The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

35.

"I brought you here because I have something to trouble you to investigate."

Inside the Jinlang Hall, Gu Zhizhou stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and behind him was Qi Wu who he had just seen not long ago.

Qi Wu just smiled when he heard the words: "Isn't Mr. Negative Xue annoying me very much? Why did you think of asking me for help?"

Gu Zhizhou's long eyelashes drooped, and the corners of his mouth were turned into a disdainful angle: "I still annoy you very much." He said frankly: "But just because I annoy you, you can't understand me, so I trust you .”

Qi Wurao raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"

"When we were in the demon world, Daoist Fu and I fell into the platform of death from the ruins of Miaoling City, but when we came out, we were in Yongtang thousands of miles away." Gu Zhizhou cut to the chase: "As soon as we came out, we ran into Huai Yu, and not long after, Sheng led the army. Hurry up, you and the Yingwu soldiers are the last to come."

Qi Wu's eyes twitched, and he immediately became serious: "At that time, I was searching the main city of the demon world with the heavenly soldiers, and I saw Lian Sheng. Later, when I saw him leaving in a hurry, I called two people to follow. After half an hour, they sent an urgent letter from Yong Tang's direction, and by the time I arrived with my men, you had already finished fighting."

"Yong Tang is extremely biased towards the North Pole, because it is bordered by the Evil Ghost Dao, which is basically a boundary that doesn't matter. Don't talk about spirits and monsters on weekdays, there is not a single fly. How can the good-looking Lian Sheng go there?"

"Unless..." Qi Wu muttered, "Unless someone tipped him off early in the morning that you appeared in Yongtang, he came here specially to catch you."

Gu Zhizhou nodded: "Not only in the demon world, but also in the sky, the sea, and the world, this person has already made a move."

Qi Wu slightly widened his eyes: "You mean..."

"I mean, that inner ghost is among us." Gu Zhizhou read out the names one after another: "You, me, Fu Ziqiu, Yan Yun, Huai Yu, and Huai Chu."

·

When Gu Zhizhou entered Wuyue Pavilion, Fu Ziqiu sat in the courtyard with his back facing him.

The autumn wind was bleak, Gu Zhizhou came early, and I don't know how long the man had been sitting in the yard, his hair was covered with a thin layer of moisture.

"It's early in the morning, what are you doing sitting there?" He walked over with the food box, and glanced at Fu Ziqiu when he passed by Fu Ziqiu: "The kitchen made red oil wontons, come in and eat."

Fu Ziqiu didn't respond, but turned his neck almost stiffly, looking for Gu Zhizhou's direction, and walked over slowly.

Gu Zhizhou put the wontons on the table, fearing that Fu Ziqiu's poor eyesight would make it inconvenient to hold chopsticks, so he specially found a spoon for him, and he felt that he was so considerate.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he ticked his fingers towards the person, and after he ticked it, he remembered—oh, this person is blind.

Fu Ziqiu walked in with a cold face, the corners of his jaw tensed, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Gu Zhizhou glanced at him again: "What's your expression? Do I owe you money?"

Excalibur usually has to recognize its owner, and after recognizing its owner, it will have a special connection with the sword holder, similar to the telepathy that is often said between people.

Maybe it's because Canglang was broken before, and Fu Ziqiu and Fu Ziqiu have been separated for a hundred years. If it weren't for the close distance like yesterday, Fu Ziqiu would take care of Zhizhou, a dead duck who has a stubborn mouth and hides things under the bed. Ziqiu may not find out until he dies.

But it seems that there is God's will in the dark, he found it, held it in his hand, and seemed to have touched Gu Zhizhou's hidden sincerity.

Fu Ziqiu sat in the courtyard with the chilly autumn wind all night, his body didn't move, his mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't stop at all.

He filtered through his mind every time he got along with Gu Zhizhou since the reunion, carefully recalling every word they said, down to Gu Zhizhou's subtle expression.

He thought of everything after the reunion, and when he was about to use the blood curse, Gu Zhizhou blurted out "Aqiu"; he remembered the breath that Gu Zhizhou yearned for him under the sea; he remembered Gu Zhizhou guarding his house; he remembered Gu Zhizhou holding back in the illusion Can't stop kissing; thinking of Gu Zhizhou's tear.

In the end, it was a sword that belonged to him, clearly piercing through all the hazy veils.

Canglang is an ancient divine sword, and it is not easy to restore it completely. If it is not cherished, this sword will definitely not have a few small cracks, and it will not be so carefully preserved and cared for for a hundred years.

This made Fu Ziqiu think of the pain like cutting a bone with a knife.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Zhizhou was puzzled, "Who messed with you? It wasn't me!"

"Gu Zhizhou..."

"Why?"

Fu Ziqiu closed his eyes severely, and when he opened them again, they were full of sinister eyes.

He seems to be patient to the extreme, he can't think about it for a moment, his heart and lungs seem to have been poured with boiling oil, and he can choke out a mouthful of cold blood anytime, anywhere.

Gu Zhizhou exhausted his patience: "What's wrong with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ziqiu suddenly grabbed his wrist.The strength was astonishing, and he let out a cry of pain almost immediately.

Fu Ziqiu pulled him, dragged him, and threw him onto the bed with red eyes.

Gu Zhizhou was caught off guard and was stunned. He covered the back of his head and shouted, "Why are you so crazy!"

Fu Ziqiu pressed down without saying a word, and rudely tore Gu Zhizhou's clothes.

Gu Zhizhou was stunned. He pushed and shoved the other party, twisted and struggled underneath, and yelled: "Fu, you are sick! Go crazy and go out, don't fucking touch me!"

"Shua—" the cloth was torn apart.

Gu Zhizhou changed from being startled to terrified. He exerted all his strength and crazily resisted. A powerful spiritual power surged up suddenly, and there was a sound like smashing pots and iron in the room. up.

Fu Ziqiu didn't let him at all, and didn't fear him at all, so he suppressed him immediately.

No one can benefit from an evenly matched force, and a forced confrontation will only hurt both sides.

They both felt chest and abdomen throbbing pain at the same time, but none of them were willing to admit defeat at this moment.

A line of blood overflowed from the corner of Fu Ziqiu's mouth. In fact, Gu Zhizhou was also bleeding, but he couldn't see it. The first advantage of blindness was manifested at this time, and Gu Zhizhou couldn't do anything anymore.

Gu Zhizhou involuntarily relaxed his restraint, and Fu Ziqiu took the absolute position without hesitation.

The Demon Lord's strong breath completely enveloped him, and a cold hand came in along the open front of his clothes.

Gu Zhizhou trembled uncontrollably, and finally vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough..."

Fu Ziqiu completely ignored him. He unscrupulously touched the skin under his palms, from his chest to his lower abdomen, from his side to his back.

Gu Zhizhou was so cold and even more irritated, his dignity was swept away.

"Fu Ziqiu," Gu Zhizhou frowned deeply, his heart tightened, his skin trembled uncontrollably, "Get out of here..."

"How did you do it?" Fu Ziqiu interrupted him, his voice shaking more than Gu Zhizhou's body.

There were so many that he couldn't see anything, but he could feel everything inch by inch and piece by piece.

This body, chest and back, criss-crossed and covered with scars.

Those old and aging scars spread all the way to the waistband, hidden deep in the tailbone.There was only a piece of flesh on the shoulder, white and smooth, out of place, which he smoothed with his own hands.

Once upon a time, he took a bath with Gu Zhizhou who was guilty of a guilty conscience, and the man showed him open arms generously.

No matter how many times he was injured, he changed his dressing. He was too familiar with this body.

There used to be not so many, really too much, barely a good piece of meat.

"Why..." Fu Ziqiu stuck his entire palm on Gu Zhizhou's frozen abdomen: "How come... so many scars?"

Gu Zhizhou was distracted by that icy coldness, and was even brought back a hundred years ago by his words.

These scars are nothing else but the testimony of his desperate abandonment of armor, his 100 years of tasteless food, and his 100 years of wanting nothing.

Closing your eyes, you can still feel the invisible sword energy passing across your skin, the piercing chill invades, the wound is healed by the spiritual power at a high speed, and then it is broken open again.

Back and forth, seemingly endless.

In the end, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the blood stained the white clothes, bathing in a miserable color.

He couldn't remember how long he had been lingering in that wind knife, frost sword, only the pile of broken pieces in his arms made him feel safe.

Gu Zhizhou forced himself to calm down, but his throat tightened for no reason. He asked coldly, "A man from Jianmen, how can he have no wounds or scars on his body?"

"Can ordinary swords hurt you?"

All of Fu Ziqiu's composure and self-restraint collapsed. In the past, he could not see that Gu Zhizhou was injured. When he was young, serious illnesses and minor disasters kept frightening him, so that every time Gu Zhizhou was in danger, he would stand in front of him.

The protection of Gu Zhizhou is subconscious, whether he needs it or not, even if he is strong enough.

But finally, this feeling gradually faded over the long years. When I saw him again, Fu Ziqiu restrained himself well enough. He could talk to him and defend against enemies with ease. Maybe occasionally a thought would pop up, and he could quickly cover up.

He is like ripples on the surface of the water, in circles, after all, he can return to calm.

But now, when he encountered this body covered with scars, it was like a boulder thrown into the vast ocean. The strong wind rolled up layers of waves, and a wave hit the ship, breaking the upright mast on the ship.Suddenly, it seemed that even the stretched tendon in the spine was cut off.

"It's no big deal," Gu Zhizhou wiped the blood from his mouth, and explained calmly, "At that time, there was no one around, and those who wanted to take the opportunity to step on the ruins could line up from here to Nantianmen. You know my temper, and I can bear anything I just couldn’t stand it, so they came and I beat one.”

"Those trash can hurt you like this?"

There was a look of pain in Gu Zhizhou's eyes: "There are too many of them. At that time, they were young and arrogant, but luckily they didn't succeed."

He said it lightly, as if he didn't want to mention it.

But Fu Ziqiu gritted his teeth and said, "You still lied to me!"

Gu Zhizhou endured to the limit, and wanted to push the person away: "What the hell did I lie to you!"

"look by youself!"

Fu Ziqiu roared angrily, something fell on the bed.

With a "boom", it hit Gu Zhizhou's heart heavily.

He finally froze completely, no wonder Fu Ziqiu showed such an expression, no wonder he came to tear his clothes without saying anything, no wonder he came to touch his scar without thinking.

There was a lively light floating on the snow-like sword, dazzling and eye-catching.

It was a treasure he had hidden for 100 years, and only dared to take it out to touch when no one was around——

Fu Ziqiu's Canglang.

But now, it was so unscrupulously exposed to the sky, as if it had slapped him resoundingly in public.

Gu Zhizhou's breathing stopped, he was like a lamb being sent to the slaughterhouse, with his breasts exposed, his skin cramped, and even the last bit of dignity was scraped off by the butcher knife.

"Gu Zhizhou."

Fu Ziqiu lowered his head and approached him.

Gu Zhizhou felt his heart being lifted, and all the muscles in his body twitched.

What Fu Ziqiu would ask might be "Why is Cang Lang here?", or "Why did you bring Cang Lang back?", or "Your injuries were caused by jumping off the sword cliff! ".

With that understanding, Gu Zhizhou secretly figured out what Fu Ziqiu was thinking.His throat rolled up and down unconsciously, and he was desperately thinking about what kind of excuse he should find to cover it up.

But it's all too fake, and I can't even convince myself.

Unexpectedly, Gu Zhizhou's self-righteous tacit understanding failed at this moment. Fu Ziqiu opened his pair of godless phoenix eyes, and opened his heart with one sentence: "Gu Zhizhou, do you like me?"

Gu Zhizhou trembled violently, his whole body went limp, he slumped on the bed like mud, his head was completely empty.

This is not a question at all, there are 12 points of certainty in a few words, and it is all of Gu Zhizhou's thoughts in the past 100 years.

It's too embarrassing, Gu Zhizhou thought, this way of debunking is really too embarrassing.

100 years ago, he personally crushed Fu Ziqiu's deep love, beat him, scolded him, insulted him, and even destroyed his heart.Later, they parted ways, and the gully that persisted between them was even more difficult to heal.But Gu Zhizhou was born at such an inopportune time, so he regretted realizing his feelings for Fu Ziqiu.

what is this?

He has already forgotten his past and cut his roots of love, so he turned the page of Gu Zhizhou and opened a new chapter of himself, but he fell in love with him shamelessly, isn't it ugly?

It was so ugly that even I felt contemptuous.

But who Gu Zhizhou was, he didn't even think of an excuse for a moment, and he wanted to deny it when he opened his mouth.

"You want to say 'no', don't you?" Fu Ziqiu interrupted before he could speak, he leaned close to the other's chest, wrapped his strong arms around, and viciously grabbed Gu Zhizhou's waist.

He approached Gu Zhizhou's nose and stared at him almost forcefully: "Then tell me why Cang Lang is here."

Gu Zhizhou was speechless.

Fu Ziqiu asked again: "Tell me, where did your scars come from?"

"Tell me, what do you want to do after living in my house for 100 years!"

Gu Zhizhou was at a loss like never before, he grabbed the hands on his waist, turned his face aside as if evading, and regained his voice bluntly and weakly: "...Don't be sentimental."

"Am I being sentimental? Gu Zhizhou, do you dare to say that Canglang was not picked up by you?"

Gu Zhizhou frowned nervously. He was so irritated that he dared to call out to be a rascal: "So what if I picked it up?! Who stipulated that I can't pick it up!"

"If the sword is broken, it's broken. Why did you pick it up?!" Fu Ziqiu yelled at Gu Zhizhou's left ear, and finally bit it unbearably.

"hiss--"

Fu Ziqiu bit hard, as if to vent, but he didn't want to bite anymore.

He pressed his forehead against Gu Zhizhou's neck, and gradually tightened his arms: "Asshole."

"Gu Zhizhou, you bastard..." Fu Ziqiu's voice trembled, and it took only a moment for him to turn from fierce to wronged: "You still lied to me, your injuries were caused by jumping off the sword cliff!"

"My surname is Gu, do you have a word of truth in your mouth!"

Gu Zhizhou lowered his eyes sadly, and couldn't think of half a reason.

He vaguely recalled the day when Fu Ziqiu threw Cang Lang off Duanjian Cliff, and left without looking back.He stood alone on the cliff and looked at it for a long time, and the shrill clang of the broken waves pierced his heart.

At that moment, Gu Zhizhou seemed to have completely lost his mind. The death of his master could not crush him, and the departure of Fu Ziqiu could not break him, but he wanted to be torn apart by this sword.

Then he jumped off.

The sword aura at the foot of the Broken Sword Cliff is full of sword auras. Thousands of years of waste swords are piled up here. An ordinary person will feel severe chest pain from the sharp and desolate sword aura when he takes a step closer, let alone a person who jumps off.

Probably because the pain was so extreme that even the senses were blurred, Gu Zhizhou stubbornly stepped on the sharp blade while being stunned by the invisible sword energy.

The white clothes were soaked in blood, the flesh was cut, and was quickly repaired by his own spiritual power.

The soles of the feet were covered in blood and flesh scratched by countless pieces of iron, and the new flesh rotted before it grew, but Gu Zhizhou didn't care.He has always been determined to go his own way, and even ten horses cannot be pulled back when he is stubborn.

Later, during the bloody torture, he collected all 18 yuan of iron pieces, and returned to the cliff with the last breath of spiritual energy.

When Huai Chu found him, Gu Zhizhou had almost lost his human appearance. There was no good flesh in his body, but he was holding on to a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron tightly in his arms and refused to let go, even if those sharp pieces of iron were on his body. The rotten flesh and blood scratched deeper, making him more painful, and he didn't let go.

Gu Zhizhou's voice became hoarse, and after a long time, he said: "... let go."

When it was the most difficult time, he tried his best and refused to let go, but now he finally caught hold of it, but he didn't dare to take it anymore.

"Is it that difficult?" Fu Ziqiu asked, "Is it really that difficult to admit that you have me in your heart?"

"I have you in my heart," Gu Zhizhou nodded: "You are my junior brother. Although you have been away from Jianmen for a hundred years, you grew up with me after all. I can't be indifferent to you."

He excused himself in the pain: "Canglang, I picked it up. I picked it up because I felt sorry for it, and because Canglang, like Xiaohe, was beaten by Master's hands. He left, and I picked it up. I don't want to see his mind being spoiled like this. I lied to you because I was afraid that you would think so much like you are now. As for liking..."

Gu Zhizhou smiled: "It's really hard for me to admit this."