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

42.

Gu Zhizhou woke up from the dream, most of the powerlessness in his body disappeared, presumably the bowl of medicine had an effect.

The room was very quiet, and there was no sign of another person.I looked out the window at the sky, it was dark, it was probably late at night.

Gu Zhizhou was a little thirsty, he slowly got off the bed, and stretched his back when he got up, it was indeed much better than during the day.

He put on his shoes and moved outside, picked up the blue and white porcelain pot and poured a glass of water.Gu Zhizhou held the glass, walked around while drinking, drank the glass of water, turned back to pour another glass, walked around the room, and sure enough, Fu Ziqiu was not there.

In the middle of the night, where did you go?

Could it be to avoid suspicion by not sleeping in the same room with him?

Most likely because he was busy with other things, Fu Ziqiu was not so hypocritical.

After sleeping for a day and a night, Gu Zhizhou finally regained his energy and his face became rosy.He put on a coat, the black one that Fu Ziqiu often wears.

During the long night, Gu Zhizhou sat by the bed bored for a while, looking at the furnishings in the house by the dim candlelight, and finally settled on the painting hanging on the wall.

He looked at it for a long time, imagining how Fu Ziqiu felt when he made this painting, and what he was thinking at that time.

Fu Ziqiu told him that no matter how hard the future is, don't be afraid, he will stand where he can see, waiting for him forever.

For 100 years, Fu Ziqiu has held on for 100 years with hopeless feelings, no matter if he was hurt or let down, even today, he can still say such words.At this point, he turned his head to comfort himself, the bastard who once abandoned his sincerity like a shoe.

Gu Zhizhou admitted that he was an asshole.If Fu Ziqiu hadn't left back then, he might have done more bastard things.

In fact, those so-called pride and self-esteem are fundamentally vulnerable in the face of feelings.What Fu Ziqiu never imagined in his dreams was that Gu Zhizhou really went to him later.

That was the fifth year after Fu Ziqiu left.

After jumping off Broken Sword Cliff, Gu Zhizhou's spiritual power was almost exhausted, except his face and neck were all bloody.

In just one month, he dragged his seriously injured body to deal with the outsiders who came to attack him and the unconvinced elders inside.At that time, anyone with long eyes could tell that Gu Zhizhou was not in good condition, but this also encouraged their desire to take advantage of the fire.

Gu Zhizhou kept silent about his injuries. Others only said that he had lost his master and left his junior brother. The blow was too heavy and he became depressed. Only Huai Chu knew the real situation.During that time, Gu Zhizhou was very thin, his cheeks were sunken as if cut by a knife, and he was wrapped in thick gauze all day long, one layer was not enough, he soaked in blood when he moved a little, and stained his coat.So I wrapped the second layer and the third layer until the bleeding stopped.

In order to fight, he drank even the most bitter medicine, the bowl that Fu Ziqiu gave him yesterday was nothing at all.

But in just a few days, how can he regain his spiritual power?It's just that Huai Chu stuffed him with one after another, and it looked like it was full of spiritual power, but it was actually empty inside.Every time I use my spiritual power, it will come back ten times later.During the day, Gu Zhizhou had a great time playing, but every night, he would lie on the bed like mud, feeling tired even in the blink of an eye.

Besides, there are so many masters in the heavens, Gu Zhizhou is really so strong, can he beat everyone back?It's just killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself by eight hundred.With all his might, he was so red-eyed that he drove him away in the end, but he didn't get any benefit.Every time the gauze was removed, it was soaked in blood, because the wrapping was too thick, the wound was festered and inflamed, and could not heal for a long time.

But these people have eyes and no heart, and they want to slander Gu Zhizhou's reputation when they lose the fight.It is said that he kills like hemp, is tyrannical by nature, and bullies the immortal friends at will based on his own cultivation level. After a long time, the rumors have changed, and in the end it became Gu Zhizhou who singled out hundreds of immortal families and beat them to pieces. , I have nothing to do with myself.

So everyone respects him and stays away from him, even when they see him, they avoid him.

When all these people were finally driven away, Gu Zhizhou's breath was almost gone.Claiming to close Jianmen for three years to clean up the door is actually recuperating.After finally regaining his health, he became restless again, holding a pile of scrap iron all day long, flipping through ancient books day and night, trying to mend it.

Later, he really found a way to restore the Excalibur. At that time, he had just been lifted by Huai Chu, and he couldn't wait to go to the top of Qiongshan.The wind and snow are raging there all the year round. On the top of the mountain there is a spar formed by the mountain snow for thousands of years. It is said that it can cast tendons, shape bones and flesh, and it is perfect for repairing the waves.

Crystal stones are not difficult to find, but the environment of Qiongshan Mountain is harsh, and there are four ancient beasts guarding the top of the mountain forever. It is not easy for Gu Zhizhou, who is recovering from serious injuries, to plan some stones from above.But he did it anyway, fighting against the violent wind and snow for three days and three nights, half of the four beasts were killed by him, and he finally got his wish and took away a small piece of spar.

His body, which had just recovered, was severely injured again. For the first time, Gu Zhizhou was scolded by Huai Chu pointing at his head, and for the first time, he did not reply.Afterwards, while recuperating from his injuries, he started to repair Canglang, refined the spar according to the method in the book, and glued back the broken 18-yuan scrap iron with his own hands.

On the day Canglang was repaired, he was overjoyed. He had never been so happy in his life.

Gu Zhizhou carried Cang Lang to the bank of Ruoshui River in a feverish manner.

He wanted to find Fu Ziqiu with the sword and tell him——Aqiu, I repaired your sword, come back soon.Senior brother won't hurt your heart anymore, as long as you come back, I won't avoid you anymore, we are still the same as before.

I also want to tell him——Aqiu, it's all my seniors' fault. I've figured it out after you've been away for a few years. I don't hate you, and I don't dislike you.I'm like you, and I like you too.

When Gu Zhizhou got on the boat heading towards Shura Dao, his blood boiled almost the whole time.

Because he will soon be able to pick up his Aqiu.

But when he arrived outside the realm of gods and ghosts, the cheers were deafening from the inside out.

They were shouting: "Li Cheng, congratulations to Lord Mozun for being born again."

Like a pot of cold water being poured on the head, the fiery heart instantly cooled to ice.

Gu Zhizhou's lips trembled, his pupils shrank uncontrollably, but he hugged Cang Lang in his arms even harder.

The boat swayed on the water, and he suddenly fell back from the dream to the tragic reality, his heart was so painful that it almost burst, Gu Zhizhou lay on the side of the boat, throwing up his stomach and intestines.

Then he frantically told Bai Weng, who was on the boat, to go back.

The cheers became smaller and smaller behind him, and Gu Zhizhou got farther and farther away from Fu Ziqiu.

That day was the day when Fu Ziqiu succeeded as the Taoist Master Asura.Thousands of ghosts worshiped him, and he was pushed to the throne of the demon king after being revived from the dead.But they didn't know that there was once a person who came to him with all his heart, wanting to take him away.At the last moment, he ran away unexpectedly.

To this day, he still avoids that piece of weak water.

In the dark city of Maitreya, a little light seemed to flow out.

Lost eyes focused little by little, Gu Zhizhou stared at the light and shadow in the crack of the window, and smiled.

Naturally, he would not tell Fu Ziqiu about these things, not now, nor in the future.

At that time, Gu Zhizhou was too stupid, like possessed by a demon, went crazy for five years, and was beaten back to his original form by a loud cry.He knew that there were some things he could say, and some things he couldn't. To this day, he didn't want Fu Ziqiu to feel that he owed him anything.

If he really had to be ashamed, the one who should be ashamed should be him, Gu Zhizhou.

After all, from the beginning to the end, hurting others and oneself, regardless of the cause and effect, should be blamed.

Gu Zhizhou suppressed his smile, and looked back at the messy bed that he slept on.This bedroom belongs to Fu Ziqiu, so this bed is naturally the one he sleeps on day and night.

Gu Zhizhou dragged the quilt over, rubbed his forehead against the soft fabric, and sniffed it lightly.

Leaving from the realm of gods and ghosts that time, Shura Dao seemed to have become his nightmare. For 100 years, Fu Ziqiu has never set foot in the heaven, nor has he been an inch closer to Ruo Shui.

Until some time ago, I went to the demon world.

Gu Zhizhou sighed, turned around and folded the quilt, stretched the wrinkled bed sheet with both hands, stroked all the way to the edge of the bed, and arranged the cloth evenly and neatly.Finally, I patted the pillow and straightened it.

A string of light blue tassels protruded from under the pillow.

Gu Zhizhou paused, feeling that this thing looked familiar.

He slept on it for a whole day, but he didn't even feel that there was something hidden under it.So without hesitation, he grabbed the tassel and pulled it out, and a half-finger-long white wooden sign hit the back of his hand.

Gu Zhizhou froze, staring at the thing in his hand.

A small piece, like white jade.Peace is engraved on the front and Joy on the back.It was polished from the ling cypress on Baizhu Island to ward off evil and exorcise evil spirits. It was made by Gu Zhizhou himself, and it was a birthday present for Fu Ziqiu.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Fu Ziqiu still kept it.

Mostly it was placed under the pillow day and night, and it could be touched as soon as you stretched out your hand. I don't know how many times it has been rubbed repeatedly. The words engraved on the safety talisman have almost been smoothed, leaving only the shallowest circle of marks.It is not difficult to see that its owner is still merciful, not wanting to ruin this good thing in his own hands, so he refrained from touching the surface, and instead the tassels under the pinch were frayed.

Gu Zhizhou stretched out his index finger and drew a tactic on the peace talisman. The faint blue light condensed on the white jade-like wood, and soon projected in front of him. It was an illusory image, gray and white——Gu Zhizhou more than 100 years ago, combing his hair With a high ponytail, she appeared in the phantom with a radiant look.

Green and immature, like the rising sun in the east.

"Aqiu."

The real Gu Zhizhou moved his lips, and the voice and phantom overlapped.

Teenagers can't say extravagant and beautiful words, and every word is the most sincere congratulations.

"I wish you peace and joy every year, brother will always be your backer, happy birthday."

Gu Zhizhou is like this, his mean mouth is very annoying, and anyone who sees him wants to slap him.But once in a while, he reveals this bit of sincerity, simple and unadorned, and anyone who sees him wants to hold him in the palm of his hand.

At the end of the phantom, Gu Zhizhou gave Fu Ziqiu a big smile.At that time, they were ignorant of the world, and they did not expect many hardships and hardships in the future, and the separation seemed far away.They are bright and bright, full of confidence and hope for the future.

Gu Zhizhou lowered his head, put his elbows on his knees, arched his painful back, and pressed his forehead to the smooth wood.

Thinking about it now, at that time they were like a pair of moths who didn't know the way forward, flapping their wings eagerly.But time and time again, they got closer to the fire, and finally there was a "boom", and both sides were burned to ashes.

Gu Zhizhou was probably relieved because he was hurt by seeing things.

There is a spiritual acupuncture point in the middle of the fairy's forehead, which is the gathering point and source of spiritual power in the whole body.The acacia on the forehead of Fu Ziqiu in his original form is the spiritual acupoint, but for a god like Gu Zhizhou, the spiritual acupoint has no specific shape and will not be revealed, at most it will glow when the spiritual power is poured into it.

The spiritual power he had just put on the peace talisman hadn't dissipated yet, the two phases collided under this touch, and the spirit in the spiritual cave poured into the peace talisman like an ocean.

Gu Zhizhou came to his senses and quickly put the things away.

But when he raised his head, the phantom in front of him suddenly changed to another scene——

The angle of view is from bottom to top, so Gu Zhizhou saw Fu Ziqiu's magnified face at a glance. His eyes were dull and he was fascinated.

He just looked at the things in his hands with that kind of eyes, the naked love and love, the pain that cannot be obtained, and the endless longing.

For unknown reasons, this psychic peace talisman actually records the details of Fu Ziqiu's life for a hundred years.

Gu Zhizhou didn't know that the peace talisman made of Lingbai had this function, and Fu Ziqiu probably didn't know either.

Many scenes in front of me are changing, counting backwards.Fu Ziqiu didn't carry the peace talisman with him all the time, but put it under his pillow most of the time.He only came out quietly in the dead of night, sometimes lying on the bed, sometimes curled up in a chair, he just looked at the things Gu Zhizhou left him motionless, his eyes were empty.

Only when he was drunk, all the suppressed emotions burst out suddenly, gloom, sadness, sorrow, pain, those unforgettable memories that grew in the flesh and blood tortured Fu Ziqiu beyond words.

And as time goes on, these emotions that need to be lulled by alcohol are not always well covered.That was probably when Fu Ziqiu first came to Asura Dao——

Gu Zhizhou saw that Fu Ziqiu often locked himself in the room to study ink and paint, and spread the paper all over the floor. Gu Zhizhou in various shapes, laughing, cursing, angry, and making ugly faces, were lifelike.

Then, Fu Ziqiu cast a little spell on the painting.The people on the paper suddenly became three-dimensional, as if the room was filled with sculptures, their expressions and movements had already been frozen.Gu Zhizhou couldn't move or speak, but he had a pair of eyes looking at Fu Ziqiu.

When Fu Ziqiu walked among so many Gu Zhizhous, he didn't see the random flowers gradually becoming charming, but he was almost morbidly satisfied.

He started laughing, leaning back and forth, his laughing body went limp and fell to the ground.When tears welled up in his eyes, he was still laughing, while Gu Zhizhou, who was surrounded by crowds, looked down at the suffering people at his feet, without waves, without comfort or sarcasm, the world was so quiet that only one person's madness could be heard.

When the laughter turned to whimpers, the dummies seemed to be moved.No matter which angle you look at, although the expressions on the face are different, the eyes suddenly soften.Pitiful, sympathetic, compassionate, Fu Ziqiu felt that each one was mocking his absurdity.

So he retracted his hand, and the dummy returned to the painting.Fu Ziqiu got up from the ground and picked them up one by one. Big drops of tears fell on the paper, and the thick ink stains faded away, blurring the familiar face.He reached out to wipe it, but it became more and more dirty, the black ink stained his hands, and the painting was ruined.Fu Ziqiu finally collapsed, curled up on the ground clutching a thick stack of papers, and wept silently.

Gu Zhizhou stretched out his hand, and seemed to touch the Fu Ziqiu who was dying of pain many years ago through the void.

It felt like a pinprick in my heart, and the wind was leaking through the fine and dense holes, and I couldn't even breathe smoothly.

When the screen changed, it was the day when Fu Ziqiu ascended the Demon King's position.Lanterns and festoons were decorated inside and outside the Asura Dao, and the always dark Demon Dao was lit up.

The peace talisman was hung on Fu Ziqiu's waist, and he couldn't see his expression, but he could see how grand the ghosts were worshiping below.

The emperors in the world are nothing more than that, and even the emperor of heaven did not have such pomp when he came to the throne.

This was the closest Gu Zhizhou was to Fu Ziqiu after Broken Sword Cliff.Before I got close, I heard bursts of cheers, and now it was in front of my eyes, it was really as shocking as I imagined.

Going forward, Fu Ziqiu was born again.

Gu Zhizhou only knows that it takes a mortal person to go through calamities to become a fairy, and he has also heard that to go from a fairy to a demon, one must first break the bones of the fairy.

He never thought about how Fu Ziqiu cut off his celestial fate and stepped into the path of the devil. If he wants to become a devil, he must kill himself first.

As long as this sentence is pondered in his mind for a while, Gu Zhizhou's breathing becomes uncontrollable.

The person who grew up with him, quarreled and fought with him, and practiced martial arts and swords together, was a living person, and one day, he turned into a cold corpse.Even if Gu Zhizhou knew clearly, he just fell asleep temporarily and would wake up soon.But the feeling of parting from life and death is not fake, just like the current Fu Ziqiu, who has thoughts and memories, can run, jump, talk and breathe, he has a heartbeat, but his blood is cold, and his whole body is cold .

Therefore, when Fu Ziqiu appeared in front of him covered in blood, Gu Zhizhou broke out in a cold sweat.

He stood up in a "chuckle", thinking of Fu Ziqiu's red dress, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and he had to hold them tightly to restrain himself a little.

But it couldn't be any better. The feeling that something important in his life was forcibly taken away from his soul drove him crazy.

But this kind of Fu Ziqiu didn't last long. After all, Gu Zhizhou couldn't see the whole ceremony from life to death, and life to death.The peace talisman was held in the palm of Fu Ziqiu's hand, as if it would give him the strength to resist all life and death difficulties.

Gu Zhizhou could feel Fu Ziqiu's pain, and a small groan came to his ears.The dense darkness in front of his eyes told him that Fu Ziqiu was holding the peace talisman very hard for a long time, until the darkness in his sight loosened and a little light appeared.

With a "boom", Gu Zhizhou's heart fell into the boundless darkness, and the heart-piercing pain hit overwhelmingly.

He knew that it was Fu Ziqiu who died.

Gu Zhizhou pressed his heart with difficulty, panting heavily with his head down.In his life, he had slain countless demons and demons, but he had very little compassion.It seems that he was born without the ability to empathize. For so many years, except when the master died, he was hardly touched by life and death.

But at this moment, Gu Zhizhou truly experienced what it means to be heartbroken like a knife.

It's too uncomfortable, that's the person Gu Zhizhou would rather sacrifice himself to protect.Appearing in the illusion like this, dying simply and powerlessly, and I can only watch, because this massacre is too far away, 100 years away, and I don't even have the chance to reach out.

Gu Zhizhou didn't want to watch it anymore, he took a deep breath, and a spiritual light appeared on his fingertips, ready to close the phantom.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

The spiritual power gathered at the fingertips was suddenly annihilated, like the morning mist scattered.

Gu Zhizhou held his breath involuntarily, and stared at the person who appeared in the phantom with his eyes wide open.