Seventh Pagoda

With Jing Fulin by her side, it was difficult for Yang Yulin to turn over.

It was really hard to just lie there straight, my whole body stiff, and I thought it would be fine to get through the night.

Jing Fulin's breathing gradually calmed down, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

I don't know where the aroma of grass and trees came from, very close.

Yang Yulin opened her eyes wide in the dark night and turned around.

On the top is the auspicious cloud pattern carved in red sandalwood, and Yang Yulin follows the cloud pattern with her eyes to trace it.

After struggling so hard until the second half of the night, my eyesight and heart were exhausted, my eyelids drooped, and I suddenly fell into a dream.

There was severe pain in Huixue's knee, and he fell limply to the ground, the young man in plain clothes shouted "Xianshi" and "Xianshi" non-stop.

Seeing the fairy master fell to the ground, the young man subconsciously got up to help him.

Surprised that his knees were able to move freely, the pain disappeared, he was terrified, and he didn't care much, he picked up the immortal master and walked to the hut.

Huixue's journey was excruciatingly painful, her forehead dripped with sweat, her teeth clenched her lower lip, and tiny drops of blood oozed out, making her thin lips look pale as paper.

The young man held Huixue in his arms with both hands, unable to free his hands, he bent down unconsciously, and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on Huixue's lips.

This act was innocent and without frivolity at all, but Hui Xue finally regained her sanity and said weakly: "No problem, don't be afraid."

The young man was anxious, went to the thatched hut, and gently put Huixue down: "Master Immortal, where does it hurt?"

Hui Xue opened her mouth, but she didn't tell the truth: "Chest tightness, chronic illness, flare-ups from time to time, it's okay."

The young man seemed to think of something suddenly: "I just had unbearable pain in my knee, and the pain disappeared completely when the immortal master stretched out his hand and brushed it over. Since the immortal master has this immortal technique, why not use it again?"

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Hui Xue's mouth: "My fairy art is useless to me."

The boy became more and more anxious, almost jumping up: "What should I do? Is there a doctor on the mountain?"

Hui Xue waved her hand: "No problem, just rest for two days when it happens, don't make any noise."

Seeing that Huixue had closed his eyes, the young man was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head and didn't dare to speak any more. He unconsciously reached out and stroked Huixue's chest.

Hui Xue raised her eyebrows and did not stop her.

For more than 40 years, since he fell in the snow and was rescued by his master, he returned to the snow and devoted himself to practicing Taoism.

Huixue is still half a mortal, no more than those congenital gods and real people. The severe pain made him truly feel that he is still a living, flesh-and-blood person.

He closed his eyes, carefully felt the pain, and found some comfort in the pain.

Three days passed quickly, and the boy was still standing in front of him.

Huixue is a bigu body, there is nothing wrong with not eating or drinking for a few days, but what about this young man?

Huixue struggled to get up, tugged at the sore spots on her knees, and immediately grinned her teeth to feel better.

"The fairy master is about to get up, lie down quickly!"

The boy was lying on the edge of the bed, when he saw Huixue get up, he stood up and pressed Huixue's shoulder.

I didn't want to have not eaten for several days, my body was weak and weak, and I fell down when my eyes were dark, crushing Huixue, and my head hit the bed board with a "bang".

For a moment, Huixue also had a headache and a pain in his knees, and he didn't dare to move even after falling down.

The young man was dizzy all the time, his hands and feet were limp, he finally regained his strength, got up from Hui Xue, and knelt on the ground in a hurry to apologize.

Hui Xue waited for the pain in her body to pass, and asked sullenly, "Why don't you go down the mountain?"

The young man was stunned: "The immortal master has not recovered from his old illness, so he dare not go down the mountain."

Hui Xue snorted: "Do you think it's useful for you to stay?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "... I just want peace of mind."

Hui Xue sighed: "I'm fine, you go down the mountain."

Otherwise, I would really starve to death on the mountain, and it would be hard to explain back to the snow.

The boy lowered his head and remained silent.

Huixue knew his temper, and he was able to climb up to the top of Mount Yi in one breath, and he couldn't be persuaded by a few words, so he had to tell the truth.

"The Yishan Taoist you are looking for is my master. He left the mountain 30 years ago. No one knows where he went, let alone when he will return. Go down the mountain."

The young man pouted, but still did not look up: "No, the immortal teacher is very good, please help me."

Hui Xue thought to himself why this boy couldn't listen to people's words, and his head hurt even more.

The boy made up his mind, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and didn't move.

Hui Xue was really afraid that he would kneel again and do something wrong, so he let out a long sigh and had no choice but to ask, "What's your name?"

The boy quickly raised his head, his eyes were full of joy: "Ji Li."

Xibo Hou Jili, the No. 17 grandson of Emperor Xuanyuan in ancient times.

At the age of 12, he inherited the title, inherited the legacy of his ancestors, devoted himself to righteousness, and ruled Qizhou.

Wang Wudao advocated the "Ling Lao" torture. He tortured the living people and roasted them with a branding iron.

Ji Li cried when she heard this, and asked for [-] miles of land on the west bank of the Qi River in exchange for the abolition of the punishment of "Ling Lao".

Although Huixue has lived in Yishan for a long time, his spiritual consciousness has been developed early, and there is no one who is unintelligible in the news between heaven and earth.

At present, the king's way is inhumane, the rituals are broken and the music is broken, the flames of war are everywhere, and the people are dying. Ji Li's going to Yishan is to sincerely petition for the people and bring peace to all generations.

"It's a pity that Master is not here." Hui Xue sighed sincerely, "Otherwise, with his power, he will surely help you achieve great things."

Ji Li didn't make a sound, just looked at Hui Xue silently with her eyes, with an air of complete trust, Hui Xue couldn't refuse.

"Since the master has set the rules, it is understandable for me to answer your request. It's just that I am not good at learning, and I have insulted the teacher. I don't dare to say that I can help you. I just do my best to plan for you."

Ji Liding looked at Huixue with a solemn and serious face, compared to the previous playful and coquettish play, now he looks seriously like a young master who has the world in mind.

Hui Xue felt very sorry for Master.

One is that I went down the mountain hastily against my teacher's instructions, and the other is that I am not good at learning and I am afraid that I will hurt the teacher.

Do think about only seeking to achieve a great career as soon as possible, and then kneel down in front of the master.

The scene was varied, sometimes it was Hui Xue who was dressed in white and lined up, and sometimes it was Ji Li who charged into the battle with a spear in hand, and the battle was endlessly changing.

Ji Li's heart aspires, and the princes and kingdoms have surrendered one after another. Seeing that they only need to take down Mucheng, they can break through the palace just around the corner. They don't want to fight this last battle for three months and still can't win it.

The two armies confronted each other outside the city. Ji Li's eyes remained bright and his fighting spirit became stronger, but his armor was already in dilapidated condition, and he couldn't hide his exhausted expression.

Huixue's white clothes were soaked in blood, it was shocking, more than half of the [-] soldiers behind him had been lost, and it was not an option to waste it any longer.

Hui Xue sighed and said in a voice that pierced the sky, "Come out."

A Taoist man in a crane cloak came out of the opponent's formation in response. His skin was too fair, making his face very coquettish.

When Hui Xue saw the lyre in his hand, she immediately sighed. She forgot to prepare a magic weapon when she went down the mountain, so it was a bit of a disadvantage to fight with him empty-handed.

The Taoist was pleased with himself: "Are you the precious little brother that Master hid in Yishan? Why, Master allowed you to go down the mountain this time? Could it be that you sneaked out while Master was away?"

Hui Xue had already realized that there was an expert sitting in the town, and that his spells seemed to have a deep connection with him. After fighting for three months, each of them was injured. Make a decision, and the next step will be much easier.

I didn't want to run into the same door when I got off the mountain.It's just that this Taoist is surrounded by black air...

Huixue raised his hand and waved it without saying a word, the Taoist couldn't dodge it, cut his cheek, and blood gushed out, he touched the scar, frowned and shouted: "Little brother, it's your fault, the master didn't teach you Are there rules? How can you slap someone in the face when you hit someone!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the man from behind and twisted his neck. Black smoke came out from the broken neck, and the wound on the Taoist's cheek healed in an instant, and it was as good as ever.

really!Hui Xue came to a conclusion in her heart, with Master's temperament, such a monster is absolutely incompatible, and it is unknown if Master left the mountain this time to clean up the house.

If he bumps into it, he can't stay.

Back in front of Xuexuan's body, the aura in his hand was shining everywhere, forming a Nine Turns Linglong Seal.

While running and dodging, the Taoist yelled wildly, "Oh, this is the Nine-Turn Linglong Seal! Master even taught you the skills of housekeeping. It really makes me feel... jealous."

When the word "jealousy" was mentioned at the end, the Taoist's face turned serious, and he ran around the venue without pretending, and even gritted his teeth.

He picked up the lyre in his hand, scratched his palm, sacrificed the lyre with blood, and the blood color in his palm was filled with thick black air. This scene was extremely strange.

He flicked his fingers seven times neatly, and saw seven formations popping up on the Nine-Turn Linglong Seal, the black energy soared, and Huixue was suppressed.

Qijue Ancient Formation.

The ancient forbidden technique, using the master's blood as a medium, sacrificed thousands of living souls, refined into a series of seven series of ice, flames, blood devouring, bone melting, breaking the sky, destroying the earth, and chaotic souls. The living souls devoured by this piano The more there are, the more powerful the formation will be.

Looking back, seeing Ji Li desperate to break into the formation, Hui Xue hastily sent a voice to his ears: "Back off!"

Ji Li was unmoved, and stared at Huixue, ignoring life and death, and moved closer. Huixue really had a headache, you bastard!Will you die if you listen to me once?

This ancient array of seven uniques, when immortals enter, their bodies will be shattered, and their cultivation base will be wiped out. When ordinary people enter, their souls will fly away and their souls will be scattered, and they will not enter reincarnation.

Seeing that Ji Li was about to rush in, what was even more terrible was that someone sneakily set up a full bow on the tall tower opposite, trying to shoot Ji Li in the chaos.

Huixue rushed to the heart, drew a Bagua diagram on the palm of his hand, stimulated the spiritual power, blood gushed like a spring, and gathered at Huixue's feet to form a Bagua formation.

Hui Xue pressed her palm to her forehead, muttering words, the sky was filled with red light, the black air in the Qijue ancient formation was billowing, and she became restless, the next moment, the black air dissipated, and the Taoist seemed to have been severely injured, with bleeding from the seven orifices, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Huixue was not much better, he used "soul sacrifice" after all.

There are two ways to solve the Qijue Ancient Formation.

[-]. Innate spiritual power, if you suffer seven punishments in life, your formation will break down by itself.

Second, sacrifice the living soul, the soul energy will run away, and the formation will break down by itself.

The former is more appropriate, but in the past three years of Ji Li's southern expedition to the north, there have been hundreds of battles, large and small, and the army is strong. Huixue has to work hard to line up troops. .

The technique of "endowing spirits" seems to be as easy as breathing and exhaling. With one breath, the vegetation can walk and fight like a human being. In fact, every time a spirit is bestowed, Huixue loses a point, and he never rests for a day.

At the same time, Ji Li charged left and right on the battlefield, his sword had no eyes, and all the wounds were all suffered by Hui Xue for him.

These, Hui Xue deliberately kept Ji Li from knowing, and hid them well.

So there is only the second way, to sacrifice the living soul, to whom?

Hui Xue did not hesitate to offer herself.

There were thousands of soldiers behind him, thousands of soldiers on the opposite side, Hui Xue didn't even move their thoughts at all.

Almost in time for Huixue to perform the "soul sacrifice", a sharp sword came with the sound of the wind, Huixue couldn't stop it, so he had to rush in front of Ji Li, and received the arrow, passing through his chest.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Huixue was as thin as a paper person, Ji Li hurriedly supported him, anxiously: "Master Immortal!"

Hui Xueli pulled out the long arrow and wiped the blood from his lips: "It's okay, just rest for a few days."

After being severely injured, the Taoist waved his wide sleeves and fled away on a black cloud.

Hui Xue looked around at the soldiers who had been soaked in blood for several months, then raised her head and touched Ji Li's head: "It's nothing, don't be afraid."

In Huixue's heart, he was always that stubborn young man on Mount Yi back then.

Hui Xue recalled what Ji Li said when she knelt in front of her that day: "I beg the immortal master to help me, so that there will be peace forever."

I don't know if I can help him get what he wants today.

Hui Xue's mouth twitched into a smile: "Master Hou, let's attack the city."