VII

"Fusu... no regrets..."

"Good! Good! Good!" The old Taoist said three good words in a row after being anxious, and said coldly: "Give him your blood! He can live! Your blood is very strong, you can not grow old Immortality is all because of it. You are father and son, and there is no problem of incompatible blood, you give him blood, when you die, he lives, and everyone will be happy!"

"Is this true?" Fu Su said happily. "Do you need to prepare anything? Ceremony? Elixir? Utensils? Tell me, Fusu will find it for you no matter what!"

The old Taoist looked at Fusu so happy that he was overwhelmed like a child, and all the stagnation accumulated over thousands of years faded away from him in an instant. The feeling of sorrow for his misfortune and anger for his indisputability lingered in his heart, which made the old Taoist sigh. If he didn't come, he was walking around anxiously, with the intention of killing people.

"You really are!" The old Taoist pointed at Fusu and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while, "Hey! The poor Taoist doesn't care! It's up to you whether you want to die or live! I told you the way to save people, and the old Taoist doesn't care about you anymore!" He said angrily He shook his whisk, turned around and left.

"Sir..." Without the slightest hesitation, Fusu knelt on the ground and said softly, "There is a way to save people, but Fusu doesn't know how to do it... Fusu has never begged anyone in his life, just this time, please You... fulfilled..."

"Boom...boom...boom..." Slow but unstoppable kowtows hit the old man's heart one after another, how could he not know what kind of temperament Fusu is?The highest kindness is like water, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, unyielding and unyielding, stubborn and stubborn.If you don't agree to him, it is estimated that the kowtow will not stop, even if he leaves, Fusu will continue to kneel here until he softens and agrees.If Yingzheng is Fusu's nemesis, then why isn't Fusu his nemesis?

"Oh...that's all...you get up..." The old Taoist walked up to Fusu, stretched out his hand to help him up and sat on the side, and said helplessly and aggrieved: "The poor Taoist just promised you...you can Satisfied? Fusu... I have always regarded you as my only and most beloved apprentice. I just hope that you don't regret it... Have you ever thought that if you die for Ying Zheng, he wakes up and finds you What will happen to him after all that has been done for him?"

"What will happen?" Fu Su chuckled, with a little self-mockery and relief, and said: "What else? Even if I am his only son who is still alive, he will be sad and lost for a while at most, what should happen. He..." After a pause, Fusu gritted his teeth and continued, "Maybe there is affection, but it is just family affection. This family affection is much lighter than his Jiangshan Sheji! I compare his life Everything is important! He is good, he is still playing tricks on me when he is dying! The last words he said are clear and smooth, and they are progressive. How can they be nonsense that people don’t understand before they die? He is sober Very good! It’s just for me! Let me know how important the Great Qin Empire is to him! If I don’t protect it well! He will never forgive me!”

"He's showing weakness! He's using me! He doesn't believe me! He had promised to take medicine well before, but what happened? He lost his eyesight and couldn't speak. He resisted me as soon as I approached, that snow I force-fed the condensed pill! He was so suspicious and wary that I blocked the medicine with my hand so that it wouldn’t come out mixed with blood! He didn’t believe me! Sir, you know how afraid I am of his dying Are you still competing with me? I forced him to swallow the medicine only half-coaxed, half-deceived, half-forced!" The more he spoke, the more angry Fusu overturned the medicine box full of panacea.Anyway, he has collected too many of these things for thousands of years, so much that the old Taoist's pharmacy can't hold them!

The old Taoist remained silent, stretched out his hand to embrace Fusu into his arms, silently comforted him, and quietly listened to the unwillingness and resentment buried in Fusu's heart for thousands of years.

"But...but... knowing this, I still have to do what he said..." Fusu buried her head in the old Taoist's arms, tightly grasped the old Taoist's sleeves, tears rolled down, "I'm afraid... I'm really afraid... I'm afraid that if he is not careful, his empire will really be gone... He will hate me... Sir... I can't hold it anymore... I really can't hold it... "

The old Taoist patted Fusu's head pitifully, and comforted him: "I know, I know you are afraid, isn't it all over? What you promised him will be done soon... I don't believe it, just One day away, this huge empire will suddenly be inexplicably destroyed..."

"What do you think of tomorrow? Tomorrow is the day when the thousand-year agreement between you and him expires. How about I return you a living Ying Zheng?"

"How to do it?"

"You don't need to do anything. Pindao will go back and make you a bowl of medicine. You can drink it before going to bed tonight and have a good rest. Get up early tomorrow, and at Chenshi I will exchange blood for you and Ying Zheng..."

On the second day, the old Taoist who had made all the preparations came to the cave with a bowl of medicine with a strong fishy-sweet smell.He handed it to Fusu and said, "Drink another bowl, and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, you can see the living Ying Zheng." The old man smiled and said, "Ying Zheng who can walk and move, has a heartbeat and a pulse."

Holding the medicine, Fusu looked down at the reflection on Shen Hei's liquid medicine, and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid I won't be able to see it either..."

The old Taoist grabbed Fusu's wrist and asked solemnly for the last time: "Fusu, you still have a chance to regret it!"

"I never had any chance to regret it." Fusu said with a faint smile: "There are so many roads in the world, but I walked on the narrowest and most difficult road from the very beginning, which is a road that can only go forward. , there is no way back."

"Hey..." The old Taoist sighed, "You drink..."

Fusu raised his head and drank the fishy-sweet soup in one gulp, then picked up a long and narrow box by his side and handed it to the old man, saying: "This is my father's sword, it is ranked first in the sword manual. Return it to him on my behalf." After the old Taoist took the sword box, Fusu lay down slowly beside Ying Zheng, glanced at Ying Zheng and then slowly closed his eyes.

The old Taoist reminded: "Fusu, do you have anything else to say to Ying Zheng? Can the old Taoist convey it for you?"

Fusu shook his head and said: "No more, sir... Fusu has a merciless request..."

"Go ahead."

"Send him away before he wakes up..." Fusu said with a slight smile, "Thousands of years have passed, even if he doesn't care about things outside of him, Fusu still has a lot of treasures and belongings. Mr. knows where they are, so you can pick them up for yourself. Leave it to him, life is hard to move without money... As for Fusu, please burn my body, find a wide water area or a high mountain with wind, and spread it..."

"You'd better shut up! Go to sleep, go to sleep!" The old Taoist gave Fusu a look, "You'll regret it!" This silly boy, why didn't he understand the reminder so clearly?

Fusu never thought that he could wake up again, he had already made the decision to exchange his life for Ying Zheng's awakening!Fusu was still in a trance when he woke up at this moment, his eyes were darkened, and he couldn't see clearly. It took him a while to realize that this was the old Taoist's thatched hut halfway up the mountain, and he said hesitantly: "Sir, Fusu is... Resurrected?"

The old Taoist is fanning a small stove with a cattail fan in his hand. A pot of medicine is stewing on the stove. The medicine has a strong fishy-sweet smell.The old Taoist said angrily: "Didn't you say that you are lucky? Isn't it true that you didn't die?" The poor Taoist said that you will wake up, don't you believe it?snort!

"Then... what about him?" Fusu asked anxiously, groping around the bed and about to get out of bed, won't it fail again?

The old Taoist slapped the cattail fan on the table and said angrily: "I think you are really sick! I'm so weak that I haven't noticed it yet! I know you are worried, but people are by your side, and you can touch them with your hands. "

Sure enough, Fusu turned his head to look at Ying Zheng who was lying on the side, and subconsciously reached out to feel for the pulse. Although the pulse was slow but powerful, his skin was warm, his complexion was rosy, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Why haven't you woken up yet?" Fusu was a little puzzled. It seemed that Ying Zheng was completely healed, not as cold and stiff as before, with a chill all over his body.

"Don't worry, there are still a day or two before people can wake up. After lying in bed for 1000 years, the body is lying stiff. In addition, the meridians are dry, the blood vessels are blocked, and the internal organs are frozen. It will take a while to dissolve."

"Mr. saved Fusu?" Fusu raised his wrist, looked at the tightly bandaged wrist, and at this moment came to his senses, he felt a heart-rending pain when he moved it.His fingers were pale and cold, and his nails were bluish-purple from excessive blood loss. In just a short moment, Fusu felt that his whole body was soaked, his heartbeat was speeding up, and his whole body was as exhausted as if a thousand-weight stone had been pressed on it.Subconsciously felt for his pulse, it was weak and fast, and felt dizzy.

The old Taoist said solemnly: "Fusu, I have left about one-third of your blood, which is the best amount of blood I can think of that can not only guarantee Yingzheng's awakening, but also allow you to survive. But it doesn’t mean that you’ll be fine, I don’t know if you can make it through, even if you make it through, losing so much blood, you’re likely to lose your immortality... Maybe you’ll be lingering on the bed for life in the future, Weak and sick... Fusu, you have to be mentally prepared..."

Fusu was too weak. He leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale and purple, and said, "Ordinary people lose one-third of their blood, and their lives are in danger. If they lose half of their blood, they will definitely die. Fusu can still sit and talk to you at this moment, don't worry about it." ..."

"It's good that you know, come here, drink the medicine first..." The old Taoist brought the decocted medicine, and handed it to Fusu's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Fusu didn't refuse either, he lowered his head and drank the medicine spoon by spoon.

"Fusu..." The old Taoist said solemnly, "You can wake up at this moment because God has the virtue of good life, but you have to live if you want to live..."

Fusu smiled indifferently: "It means that Fusu may die at any time."

"Yes." The old Taoist said worriedly: "You have lost too much blood, your internal organs are in a state of ischemia, and you are extremely weak. I don't know if you will gradually get better, or you will die due to exhaustion of internal organs. , it all depends on yourself..."

"Isn't Fusu doing well?" Fusu smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, sir, Fusu will survive... Father still owes me a promise that hasn't been redeemed..."

"It's because of this that I worry more!" The old Taoist said angrily, "I don't know you yet? He promised you to accompany you! But what he can give is not what you want, what you want is himself None! How can I give it to you? Even you may never get it! He didn’t wake up before, you were thinking about him, thinking about him, struggling not to die! How many times he crawled back from the edge of death, and at this moment he’s gone You are about to wake up, are you at ease? No more worries? It doesn’t matter whether you die or not? Yes or no!”