Doe

The silver needle pulse measurement lasted for two full years, but the Yu family still failed to find the location of the blood curse in Xie Xunwei's body.Mrs. Yu became more and more anxious. She finally found out that in the battle of Baochen Mountain, the Yu family lost most of their elites, but gained nothing.No one could touch the six-petal lotus heart cut out of Baili Jueming's chest, and they couldn't even touch the eternal flame on the petals.Where the six-petal lotus heart passes, the air is hot and the vegetation is scorched.Xianmen can only choose to seal it in the No.18 Prison of Tiandu Mountain, waiting to find a way to use it in the future.

And this Xie Xunwei is cursed, no one can take away her Yin.Chu Zhishan's curse has not been solved so far, and he spends almost every day in retreat in the lacquered water pavilion, suppressing the flame curse on his right hand, and twice as many furnace corpses were carried out of the water pavilion than in the past.

"What a cassia!" Mrs. Yu gritted her teeth.

The children below are useless, as she gets older, she is gradually unable to handle common affairs, and the power of the Yu family is weakening.The kid from the Mu family looked silent, but his methods were quite thunderous. In the past year, the foundry business of the Mu family had a faint tendency to surpass that of the Yu family. up the market.

Had to come up with a better way.She seemed to have an idea, and summoned the clinic, "I don't need to use acupuncture for Xie Xunwei for the time being, let her take good care of her body."

The doctor lowered his eyebrows and nodded, "Yes."

In the darkness at the corner of the wall, a shadow silently retreated from the gap between the floor tiles.Cloudy, no sun, bright white and bleak sky.It followed the shadow of the servant girl passing by the entrance of the hall, flashed into the shadow of the rockery and the flowers and trees, passed under the wide eaves, flew like a crow into the quiet garden like a grave, and returned to Xie Xunwei's feet side.

The ghost image has no physical body and cannot speak, so it twists its figure on the ground and climbs out of a snake-like path to form words.Seeing Xie Xunwei, he lowered his eyes and said, "A new disaster is coming."

The shadows moved like a swarm of bees, arching their backs like blades.Xie Xunwei dripped blood on the ground, and the blood seeped into the shadow.

The blood of pure yin is more suitable for cultivation than the blood of ordinary people. His ghost servant Taoism has grown rapidly, and he is no longer afraid of the sun in the first, second, and third grades of junior high school.Perhaps in time, they can grow into real evil spirits.He didn't completely rely on these ghost attendants. The silver needles every seven days taught him acupuncture. He experimented on his own body and gained a lot in medicine.He silently wrote the "Lingshu Sutra" he had read on Baochen Mountain in the past, and devoted himself to enlightenment.Then there is the wind method taught to him by the master. He opened his palm, and the wind was spinning in his hand. The silver needle was lifted and rotated slowly, and the piercing silver light shone brightly.

He has never stopped cultivating. He knows that only by becoming strong can the damned die and the alive return to the world.

"Hey!"

Suddenly there was a clear and clear shout outside the window, Xie Xunwei immediately stopped the flirtatious palm, and the silver needle was quietly hidden in the quilt.He raised his eyes and looked towards the window lattice.Two heads protruded from the window drawer, a man and a woman, one fat and one thin.He recognized them, Mrs. Yu's sons and daughters, the fat one was named Yu Fuchun, who was two years older than him.The thin one is Yu Tingqiu, a few months older than him, with an arrogant temper.

"Sister Xunwei," Yu Fuchun asked cautiously, "We are going to Shiquan Street to listen to an opera, will you come with me?"

He shook his head.

"Tell you not to come here with a hot face and a cold butt. If you come here, people will ignore you at all!" Yu Tingqiu scolded Yu Fuchun.

"Sister Xunwei, let's go together, you haven't gone out for a long time." Yu Fuchun refused to leave.

Xie Xun lowered his face slightly and frowned in disgust.When he raised his face, he changed into a sad expression, "Dalang, you go. I am weak and can't walk."

"It's okay!" Yu Fuchun happily climbed in from the window sill, "I'll carry you!"

He looked at Xie Xunwei with sparkling eyes, and he didn't hide his liking at all.Xie Xunwei knew that every time he left Jingyuan to go to the front yard, this guy would hide behind the pillar and watch him secretly.Yu Fuchun liked him, and sent his mother-in-law to deliver cakes and bird's nests every day, and once even sent him ice cicada jade, which was worth a thousand dollars.

As much as Yu Fuchun gave, and as much as he threw away, only the ice-chan jade was left behind.Once when Yu Tingqiu bumped into pouring cakes, Yu Tingqiu said angrily: "If you don't like it, just tell my brother, why are you hanging him?" He smiled coldly and wiped the cake crumbs off his hands , turned and left.

Now that Yu Fuchun was going to carry him, he hated it like a bug stuck to the bottom of his feet.

Seeing that he was not moving, Yu Fuchun scratched his head, took out a handkerchief to wrap his hands, and then carried him on his back, "Sister Xunwei, don't be afraid, come up."

He slowly climbed up Yu Fuchun's back, looked at the shadow on the ground calmly, and immediately an invisible ghost floated out and pressed on his shoulder.The ghost pressed on his back, the weight increased sharply, and Yu Fuchun lay down like dough.

Yu Fuchun wept and said, "My sister is a bit heavy, I can't carry it."

Yu Tingqiu said angrily: "Why are you so useless? You can't carry someone on your back, and you still want to ask him to be your daughter-in-law!"

She pulled Xie Xunwei off Yu Fuchun's back, and pulled him onto her back.The weight of Xie Xunwei and the ghosts failed to crush this girl, Xie Xunwei silently added more ghosts, a total of ten ghosts piled on his shoulders, Yu Tingqiu couldn't breathe, and rushed out quickly without saying a word.

Xie Xunwei: "..."

They got into the carriage, and a large group of Yu family's children followed behind the carriage.Xie Xunwei knew well that these children were not here to escort Yu Jia Dalang and Erniang, but to guard Xie Xunwei and not let him escape.

The Shiquan Street teahouse is crowded with people, and they listen to the opera in the private seats on the second floor with the best view.He looked downstairs and thought of Master, Master was poor, if there were many people, he could only be squeezed on the edge of the crowd.The excerpts are sung one after another, and it is another story about a female ghost and a scholar. Sheng and Dan are lingering in love, breaking the vows in the temple, and parting between life and death in a snowy night.

"It's all fake, I lied to you kids." Master's words were still ringing in my ears.

He couldn't help crying, how could it be fake?Master, aren't you and I parting ways?

His tears frightened Yu Fuchun, Yu Tingqiu said he was faking, and told Yu Fuchun to leave it alone.From then on, Yu Fuchun never took him to listen to the theater again, he just sent cakes to Jingyuan for food day after day, and Xie Xunwei poured the cakes into the pool day after day.In winter, when it was snowing heavily, Mrs. Yu took Xie Xunwei to the Hanshan Dojo.

"This girl is too weak. I will take her to practice on the mountain. You brothers and sisters are better off staying at home." She said.

He looked back in the wind and snow, his long and curled eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, then he turned around and walked step by step towards the longest nightmare of his life.

The curse left to him by the master needs conditions to trigger, as long as those three parts are avoided, the curse will not activate.Mrs. Yu seized this loophole and sold the right to touch him, touch him, and watch him to the men of Xianmen in exchange for convenience and preferential treatment in business dealings.

During the day, Mrs. Yu invites famous prostitutes to teach him how to play the piano and the flute. At night, men come to the door laughing and laughing. He accompanied him with wine in the dim lights.Those rough or greasy hands brushed his waist intentionally or unintentionally, and obscene eyes lingered on his bare arms.He is 15 years old and has not yet grown up. His immature body is between a man and a woman.Everyone was obsessed with his beautiful face, and even willingly crawled at his feet, asking him to whip their backs with a whip.

After drinking three rounds, the man with the highest bid can stay for the night and hug him to sleep together.Madam Yu was afraid that they would accidentally trigger Xie Xunwei's curse, and forbade Xie Xunwei to remove all his clothes.It helped him hide his gender, but it didn't make the men any less obsessed with him.Xie Xunwei also thought about whether confessing his identity could be saved, but looking at those immortal clan furnaces that have suffered humiliation, there are countless men and women, and the big families of Jiangzuo immortal clan all regard the presence of seductive child molesters as their status symbols.He finally understood why Shizun sneered at Xianmen, but he was too young, and Shizun never told him dirty things about Xianmen.He also understands that a stunning man can only make these ugly guys more excited.

Numerous principals, elders, and patriarchs of the immortal sect visited Hanshan Dojo. During the day, they taught the younger generation of the sect to help the world, to help the poor, to defend the way, and at night, they indulged in Xie Xunwei's qin flute, competing for high prices.The true face of Hanshan Dojo is a secret that will never be revealed among the elders of Xianmen.

In the dead of night, he broke free from the man's dirty and smelly embrace, and sat at the foot of the bed with his knees hugged.The moonlight fell on his feet, and his heart was as dry and cold as this vast and cold moon.He tried countless times to take advantage of their deep sleep, inspire a curse, and burn them to ashes.But he knew that once he did so, he would surely die.He must survive, and only by surviving will he have the time to meet his master.

Yu Fuchun's gifts and invitations came to his desk through the wind and snow.He discarded everything, and he never read every flyer.He wrote down the name and family of every person who came to the door, the Yuan family in Liujun, the Chu family in Shanyin, the Lu family in Danyang, the Mao family in Luling... The cold hatred fermented in his chest, and his ghost servant was nourished by blood and resentment As he grew up, the sharp wind blade formed in his palm, until a year later, when he made his first move, he inserted the silver needle into the neck of the sleeping man beside him.

The man woke up suddenly, his eyes wide open.Like a dying butterfly, he was firmly tied to the bed by silver needles.A needle was pierced into the Tiantu point under the throat, and he lost the ability to speak.

Xie Xunwei observed his body and acupuncture points, his eyes were extremely gentle and extremely cold.The man shuddered under his cold palm and whimpered.Xie Xun put his index finger against his lips, "Hush, the more you struggle, the more painful it will be."

Xie Xun pressed slightly on the center of his brow, and the slender silver needle pierced from between his brows and entered into the inner palace of his brain.Spiritual power burst out from the tip of the needle, transforming into countless feather-like veins, connecting with his meridians.The man's body convulsed and trembled like a freshly dehydrated fish, he paused suddenly, and finally lost his voice.

Xie Xunwei was very disappointed, "Is he dead?"

He sewed a small piece of icy cicada jade into the belly of the corpse, and ordered Chuyi to put on this dead skin and leave the Hanshan Dojo in broad daylight.

"Imitate their actions, become one of them, and don't let them find out that you are a ghost." Xie Xun reminded with a smile.

So, from that day on, all the men who stayed overnight became his test subjects. He injected needles on them, letting the silver needles flow along the blood vessels and spread all over the limbs.He studied their heads, drilled holes, and watched them scream silently, with spiritual veins faintly appearing on their bright red brains.Later, he discovered the acupoints for peeling off the pain. He made them lose their pain, saw off their skulls, and placed them in front of their eyes, admiring their desperate and terrified eyes.He slit open their chests and watched the beating hearts up close.It's really strange, a person who is obviously extremely black-hearted, but his heart is still bright and fiery.Over the years, he has a clear understanding of the veins and acupuncture points of the human body, and the growth and disappearance of spiritual power. He is gradually proficient in techniques and skills.

At the same time, he persevered in searching for the junction of soul and body.When the No.11 man lay on his bed, his silver needles could already transcend the body and touch the soul.He named his silver needle "Du'e". This name comes from the "Lingshu Jing" in Baochen Mountain.

No one knows what happened to the Hanshan Dojo. The people who came in were living people, and the people who left were ghosts.

Too many people died, and they couldn't be allowed to die suddenly, and they were discovered by Xianmen.Therefore, despite the utmost frugality, ice cicada jade is always in short supply.He wrote books to Yu Fuchun, with eloquent words and gentle brushstrokes.

"Ice jade is rich in shades and green, without any dusty smell. My sister is very happy. If brother finds one or two, can you give me a look? Today, I climbed high and looked far away, flying catkins everywhere, cherry and apricot blossomed in succession. Brother should add clothes, And protect against the spring cold."

Sure enough, Bing Chanyu arrived the next day, and he continued to kill without any blood on his fingers.

At the end of the second year, it was very cold in winter.

The last song is over, the figures are scattered, and the cups and plates are messed up.The singing girl retreated slowly, and he sat alone in front of the mirror to do his makeup.Plum blossoms were pasted between his eyebrows, and black crows were inserted into the flowers on his sideburns. He stood up gracefully, and lifted the misty curtain like mist.A tall and straight man knelt behind heavy curtains with his eyes downcast, a long black sheathed knife at his feet.Even if they are far away, they can feel the Xiaosha aura on his body.As long as he is here, no matter when and where, it will be cold and severe winter.

Xie Xunwei approached slowly and knelt down in front of him.In the huge boudoir, only the two of them stared at each other silently.

"Why is Brother Mu free?" Xie Xun smiled slightly, "How can Xun Wei serve you today?"

Mu Zhishen was silent for a while, then untied the gold button around his neck and the belt around his waist.Without saying a word, he took off his black silk outer garment and draped it over Xie Xun's shoulders, covering his almost bare arms under Xie Xun's frost-colored gauze.The men who came here wanted to strip off Xie Xunwei's clothes, only Mu Zhishen put on his clothes.

"Xie Xunwei," Mu Zhishen's voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, "You have killed too many people."