Ding Zhou Ji

Xiao Yimo helped the injured Yin Fuque back to the Tenglian Pavilion safely. When the shopkeeper Tang saw the two, he first smiled as if he saw a bodhisattva appearing, and then stood there dumbfounded as if he had been struck by lightning.Yin Fuque breathed a sigh of relief and laughed softly: "Shopkeeper Tang, your face is too expressive, isn't it?"

Shopkeeper Tang woke up suddenly, and said in a panic, "Dian...you...how could you..."

Yin Fuque shook his head slightly: "It's okay, don't make a fuss. I'll just adjust my breathing for a while, and you just don't want anyone to disturb you."

He felt that Xiao Yimo was about to let go of the hand that had been supporting him all the time, and he hurriedly said: "You have to send me to the Buddha, why do you want to send me back to my room?"

Xiao Yimo was stunned for a moment: "But... shopkeeper Tang has already gone to arrange staff..." She hesitated for a while and finally helped Yin Fuque back to his wing in Yayuan.

Although the punch of the mysterious black shadow did not use all its strength, the injury it caused to Yin Fuque, who had almost no luck to resist, was still serious.

Yin Fuque had been trying his best to support him all the way, but at this moment he only felt like a knife was stirring violently between his chest and abdomen, and every breath made him feel pain in his heart and lungs.

The dominance of that black shadow's boxing strength and the treacherous skill are all things that Yin Fuque has only seen in the past ten years of walking in the rivers and lakes.

Xiao Yimo helped Yin Fuque sit cross-legged on the bed and do a good job: "You adjust your breath, I'll go out first."

"Hey...cough cough..." Yin Fuque wiped off the blood on his lips with his hands nonchalantly, panted and said intermittently: "You...you have to stay here...to protect...the dharma protector...".

Seeing Yin Fuque's dejected expression, Xiao Yimo nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I'll just stay here, so please stop talking."

Yin Fuque smiled weakly.Only then did he finally close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Xiao Yimo gently sat down on the side.Staring at the teacup on the table in a daze.

Hate and resentment.Death and killing.Debt collection and debt repayment.Your own blood and the blood of the enemy.The blood flame talisman and Xiao's wronged soul...

Are these the price of restoring the country that Yin Fuque said? Could it be possible to sacrifice everything for the sake of restoring the country?

What kind of person is Yin Fuque?Could it be that he is really a ruthless person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals? And why does he have to hide so many things from himself.Could it be that he is using himself to achieve some ulterior purpose?

"Old steward. You must not have mistrusted him. Right? You can do anything as long as it is for the restoration of the country. Right? Old steward. Are you really not mistrusting?..."

Xiao Yimo supported his forehead with his hands, feeling that his head was about to split open.

But Yin Fuque didn't forget to adjust his breath at this time, but actually seemed to be in a nightmare.

In the grotto beside the cold pool at the bottom of Qianzhang Cliff, there is eternal darkness and biting cold. An old man with long beard reaching the ground is sitting haggardly with his eyes closed deep in the grotto, guarding the transparent hole in front of him for many years. A young man lying in a coffin.The man was dressed in plain clothes and looked serene, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his breathing was extremely weak and intermittent, and his life seemed so fragile that it might shatter at any time.

The old man's hands slowly passed over the man's head, and then he closed his eyes and raised his arms flat, chanting words in his mouth. Gradually, in the eternal darkness, pictures with faint white light gradually appeared:

In the magnificent palace, the king and queen took a beautiful boy of eight years old to sit on the high hall, accepting the congratulations of the people;

In the dilapidated and shabby cold palace, a beautiful woman in shabby dress hugged her child shivering from cold and hunger tightly.The boy asked his mother, "Queen Mother, is it true that the king said that we wanted to kill him and rebel against him?" Princess Fanluo was framed!";

In the crumbling cold palace, an old woman dressed in coarse linen threw a three-foot white silk on the ground, took out the blood flame talisman in her bosom, and cursed at the sky: "The blood debt of my Xiao family will be sacrificed to the Kyushu." A thousand times as much head to repay!" After hitting the pillar, his brain burst and he died.The ten-year-old boy standing next to him looked at all this indifferently, then picked up the glass of poisoned wine in front of him and drank it down.

The old man's arms were suddenly raised vertically to the sky again, and several new pictures slowly appeared:

A little priest ran into the court hall of the priest's mansion with the things secretly handed over to him by Princess Fanluo. A moment later, more than a hundred priests shouted "wronged" and were crushed;

On the execution ground, more than ten thousand members of the Xiao clan cursed endlessly and were filled with resentment, their heads were decapitated in an instant, and blood flowed like rivers in an instant;

In the land of Kyushu, the flames of war are raging all over the sky, and there are ruins and corpses everywhere;

On the Nine Cauldrons, the divine animal reliefs that have been shining for thousands of years and have not faded in the slightest are all dim, dilapidated and mottled;

In Dingzhou, there is only one voice resounding: "When will my Dingzhou be restored?!"

Princess Fanluo said: "I have committed sins and owed debts, and I can only rely on you to pay them back."

The old man and the young man in the coffin suddenly opened their eyes and said, "Your mother and concubine committed crimes and owed debts, and you need to pay them back!"

The decapitated priest, the Xiao clan, and thousands of bones are all saying: "Your mother and concubine committed sins and owed debts, and you need to pay them back!"

Xiao Yimo didn't know how long he had been in a daze, but suddenly he felt that Yin Fuque's breath was different, he hurriedly looked up, and saw that Yin Fuque's brows were clenched and his teeth clenched tightly, his face was full of pain, Dou Big cold sweat was rolling down from his forehead.

Xiao Yimo was startled, but before she could stand up, Yin Fuque suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time punched himself hard on the chest, and then opened his mouth to spurt out a stream of blood.

Xiao Yimo was shocked, rushed forward and hugged Yin Fuque's arms tightly and shouted: "What's wrong with you?! Are you crazy?!"

After Yin Fuque's shortness of breath calmed down a bit, he looked up at Xiao Yimo who was full of anxiety and smiled softly, "Have you ever seen... ahem... I'm so normal... a lunatic?"

Xiao Yimo took a closer look at Yin Fuque, who seemed to have no abnormalities other than being extremely weak: "Are you okay? Then you were just now..."

Yin Fuque shook his head slightly: "Just now... it was to... clear the blood... but if you don't let go, I will... I won't be able to breathe."

Only then did Xiao Yimo realize how ambiguous his posture was, he jumped back suddenly as if he was burning his hands, blushing and said at a loss: "I... I'd better find shopkeeper Tang to come and see you." Just ran to the door.

"Hey! Then you have to...cough cough...come back together...you are me...my protector."

Xiao Yimo's hand stopped on the doorknob, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I won't think wildly at this time, and I won't run around alone." After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

After Yin Fuque coughed violently again, he said to himself, "It's finally in time... It's only a little bit away from becoming obsessed..."