Zha Gong's evolutionary path

The guest room of Yuexiaju has inherited the owner's usual decoration style. From the roof, to the walls, to the floor, to the bed and bedding, they are all pink and bright. Therefore, Lin Gongru, who is lying flat in this mass of festive scenes, stands out against the A little pink, the situation looks far less serious than Yan Wen said.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, his arms were hanging by his sides, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids.

The long hair was spread out, and the bed was laid softly, with a calm expression on his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.Except that his chest didn't rise and fall, he seemed to be asleep.

Although Ying Mo Yan was not allowed to rush in, his master still opened the door a crack with empathy.Through the long and narrow gap, Ying Moyan could see the various treatment methods Yan Wen used on Lin Gongru's body.

White, faint blue, and pure black light shrouded Lin Gongru's body in turn. As expected, Yan Wen tried his best to save this once famous general, and sweat curled up on his forehead like water vapor.

However, he exhausted all means, but Lin Gongru's expression and condition still did not change at all, all his efforts were like mud cows sinking into the sea, sinking silently, melting, and returning to nothingness.

Ying Moyan looked into the room helplessly, he didn't know how long he had been standing there.The time in Yuexiaju seems to be out of sync with the time in the underworld, or maybe he has already lost his ability to sense.

The world shrinks inward, gathers, and condenses into this simple and fancy room in Yuexiaju.

"It's not appropriate for the majestic Lord Yan to abandon government affairs and stay with the little old man all day long."

I don't know when, a word suddenly came from my ear, and it poured into the pinna.

Ying Moyan was dull for a moment, and then slowly realized that it was the voice of the real owner of Yuexiaju.

The old man with white beard and hair fluttered down beside him, put his palms on his shoulders, and said, "How long have you stayed in Yuexia Residence? Three days? Five days? It is rumored that the Lord of the Underworld does not distinguish between public and private, and neglects his duties. It has a bad reputation."

Ying Moyan didn't say a word.

"Hey, the little old man knows that you are also concerned about the chaos, but there has been no one in charge for a long time in the underworld. If the yin and yang are confused, the Heavenly Emperor will not be able to make up for it, right?"

He spoke sincerely, and Ying Mo Yan thought of his kindness, so he reluctantly answered him.

Jingjing said: "Back then I voluntarily took on the mantle of Master Yan and the position of Lord Yan, so that one day I could stand side by side with Lin Gongru. He is a great general, so I am not willing to be someone who is not worthy of him. He is mine. The original intention. If the original intention is lost, what do I need the identity of Yan Jun in the underworld? The emperor is not used to it, so he will let other people replace it, and Ying Moyan will give up to the virtuous."

"..."

What he said was so straightforward that Yuelao choked for a moment.

It is true that he came back from the Heavenly Emperor, with the task of comforting the young and vigorous Lord Yan who returned with seven emotions, but judging by his appearance, Lin Gongru is not awake, and he is afraid that he has no intention to do anything.

Yuelao sighed, and said with a frowning face: "Both of you only know how to embarrass the little old man. The little old man is just a fairy official in charge of marriage, how can he have the ability to persuade this to change? You know that the emperor summoned the little old man What are you going to do, old man?"

He sneaked a glance at Ying Moyan, who was paying attention to Lin Gongru through the crack of the door, he didn't know whether he heard it or not, and he didn't answer his words.

Yue Lao had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, consciously bored: "The old man called the little old man away, and he actually wanted to hide the situation and ask the little old man to revise the marriage book. Is the little old man the kind of person who has no principles? "

He leaned against Ying Moyan, and exerted a little force on the palm on his shoulder, reminding this person to pay attention to himself.

"How about we discuss it, Lord Yan Jun." He pouted his mouth into the room, and joked, "That one doesn't seem to be breathing much, oh no, he is completely out of breath, Yan Wen may not be able to pull him back. While the red thread was still there, the little old man tied the other end of his red thread to the fairy body and forget it, it is a matter of personal preference, he can't last long, and he won't really love you, Lord Yan."

Ying Moyan turned her gaze around, her pair of sharp eyes were frighteningly deep, and the gloomy air in the cold sweeping gaze seemed to carry the gloomy air of icy hell.

Yuelao froze there with a smile on his face, and sighed secretly in his heart.

The people of Zhuo Lingzu are indeed one-sided.Rumor has it that the Zhuoling clan only recognized one partner for life and death, and Ying Moyan, who has been away from the clan for hundreds of years, still bleeds that staunch blood.

It is said that Fairy Yaolian was escorted back to the Heavenly Court and made a fuss in front of the Heavenly Emperor.Seeing that Mo Yan is determined to win, the bad debts of these few people have never been settled, but don't let the past happen again.

However, Ying Moyan stared at him coldly for a moment, then softened again, with a bit of resigned blankness in his expression.

"If it's possible to save him," he turned his gaze back again, looking at the person in the room who hadn't improved, "I'm willing to untie the fetters with him."

—I want to save him too.

He let go, but Yuelao didn't relax much.If he could really tamper with the marriage book, there would be so many idiots complaining about women in the world.Seeing you two toss like this for hundreds of years, the little old man has already done a good thing to separate you two.

He said sullenly: "It's just a joke. The little old man has that level of skill, and many troubles have been solved easily. The resentment in your body is so heavy that the little old man's next month's residence will become a second gloomy mansion, full of peach blossoms." I don't even have the guts to open it. Why don't you go to the little old man's house and take a rest."

Inside the room, Yan Wen grabbed Lin Gongru's icy wrist and poured in all the blue, white and black light lingering around him in one go, hoping to fight the poison with poison and stimulate the kid to wake up.Lin Gongru's clothes were blown up and down by the wandering zhenqi, but his whole body was like a towering rock, standing still.

The former Yan Jun was disheartened and gave up.

He turned around and glanced at Ying Moyan who was standing in the same place like a pine and cypress in the courtyard. He hadn't moved a single step since he turned back and entered the room to treat Lin Gongru.Even though now there is a noisy Yuelao, chirping to comfort him, Lin Gongru, who looks like a stone, is as stubborn as he is.

The phrase "It's hopeless, it's too cold" twitched around his mouth a few times, and then swallowed it back.

Yan Wen came out with a straight face, but his tone was as gentle as possible.

"I can't get into the depths of his chaotic primordial spirit." He said frankly, "I have tried all kinds of methods, but all I can touch is nothingness, and I can't find where the body consciousness is hidden. From the memory of the time, the tactic of "striking east and west and cunning rabbits and three caves" is really flying. Now there is only one last way to try..."

Ying Moyan tensed her body, and even her cold handsome face was slightly distorted.He asked softly, "What way?"

"Take a few drops of heart blood from your primordial spirit and pour it into him. He will not directly see your external appearance, but only communicate directly with the primordial spirit at the level of consciousness; if he has an instinctive memory of your breath, maybe It can bring back a little sense of survival..."

Ying Moyan immediately said: "I will do it. Master please do it immediately."

"Taking blood from your heart is an act that seriously damages your vitality and will damage your skills for hundreds of years. You have to think about it carefully."

"Let me completely abolish my cultivation base, and it doesn't matter if I start practicing again."

As a master who has worked hard to raise this apprentice for hundreds of years, Yan Wen once again felt the anger of his mother.

What do you mean by raising an apprentice, he will still run with others when he is raised up, hey...

Sighing and doing the preparations for taking my heart and blood.

Surprisingly, this last act of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor actually played a role by mistake.

The few drops of blood from Ying Moyan's heart slowly sank into Lin Gongru's body along Lin Gongru's heart. At first there was no movement, but after touching a cup of tea, a rare gentle smile appeared on the face of the lifeless man. warm colors.

He still hadn't woken up, but the translucent soul body began to show signs of materialization.

Yan Wen finally showed joy: "It seems to be stable."

He said to Mo Yan, who was holding on to the door and couldn't stand upright, "I'm afraid that in the depths of my consciousness, I met the person I care about the most. As long as he doesn't resist, slowly let him drip into you." My painstaking efforts will probably always stabilize the soul body—”

Yue Lao was not ordered by him not to enter the house, and at the moment he was crowding around to watch the excitement.Wen Yan whispered: "Continue to take his blood? Are you trying to save one and kill the other?"

Yan Wen said coldly: "You do what you want."

"..."

Ying Moyan's nerves were tense all the time, but after hearing Yan Wen say that he had stabilized, he relaxed as if he had been forgiven, and the fatigue and the feeling of weakness that had been taken from his heart and soul immediately came back together.

He tried his best to blink his eyes, to drive away the feeling of sleepiness that hit him like a tide, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Thank you for your hard work, Master. For the grace of Master's rebirth, Ying Moyan, I will form a grass ring in the future, and..."

He shook his body and slowly slid down along the door.

In a space where neither the sky nor the ground can reach the ground, Lin Gongru's feet were suspended in the air, floating blankly in the boundless darkness.

He has forgotten many things, and he doesn't know where he is going. It seems that all five senses have been lost, and only the simple and intuitive fact of "floating in mid-air" remains.

There are constant waves of force from outside, like violent whipping, and like galloping wild horses trying to tear people apart, acting on the depths of his stupor and twilight consciousness, trying to force him out of that chaotic state little by little. state.

But Lin Gongru was very patient and stubborn enough, even if that force gathered together and turned into a mighty force that would crush him to pieces, he didn't waver or compromise at all.

Still careless, floating there with nothing to do, quietly waiting for the moment when he finally loses consciousness.

He was almost on the verge of success, because those forces were all withdrawn suddenly, and the weight on his body disappeared all of a sudden.

He felt comfortable, so comfortable that his eyes were heavy, and his whole body was slowly merging with the darkness that surrounded him.

Suddenly, in the dark and deep darkness, there was a little light, which directly penetrated his eyelids and reached the depths of his strongly resisting heart.

There was a vague shadow in that light, with a faint smell of blood, which directly evoked a large swath of inescapable sadness in Lin Gongru's heart, like a strong wind blowing through a wheat wave, turning it upside down.

That vague shadow, accompanied by the approaching bloody smell, moved closer to him.

Lin Gongru looked sideways, and saw that the man's face was blurred, wearing a deep lake blue suit that was very familiar to him, and there was a shy and proud look in his eyes.

who are you?

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist.

Ye Mingjue?Xinwu?The eldest grandson?Or Gu Jian, Yan Shuli, An Hansheng... Luo Huang?

Who are you and what is your name? ?

I have been entangled with you for seven lifetimes, and I still don't know what you really look like?

……

Lin Gongru suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand was like lightning, grabbing towards the void.

He actually grabbed a substantial, flesh-and-blood body.

It wasn't the intangible illusory image that could be seen in that empty space, he held a certain person's wrist tightly in his hand, on that person's slender white wrist, the light blue blood vessels were like slender bird wings, dormant quietly in his palm.

"Wake up, wake up!!"

Yuelao, who was surrounded by the bed, was the first to notice that Lin Gongru was awake. He hadn't jumped halfway for joy when he saw the man who suddenly woke up, with one hand still holding Ying Moyan's wrist that they had hurriedly helped in just now, and the other hand was already closed. With lightning speed, he pinched the latter's slightly raised neck.

"Ying, Mo, Yan."

The man whose soul and body had not stabilized for a long time spit out the opponent's first and last names word by word. Every time he said a word, the strength of his hands increased, and veins appeared on his forehead.

Ying Moyan's eyes were still immersed in the sudden surprise, before he could get rid of it, he showed a pained expression because of his restricted breathing, and a strange flush appeared on his handsome face.