliang was short of breath, he clenched his fingers and loosened them, "Ah Fu, I'm sorry, I..."

Fuzhi shook his head, his eyes were almost emotionless: "Uncle Shi, you have a demon in your heart," as if he didn't care about what happened just now.

Gu Mianliang looked at his cold side face for a long time, then pulled a wry smile, "It's okay."

He pursed his lips, forcing himself to forget the delicacy between his lips and teeth just now, the inexplicable turbulent dark impulse seemed to be engraved in his soul, and the expression on his face was as usual: "Is there something wrong with Ah Fu?"

A thought flashed in Fuzhi's heart, and he looked outside at the early morning sky, "I want to play chess with my uncle."

Gu Mian smiled coldly, "Okay."

He walked out the door with a quicker pace, but he didn't dare to stop his gaze on Fuzhi for a second longer.

Fuzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: [I didn't know that my little uncle was so innocent. 】

Ah Ruan muttered: [When he gave you the medicine before, he couldn't tell at all. 】

The chess table was still in the bamboo forest, Gu Mianliang quickly cleaned it up.

The two of them went down until the sun was setting. For some unknown reason, Gu Mianliang wanted to offer some medicine to the mark on Fuzhi's neck several times, but she never said anything.

It wasn't until Fuzhi left that he worked in the bamboo forest for a long time before he touched his lips in a daze.

The sunshine like broken gold hit him, and the handsome man with white hair and blue shirt slowly had a soft look in his eyes.

Walking in the bamboo forest, Fuzhi raised his fingers to cover the sunlight that leaked through the gaps between Xiaoxiao's bamboo leaves, and reminded Ah Ruan: "Take back the divine power in Tongmeng Mirror, that thing has been repaired for so long, it should be repaired. "

Ah Ruan obediently responded yes, it was keenly aware that Fu Zhi's mood was not right, "Master, are you in a bad mood?"

Fuzhi hummed, and squinted his eyes: "The Duanqing Pill has too much influence on the body, I don't like Wuqing Dao."

He didn't like this feeling of nothingness and stagnant water very much, and even hated it.

It was only after he climbed from the abyss of madness and killing to the calm world of three thousand gods that he became a lunatic with a split soul.

The current state made him feel like he couldn't control himself.

He's naturally addicted to stimulation, and will turn crazy if left too long.

Once he really fell into that state, he wasn't sure what he would do.

Fuzhi bit the tip of his tongue until he tasted the smell of blood, then he seemed to relieve some suffocation, and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Yin Lingxi was still standing where he was, when he saw Fuzhi coming back, his eyes lit up slightly, and he hurried forward to meet him.

"It's late, you should have dinner..."

Suddenly, his voice paused, his eyes fixed on the side of Fu Zhi's neck, his heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand suddenly.

He didn't care about anything else, his eyes were terribly red, he took a step forward and grabbed Fuzhi's hand, "Who made it..."

Fuzhi's complexion is extremely marked, although the sporadic hickey marks have faded now, it is not difficult to see that they were left just today, but today he has only been to one place...

Yin Lingxi refused to think about it, and still thought in his heart that maybe it was caused by mosquitoes in the forest, but in the next second, Fuzhi withdrew his hand coldly.

"Uncle Master almost lost his temper, so I helped him."

Yin Lingxi only felt that the blood all over his body rushed to his brain.

Help him?How to help?How did you help?

He wanted to ask questions, but his throat was tight, and he couldn't say a word, and the circles of his eyes were a little red.

After a long time, he turned around abruptly, surrounded by devilish energy, and just as he turned around, he took a step towards the Green Bamboo Mountain

"I'm hungry."

Yin Lingxi froze, unable to take another step. After a long while, he swallowed a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Fuzhi walked back and said softly, "You will send me here tomorrow."

Come tomorrow.

His fingertips were deeply embedded in the flesh, Yin Lingxi's tense body seemed to have been whipped hard suddenly, and he bent down dejectedly. He let out a miserable smile and said

"it is good."