How to cough up blood

Since ancient times, the path of Dao Changing and rebuilding has been very strict. The magic circle covering the entire Cangwu Hall was opened after Dao Shenzi carefully studied it for a long time to ensure that it was safe.

In the center of the main hall, Fuzhi sat cross-legged quietly, his consciousness has already slipped deeply into the illusion constructed by this array.

Outside the main hall, a light and shadow swept over from the horizon.

Yin Lingxi was protecting something tightly in his arms, and in a panic, he rushed towards the magic circle like crazy, but was bounced away by the magic circle!

"Cough cough..."

He fell to the ground fiercely, coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, his pupils were scarlet, and he had already fallen deeply into the demon barrier.

Yin Lingxi curled up in pain, then quickly got up, his body was covered with icy snow, he still didn't give up, and rushed towards the magic circle again!

Zhuang Cheng and the others who were guarding outside the hall finally came to their senses. Zhuang Cheng's face turned cold, and he stepped forward to stop him, tightly clutching Yin Lingxi's collar, and said in a low voice, "What do you want to do?! Break it again Is it the younger brother’s way?!”

Yin Lingxi lowered her head as if she hadn't heard, her voice trembling and choked up: "He really loves me..."

"He really..."

Gu Mianliang frowned while listening, "Zhuang Cheng, throw him out."

Zhuang Cheng said respectfully: "Yes."

However, before he could really make a move, a ray of light suddenly shot out from the magic circle, hitting Yin Lingxi's body directly, and the radiance was overwhelming.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were blank, his spiritual consciousness was sucked into the magic circle, and his body fell down immediately.

Zhuang Cheng was surprised: "This is?!"

"No problem," Gu Mianliang said with narrowed eyes, "I don't know where there is a resonance, and if he sucks his spiritual consciousness in, he will see the whole process of Ah Fu cutting through the dust."

Zhuang Cheng looked at Yin Lingxi's body lying on the ground, "Then how do we deal with this?"

Gu Mianliang lowered her eyes: "Throw it here."

……

When Yin Lingxi came back to his senses, he found himself standing on the edge of a curved arch bridge.

Under the night, the lights are dim, and there are many tourists.

There are lanterns floating on the sparkling lake.

He belatedly realized that this place should be an illusion of Fuzhijueqing.

This illusion is... Shangyuan Festival?

There was a sudden noise on the bridge, and the children's laughing and noisy voices passed through the crowd, causing waves of reprimands.

Yin Ling looked around, and as expected, he saw two people standing on the bridge. Jianzun was wearing a white hat that reached to his calf, and was hugged tightly by another boy in black.

They walked to the river together, and the boy in black took out a lantern.

It turned out to be this memory.

Yin Lingxi's eyes softened slightly.

Just when he was about to approach, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, only to find that there was a person standing beside him at some point.

White robe, silver pattern embroidered edge, expression cold and indifferent, holding Dust Dust Sword in hand.

Fuzhi.

He was also looking at the 'Sword Master' and the 'Black-clothed Boy' by the Illusory River, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Yin Lingxi became tense in an instant, his voice trembled slightly, and he said to Fuzhi, "Xianzun, I... I am Xiaoxi, but something went wrong and I forgot..."

Fuzhi didn't respond at all, his eyes were still calm and indifferent.

But this is already the best attitude for Yin Lingxi. There was some hope in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to touch the corner of Fuzhi's clothes.

His fingers ran across the corner of the clothes.

"..."

Yin Lingxi looked at his hands blankly, and finally realized that he was in a state of wandering spirit, his body was translucent, and he couldn't touch Fuzhi at all.

Fuzhi seemed to have noticed something, frowned slightly, and looked towards his side, but there was nothing there.

He paused, retracted his gaze, tightened the sword in his hand, and walked slowly towards the river against the crowd. He could see the people in the illusion, but the people in the illusion couldn't see him.

Seeing Fuzhi passing by, Yin Lingxi hurriedly followed beside him, talking nonstop.

……

The black-clothed boy by the river was looking at Jianzun holding the lotus lantern with a smile, and said, "If senior brother wants to make a wish, write the wish on the lantern. My wish has already been written. What do you want to write?"

He took out some small notes, but thought that Master Jian could not see them, so he paused and put them into Master Jian's palm.

Sword Master refused: "One lantern, one wish, if two people, the probability of success will be reduced by half, so your wish is my wish."

The black-clothed boy was slightly taken aback, with complex emotions in his eyes and a tenderness that he couldn't even detect, "You... are you telling the truth?"

Sword Master nodded: "Naturally."

Lights and lake lights, thousands of prayers.

The appearance of the two standing next to each other is like a lingering beautiful picture scroll.

Fuzhi looked at him from a distance, his brows and eyes seemed to be warmer, and Yin Lingxi looked at him with a smile on his face.

But in the next second, Fuzhi raised his foot and continued to walk forward, as if curious about what was written on the prayer paper, walked to the side of the two people in the illusion, and looked down.

Yin Lingxi suddenly remembered what wish he had written at that time, his expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly covered Fuzhi's eyes, but now he was just a wandering consciousness, like air, passing through Fuzhi's body again and again in vain .

Jian Zun unfolded the small note with a gentle expression.

He couldn't see it, so he just rubbed it with his fingertips and stuck it to the lantern.

But Fuzhi could see it clearly, there were only four words on it

Take your bones.

The lanterns gradually drifted away.

The two people in the illusion left together.

Fuzhi stood there for a long time without moving, neither happy nor angry.

Yin Lingxi explained in a panic: "I'm sorry, at that time... I was just..." But no matter how much he explained, Fuzhi couldn't hear it.

He lowered his eyes to look at the sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the Duanchen Sword suddenly came out of its sheath!

"Break."

The sharp and cold sword light with extremely sharp sword energy split the illusion into countless pieces.

In the next second, the screen suddenly changed.

There are thousands of steps in the ceremony of joining together.

The two wore red dresses and went up the steps hand in hand.

Until the identity of the Yin Lingxi Demon Clan was suddenly exposed, Fu Zhi had no choice but to stab him with the sword, and staggered half kneeling on the ground, trembling with pain.

Yin Lingxi looked at it, his eye circles turned red uncontrollably, and his heart throbbed so badly. Looking back now, thinking about it, at that time, Fuzhi had just dug Zhengu to him, and he encountered such a deception. how much it hurts...

He knelt in front of Fuzhi at that time, trying to wipe the blood off his body, and said sorry over and over again in a low voice.

Duanchenjian's aura rose again.

Yin Lingxi heard Fuzhi's cold words

"Break."

The screen turns again.

Nine days in East Heshan.

Yu Mozu once again delivered trust.

Bone extraction by magic circle.

……

Every time he experienced an illusion, the emotion in Fuzhi's eyes became indifferent.

Yin Lingxi's face became paler and paler.

I'm sorry for these three words, he didn't know how many times he said them.

It turns out...he was so unreasonable to Fuzhi before.

Until the last vision.

It was an isolated mountain peak, covered with peach blossoms.

But it was wrapped in thick fog, so it couldn't be seen clearly.

Fuzhi stopped here, as if thinking about whether to go in and take a look.

Yin Lingxi's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the last straw, "Go in and take a look, Immortal, just take a look..."

He begged hoarsely, and his posture was low into the dust.

Just look at it.

Go in and take a look, even if he still chooses to cut off this fate, he wants Fuzhi to remember that he once gave him such a pure love.

Fuzhi looked at this mountain for a long time, but the Duanqing Pill had already erased his most unforgettable memory, so this place was only foggy.

He couldn't remember where he'd seen it.

Turn your feet and lift your feet up a step.

A smile finally appeared on Yin Lingxi's lips.

But the next moment, a ray of sword light suddenly slid down, completely destroying this misty illusion.

Fuzhi retracted his sword and turned around, the last gleam of warmth in his eyes completely disappeared, the cold and heartless pupils reflected the frost and snow on the edge of the sword, and he walked away step by step.

Only Yin Lingxi froze in place.

The smile on his face froze.

After the end of the illusion, with Fuzhi's departure, the place began to slowly collapse.

The boundless darkness eroded over, and the mountain that carried ten years of dreams and love was completely shattered by such a light sword.

Yin Lingxi was stunned for a long time, and the strength in his body was taken away.

He closed his eyes and fell into the crack of the illusion.

……

The huge magic circle of Cangwu Hall gradually shrunk.

Fuzhi in the center of the formation slowly opened his eyes, and his temperament changed drastically. His eyes were cold without any waves or emotions.

The oppressive coercion climbed up step by step, and finally reached the peak of the distraction period.

The side face is handsome and indifferent, and the silver robe is not stained with dust.

It seems to be a real fairy standing on the temple.

Dao Shenzi's eyes were complicated: "The lane change was very successful."

Fu Zhi closed his eyes, stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Dao Shenzi sighed, remembering what he saw in the illusion just now: "You have forgotten the person you like."

Fuzhi's voice remained unchanged: "The one you like?"

Dao Shenzi nodded.

"Is it what I want?"

"nature."

"That's fine."

Dao Shenzi was dumb, then smiled, "Go."

Fuzhi nodded, as if thinking of something: "Have I forgotten the person I hate?"

Dao Shenzi shook his head: "Severing Love Pill, only breaks the most obsessed love in my heart, and only forgets the most difficult injury."

Fuzhi nodded to show his understanding, put away the Duanchen Sword, gave another salute, and then turned and left.

……

Yin Lingxi woke up slowly, but after waking up, she didn't go crazy anymore, she just stood up silently, looking in the direction of the palace gate obsessively.

The magic circle disappears, and the ruthless Dao is completed. When Fu Zhi comes out later, he will definitely kill him with a sword.

Yin Lingxi knew he would die, but he didn't want to leave at all.

To die at Fuzhi's hands, perhaps he deserved it in the first place.

The door of the main hall finally opened slowly.

A person came out slowly.

Holding a sword in a silver robe, with a cold face, the man raised his head slightly, and the fluttering snow fell on his black hair, and disappeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

Yin Lingxi watched as Fuzhi walked towards him step by step, and finally stopped in front of him.

His gaze fell on the Duanchen sword in Fuzhi's hand.

Thinking in a daze, Duanchen Sword should kill people very quickly.

After a while, there was a calm voice in his ear.

"Excuse me."

He subconsciously turned sideways.

The time stretched infinitely in this second, and Yin Lingxi could even smell the faint cold fragrance on his body, and the black hair was blown up by the wind and brushed against the side of his face, making it feel cold and itchy.

Fuzhi just brushed past him, like a stranger he had never known before, and he didn't take a moment's eye from the corner of his eye.

"..."

No killing intent.

There is no hate as he imagined.

Yin Lingxi was stunned.

Fuzhi, who walked a few steps away, stopped for a while, and raised his hand to pick up a peach petal flying in the cold wind.

His indifferent eyes fell on his palm.

The conversation between Cai Cai and Dao Shenzi just now vaguely rang in my ears again

"You have forgotten the person you like."

"The one you like? Did I do it voluntarily?"

"nature."

"That's fine."

"Have I ever forgotten someone I hated?"

"Severing Love Pill, only breaks the most obsessed love in my heart, and only forgets the most difficult injury."

Fu Zhi regained consciousness slightly, the peach petals in his palm drifted away with the wind again.

Who does he hate?

Can not remember.

Probably never hated anyone.

His eyes fell on the brilliant peach blossoms blooming all around, and the flying snow in the sky was entangled with the crimson petals.

A look of doubt flashed in Fuzhi's eyes, he said something softly, and walked forward without paying much attention.

The cold wind wrapped his voice and drifted into Yin Lingxi's ears, he heard Fuzhi say

"Before here, there should be no Taolin."

The tears in Yin Lingxi's eyes suddenly fell, melting the snow on the ground to create a small gap.

After a long time, he slowly bent down, covered his mouth, and suppressed the sobs in his throat.

"Sorry……"

[Ah Ruan: Recovery rate, 90.00% Seven. 】