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

49.

Fu Ziqiu was protected by Long Xiao, and his eyes were covered with a soft golden light.He stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched the inverted scale in front of him.

The shape of the crescent is slightly different from the color of other scales, it is lighter and seems to be colder.

Everyone said: "The reverse scale of the dragon, if you touch it, you will die."

This old dragon who has lived for thousands of years in life and death seems to have no such taboo, he obediently, even affectionately let Fu Ziqiu's movements go.For a moment his senses were dulled, and all his attention was focused on that hand.A little bit of subtle feeling is infinitely magnified, and this kind of situation seems to have been experienced at the other end of the years. It has been too long, and I almost forget the state of mind at that time.

After crossing the realm of gods and ghosts and crossing the Ruoshui River, Long Xiao stopped on a mountain.

The mountain is a fairy mountain, but it is not a fairyland.

He landed on the ground as an adult, and he couldn't avoid facing Fu Ziqiu's face.

The rumors are true, God of War Long Xiao is full of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust.As soon as he touched the ground, he took a step back and put his hands behind his back.

Fu Ziqiu was stabbed by Zhen Ling, and he was seriously injured.As soon as the strength supporting him disappeared, he was on the verge of falling and couldn't stand on his feet.

Long Xiao had no choice but to help him up again.

This time Fu Ziqiu refused, he just pushed and said, "I can do it myself."

Long Xiao paused for a moment, then evoked a slight smile.

In fact, Gu Zhizhou didn't smile often, and when he laughed, he sneered.Most of the time, he always has a straight face and looks very difficult to mess with.The eyes are always cold and sharp, and the facial contours are sharp and angular, as if they were carved horizontally and vertically with a sharp pen tip.

But Long Xiao was different. He looked at people peacefully, his eyes were like water, and his facial features were very soft.The natural warmth and demeanor will not take away half of his shabby clothes, but instead make him more generous and stable.He is like a finely carved porcelain, which has been polished countless times, no matter which side it touches, it is delicate and smooth.

Fu Ziqiu looked at the face in front of him in a daze, it was at least seven points similar to Gu Zhizhou, and the three points of difference were due to his temperament.The two diametrically opposed temperaments separated them into two completely different people.If you don't know the connection between the two, it's really hard to connect them just by looking at their faces.

Fu Ziqiu withdrew his gaze, it might not be a good thing if the distinction is too clear, just like he is now, he can't use this face to talk and comfort him.

Gu Zhizhou is part of Long Xiao, but Long Xiao is not Gu Zhizhou.

Fu Ziqiu looked around: "Where is this?"

"Human world." Long Xiao casually snapped off a leaf, and turned it into a new suit with a flick of his hand, replacing the original one: "This place is called Fanyun, and there is a deep valley under the mountain, also named Fanyun."

Fanyun Valley, the place where Long Xiao was born.

"I just woke up, and my spiritual power is disordered. The cypress here can help me adjust my breath."

Fu Ziqiu nodded, thinking about Feng Ya, why Long Xiao was alive, but the man disappeared: "Where is Feng Ya?"

As soon as these words came out, Long Xiao was silent for a moment, his face like a jade sculpture showed sporadic sadness: "Feng Ya went to accompany Yan Ru."

Fu Ziqiu was actually prepared, so he was not very surprised.Feng Ya's spiritual power was almost exhausted, like an old man who was dying, every breath he exhaled was a gift from God.If there is anything that supports him to live to this day, it is probably the idea of ​​resurrecting Long Xiao.That's why he was so impatient, because he was afraid that he would return to Lihen first, and no one would sacrifice his life to save Long Xiao.

Fu Ziqiu was too ruthless towards Feng Ya's passing, probably unable to understand Feng Ya's crazy persistence, and still caring about his deception and use of Gu Zhizhou.

The two were silent for a while, and Long Xiao pointed to the thatched hut on the top of the mountain: "Go there and rest for a while."

Fu Ziqiu responded and followed Long Xiao's footsteps.Blood was coming out of several holes on his body, but his complexion was already fair, and he was wearing a red dress, which was actually the best cover.

Long Xiao didn't catch up with Fu Ziqiu's stabbing by the heart demon, so he thought he was not seriously injured.Coupled with the embarrassment of not being able to speak clearly between the two, Rao, the god of war who was once wise and eloquent, pretended to be deaf and dumb for the time being, so as to walk ahead in a calm and breezy manner.

He kindly introduced it to others: "Here is protected by fairies and demons do not invade. There are few people on the mountain, and there is only a pagoda halfway up the mountain for the people below to burn incense and worship. So it is very safe here, we can stay here temporarily, Wait until my spiritual power is fully restored..."

The footsteps of the person following behind staggered and hit the back shoulder.

Long Xiao immediately turned around and caught Fu Ziqiu who fell down.When he tilted his head, he saw the sweat on his forehead first, and at this moment, he didn't care about etiquette, and touched Fu Ziqiu's body with his hand, which was bloody red.

"Aqiu!" Long Xiao blurted out an exclamation, "Where did you get hurt?"

Fu Ziqiu frowned in resistance: "...let go."

Long Xiao, the god of war who had been on the battlefield, killed demons, beheaded monsters, and even could tear himself apart when he became crazy, had never seen any big scenes, but his body froze because of these two words.

He was holding that face that couldn't tell if it was true or false, and stared at Fu Ziqiu motionlessly.

Clearly, plainly, there was undisguised resistance on that face.

Long Xiao started to have a headache again, as if a little ghost was tossing and turning in his mind.

He calmly exhaled lightly, the turbulent emotions were suppressed in his heart, and the powerless and heavy feeling that he hadn't experienced for a long time turned into angular stones, beating up and down in his chest cavity, bumping against each other. Wherever you go, it hurts.

Long Xiao raised the corners of his lips and smiled apologetically.He retracted his hand politely, took a step back, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

·

I don't know how many years no one set foot in the thatched hut. As soon as the door was opened, there was a musty smell, and thick dust fell out from the crack of the door. Long Xiao raised his sleeve to block Fu Ziqiu, but he fell all over.

Fu Ziqiu was choked and suppressed coughing twice.

Standing at the door, Long Xiao condensed a little light on his fingertips and popped it out, and the inside and outside of the house suddenly took on a new look.

He followed Fu Ziqiu into the house, the hut was simple and crude, the bed was just a thin quilt on a hard board, it was disgusting to look at.Long Xiao asked Fu Ziqiu to sit by the bed first, took out a thick winter quilt from the cabinet and spread it on it, and then said: "The conditions are not good, let's make do with it first."

Fu Ziqiu shook his head and closed his eyes weakly: "You go out."

Long Xiao has been fighting for many years, there are so many immortal doctors on the battlefield, so he learned to deal with some sword wounds, so he didn't think too much, said: "I have a little knowledge of medicine, I can help you..."

"Get out." Fu Ziqiu interrupted him.

Long Xiao was startled slightly, his lips parted a little, as if he wanted to say something.But the people sitting there were too determined, and probably hated him.The etiquette engraved in his bones made Long Xiao unable to make any tough moves, and he never knew what it meant to be "difficult for others" all his life.

So he took a step back, took another step, carefully closed the door, and then leaned against the old wooden door and said: "I'm right outside, call me if you have anything to do."

Naturally, there was no response. Long Xiao sat down against the wall at the door, his long hair covered in dust on his chest, and he patted it.

The chaos when he first woke up gradually dissipated, and the moment he opened his eyes and saw Feng Ya, the God of War, who had always been flattered or humiliated, was startled.Probably because he didn't expect to be able to come back after 800 years of death, and he didn't expect that the first sentence he heard when he came back from the dead was "sorry" from the old enemy.

That was also Feng Ya's last sentence in this world, he said: "The river you want is Qinghaiyan, the age and abundance, you should do it yourself."

If he was right, Long Xiao had been upright all his life, he was right for his parents' high hopes, he was right for all beings in the three realms, aside from the demons who interfered, the only ones who could make him feel guilty were the two.

One is Feng Ya, if he hadn't dragged him into this muddy water, this person would probably come and go freely, and he would have been in the world long ago.

one left……

Long Xiao clutched his forehead, the memory of Gu Zhizhou was still churning in his mind.All kinds of emotions mixed together, which made him miserable.

In fact, there is no need for this, Long Xiao shook his head, looking at the closed door in front of him.

Whether it is the past or the future, some people are destined to be entangled with each other for life and death, but when the timing is wrong, loyalty is difficult.In the past, I was for the sake of the common people in the world. Although I had to, I was also a disappointment.Now, that person has re-entered the samsara, forgetting his past, and to him, he is just the same person as Gu Zhizhou.

He's still a villain, after all, he was the one who took Gu Zhizhou's soul by force.

Fu Ziqiu should hate him to the core.

With his forehead pressed against the door, Long Xiao sighed softly.

It is not easy to reshape the physical body, and the natural divine power is even more exhausting at this time.Long Xiao is not a newborn baby, the returning spiritual power has to re-adapt to this body, rioting and running around, the spiritual power is like a torrential flood washing over every tendon of his body.One can imagine the pain of stretching and straightening those meridians of flesh and blood that have been curled up and folded for 800 years.

Probably because the leader is used to fighting, he can't show weakness on the battlefield, he has suffered multiple injuries without showing it, and he has practiced his kung fu of not changing his face after going back and forth.

Long Xiao used to live so repressed and tolerant that everyone regarded him as the undefeated God of War.

But there is no savior in this world, who was born as a god, but also has unspeakable pain.

He suddenly began to miss those years when he was Gu Zhizhou, laughing and cursing, and would punish anyone who didn't like him.He is alive with flesh and blood, with character, integrity, desire for what he can't get, and greed that can be uttered.

Most importantly, he can stand beside that person openly, without worrying about being criticized, and no one will stare at him.

Ah Qiu.

Long Xiao curled up his fingers. After a long time, he couldn't catch the person he didn't catch back then. Fu Ziqiu didn't want to touch him anymore.

·

The house is so quiet, there is no movement at all.

Long Xiao couldn't help but listen, holding his breath, not even breathing.

Feeling anxious in the chaos, he stood up, knocked on the door and asked softly, "Ziqiu? Do you want to help?"

There was no response from the other side, Long Xiao asked again: "Can I go in and see you?"

"Ziqiu?"

From knocking on the door to knocking on the door, according to Fu Ziqiu's temperament that he hates him so much now, if he was still awake, he would have cursed a long time ago.

Long Xiao didn't hesitate anymore, and pushed the door open.

On the bed, Fu Ziqiu was lying there in Heyi, with his eyes closed, his lips were gray and white.And on his body, wisps of black devilish energy were lingering on the wound, and the spiritual pulse stirring inside could be vaguely seen.

Long Xiao's face sank, and he scattered those things with his palm.

This person is really good enough, he would rather use this sinister "injury replacement technique" than allow himself to heal his injuries.

The so-called replacement of wounds is nothing more than tearing down the east wall to mend the west wall, poking one wound elsewhere, and drawing spiritual power and essence | blood to mend the other.In the end, most of them were bruised all over.

Long Xiao hadn't been angry for many years. His self-control and temper had always been good, and he could look past the troublesome things, but this reckless person in front of him really irritated him.

Long Xiao sat down by the bed and saw that Fu Ziqiu was in a deep sleep.Simply throwing away those so-called proprieties, he stretched out his hand and untied his clothes.

Only when he touched it did he realize that the cloth on Fu Ziqiu's chest was already soaked, and the blood was thick and heavy, and it was hidden by the color of the clothes so that people could not see it.

Long Xiao frowned slightly, lifted his collar and looked in, only to see a sudden blood hole on his snow-white chest.His fingertips shrank suddenly, and Long Xiao took a deep breath when he saw the wound.

What the hell does this guy do?Being stabbed by Zhenling's sword, but he has endured it silently until now?

Blame it all around, and finally blame yourself.

It's still to blame for his carelessness, why didn't he see that Fu Ziqiu was seriously injured.

Zhen Ling is not an ordinary sword. In the early years, he followed Long Xiao to kill and drink blood, and later suppressed the demons in the hell realm full of evil spirits for 800 years. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fierce sword.

Long Xiao's face darkened, he glanced at that pale face, and rolled up his sleeves.

The slender arm suddenly glowed with golden light, and a shallow layer of scales emerged. Long Xiao caught one with his nails, and with a little force, he managed to pull it off abruptly.

He put the dragon scale on Fu Ziqiu's wound, and the small piece immediately melted into the flesh, and the flowing blood stopped immediately.

Long Xiao's expression softened a little, one piece after another the dragon scales were pulled off by the master mercilessly, forming the hardest|hardest armor in the world on Fu Ziqiu's chest, and then submerged silently into the skin.

The wound gradually smoothed out, but Long Xiao's left forearm was pitted and ugly.Removing the armor should be painful, one arm can no longer be lifted, and even the fingers are trembling slightly.

But Long Xiao's face was as calm as ever, except for the temples that were wet with cold sweat, it almost gave people the illusion that he didn't know the pain at all.

Then, he stretched out two fingers to touch the center of Fu Ziqiu's eyebrows, guiding out the evil energy in his body little by little.

A red acacia flower slowly floated on Fu Ziqiu's forehead. Since the heart demon was broken and born, this flower that only half bloomed all year round finally bloomed.

Long Xiao watched, his eyes gradually softened.

It was the seal he made with his own hands before he decided to die, a long live and safe amulet.

From dusk to dawn, a thatched hut on a lonely mountain was illuminated all night with golden light.

When Long Xiao finally stopped, his face was even uglier than the one lying on the bed.But he suddenly smiled and let out a long sigh of relief.

Long Xiao stayed by the bed for a long time, and as if thinking of something, he took out a black iron ring from his front lapel.

Back then, Long Xiao personally handed over this ring, which symbolizes the identity of the Demon Lord and can communicate with both yin and yang, to Feng Ya, hoping that he can guard the hell way for him and suppress the demons in his heart.After going around in circles, Feng Ya returned it to him.

Long Xiaoduan looked in his hand, took Fu Ziqiu's hand on his side, and put it on carefully.

There is nothing unusual about this ring, it was transformed by a dragon tendon from Long Xiao.There are treasures everywhere on Shenlong's body, and the tendons and veins can exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil spirits.The heart demon has been born, and the meaning of the existence of Shura Dao is gone.Just put the ring on Fu Ziqiu, in the future, if he...

Forget it, I don't want to.

Long Xiao stood up and pulled the quilt over Fu Ziqiu.

Next to the pillow was a peace talisman, which fell from Fu Ziqiu's body when he undressed.

He picked it up, walked slowly back to the door, and sat down on the threshold.

The peace talisman is made of cypress on Baizhu Island. Although it is not as spiritual as the cypress on Fanyun Mountain, it is still considered a god.It was probably because Gu Zhizhou was nourished and conceived by the cypress of the heavenly god, and had the same root as the cypress tree. When he gave it to Fu Ziqiu, he injected some spiritual power into it. By accident, it became a witness of Fu Ziqiu's life for many years.

Long Xiao was so tired that he felt a little relaxed holding the peace talisman.No matter how hard he worked in his previous life, he never let up, but now, he just sat by the door and fell asleep.