How to cough up blood

Just after the night of backlash, and having experienced such a humiliating thing in a dream, Fuzhi's complexion was not much better.

He soaked in the cold pool all night, his whole body was cold and cool, and his complexion became paler reflected by the black silk.

Just as Fuzhi pushed open the door of his bamboo house, he heard footsteps, followed by his apprentice's concerned voice——

"Master, are you alright?"

Take a break.

Only then did he realize that he did not let Yin Lingxi leave Cangwu Peak yesterday.

This clear "Master" was completely different from the "Master" that the devil called him in yesterday's dream, but he seemed to be back to last night.

The devil's frivolous voice is still in my ears: "...Jianzun is lying, don't you like your apprentice?"

Fuzhi held onto the door frame, and slowly clenched his other hand tightly.

For a moment, Sword Master, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, was a little unable to face his well-behaved and simple disciple.

He... actually had such thoughts about his disciples.

Fuzhi stepped in and said coldly, "It's nothing."

But he didn't even dare to turn his head.

However, he didn't have any strength in his body. Under the ups and downs of his emotions, he fainted for a moment and staggered.

Immediately afterwards, he was held by someone.

Yin Lingxi supported him tightly with both hands: "Master, be careful!"

The warm palm was attached to the cold skin, and it burned to a scalding temperature almost instantly.

Fuzhi can't see, and his sense of touch becomes more acute.

These hands, and the hands shackled around his waist in the dream last night...

Jian Zun's face changed suddenly, he swung it away violently, and said coldly, "Get lost!"

Snapped!A crisp sound.

Fuzhi hangs her head and doesn't know what to think, her fingertips are trembling slightly.

The air was silent for a while.

After a while, he heard his disciple's aggrieved and blank voice: "Master, I just want to help you..."

Fu Zhi froze.

Only then did I realize that I was overly aggressive.

He breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to hold his voice, and waved his hands wearily.

"Sorry, teacher... I lost my composure."

He heard his apprentice say it's okay, and then obediently came to support him, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, Master, it's just that I'm too tired."

too tired.

He played these three words very softly, like a lover's gentle whisper.

Sword Master paused for breath.

Yin Lingxi's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily. He felt that the person in his arms was stiff, but he pretended as if he didn't notice anything.

He obediently helped Fuzhi to the side of the bed, and even helped him take off his boots.

Know how to measure, understand etiquette, and don't overdo it at all.

When Fuzhi came back to his senses, Yin Lingxi said: "Master, take a good rest, and this disciple will retire first."

Fuzhi subconsciously said, "Wait a minute."

Yin Lingxi turned around: "What's wrong, Master?"

The stern-looking Sword Master pursed his thin lips slightly, and unconsciously frowned, as if he was thinking about whether he should ask a question hidden in his heart.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "You..."

"Do you have... someone you like?"

After a meeting.

Only then did he hear his apprentice smiled very softly, and said embarrassedly——

"Yes, I have."

Fu Zhi paused, then said: "That's it."

"Well, he is a very good person. He is the person I want to keep in my heart and stay with me for the rest of my life."

"Master, do you have a sweetheart?"

There was a dense suffocation in my heart.

Fuzhi was quiet for a while, then tilted his head and said coldly: "...No."

It wasn't until Yin Lingxi withdrew for a long time that he relaxed all over his body.

The palm was held too tightly, and a little blood was already pinched by the nails.

...his disciple has someone he likes.

******

On the second day, Fuzhi's cultivation was restored.

He didn't eat the breakfast made by Yin Lingxi, and even made up his mind not to listen to his entreaties, so he left the bamboo house in the back mountain where he had always lived, and returned to the main hall of Cangwu Peak.

The cold and thick gate of the palace was blown by the wind and snow, and there was no trace of popularity in the palace.

A faint soothing incense was burning in the corner, and there was only the quiet sound of falling.

Fuzhi dropped another son and said, "Brother, come to my place, is there anything else you want to do besides visit?"

There are lines carved by spiritual power on the chessboard. Even if he can't see it, he can sense the trend of the game.

Opposite him sat an elegant-looking man, dressed in blue, with a fortune teller hanging from his waist.

Hai Shengping raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Why, senior brother can't come and see you if there's nothing wrong?"

He is Fuzhi's third senior brother, the master of Tianji Peak, who has been traveling all year round, observing the phenomena of the sky and understanding the way of heaven, and his deduction skills are so miraculous that it is hard to find a piece of gold.

"I heard that you were in a coma for nearly half a month, and I came back in a hurry. Brother, you don't welcome me so much? You really have no conscience." The voice was gentle and smiling.

Fuzhi was helpless: "Senior brother."

"Okay, I won't tease you," Hai Shengping said with a smile, he stroked the fortune teller on his waist, and touched a few of them casually, "I really have two things to do when I come to you this time."

The smile between his brows tightened a bit, and he was slightly serious: "A few days ago, the journey was boring, so I told you something."

Fuzhi Luozi paused, "Oh?"

He deduced the movement of the chessboard, apparently not paying much attention to it, and after Hai Shengping took another step, he made another move, "Fate is always unpredictable, brother, don't worry about it."

Fuzhi's fate can't be calculated clearly, Hai Sheng has calculated countless hexagrams, and only then has a vague feeling.

Most of them are four sons scattered, hidden secrets, unpredictable, unpredictable.

It is rare for Haisheng to be a little worried, "I am not counting your horoscope this time."

Fuzhi Zhizi was about to fall, and said casually, "What do you mean, senior brother?"

Hai Shengping hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Junior brother, do you... have someone you like?"

pat!

Fuzhi's fingertips trembled slightly, and the sunspots landed straight on the chessboard, disrupting the originally clear situation, and then bounced up again, dangdang rolling away.

The sound was extremely harsh in the quiet and empty hall.

The curling incense thread of Anshenxiang trembled slightly as if startled by the slight change in the atmosphere in the hall.

Hai Shengping looked thoughtfully at the falling sunspot with penetrating eyes.

After a while, Fuzhi withdrew his hand, his eyes covered by the black silk couldn't see his expression, he said softly, "Senior brother, why did you say that?"

Hai Shengping raised his two fingers, used his spiritual power to take back the sunspot that popped out, stroked it with his fingertips, then smiled, and put it by Fuzhi's hand.

"I figured out a few days ago that there is actually a floating rootless red thread on the dust-free path you cultivated."

"As soon as this rootless red line comes out, another road suddenly diverges from your original road of cultivation, and this road is extremely narrow and extremely dark."

Hai Sheng said calmly: "Junior brother, there is no red thread, if it is broken, it will be broken."

There are three situations for the red line, one is controlled by the Dao of Heaven, it is a fate destined by God, and they will come together no matter what.

The second is the self-generated red line. When two people like each other and the bond gets deeper and deeper, a red line will also be generated.

And the third type is rootless red thread.

Ethereal like smoke, sand and floating dust, scattered but not gathered.

It is a forced fate, an entangled evil fate, once sunk into it, very few people can break free.

Fuzhi curled her fingers slightly.

No root red thread.

He likes his apprentice, which naturally violates ethics, and it is only natural for him to be evil.

"Brother misunderstood, I don't have a sweetheart."

Fu Zhi's face remained normal, and he threw the black pieces that Hai Shengping put aside into the chess basket, and with a wave of his hand, the chaotic chessboard became empty.

Seeing his appearance, Hai Shengping felt a little less worried in his heart.

His junior brother has always been simple and cold, and his fate is unpredictable, maybe, this time he was wrong.

However, when he returned to Tianji Peak, he would have to use the spirit tool to calculate it before making a conclusion.

"You are not the best."

Hai Shengping put the matter down for the time being, and raised his eyebrows: "Another game?"

Fuzhi nodded.

tuk tuk-

When the two were about to continue the next game, there was a knock on the door of the main hall.

Hai Shengping looked at Fuzhi: "...that apprentice of yours?"

"Ah."

Cold and indifferent.

"Didn't it mean that your previous backlash was for him?" Hai Shengping smiled, "Why don't people come in now?"

"Too noisy."

"Yo, are you having trouble?"

"No."

Haisheng knew it clearly: "That's what's wrong."

Fuzhi: "..."

"You were grown up by the few of us, and the senior brother is really serious. He just stuffed you with an apprentice. It's obvious that you can't take care of yourself." He shook his head, threw the chess piece in his hand, and said: Shi Ran got up.

"No more, you should rest well, your eyes should be able to see soon."

Hai Shengping stretched his waist, the calculator on his waist clattered, and disappeared in the blink of an eye: "Let's go, I'll see you later..."

Fuzhi was the only one left in the hall.

tuk tuk-

The main hall was knocked several times in a row.

Although the sword master who was sitting quietly was still unmoved, he scattered his spiritual consciousness and carefully explored the situation outside the hall.

The cold wind howled on the top of the mountain.

To the west of Yinling Mountain is a wooden tray, on which are meals that have been frozen for a long time.

His hair was covered with frost, and his lips were purple with cold.

He looked at the closed cold door, tightened the tray in his hand, and whispered: "Master..."

There is still no response.

The young man's voice was aggrieved and dazed.

"Master, are you angry with your disciple? What did the disciple do wrong, Master..."

He paused, took a breath of cold wind, and coughed a few times.

The sword master sitting in the hall heard it clearly, his fingers trembled.

Fuzhi was silent for a while, then sighed in the sea of ​​consciousness: 【This guy...】

Ah Ruan:?

Fuzhi smiled: [It sounds better when you cry and act like a baby. 】

Ah Ruan: ... All right.

outside.

Yin Lingxi's tone was a little lower, and he looked weak: "Master, this disciple is about to build a foundation, but...yesterday I was a little eager for quick success, and the aura of the meridians was a little bit off."

He turned around desolately, and put the tray aside, "The breakfast for Master is here..."

The young man was lonely and was about to leave.

But there was a bang.

The door of the main hall opened.

Fuzhi was standing at the door, the black silk on the snowflakes fell on his eyes, and slowly melted away.

He said lightly: "Come in."

Then he turned around and went back without staying for a moment.

The door of the main hall was closed again, blocking the cold wind and snow outside.

"sit down."

The snow on Yin Lingxi's body melted, and he was wet all over, looking like an abandoned puppy.

The son of a bitch looked at his master innocently.

His eyes flicked over his eyebrows, nose bridge, thin lips, neck, waist...

Then his Adam's apple moved, he looked away, and sat down obediently.

He stretched out his hand, allowing Fuzhi to feel his pulse.

"Master..."

"Silence."

The slender fingertips touched the frozen wrist, and the silver spiritual power penetrated in to sense the situation in Yin Lingxi's body.

Gradually, Fuzhi frowned.

The situation in Yin Lingxi's body was simply a mess.

He slowly used his spiritual power to guide, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me in advance to build the foundation tonight."

Foundation establishment is an important hurdle to formally embark on the road of cultivating immortals. Although it is not dangerous, it requires the assistance and guidance of the elders.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he stopped himself.

In two days, Yin Lingxi visited many times.

... It was he himself who had delusional thoughts about his innocent apprentice, and thus avoided until now.

But Yin Lingxi coughed weakly, and said sensiblely: "I forgot, Master, don't blame me."

In an extremely obscure place, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He is a demon, so how could he really build a foundation again in the way of cultivating immortals?It's just that in this state of his shape-changing pill, he will unconsciously absorb aura and cause chaos.

He went too far in the dream last time, and he just took this opportunity to break through the deadlock.

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Fuzhi's face, and as expected, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across this cold and jade-like face.

Yin Lingxi accepted it as soon as he saw it, and closed his eyes peacefully, allowing Fuzhi to sort out the disordered breath in his body smoothly.

……

Midday on the moon.

The handsome young man sat cross-legged in the main hall, beside him was the extremely exquisite Spirit Gathering Formation.

The light and pure aura was gathered by the spirit-gathering array, and slowly instilled into Yin Lingxi's body, but was slowly spilled out in a hidden place.

Fuzhi stood quietly on one side, taking these indistinct things into his eyes.

Ah Ruan was also curious: [Master, what does he want to do. 】

Fuzhi tapped with her fingertips: [Can't you see?He wants to seduce me. 】

Ah Ruan looked at the motionless person in the gathering spirit formation, and was at a loss: 【...Sitting to seduce? 】

Here, before Fuzhi could answer, something went wrong in the Spirit Gathering Formation.

I saw that the originally strong and stable formation suddenly shook!The spiritual power flow inside was suddenly disordered, and the young man in the spirit gathering array suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sword Master heard the voice clearly, and his heart tightened. He didn't expect such a change at the critical moment of foundation establishment. He hurriedly dispersed the Spirit Gathering Formation, and walked in in two or three steps.

He had already gathered silver spiritual power at his fingertips, and was about to investigate the situation of his apprentice.

And at this moment, Yin Lingxi who was sitting in the center opened his eyes abruptly.

His pupils were red, and there was a hint of hostility between his brows.

Qingjun's gentle face showed a bit of bewitching.

Fuzhi sensed his disordered breath, and his heart sank.

This is actually a state of madness!

Fuzhi knelt down in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Lingxi, do you still recognize me as a teacher?"

The spiritual power from the fingertips touched Yin Lingxi's wrist, trying to relieve the situation in his body at this time.

Going crazy is not a joke, if you are not careful, you will end up dead, not to mention that his apprentice does not have much cultivation.

In the current situation, he himself is also responsible. As a master, he avoided seeing his disciple's shady thoughts, which led to such twists and turns in Yin Lingxi's foundation building.

Jian Zun took all the responsibility on himself, and felt more and more guilty.

Yin Lingxi moved, and slowly leaned over, getting closer, his frighteningly hot fingers suddenly clasped Fuzhi's cold wrist.

Fu Zhi retracted her hand from the heat, but was held tightly instead.

Yin Lingxi was like a wolf hunting prey, the time had come for him to hibernate, he quietly bit Fuzhi's thin red lips.

Fu Zhi's pupils shrank.

He...he is his master!

Yin Lingxi... How dare Yin Lingxi? !

The dazed sword master who was kissed finally regained his sanity.

Suddenly remembered, when Yin Lingxi told him that he had a sweetheart a few days ago, the tenderness in his voice could not be ignored...

Jian Zun suddenly felt dull pain in his heart.

Yin Lingxi, do you regard him as his sweetheart...

Fuzhi clenched her fingertips tightly, turned her head, and pushed Yin Lingxi away.

He stood up staggeringly, the clothes of the man who had always been calm and self-sufficient were disheveled, and there were scars from being bitten on his thin lips, which together with the coldness of his body lingered into the most ecstatic beauty picture.

The black silk covering the eyes set off the white jade-like face, showing a sense of alienation and fragility.

Fuzhi gasped a few times, unable to hide his embarrassment, but his voice was cold and angry: "You bastard!"

The author has something to say:

surface:

Jian Zun's face sank like water: "Bastard!"

actual:

Zhizhi's eyes slightly curved: "Little bastard..."