[Gujian Yigong] Same goal in different ways

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The long sword was unsheathed suddenly, and the disciple of Qingyu altar suddenly turned around, it was Yuan Wu!

The sword energy was intense, and the chill was piercing to the bone.Yuan Wu put his sword across his chest and shouted sharply: "You two dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Qingyu Altar!"

The sharp scolding sound echoed layer after layer in the dungeon, overflowing with excitement.Feng Qingxue, however, moved forward obsessively like a demon, unaware that Yuan Wu's sword tip was pointed at her chest.With tears in her eyes, she saw the man in the corner slowly raised his head. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, that gesture was already deeply imprinted in his heart, and he dare not forget it!

Seeing that she did not retreat but advanced, Yuan Wu raised his sword to stab her, but Baili Tusu rushed forward with one step, only to hear the sound of gold and iron, he insisted on blocking the tip of the sword with his armguard.

The sharp sword tip barely brushed against Feng Qingxue's shoulder, leaving a bloodstain.However, she walked into the stone prison slowly like sleepwalking, walked straight to the man in the corner, knelt down on the ground with her knees limp, and then lay down on his knees, hugging him tightly.

The shadows of the flames reflected the cold and stern outline of the man.The handsome face under the long crow-colored hair, which was like frost and snow, gradually overlapped with the noble and unparalleled figure in Baili Tusu's memory eight years ago.His heart moved, and he blurted out the long-lost name——

"Master Wu Xian!"

One word awakened the dreamer, Feng Guangmo's body shook, holding up the weeping face of the girl in his arms as if waking up from a dream, and called out blankly: "Qingxue?"

Those hands were as cold as ice and snow, piercing the heart, Feng Qingxue's tears couldn't stop falling, but she forced a slight smile and nodded slightly.

When it was only half a cup of tea, Ouyang Shaogong hurried over.Baili Tusu explained the cause and effect one by one with apology, and was prepared for Elder Danzhi to scold them for their misbehavior, but Ouyang Shaogong thought for a while, but chuckled and said: "I thought that after Lei Yan's death, The cell in the Qingyu Altar should be deserted, but there are still people imprisoned in it... Yuan Wu, let Mr. Feng go, since he is Miss Qingxue's eldest brother, he shouldn't be an extremely evil person."

Yuan Wu hesitated to speak, hesitated for a while, and finally took out the key.Shackles fell one after another, but the man who returned to freedom did not move, only looking at Ouyang Shaogong.

On his bloodless face, his eyes were like two cold stars, shining shockingly under the firelight.

surprise.Suspect.disturbed.

If eyes could be turned into sharp blades, Ouyang Shaogong would have been pierced by thousands of arrows at this very moment.

However, he only smiled softly, as warm as a spring breeze blowing on his face, and stretched out his hand to Feng Guangmo, "Mr. Feng seems to be ill. After leaving this place, can I treat you?"

His fingers are long and slender, with delicate and cold texture like jade.Feng Guangmo looked at it for a long time with complicated expressions, then he held it obediently, and stood up with Qingxue's support.This was just a very simple movement, but his chest was pounding like a drum, and bursts of stinging pain pierced his heart like a fine needle.

He was panting heavily, but clenched his hands more and more, and said through gritted teeth: "...Thank you, Elder Ouyang."

All of a sudden, a sharp pain came from his wrist like a running snake, and hit his heart directly. Feng Guangmo's body shook, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he fell down.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly hugged his fallen body, and looked helplessly at Baili Tusu.The girl's tearful eyes made the young man in Xuanyi feel a little hot in his heart, he couldn't help but took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Leave it to me."

He stretched out his hands to hook Feng Guangmo's knees, supported the back that was so thin that his hands were shaking, and hugged him up.

Wu Xian's body was extremely cold, like a dead person, but it was light and light, not like the weight of a grown man at all.Compared with the corpses he dragged when he was young, he didn't know how much lighter it was.

Baili Tusu couldn't help recalling that eight years ago, this man led his people to salute to the statue of God Nuwa under the morning light. At that time, in the faint color of the rising sun, he was wearing sacrificial robes, as if a god had descended.

Unexpectedly, eight years have passed, his mother died, and Mr. Wu Xian's life experience is also wandering...

Baili Tusu turned his head and saw the lifeless face of the man leaning on his shoulder, feeling sore in his heart, he strode out of the cell.

After Lei Yan's incident, the Qingyu Altar has many more vacant guest rooms.Under the arrangement of Ouyang Shaogong, a room was quickly cleaned up and Feng Guangmo was settled.

Feng Qingxue sat on the edge of the bed, holding Feng Guangmo's hand against her face.She stared blankly at her brother's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and couldn't help reaching out to stroke his hair lightly, confirming again and again that his pulse was beating slightly but very steadily.

At this time, the unconscious person on the bed suddenly trembled, and then trembled slightly, with a pained expression on his face.He held Feng Qingxue's hand tightly until the joints were white and the blood vessels protruded, and he suddenly started up, almost screaming heart-piercingly: "Qingxue——!"

His eyes were slack, his long hair was disheveled, his expression was mournful, and his gray lips were trembling.Feng Qingxue hugged his trembling body, and hurriedly said: "Brother, I am here. I am here..."

Hearing her voice, Feng Guangmo turned his head in a daze, struggling to identify the figure in front of him.He stretched out his hand to gently stroke Feng Qingxue's cheek, and asked blankly, "Qingxue?"

He caressed Qingxue's long hair and cheek inch by inch like a dream, and his eyes, which were as dry as an ancient well, gradually became brighter.

"Qingxue?" He rested his forehead on Qingxue's shoulder, his words sounded like a sigh, "It turned out to be a dream."

In his dream, he saw Qingxue die tragically in front of him again and again, but he was bound by some force, unable to move.That kind of hatred and sorrow is still vivid in my mind at this moment, and I still have lingering fears in my heart.

Suddenly someone coughed lightly in the room, Feng Guangmo raised his head apprehensively like a frightened bird, and saw Ouyang Shaogong standing behind Qingxue looking at him with a half-smile, the corner of his mouth curved like a bow, as if he was about to stretch his strings at any moment , Shoot the arrow!

"Since I've woken up, there shouldn't be any serious problems. After taking this medicine, I can recover."

Elder Dan Zhi, whom he was cautiously guarding against, did not actually release the sharp arrow, but only lowered his head and looked at the prescription in his hand seriously.The large apricot-colored robe sleeves were raised, and it seemed to bring a burst of cold fragrance, lingering indistinctly in the nose, bringing a sound tiredness.

Feng Guangmo held Feng Qingxue's hand tightly, staring at Ouyang Shaogong for a moment, his lips trembling slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ouyang Shaogong smiled knowingly: "You two reunited after a long absence, and you must have a lot of personal things to say. I'm next to an outsider, but I'm here to bother you for a long time..."

"No, Shaogong is also kind—"

The girl hurriedly defended, but felt that Feng Guangmo gently pinched her palm.In front of the two of them, Ouyang Shaogong raised his sleeves and saluted, then turned and left gracefully.

The room was eerily quiet for a moment.The cold fragrance just now gradually dissipated, and Feng Guangmo felt a dull pain in his chest again.However, he only tried his best to hold back, and slowly adjusted his trembling breathing, so that Feng Qingxue would not notice the strangeness.

"Good girl, she's grown up so much..."

He slowly stroked Feng Qingxue's cheek with his fingers, his doting look was the same as it was eight years ago.There was warmth in the corners of the eyes and brows that were usually stern, like spring snow melting, gentle and deserted.

Feng Qingxue held her brother's hand instead, and couldn't bear the grievances and longing accumulated in her heart for eight years, buried her face in his palm, crying heartbroken.

The two brothers and sisters in this room are full of sorrows of parting and don't know where to start, but there seems to be a posture of three courts.Ouyang Shaogong took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Yuan Wu: "So, Lei Yan imprisoned Master Wu Xian on the green jade altar for the past eight years?"

Yuan Wu knelt on the ground tremblingly, and replied: "Yes."

"This Lei Yan is really not a good guy, to torture Qingxue's elder brother like this!" Fang Lansheng slammed the table violently, very angry, "Fortunately, he died in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, otherwise I don't know that Qingxue's elder brother would still How much suffering!"

Seeing this handsome young master who was straightforward and upright, his cheeks flushed with anger, he hammered the table and stomped his feet.Ouyang Shaogong smiled, waved his hands and said, "Xiao Lan, don't worry, just listen to Yuan and don't finish."

Hearing that Ouyang Shaogong didn't seem to have any intention of punishing him, Yuan Wu licked his lips, glanced quickly at Baili Tusu who had been silent just now, and said with his head down, "Elder Lei Yan said at the beginning that this man Coveting the treasures of the Qingyu Altar, and cruel, so we must be strictly guarded."

"Nonsense! If brother Qingxue is really such a person, then why did Lei Yan keep him, and cut him off with a sword sooner!" Fang Lansheng felt aggrieved again, and saw Ouyang Shaogong looking at him with a half-smile , bowed his head again, muttering without knowing what to mutter.

But Hongyu said: "Hou'er is right, if that's the case, why doesn't Lei Yan cut the weeds and get rid of the roots?"

Yuan Wu's face turned blue and white for a while, and his eyes couldn't help drifting.

Ouyang Shaogong lowered his eyes: "But it doesn't matter."

The handsome young man bent down deeply: "...Because Elder Lei Yan said that this person knows many secrets that have been handed down from ancient times to the present, and I have left him for other purposes. This person told about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

The young man in Xuanyi standing still like a stone statue suddenly walked up to Yuan Wu in a few steps, and asked in a deep voice——

"Then do you know when Lei Yan met him?"

His indifferent mask peeled off, showing a bit of anxiety, and there seemed to be fire in his dark pupils.Stared at by such bright eyes, Yuan Wu felt guilty, and immediately stammered: "Here, I just deliver food and medicine, and I don't know anything else."

Hong Yu_ also showed a thoughtful expression on his face, "I heard what Mr. Baili meant, and I doubt—"

"——No," Baili Tusu clenched his fists and his voice was hoarse, "There is no real evidence, so don't harm the innocent. After Brother Qingxue wakes up, you can find out if you ask."

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and they arrived at the door in a blink of an eye.He rushed into the room like a wind and snow, his eyes were red, "Shao Gong, my elder brother..."

At this time, Feng Guangmo seemed to be enduring great pain, his fingers were tightly twisting the mattress under his body, his chest was slightly raised, and his back was bent back into a crescent arc.He opened his lips and teeth slightly, as if he was about to scream in the next moment, but he could only hear the sound of bone friction as if someone was strangling his throat.

This kind of pain is the fire ignited in the body, all the five internal organs are burned, painful and itchy, wishing to cut open the chest and abdomen and scratch to pieces.He was so dazed in pain that he fell into a cloud, but he heard the familiar voice gradually approaching, and his mind suddenly cleared up.

He tried his best to open his sweat-drenched eyes, and looked at the person who was close at hand with slack eyes, and was grabbed by the wrist without any resistance.

Ouyang Shaogong looked down at Feng Guangmo's expression of hatred, and said softly: "Let me take a good look, what's wrong." He held the wrist that was trying to break free, and the thin bones turned in the palm of his hand, There is a vague illusion that he can be easily broken——

——It's just that he has verified countless times that this Lord Wu Xian is definitely not as weak and fragile as his appearance.

With a somewhat teasing mood, his nimble fingers untied Feng Guangmo's sweaty clothes, and stuck them on the cold and damp skin, pressing_ from the pale and thin chest to the flat lower abdomen, Ouyang Shaogong's lips With a vicious smile on his lips, he still asked softly, "Where is the pain?"

That hand seemed to have poisoned its tail feathers, lightly pressing on his body, it was as warm and itchy as a lover, and there was a burst of sharp and unbearable pain.

I don't know how long it took, the man seemed to have finally appreciated his pain-free look, and sighed quietly: "Probably because I'm not good at learning, Mr. Feng's illness is strange, I can only do acupuncture and let him go first." It won't cause the pain to go crazy after falling asleep. I don't know if Qingxue is willing to let him move to live near the alchemy room? In this way, if Mr. Feng gets sick again, I can arrive in time."

Feng Guangmo couldn't hear Qingxue's answer at this time, he could only see Ouyang Shaogong leaning down, and his black and smooth hair fell down like water, forming a tangled cage to envelop him .

For eight years, he never escaped.

Despicable, shameless!

Ouyang Shaogong saw Feng Guangmo's trembling lips, but only smiled slightly, and plunged the silver needle into his chest inch by inch.

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