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"Brother, since the sword is not filled with spirit, the sword is just a pile of scrap iron, so why should we worry about it? That day Jue Jian was Bi Luohua's nemesis, as long as the Tian Jue sword is there, Bai Shuge can't make trouble. We can also succeed retreated."

Wei Wuya's health is not as good as before, and the traveling all the way has made him overwhelmed. After discussing with the elders at the altar about the plan to defeat the enemy, he held the dinner and took his junior back to his bedroom.Seeing his pale face, Shi Wujiu felt distressed and couldn't help complaining: "Those elders usually think highly of themselves, but when it comes to this critical moment, they still need others to point them out."

"It's not that you don't know the situation in Sifang City. Since the disaster a thousand years ago, Sifang City has never been born again. The elders are used to living a comfortable life and don't want to care about worldly affairs. It is precisely because of this that Bai Shu Song caused such a big disaster."

After all, if they were as dedicated as before, they would not be completely unaware of Bai Shuge's frequent actions in Cangzhou.They just don't care about it.

"You have paid enough for Sifang City and Tianjue Sword." Shi Wujiu saw that Wei Wuya's figure was shaking a little, waved his hand to push back the guards outside the palace, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to hug him horizontally up.

"No blame! Don't be rude, here is..."

"You and I are about to leave anyway, and we don't care what those vain rituals are for." Shi Wujiu hugged him and walked in, Wei Wuya was really tired, leaning on his shoulder for a while and then a little dizzy sleepy.

"By the way, what happened to the spirit injection you just mentioned?"

"This matter is the top secret of Sifang City, but since we are all going to retire, it doesn't hurt to tell you."

Wei Wuya glanced lightly at Shi Wujiu, a trace of disappointment quietly floated in his eyes.But at the moment Shi Wujiu's thoughts are all on the matter of spirit injection, so naturally he didn't notice it.

"This spirit injection has been passed down from generation to generation by the high priest of Sifang City, so before I retire with you, I must first select a successor among the priests and teach him this method personally. The art of sword casting with blood and blood If there is no spiritual infusion by the priests of Sifang City, the heart of the sword cannot be condensed, so even if the sword is extremely sharp, it is just an ordinary weapon and cannot display divine power."

"Then how should the spirit be injected?"

Wei Wuya patted Shi Wujiu's hand, intentionally or unconsciously said: "You seem to have a lot of questions today?"

Shi Wujiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly stood up from Wei Wuya's side.He swayed slightly, and the blood on his face suddenly faded. Seeing this, Wei Wuya quickly stretched out his hand to hold him, but found that his hand was extremely cold.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face suddenly so ugly?"

"I……"

Shi Wujiu's expression seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and a smile slowly appeared on his stiff face: "No, I'm fine. Senior brother must be tired today, and it's not too late to discuss the selection of heirs and the spiritual injection tomorrow, you It's better to rest earlier and take good care of your body first."

When he said this, his tone was obviously flustered, Wei Wuya looked at him with a look of worry in his eyes.But he didn't point out anything, and let Shi Wujiu find an excuse and leave in a hurry.

In fact, he already understood in his heart that it would be futile to keep those who could not be kept, and all he could do now was to prevent him from making further mistakes.

Shi Wujiu walked out of the bedroom in a panic, the night outside the palace was dark, the biting cold wind passed through his body, as if piercing deeply into his flesh and bone marrow.

He pressed his chest, and walked unsteadily to the railing. This Sifang City is located on the top of the mountain in the extreme north, and it is the place closest to the sky in Cangzhou. Looking from the railing, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds under his feet. The wind howled, thus separating the sky and the world.

Shi Wujiu's body suddenly went limp, he leaned on the railing and sat down slumped, the cold sweat on his forehead was blown by the wind, making him feel even colder to the bone.In fact, it wasn't just his chest that hurt, he felt like his head was about to explode. There were countless voices and pictures disturbing his thoughts. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he obviously didn't want to ask many things. But the exit still said it.

He had too many questions today, but those were not what he really wanted to ask.He actually wanted to ask his senior brother about being tortured in Yan Prison, but for some reason, the last thing he said was the matter of spiritual injection.

Shi Wujiu, what happened to you?Why does this body seem to be out of my own control, being driven by others?

And right now, not far from him, Wei Wuya stood there silently, the worry and distress in his eyes made him look more and more fragile and thin, as if he couldn't stand the strong wind on the top of the mountain. After a few blows, it will turn into smoke and disperse.

His silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and his eyes seemed to be filled with wind and snow.

I want to ride the wind with you, but I am in the world.

Among the current priests in Sifang City, besides Shi Wujiu and Wei Wuya, there are eight people left.The understanding and aptitude of these eight people are all one in ten thousand, and the high priest of Sifang City is even more so.So how to choose is really a matter of caution.

Although Shi Wujiu has now been spared the death penalty, he is no longer among the priests of Sifang City, so he has no right to intervene in the selection of the successor of the high priest.Wei Wuya left him alone in the palace to prevent him from having conflicts with the elders again.

For some reason, after coming to Sifang City, Shi Wujiu's mind seems to be heavier than before.At night, he frequently dreamed of things he had foreseen, and one night he even woke up from the dream, and when he woke up, he found that his hands were strangling his brother's neck, which made him feel terrified.

All along, he didn't realize that he had become Bai Shuge's puppet invisibly, until that day when he uncontrollably asked about the spiritual injection, he suddenly realized that he was strange.

There are seals around the Sifang City, which somewhat affected Bai Shuge's soul-moving technique, and it was because of this that he became more and more aware that he could not completely get rid of Bai Shuge.

That monster planted an ineradicable seed in his heart, and it followed him like a shadow, even if he was thousands of miles away, he could still control himself.

And what happened that night was a warning, Bai Shuge was warning himself that if he continued to resist, he would let himself kill his brother.

It turned out that they had no pastoral land to retreat to, and they could only drift ups and downs in the bloody wind of the rivers and lakes until the day when they were wiped out.

There is a bamboo sea behind Wei Wuya's bedroom, which is the only oasis on the top of the snow mountain.Wei Wuya and Shi Wujiu's master lived in seclusion in this bamboo sea.The master is over a hundred years old, and he no longer cares about the affairs of the city. Although he is old, he is full of energy, but his memory is always missing, and many things are not clear. Only these two disciples always remember In fact, especially Shi Wujiu, every day when Wei Wuya came to see him, he would always ask about this little apprentice who made him worry.But now Shi Wujiu is standing in front of him, but he can't recognize him anymore.

In the bamboo sea, a snow-haired old man is leaning on the bamboo chair to bask in the sun, Shi Wujiu knelt beside him, while making tea for him, while gently fanning him with a fan.

"Why didn't Wu Ya come to greet me today, and who are you? I haven't seen you before."

Shi Wujiu smiled, brought tea to the master, "Senior brother is busy in the city these days, so I asked me to pay his respects on his behalf."

"You call him Senior Brother? I only have two disciples, how could I not recognize you? Don't just call him Senior Brother casually, he only has one Junior Brother, Wu Jiu."

Shi Wujiu knew that the master was confused, but he didn't argue, just quietly stood by the master's side, watching him calmly fall asleep in the warm sunshine.

When he really fell asleep, Shi Wujiu sighed very lightly, bent down and leaned on the master's lap and said softly:

"Master, I've lived in vain for so many years, and I didn't realize how wrong I was until now. But I think it's too late to look back."

"Master, in order to atone for my sins, senior brother suffered a whole year of torture in the Fire Prison. It was the Fire Prison. I don't even dare to think about how he spent that year. I only thought that what I did Everything was to get him out of the cage and return him to freedom, but in the end the person who really hurt me was myself.”

While Shi Wujiu was talking, he suddenly felt a pair of hands caressing the top of his hair.That hand was still generous and warm, and suddenly he couldn't help the heat in his eyes, and he called out in a trembling voice: "Master!"

The master didn't actually wake up, it was just his habitual action.When I was young, every time my brother scolded me for being lazy in my practice, I would come to my master and cry.He likes to hide himself in his arms like a cat, to prevent his senior brother from scolding him.

He hasn't recalled those past times for too long. He thought that many things had passed and he didn't need to look back. Until now, he was lying on his master's lap, looking at the eternal bamboo forest in front of him, smelling the bamboo forest in the bamboo forest. The scent of tea filled the air, and he realized what he had missed.

"Master, senior brother has promised to go back to the countryside with me. When we settle down, can we take your old man there too?"

The master didn't speak, he slept comfortably and quietly, time seemed to stop around him, leaving all the good memories at this moment.

Shi Wujiu stood up slowly, he brushed off the dew and fallen bamboo on the corner of his clothes, stretched out his hand to caress the master's snowy hair blown by the mountain wind, when he was about to turn around and leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed .

"No fault."

He hurriedly looked back, only to see that the master was still half asleep, but he said softly in his dream: "Come back early, the master misses you very much."

Shi Wujiu was startled, a tear left in the corner of his eye was suddenly blown away by the wind blowing on his face.He looked at the hand that was holding him, and the voices that had been lingering in his mind gradually disappeared.

He has never been so conscious like this moment, as if the world is so quiet that only he is left.