Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night is getting deeper, and the sound of insects in the mountains is bursting.

Above the Xuanhu Peak is still brightly lit.Since the disciples who went to the Nether Secret Realm returned, a large number of injured disciples poured into the Xuanhu Peak for treatment. The Xuanhu Peak is full of bandaged disciples coming and going, and the fragrance of medicine is permeating all day long.

In the main hall of the peak master on the top of the mountain, the peak master Rong, who was dressed in a blue gown, paced slowly, with a furnace of medicine being fried on a small fire beside him.

Not long after, a man in black suddenly entered from the window.

The man in black knelt on one knee in front of Peak Master Rong and said, "Peak Master, Young Master Rong has been arranged by his subordinates to an abandoned thatched hut at the foot of the mountain. To get the peak master's rescue in time, I'm afraid..."

Master Rong Feng said: "Wait a little longer. There are too many people staring at me. Since he has been expelled from Tianzong, bringing him back now will undoubtedly give others a handle. Now that we have avoided suspicion, we will avoid it to the end. Today we can't If there is action, how will I explain to the suzerain? At least until tomorrow, I will find an excuse to go down the mountain."

The man in black said: "This subordinate has already given Young Master Rong the life-extending pill. After a day's work, Young Master Rong should be able to survive."

Master Rong waved his hand to signal him to go down, but suddenly called him back, "Yes, what happened to his face?"

The man in black said: "Young Master Rong has a wound on his left face, and the resentment from the sword entered his body. It has been too long. Even if it can be pulled out, it may not be able to recover."

Master Rong frowned and said, "Okay, you can go down."

The man in black retreated in response.

It was already time for the medicine to be boiled on a low fire. Master Rong Feng squatted down, picked up the handle of the medicine pot, and poured it into a white porcelain bowl.The black soup gave off a strong bitter taste, so he added sugar to it.

Put a brick of long brown sugar into it, stir it patiently until it melts, the bitter medicine turns into a thick black syrup, and the temperature is not too hot? Master Rong took the bowl of medicine and walked through the hall winding Go through the corridor and come to a hidden room in the depths.

Rong Qingjue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Ma'am, I'm here."

No one in the room responded.Rong Qingjue seemed to be used to it, and pushed the door open.

The windows and doors were covered with black gauze, there was no wind and no light, only the red candles flickered on the table.

The strong smell of medicine hits the face, heavier than the outside.

Candle tears slipped from the candle body to the lamp.

Rong Qingjue took the medicine to the bedside.

Lying on the bed was an extremely thin woman, her face was seventy percent similar to Rong Ran's, but more delicate and gentle, she was only wearing a white underwear, her black hair was hanging down like flowing clouds, her chin was pointed, and she was sickly and pale.

Her right collarbone was pierced by a chain, and the other side of the chain was tied in the shadow of the bed.

Seeing Rong Qingjue, the woman's pale face revealed a look of surprise, and she forced herself to sit up, opening and closing her lips as if to say something.

Just no sound.

Rong Qingjue touched her cheek with pity, and handed over the medicine bowl.

"Drink the medicine, A Tan."

A Tan turned his head to rub his hand with some attachment, and then took the medicine bowl obediently.

Rong Qingjue watched Gu Tan drink the medicine little by little while holding the medicine bowl.

When they got married in [-], Gu Tan didn't want to, and would always say some ugly words, Rong Qing didn't like to hear them, so he used medicine to make the other party speechless.

The medicine is so strong, even Rong Qingjue later? Regretted, detoxifying the other party, but Gu Tan's voice has become extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Rong Qing absolutely hates flaws.

Unpleasant sounds are worse than not listening.He simply sealed the acupuncture point with a silver needle, and sealed her voice again.

"A Tan, if you had been obedient back then, it would be great now."

Rong Qingjue held his heart with his hand, the acacia Gu inside was beating regularly.

"If you didn't insist on running away and were injured by the same light formation, what should we do? There are still many hundred years... It's not like now, we can only have fun in time, I don't even know what I should do after you die. "

After the Acacia Gu is planted, the child Gu depends on the mother Gu to grow, and needs to be fused every three months, otherwise the child Gu will become agitated and go crazy, and the person who is tortured by the Gu is in agony.

Rong Qingjue got up and blew out the candle.

The room was plunged into darkness, a little smile appeared on his lips, and he turned around to go back to the bed, but suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

An extremely piercing sword energy cut through the night on the window sill, and came straight behind him!

The extremely powerful sword intent was unavoidable, far exceeding the limit of a mortal six-level cultivator—Rong Qingjue realized almost instantly that he was the suzerain!

Why did the suzerain strike him with a sword?

He was obviously cautious enough that he didn't even go to the Law Enforcement Hall, just because he was afraid that Rong Ran's murder of his fellow sect would arouse the suzerain's anger and burn on him.

A Tan still needs him to refine medicine every day to survive, no matter what, he can't die!

Thoughts are but a flash.

But the despairing suppression still made Rong Qingjue unable to move.

Terrible sword energy brushed his neck, and warm blood flowed down.

Rong Qingjue's legs were already weak, and he was trembling like crazy, but he came back to his senses with cold sweat -- he was not dead yet.Qi Yunjun avoided him with that sword.

The door was already wide open, and a faint cold wind came in, blowing the black gauze around the window fluttering.

"I never throw a sword behind someone's back."

"Turn around."

Qi Yunjun's cold voice came from behind, like a fierce ghost urging his life.

Rong Qingjue's teeth were chattering, and he didn't dare to turn around at all, and said: "Sect Master, I don't know what mistake I made, so, that you did it yourself. If it is a child's matter, it is true that I did not teach it strictly, which damaged the reputation of the Sect Master. I can sever the father-son relationship with him from now on, never teach him to enter the sect again, and ask the suzerain to forgive me."

Qi Yunjun said indifferently: "27 years ago, what were you doing?"

"I..." Rong Qingjue's face was completely pale, he finally knew where Qi Yunjun's killing intent came from.

Rong Ran's useless waste, it's all right to use some indecent means in the secret realm to expose it, how could it be leaked?

But he could only bite the bullet and said: "27 years ago, the suzerain was injured by the catastrophe and fell into a coma. For the sake of the suzerain's safety, I left the suzerain secretly in Xuanhu Peak to heal his injuries."

Lord Qiyun said: "So, you haven't stepped out of the Xuanhu Peak?"

Rong Qingjue: "...Yes."

"—Excellent." Lord Qiyun said.

"Rong Qingjue, do you dare to swear with your heart?"

Rong Qing never dared.

Qiyun-jun: "Turn around and draw your sword."

Rong Qingjue didn't even dare.

Qi Yunjun: "Don't dare to draw a sword against me, but dare to deceive me with lies?"

Rong Qingjue felt chills all over his body, knowing that it was useless to say anything now.

Qiyun-jun: "A liar and a coward are not worthy of my sword."

He raised his sleeve, and six streams of energy flew out from his hand, divided into six directions to form? The formation encircled Rong Qingjue, boundless killing intent arose from the formation, and the Taiqing Du'e sword was already in its sheath.

The boundless spiritual consciousness spread out, and the disciples of Xuanhu Peak could perceive an idea in the dark.

"From today onwards, Rong Qing will never be the owner of Xuanhu Peak."

There was an uproar on the brightly lit Xuanhu Peak.

Countless Xuanhu Peak disciples looked up at the peak at the same time.For them, only dark clouds cover the moon, the night is still silent, but the sky has changed.

Mr. Qiyun has gone away.

Rong Qingjue is still trapped in the formation.

The difference between Dujie and Huafan is too far away. In a moment, Rong Qingjue has 72 pieces of energy in his body, and the sword intent rages through the meridians and penetrates the dantian. It has only been half a day since the trial in the Judgment Hall, and he has ended up like his son. end.

Rong Qingjue lay on the ground dying of breath.

He is going to die.

But he can't die yet.He still has A Tan to take care of.When the mother Gu host of Acacia Gu dies, the parasites of the child Gu will also die.He doesn't want Ah Tan to die.He also has pills and magic weapons to continue his life.

Rong Qingjue raised his head and stretched out his hand towards the unwilling person.

"Adan..."

Gu Tan dragged the long chain and walked in front of him.

Rong Qing absolutely wanted to catch her, but only saw Gu Tan pick up the sword on the ground and plunge it into his palm.

His arm twitched in pain, staring at the expression on Gu Tan's face in a daze.

There is no usual tenderness and attachment, only boundless hatred and indifference.

So many years have passed.

Gu Tan once again broke free from the shackles of acacia Gu.

How could she still have the strength to break free from the shackles of carousing Gu?

The tip of the sword was pulled out calmly from the palm of his hand, and it hung over his body.

He opened his eyes wide in despair, "A Tan, you can't..."

Another sword.

Inserted into Rong Qingjue's heart.

Acacia Gu stopped its rhythm.

The clouds parted from the sky.

The moon shines on the four fields.

Silence returned to the top of Xuanhu Peak.

……

The moonlight shines into the peach forest.

There is heavy snow falling in Yuntian Palace, but here alone, the four seasons are like spring.

Mr. Qiyun sat under a peach tree, the Taiqing Du'e sword was placed by his hand, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting.Pink petals fell all over his skirt, and his white hair shone silently under the moonlight.

Even though Rong Qingjue had been dealt with, the aura surging in his body had not dissipated, forcing the meridians to swell and ache, like a knife cutting.

Wuqingdao's state of mind is originally Pinghu, which is firmly surrounded by high walls, isolating all worldly disturbances outside.

Now there is a gap.

The lake water of Pinghu gurgled out of the gap. If it was not resolved in time, the gap would only get bigger and bigger, and eventually the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest, and the foundation of the road collapsed.

Those who practice the ruthless way should not be emotional.

This is what the master has repeatedly warned him before he entered the Tao.

He closed his eyes, his temples throbbing constantly.

The surging air flow in the meridian is still circling and colliding, showing his unstable state of mind. However, he has practiced the Ruthless Dao for many years, and he can't calm down his mind, nor does he want to calm down.

He stubbornly sank into the fog of memory, and in the perception of a splitting headache, he swung the long sword in his mind, cutting through the fog and moving forward.

After an unknown amount of time, a light finally appeared in front of him.

He came to a peach forest.

There is a young man standing in the peach forest.The young man has an extremely beautiful face, like a bright sunset glow in the sky.

The other party looked back and smiled at him.

Peach blossoms were flying behind him.

The beauty of the world seems to be poured into the young man. He looks at the vast mountains and rivers in the world, and the vast avenue of the world, but he absolutely cannot ignore him.

Qiyun-jun coughed lowly, and blood suddenly flowed from his lips.

He remembered.

——27 years ago, after he was seriously injured in the catastrophe, what happened in the three years when he lost his memory.

The skirt was gradually stained red with blood.

Mr. Qiyun slowly took out something from his bosom with his veined hand collapsed.

It is a cloth bag wrapped in brocade.

Qiyun-jun opened the cloth bag, and there were thousands of pieces of black jade fragments lying inside.

The moonlight shone into his empty and pale eyes, and the long silver eyelashes trembled suddenly.

He got up, half-kneeled on the ground, and under the moonlight, slowly pieced together the fragments of jade one by one.