Bodhi

They landed on a hill.

Flying eaves and bucket arches, painted walls and carved beams, and the continuous palace palaces shrouded in clouds and mountains and mist, can also be seen in a magnificent style, with red clouds and flowing fire on it, reflecting the burning sky and evening, quite fragrant and purple. Lanman, right behind them, there are dozens of the same origami cranes not too far away, presumably they are all disciples recruited from all over the place.

Su Xuechan had never seen a human Taoist cultivator before the Battle of Chasing the Deer. Seeing so many at this time, he couldn't help being extremely curious. He looked around at Feng Beilie's memory, but it was a pity that it was a memory, and many places were blurred , There are also some traces of distortion in the details.

Wearing a lotus-colored scarf and a flowing gauze cloak of the same color, the Taoist came over with a smile when he saw the paper crane, slapped his face, and shouted: "Junior brother told me to wait! But I don't know, How is this batch?"

The former Taoist changed his coldness when facing the villagers, and hurriedly smiled and said: "I'll make my brother laugh, I'm afraid this batch is still made of vegetarian chickens, which can't be reused!"

Although the rest of the teenagers didn't know what a "vegetarian chicken" was, they understood the phrase "unbearable to reuse", and all of them turned pale, and nervously clutched the hem of their clothes.

"The fairy elders...don't tell us to do the chores of cleaning?" A young man asked with a bitter face and a voice like a gnat.

Miscellaneous cleaning?Su Xuechan remained silent, wondering if he should sigh for the innocence of these children.There are thousands of books in Yinglong Palace, among which there are many gossip about gods and monsters, and local anecdotes. When Li Yuan was dealing with affairs, he was afraid that he would be bored, so he would carefully select some and move them there, allowing him to spend his time as he pleased.As for the title "Suji", he has only seen it in the records of evil road cultivators, and it is used to describe mortals with little talent.

The movement of the previous Taoist stroking his beard froze, and he frowned and said, "Junior brother, you are making it difficult for senior brother. The teacher has been angry many times because he couldn't find a good seedling. This time..."

His eyes couldn't help turning back, and suddenly said: "Where did you find these children?"

Hearing him ask this, the Taoist was beaming with joy, and said with a bit of complacency in his tone, "Jiuli! They were all brought out from Jiuli!"

Seeing Taoist Shaqun's eyes sharpened, he was about to yell at him, and he hurriedly added: "Senior brother, listen to me, these are all collected from remote villages by my senior brother pretending to be a decent sect, and they have nothing to do with the main department. It's voluntary. What's more, Jiuli is also in internal strife now, how can I have the time to care about this..."

"Having said that," Taoist Shaqun scolded in a low voice, "The barbarians in Jiuli are not easy to deal with. If there is a trouble and involves the sect, I will not be the first to spare you, let alone the teacher. !"

"It should be, it should be." The Taoist nodded his head like a garlic, and agreed again and again, "Brother, please assign it!"

After losing his temper, Daoist Shaqun looked at the group of teenagers again, with a greedy smile on his face. As soon as he stretched out his hand, there was a boy beside him serving a pen and ink, holding a brocade album.

"Jiuli..." He murmured while adding ink and brush, "I've heard about Jiuli's copper-skinned iron bones, but I don't know how it will work if I use it to test the medicine?"

The Taoist smiled flatteringly: "Then we have to wait for the senior brother to try one by one!"

Their voices seemed to be covered by an invisible barrier, making it difficult for people to hear clearly, but as soon as they felt their eyes, a chill involuntarily spread down Feng Beilie's back, and he couldn't help it. He stepped back and shrank his body behind the other teenagers. The Taoist glanced at him, turned his head and smiled at the Taoist in the shawl, "It's just... Can I ask for a consultation, Junior Brother?"

"Say." Daoist Shake casually replied.

The Taoist laughed: "Senior brother, I've run up and down, I don't know how many times, even if I don't have credit, I have to work hard, can you... give me one of them?"

"Oh?" Daoist Shaqun paused, "You know you're complaining before you accomplish anything?"

The Taoist rubbed his hands awkwardly and said: "Brother, I know you are talented and intelligent, and you are the teacher's favorite successor. You also know that the younger brother has always looked forward to the elder brother, and I have to rely on you for everything..."

After a flattering meal, the tiny creases in the corners of Taoist Shaqun's eyes were filled with a satisfied and arrogant smile, and he said, "Okay, okay, tell me, which one do you want?"

The Taoist said that he was grateful and thankful, and finally pointed to Feng Beilie's figure hiding behind the crowd and said, "I happen to be short of a Dantong serving medicine, why don't I let him follow me."

Although Feng Beilie has a handsome face and a slender figure, he looks thin. The oversized robe looks like an empty linen sack, and it also has dodging eyes and shrinking posture, which is really not good. seedling.

Daoist Shaqu simply swiped his pen and made this favor, "Forget it, you and I are in the same school, it's not good to lose your face on such trivial matters."

Seeing that the two decided the fate of this group of teenagers in just a few words, Su Xuechan didn't know whether to turn around and leave, or continue watching.Thousands of years later, Feng Bei's crime of hunting will not be punished, and his death will not be punished, but now he is just a half-grown child with no defense. ?Even if he knew how unfortunate Feng Beilie's past was, he would not let the sharp sword hanging in his heart drop a single ounce. Seeing this was just a waste of time.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his fingertips, but at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front of him. He raised his eyes and saw that it was Feng Beilie who took advantage of the unawareness of the two Taoists and the disciples walking around, and rushed towards the mountain gate. Run quickly to the cliff!

This gate guards the high mountains, and only at the edge is a formation to face the whistling mountain wind. Those who walk in and out are all monks, so they are not afraid of steep cliffs and steep walls, as long as his hands can pass through At the junction, as long as his skin can touch a ray of wind that is free from heaven and earth——

The Taoist sneered, and a stern black light shot out from his sleeve, and immediately ran like a shooting star, screaming and hitting Feng Beilie's back fiercely. No matter how talented he is, he is only a mortal body now. Can it outrun the magic weapon that contains spirit energy?Immediately, he was hit hard on the spine, and only heard a crackling sound. The boy's voice, which was still in the voice change period, was like a black crow flapping its wings. After a miserable scream, he staggered and fell on the hard bluestone brick face, knocking out a blurred blood on his forehead.

The magic weapon also made a "clang" sound, and then fell to the ground. After wandering around for a few times, it still refused to stop. Instead, it turned into a coiled chain, strangling the young man's slender neck heavily. He choked his eyes and rolled his eyes, and there was a "ho ho" sound in his throat, his ten fingers kept digging at the hard and smooth chain, convulsively twitching and rolling on the ground.It wasn't until his face was blue and half of the ten nails turned up at the root, that the chain turned into a thick and pitch-black shackle, hooped around his swollen, blue-red intertwined skin.

Su Xuechan stared at the black curse flail, and suddenly felt familiar. He pressed down the cloud head and looked intently, only to feel a piercing chill, rolling up to his forehead like a sea wave!

Whether it's shape, color, size, or the winding and treacherous lines of spells on it, they are all the same as the lines that Feng Beilie put on the Yaozu's body thousands of years later!

What does it mean?

His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out. How could the curse that was put on his neck by a human cultivator at this time be imprisoned by Feng Beihun in the same way in later generations and imprisoned on the monster race again?

He was in a trance, but at this moment, the faces of the young men below were already pale with shock from the accident, Taoist Shaqun frowned slightly, and the younger brother beside him sneered, and said: "Brother, then I will take this uncle with me first." Obedient things go down."

Taoist Shaqun watched him striding forward, grabbed the boy by the hair, and dragged him away like a rag sack, then turned his gaze to the rest of the dozen or so pairs of restless eyes.

"Xian... Xianchang..." A young man mustered up his courage and called out in a trembling voice, "We won't be affected by that monster... that person?"

Taoist Shaqu looked at them thoughtfully, then smiled suddenly: "It seems that he is much smarter than you."

Su Xuechan looked at Feng Beilie's figure being dragged forward, and hurriedly followed before he had time to think about it, but the moment he formally stepped into the mountain gate with the Taoist, the surrounding scenery also underwent an earth-shaking change!

The setting sun is gone, the clouds have faded, and the majestic and noble demeanor is like the mist that dissipates in the sun, melting in the strong fishy smell that rushes towards him. Su Xuechan stepped on the blood-stained floor tiles and was caught in front of his eyes. The eerie scene was shocking.

This is by no means deliberately built like this to achieve a deterrent effect. This is clearly an out-and-out evil way, and the outside is a disguise to confuse others.

Although he had been psychologically prepared, Su Xuechan couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity in his heart when he saw this scene.

Corridors, courtyards, and layers of pavilions, Su Xuechan followed them all the way, passing through the formations and barriers in Feng Beilie's memory without hindrance, the further down he went, the more he didn't know what to say.

Compared with the hasty and fuzzy shell outside the mountain gate, every plant, every tree, every brick and tile here is so clear that it hurts the eyes.Su Xuechan followed them through the gate of the courtyard, and the human ossuary under the porch was carved with patterns of flowing clouds and mountains; Su Xuechan accompanied them across the bridge over the turbulent black water, and the white lions on the bridge pillars stepped on dull copper beads; When the Taoist stopped beside an independent courtyard, Su Xuechan could almost count the lines on the bricks and stones under his feet, the vertical and horizontal grooves were like the withered forehead of an old man.

Two stunned little boys dressed in black came up to meet them. Before they could say hello, the Taoist closed the gate of the courtyard tightly and made magic formulas with his hands, imprisoning the lingering wind in this small courtyard.

"Quick!" he cried joyously, "light the master's medicine stove! I'm going to try and see how strange this little monster is!"

Feng Beilie was dragged all the way by his hair. At this time, his scalp was already congested and swollen, and his whole body was bruised from bumps. Hearing this, he tried his best to turn into wind breath, but the curse shackle in his throat suddenly flashed A burst of hot lightning made him howl again, and even the skin around him gave off a pungent burnt smell.

The Taoist shoved him to the ground and slapped him so hard that his mouth and nose were bloody and his front teeth were loose. He sneered and said, "After entering the door of the Blood Refining Sect, I still want to escape with all my tail." go out?"

He squatted down again, grabbed Feng Beilie's forehead hair suddenly, pulled that messy face to face him, and said in a low voice, "What's your name?"

Feng Beilie barely opened his swollen eyelids, but his gaze was stubborn and cruel. He slowly straightened his neck, and spat a mouthful of dirty blood on the Taoist's clean, bearded face!

"I am..." He gritted his teeth vaguely, and said with all his strength, "Jiuli people..."

Su Xuechan's eyelashes trembled, but the Taoist smiled instead of anger, slowly raised his hand, wiped off the blood stains on his face, nodded and said: "Okay! What a virtuous child, but it's a pity that I like to see virtuous children." How did your child bow his head... My name is Dan Lingzi, and you will remember this name in the future, until you die!"

After finishing speaking, he slapped his palms and shouted sharply: "Come on, let the master take the blood of this little bastard for research first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Beilie was pulled up by several invisible ropes, unable to move in mid-air.The two boys, who looked like puppet clay sculptures, came up with two clumsy iron-black torture instruments, with the front end showing the roar of tiger's mouth.Su Xuechan understands that the Taoist who starts with the word Dan must have taken the path of Danxiu. If he really wants to take blood for research, there are some ways to save time and effort. Now, this is definitely not a good torture tool, no doubt it is just for torture. This is just a person who was deceived by ignorance and fell into his hands.

The boy's slender arms were like two pale reeds. The two boys mercilessly inserted them firmly into the tiger's mouth without making a sound. Feng Beilie was trembling all over, and just blurted out a trembling "don't" , the boy pulled with both hands, and slammed the mechanism on the tiger's jaw!

The sudden sound of chewing flesh and squeezing juice was creepy. Feng Beilie's eyeballs bulged, and his bloodshot molars were exposed in his extremely wide-open lips. After racking all the organs, that inhuman howl finally broke out from the vocal cords, echoing mournfully in the small alchemy room!

Su Xuechan closed her eyes at once.

The young Feng Beilie screamed and roared intermittently, all the muscles in his body convulsed and shrank under the cruel punishment, Xuexue twitched, but the more he struggled, the more intense the lightning flashed around his neck, bloody and burning The burnt smell lingered in people's nostrils, but Dan Lingzi was extremely happy in such a miserable scene. While laughing, he clapped his hands vigorously and said: "Okay! Okay! Use more force, and more!" strength!"

Su Xuechan turned around, silently counting the seconds in her heart.

When he counted to more than 600, Feng Beilie's breath became weak and rapid, and he could only subconsciously send out uninterrupted and meaningless bounces, the punishment of the tiger finally stopped.

The bones and flesh of his two arms were completely broken, mingled and hanging down limply, and he didn't know what they turned into, only sticky flesh foam mixed with broken bones kept flowing down the sleeves and fell to the ground.All the squeezed blood was collected by the boy into the clean copper basin, and the rest was opened and carefully swept down with a small brush.

Their movements are mechanical and skilled, and Su Xuechan can hardly tell whether they are living people or walking dead.Seeing that Feng Beilie was on the verge of death, he could only breathe in, not out, so Dan Lingzi waved his hands casually and said, "Throw him into the dungeon and lock him up with those things."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly hugged the blood basin, and walked into the secret room where he studied the elixir.

Su Xuechan stood where he was, not knowing for a moment whether to follow Feng Beilie or to see what tricks Dan Lingzi could come up with.

But he knew well that it would be fine if Feng Beilie was just an ordinary member of the Jiuli tribe, but he had such a special bloodline, such an unusual talent, and the current ordeal might just be the beginning.

As it turned out, he guessed right.

Dan Lingzi is not a fool, so he can naturally see the specialness of Feng Beilie. The elixir made from his blood is no different from the powerful drug for the wind attribute Taoist.In addition, he is almost immortal, no matter whether it is a tiger's claw, scrubbing, piercing and gouging out flesh, pulling out his tongue and eyes, as long as he is put into a cage made of spiritual power, hang him overnight in a place where the mountain wind is howling. ——Like hanging dried bacon for one night, he will gradually recover as before, as if his whole body is composed of invisible wind breath.

Dan Lingzi's status is rising in the Blood Refining Sect, and it won't take long for even his senior brother, who once had to lie low to please him, to start acting on his face. He has a great reputation in the sect, only Su Xuechan knows, All of his things are based on something.

He didn't know how long he stood in the memory of Bei Lie, who was sometimes chaotic, sometimes distorted, and sometimes bright. He watched him grow up day by day, jointed day by day, and he was so silent that he couldn't even speak.Although Feng Beilie was immortal, Dan Lingzi feared that his cash cow would not last long, so he fed him a lot of panacea, which at least made him not so frighteningly thin.

In such an abnormal environment, he has gradually learned many vicious methods and clever and subtle disguises. He has not been deprived of his mind by the long-term torture and reduced to flesh, but buried in his heart. There was a hatred deeper than the sea, and gradually, more and more eyes noticed the mysterious alchemy room of Dan Lingzi——after all, paper could not contain the fire, and the existence of Feng Beilie was still being suppressed by the Blood Refining Sect. The elders found out.

He was soon taken away and presented to the suzerain, leaving the secret chamber where he had been imprisoned and tortured for several years.At that time, the blood-refining sect was popular all over the world relying on the cultivation method of the cauldron. When the suzerain saw this Dannu with strong vitality and extraordinary talent, his eyes lit up immediately, and he ordered someone to clean him. At night, he pressed him on the bed. ——

After so many years, Feng Beilie has long forgotten how to communicate with people normally. Even the Jiuli language engraved in his blood has been forgotten by him. "Voice" means screaming and begging for mercy, and there is nothing else worth remembering.

However, that night, Su Xuechan stood outside the window and heard him yell "Save me" and "I'm going to kill you" in Jiuli language all night.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and he could only see darkness. In Feng Beixie's memory, at this night, he stood on the porch without seeing even a ray of light.