Slag Reconstruction System

When he woke up the next day, he immediately met a pair of deer-like wet eyes.

Blinking slowly, Xing Wufeng's voice was nasal, "Zi'er, why are you here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a little uncomfortable in his throat. He probably caught a cold after tossing around in the prison.

Xie Zi looked at him with resentment, pursed his lips, and said, "Master, is this really the end between us?"

Only then did Xing Wufeng remember the unfeeling words he had said to Xie Zi before, in order not to give Xie Zi hope, he looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Zi'er, there is only a teacher-student relationship left between us. gone."

The boy took a step back, his eyes were filled with pain, and his lips trembled.

"Master, can you tell me what I did wrong, and I'll correct it." He clutched his chest, his face was pale, and his figure was a little shaky.

Xing Wufeng continued to be expressionless, "It's not your problem, it's the teacher's problem. I should have been with you without clarifying my heart."

He sat up, barely avoiding the sad and desperate eyes of the young man.

Hey, I thought Xie Zi was Xiao Han at first, but now it seems that I must have made a mistake from the beginning.

Hearing this, Xie Zi couldn't believe it, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, did you fall in love with someone else?"

He obviously misunderstood the meaning of the man's words.

Xing Wufeng opened his mouth, just about to explain, but then he thought, isn't this a good reason to make Xie Zi give up, so he slowly closed his eyes and nodded.

Xie Zi seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak.

Obviously a few days ago, he was still immersed in happiness all day long, but it's only been a few days, when he opened his eyes, the sky has changed.

He fell from heaven to hell in one fell swoop.

The young man smiled wryly, and said: "Master, I already knew that you have always liked Brother Luo Chen. I don't mind you liking him. I just want to be by your side. Isn't that okay?"

Xing Wufeng shook his head silently, hardened his heart, "It's not him."

Isn't it Senior Brother Luo Chen?

A trace of astonishment flashed across Xie Zi's face, and then layers of mist filled his eyes. Suddenly, with a stubborn face, he asked him word by word: "Who is that person? Who exactly does the master like?"

At this moment, Xie Zi, who has always been weak, quickly flashed a gloomy look in his eyes.

There is no such person at all, how could Xing Wufeng say that.

So he could only reply inscrutablely: "You don't need to know about this person."

Xie Zi, who is good at making up brains, heard that his heart seemed to be stabbed by a sharp object, and blood was dripping.

It seems that the master likes that person very much, but he is unwilling to say it out. Is it because he is afraid that if he finds out, he will hurt the person he loves?

Xie Zi's body shook slightly, and when he was about to fall, he stretched out his hand to support the table beside him to prevent himself from falling.

"Is the person you like more deeply than Senior Brother Luo Chen?"

Seeing Xie Zi pretending to be strong, Xing Wufeng almost softened his heart, but no, there is no possibility between them, so there is no need to give Xie Zi any hope.

So he paraphrased Zhang Wuji's classic line when he rejected Zhou Zhiruo: "I have asked myself more than once, which one do I love the most. From the beginning to the end, I was hesitating and could only run away blindly. Now I have finally figured it out. You are pity, you are responsible to Chen'er, only to him, is the love that will be unforgettable."

After speaking such a long paragraph, Xing Wufeng only felt his teeth turn sour, and it took a lot of effort to control his expression.

And these words fell into Xie Zi's ears, making him bloody, and retreated several steps in a row, and finally retreated to the door, with no way to retreat.

He put down the hand covering his heart, his heart was numb with pain, and he looked at Xing Wufeng on the bed in despair, "I... I understand, I wish you happiness."

After saying the last sentence, he took one last look at the man, and then left here without looking back.

Seeing the figure of the young man stumbling away, Xing Wufeng felt a little lost.

The bits and pieces of getting along with Xie Zi came to his mind these days, and he didn't know what kind of feelings he had for him.

From the beginning to the end, he accepted him based on the fact that he was Xiao Han.

Since he is not Xiao Han, it is doomed to be impossible, and of course it will be done when it is done.

Sighing deeply, he sniffed, and top-heavyly buried himself under the quilt again.

On the other side, Xie Zi came to the back mountain heartbroken. Looking at the mountains in the distance, he once again had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Since the master doesn't like him, what's the point of him living in this world.

No, as long as the master is not with the person he likes for a day, he still has a chance.

Who is the person the master likes?

It wasn't him, nor Qiu Luochen, then there were only Chi Yu and Mu Xin, the abstract foursome and the surviving trio.

By the way, there is also that lotus ink.

There are too many people, how should he check them one by one?

Just when he fell into trouble, a familiar voice sounded in his mind again.

"Jump down, it's over once and for all, you don't need to be sad because of Xing Wufeng's empathy, and you don't need to watch him flirt with others."

Xie Zi didn't panic like last time this time, and calmly said: "Who are you?"

"Didn't I say it last time, I am you." The voice in his mind answered him like this.

Xie Zi is not stupid. Since that voice wants him to die so actively, there must be some kind of conspiracy, "If you are me, if I die, don't you also exist?"

"No, I will live on instead of you."

Hearing this, Xie Zi was taken aback.

Is it replaced?The body is still alive, but he is not him anymore.

There was a moment of confusion in my mind, and then Xie Zi came back to her senses and retorted loudly: "No, I am unique, and I will not let you replace me."

He patted his head vigorously, trying to slap the annoying voice away, but the voice was always echoing in his mind.

"You are a loser, don't you want to take Xing Wufeng for yourself, as long as you trade with me and give me your body, I can fulfill your wish for you."

Xie Zi shook her head frantically, "No, you are not me. My thoughts, soul and body have been taken away by you, so my existence is meaningless."

He hissed out, turned around and was about to leave here, when a force suddenly struck from behind.

The body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and a familiar figure was imprinted in his black pupils.

The moment his body was in the air, Xie Zi looked at the man in disbelief, but it was too late, his body fell rapidly, and soon fell into the clouds.

Everything happened too fast, too caught off guard, and he didn't even have time to perform lightness kung fu. (It is difficult to raise internal strength during the fall)

Seeing Xie Zi's figure disappear into the vast mist, the visitor's perfectly shaped lips evoked a smile, which disappeared in an instant.

Xing Wufeng slept until the sun was up.

When he woke up, the headache was much better, but his nose was a little stuffy. After he got dressed, when he opened the door, Ji disciples were already standing outside the door for an unknown how long.

Chi Yu took the lead and explained: "I heard from Brother Mu Xin that you came back too late, master. In order not to disturb the master's rest, we waited outside so that we can wait for you to wake up, master. Greetings to you."

I see.Xing Wufeng nodded slightly, and his eyes passed over everyone one by one. When he caught Mu Xin, he paused for a while, and then swept aside calmly.

After scanning, he found that the number of people was wrong.

"Where's Zi'er?" He asked in a deep voice.

Could it be that what he said was too serious, Xie Zi couldn't bear the blow for a while, so he didn't want to come to see him?

Mu Xin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen Junior Brother Xie Zi all morning, and we don't know where he went."

"Oh?"

Xing Wufeng asked a question in a timely manner.

If you want to say whether this Lingyun Palace is big or small, there are only so few places, how can a big living person disappear out of thin air.

Although Chi Yu was not happy that Xing Wufeng asked about Xie Zi, he still replied: "We have searched all the places he might have gone, but we still haven't found him."

"I see." Xing Wufeng looked calm on the surface, but his heart was full of turmoil.

Based on what he knows about Xie Zi these days, he doesn't seem like someone who would run away for love.

It's not the first time he said some unfeeling words to him, and I haven't seen how that child Xie Zi is doing.

Xing Wufeng was a little worried, and said to everyone with a flat face: "You guys go down first."

"Yes, Master (Master)." Everyone responded in unison.

Chi Yu pouted with some dissatisfaction, and walked to Xing Wufeng's side while everyone turned to leave.

"Master, you haven't asked me how the attack on the Iron Sand Fist is going."

Xing Wufeng is now fully focused on Xie Zi, and has no intention of dealing with him, so he casually said: "I heard from Xin'er that the job was done very well, Yu'er, as a teacher, I did not misunderstand you."

Chi Yu grinned and showed a bright smile.

He did so much just to get a compliment from his master.

"Being able to serve the master is the wish of the disciples."

He also wanted to spend more time with the master, and was reluctant to leave, so he stayed where he was and chatted casually.

Xing Wufeng was a little impatient in his heart, and his brows and eyes were finally stained with a little anxiety: "I'm a little tired of being a teacher."

Chi Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then said oh, "The disciple went down first."

"En." Xing Wufeng nodded lightly.

Chi Yu looked at him several times reluctantly, and finally walked away step by step.

As soon as the boy left, Xing Wufeng immediately slipped to the back mountain, and began to search for Xie Zi's figure from place to place.

Just like this, I searched for half a stick of incense, but still found nothing.

Did it really go down the mountain?

Thinking of this, Xing Wufeng looked at the cliff hesitantly, the whiteness was so vast that he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

But if he really went down the mountain, where would he go to find Xie Zi back?

Just when Xing Wufeng was thinking about whether to go down the mountain to have a look, a gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind; "Amitabha, Master, what are you doing here?"

Xing Wufeng came back to his senses, turned around and looked at Lian Mo, "It's nothing, I just came here to relax." He casually found a reason, and said: "By the way, can you tell me what happened along the way when you attacked Iron Sand Fist Sect? Case."

Lian Mo nodded: "Of course."

So the two walked slowly along the back hill, Xing Wufeng seemed to be listening to Lian Mo's explanation seriously, and nodded in agreement from time to time.

Only when Lian Mo mentioned that Xie Zi led everyone out of the mechanism formation did Xing Wufeng react.

"You mean that Zi'er knows the way to crack the organ formation?" He asked.

Lian Mohui: "Yes, without Xie Zi's benefactor's help, all of us might be trapped in the mechanism formation, and finally be wiped out by the Iron Sha Fist."

Xing Wufeng was thoughtful, thinking of Xie Zi's frequent sharpness, he had a reasonable reason.

"What about Qiu Jinsong, did you bring it back?" Xing Wufeng thought of this person.

"No." Lian Mo glanced at him, "Benefactor Chi Yu directly chopped off Qiu Jinsong's head and killed him on the spot."

With Chi Yu's murderous character, it is indeed possible.

Lian Mo added: "After Qiu Jinsong's head was cut off, benefactor Xie Zi directly burned Qiu Jinsong's body to ashes."

Xing Wufeng: "..."

Qiu Jinsong, a character who didn't even appear in the book, got the ending with no bones left, and he died well.

"Cough cough."

Xing Wufeng put his fists to his mouth and coughed softly.

Sure enough, he caught a cold. No matter how strong his martial arts are, he will still inevitably get sick.

"Did the leader suffer from the wind and cold?" Lian Mo asked with concern from the side.

Xing Wufeng put down his hand and waved his hand: "It's just the wind and cold, it doesn't get in the way."

But Lian Mo insisted: "It's windy here, let's go back first, if the wind and cold are not treated well, the condition is likely to get worse."

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, it was hard for a man to refuse, and he thought that Xie Zi's matter could only be discussed another day.

After returning to Shiyage, Lian Mo asked the surviving trio to finish the ginseng soup, saying that the leader had caught a cold.

When the surviving trio heard this, they hurriedly cooked the ginger soup with trepidation, wishing to cook the ginger soup quickly.

There is no way, the leader's life is related to the safety of Lingyun Palace. Once the leader falls ill, if the people from the Nine Martial Arts Sect take the opportunity to attack Lingyun Palace, their little lives that survived so hard will be in jeopardy.

They cooked the ginger soup in the shortest time, and carefully brought it to the man.

"Master, please use soup."

To avoid scalding, they put a damp cloth under the bowl.

Xing Wufeng reached out and took the porcelain bowl lined with a wet cloth, and blew on it, and when it was not so hot, he poured it all down.

After drinking [-], the surviving trio handed over a second bowl, "Master, please use soup."

The corner of Xing Wufeng's mouth twitched, and he took it.

After drinking three bowls like this, his stomach was full of water and his mouth was filled with the taste of ginger. Facing the fourth bowl, he finally refused.

The surviving trio only hoped that his illness would recover soon, and looked at him eagerly.

Xing Wufeng touched his chubby belly, "Bring the meal to my room later, I want to take a good rest and recover."

"Yes, leader." The surviving trio began to think about the medicinal diet. What medicinal diet can dispel wind and cold?

Xing Wufeng nodded at Lian Mo, "My disciples, please protect the right to guide you a little bit."

"Don't worry, the leader, the poor monk will definitely do his best."

"Well, with your words, I feel relieved." Xing Wufeng left here with a smile.

Lian Mo with lowered eyebrows covered the color in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked kind and kind.