Embrace the blade

When Qi Zhaoxi brought Jiang Li back to the hospital, Jiang Li had already regained some strength, but he still couldn't help but walk into the door with his arms around his waist, half-supported and half-carried, and he was pressed on the armchair.

Jiang Li looked around, only to realize that this was not his own room, so Qi Zhaoxi took out a long-necked porcelain bottle from his luggage, poured a black pill in his palm, turned around and said to him, "Swallow this first, and protect yourself." Hold your heart."

Jiang Li shook his head: "No, I'll just rest for a while."

"You want to be brave again, do you think I can't deal with you because of internal injuries?" Qi Zhaoxi raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Li remembered the pinch he had last time when his palm was bruised, hesitated for a moment, took the pill silently and swallowed it.

Only then was Qi Zhaoxi satisfied, and pulled another stool to sit next to him, and stretched out her hand again.

Jiang Li obediently passed his wrist and let him feel his pulse. Seeing that he hadn't asked for a while, he thought about it and decided to be honest: "When I returned to my room that night, I saw the Cyan Frost Sword on the table. There is nothing else, I didn't have time to tell you, I didn't hide it on purpose."

Qi Zhaoxi looked at him and smiled: "Yes, I see. Qingshuang is a famous sword. Although I don't know who gave it to you and why, since you use it easily, you might as well keep it."

He looked carefully at Jiang Li's weak face again, and couldn't help but wonder: "You obviously have a serious internal injury, how can your pulse be stable?"

When Qi Zhaoxi said this, he tilted his head to look at it, his black hair slipped from his shoulder, revealing the sword wound on his side neck, and the bright red blood rushed into his eyes. The smell, the remaining, unextinguished flame in his heart suddenly rose up and burned, and he felt chills all over his body belatedly.

"Jiang Li, how do you feel?" Qi Zhaoxi asked.

Jiang Li stared blankly at the bloodstain on Qi Zhaoxi's side neck, unable to move his eyes away, the sweet smell became stronger and stronger, almost enveloping him, he couldn't help but took a deep breath, and after hearing the question, he also Only the pale lips moved, making a murmur-like voice: "Cold..."

Not only is it cold, but a distinct sense of hunger welled up in the depths of his weak and feeble body, as if he had exhausted his insides just now, and now there is only an empty shell left, and he urgently needs to swallow something to fill it up, otherwise he will be exhausted to death, The taste of blood whetted him like never before.

Qi Zhaoxi felt that Jiang Li's pulse had changed suddenly, and was about to ask again, but saw Jiang Li stretched out his hand, slowly stroking the unhealed scar on his neck, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, is the injury okay?" Heavy."

Jiang Li heard Qi Zhaoxi's voice coming from far away, and he couldn't understand the meaning for some reason. He clearly opened his eyes, but he seemed to sink into the boundless darkness. Only the warm flesh and blood touched by his fingertips was real. His hunger is real, and only biting into his belly can keep him alive.

Jiang Li leaned into his arms, Qi Zhaoxi's breath was stagnant, and he felt a soft kiss land on the side of his neck, the licking of the tip of his tongue caused a series of numbness, and his heartbeat was chaotic, making his body hot.Feeling the warm breath rubbing against her neck, Qi Zhaoxi raised her arms to hug Jiang Li, couldn't help but smiled softly, and lowered her head to kiss the tip of Jiang Li's ear.

Unexpectedly, the person in his arms was shocked because of this, Jiang Li moved a little distance to look at him, his lips were stained with blood, as if he had been awakened, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Qi Zhaoxi stretched out her thumb to wipe off the blood for him, and asked in a low voice, "Finally you know you love me?"

Jiang Li gritted his teeth and closed his eyes hard. Just when Qi Zhaoxi thought he was going to say something, Jiang Li pushed the chair away, stumbled out the door, and almost fled back to his room.Qi Zhaoxi followed out, only to see Jiang Li hastily shut the door, and the figure leaning against the door showed resistance.

There was a muffled thunder rumbling in the sky.

There was a cool breeze in the courtyard, Qi Zhaoxi stood in the corridor, just knocked on the door, Jiang Li's hasty and suppressed voice came from inside: "Don't come in."

"Jiang Li?"

"Leave me alone."

"...Okay." Qi Zhaoxi slowly withdrew her knocking hand, but did not leave immediately.Behind him was a torrential rain, and the bean raindrops crackled under the eaves, splashing crystal water on the mossy stone steps. He waited patiently for a while, but still did not see any movement from the figure behind the door. Sighing, he turned and went back to his room.

Jiang Li leaned against the closed door, and only when he heard the sound of footsteps fading away amidst the noise of the rain, did he let go of his hanging heart.However, even though Qi Zhaoxi left, the sweet smell of blood was still lingering around, gnawing at his barely regained sanity, Jiang Li anxiously raised his head and finally found that the smell came from Blood on the tip.

He stared at the bright red for a long time, approached involuntarily, and suddenly woke up at the last moment, Jiang Li frowned, clenched his fingers into fists, and forced himself to look away.Jiang Li rummaged around the house aimlessly, finally grabbed a cloth handkerchief and kept wiping his fingers, but no matter how hard he tried, there was always a hint of red sticking to his fingertips, and a fishy-sweet smell lingering on his nose .

Bupa suddenly fell, Jiang Li clutched his chest in pain and knelt on the ground, his heart was beating uncontrollably, as if the flames had already dried up all the blood in his body, his heart was about to burst out of his chest, leaving him alone Draw fresh blood.

Jiang Li struggled to breathe, and hit his vital points with all his strength, then his eyes went dark, he fell to the ground, and fell into a coma as he wished.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing into the open window and wet the corners of his clothes.

Rainy night, Luoyang, Guiyun Villa.

The owner Jiang Xingzhou's room was brightly lit, and the corridor outside the room was crowded with worried people. Listening to the coughing and panting sounds from inside, it was like listening to a decayed bellows being hoarsely sounded, whispering to each other Uneasy eyes.

The rain became more and more urgent. I don't know how long it took. The door creaked open amidst everyone's anticipation, and a gray-robed doctor walked out with a medicine box on his shoulders. What's the matter? Doctor, where is your prescription? Just tell me what medicine you need, I can find it no matter what it is!"

The gray-robed doctor looked at the boy, hesitated to speak, and shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Jiang Lanze widened his eyes and grabbed his sleeve, "You are the most famous doctor in the capital, there is no disease in this world that you can't cure! Look again, think again Way, we can afford as much consultation fee as Guiyun!"

"Lan Ze, don't be rude." Another middle-aged man walked out of the room. He was lean and strong, with a serious face, and he was not angry.

Jiang Lanze let go of his hands and called out reluctantly, "Uncle, but father..."

"Fate is fixed, and manpower cannot resist the sky after all." Jiang Zhongyue sighed, "Don't embarrass the doctor anymore."

The gray-robed doctor nodded, and said: "Young owner, please forgive me. The owner is terminally ill, and the medicine is useless, and the old man can't do anything."

Jiang Lanze fell silent.

Jiang Zhongyue shook his head, sent someone to send the gray-robed doctor back to his room to rest, and then urged everyone to disperse quickly, so that the owner of the villa could rest in peace.

Ji Xiuming stood at the front and watched silently. When he left, he naturally fell to the last. He heard Jiang Lanze's voice suddenly sounded from behind, as if he was holding on to the last ray of hope.

"Old man Xugu! Uncle, and the old man Xugu from southern Xinjiang! Everyone in the world knows that he has excellent medical skills, and he will definitely be able to save my father. Let's invite him!"

Jiang Zhongyue's tone was full of disapproval: "Do you know that the old man Xugu has lived in seclusion for many years, and how many people in the world have been unable to ask for medicine. How can you be able to invite him if you just ask? Besides, no matter how powerful his medical skills are, he still has a lot of medicine. Can you really change your life against the sky?"

"Then I'll go and beg him myself! I have to try it, how will I know it won't work if I don't try it?"

"Lan Ze, don't be self-willed." Jiang Zhongyue said in a more serious tone, "The owner of the villa is not long now, and you are not by your side to serve as a filial piety, why do you still want to go out and mess around?"

Then Jiang Lanze argued again, but unfortunately Ji Xiuming had gone far away and couldn't hear clearly.

He held up the umbrella and walked slowly back into the room, lit the candlesticks, and fell into deep thought in front of the dancing candle flames.In all fairness, although the owner of Jiang Xingzhou was not close to him, he cared a lot, never treated him badly, and always protected him to gain a foothold in Guiyun. How will it fall?

The longer Ji Xiuming thought about it, the more he felt that this flickering fire was like the remaining life of the owner of the villa, and also like his own uncertain future.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Ji Xiuming opened the door, just in time a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating people in the future, a square-faced man with an ordinary face smiled, but his face suddenly changed.

"Why, I'm not welcome?" The man looked at him.

"I said that I won't have any communication with you." Ji Xiuming was about to close the door immediately, but the man reached out to hold the door in time, and said, "Don't worry, I have some important news for you. I just don't know if this is good news or bad news for you."

"Speak quickly."

"Jiang Yunruo is still alive."

Ji Xiuming was taken aback for a moment, and his surprise was beyond words: "Really? If Yun is still alive, where is he now and how is he?"

"Couldn't you be happy from the bottom of your heart?" The man looked at his reaction meaningfully, "Why don't you think about it, if Jiang Yun is still alive, if he shakes everything out, then what should you do? ?”

Ji Xiuming's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

The man stepped into the room, and the rain also trickled in. He said slowly: "You should carefully consider whether to let a 'dead man' mess up your plan and destroy your reputation, or—" He stood upright. He gestured with his palm in front of his throat, "Kill him again?"

"Shut up!" Ji Xiuming's voice almost changed, "I didn't kill him, I didn't do it, you guys tricked me and used me! I never thought of killing anyone!"

"If thinking like this can make you feel better, then you can say whatever you want." The man smiled, "But do you think Jiang Yunruo will listen to your excuse? Could it be that he would say that you were tricked and used because you knelt in front of him in a panic? , and then let you go?"

This sentence hit the nail on the head, Ji Xiuming's face was ashen, and he couldn't utter a word.

The man approached, and patted Ji Xiuming's shoulder affectionately: "I know it's hard for you to make up your mind, come to me when you figure it out." After that, the man turned and left, not forgetting Close the door for him.

Ji Xiuming stood stiffly in the room, gasping for breath like drowning, his expression kept changing, and his mind became entangled into a mess.After a long while, he staggered around the screen, sat down on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, removed the pillow, lifted the quilt, groped for a while, and removed a bed board, revealing A narrow wooden box hidden in between.

The wooden box was opened, and a slender sword lay quietly in it. The scabbard was pure black, and the simple patterns engraved on it glowed coldly.Ji Xiuming slowly drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold light shot out in an instant, almost lighting up half of the room. Looking closely at the sword grid, there were two seal characters engraved on it that could shake the world - 'no doubt'.

Suddenly there was another "bang bang" knock on the door.

Ji Xiuming was startled, and hastily put the sword of no doubt back to its original position, and covered it up again, but he didn't want to answer the door, and just sat there motionless, waiting for the people outside the door to walk away by themselves.

Unexpectedly, the knocking on the door became more urgent, and then Jiang Lanze's crying voice was heard.

"Senior Brother Ji, open the door quickly, I have something to find you!"

Only then did Ji Xiuming remember that it was still raining heavily outside, he hurriedly got up and opened the door, and pulled Jiang Lanze into the room.The young man was drenched all over, looking at him eagerly with his red eyes, water drops rolled down his cheeks, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Why are you crying, Lanze, what's the matter?" Ji Xiuming softened his voice and got a Jinpa to wipe his face.

Jiang Lanze wiped his face indiscriminately, choked up and said, "Uncle doesn't allow me to go to southern Xinjiang to seek medical treatment, but he won't let me try. Just watching my father leave like this, I'm not willing to die! Brother Ji, I can only come here Please, please help me, accompany me to the southern border to find old man Xugu."

Ji Xiuming hesitated, Jiang Lanze hurriedly added: "I will take care of my uncle, and I will never let him punish you. As long as I can save my father, I will obey you on the way!"

After the conversation with the man just now, Ji Xiuming was upset and didn't want to stay in Guiyun Villa, he thought about it, finally nodded and said: "Okay."

The night is getting darker, but the rain is still not light, like pouring rainwater to wash away the turbid air between the heaven and the earth, and arouse the fragrance of the grass and trees on Jiuyuan Mountain.

Yin Huaishu is waiting in front of the hall.Before Hong Nu went in to report, he specifically asked about the retreat status of the young master of the Prajna Sect. Hong Nu smiled at him knowingly and said in a low voice: "It is said that the young master has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation of mind. , as many as last year."

Yin Huaishu calmed down a little, but still felt a little apprehensive. He didn't force himself to calm down until Hong Nu opened the door and asked him to enter, and walked in with a gesture of letting go.

He bowed his head and knelt down in the hall, and said to the old leader on the throne: "Yin Huaishu's guard is not effective, please punish him."

The old leader looked at him wonderingly: "The guards are weak, where do you start?"

"The right protector is well known for his intoxicating human Gu technique. A few days ago, he heard that someone in Qiancheng City had refined Gu, so he took his subordinates to check it out. Unexpectedly, it was a trap carefully set by someone. The situation at that time Tragic, the entire army of the sect led by him was annihilated, and the right protector also died under the pincer attack, only the subordinates were lucky enough to recover their lives."

"Ibuzhi is dead?!" The old leader stood up abruptly, with an exaggerated and complicated expression on his wrinkled face, which made it hard to tell whether it was ecstasy or shock.

Yin Huaishu took out the piece of flesh from his arms and raised his hands above his head: "It's absolutely true."

Hong Nu took it and presented it to the old leader for a closer look. The scarlet tattoo was intact and not fake at all.The old leader turned his gaze back to Yin Huaishu who was kneeling, knowing in his heart that he had come to surrender, with a smile on his face: "Since Yi Buzhi is dead, do you want to take the vacant position of right protector?" ?"

Yin Huaishu lowered his eyes respectfully, and replied: "This kind of honor, no one in the whole church will refuse."

The old leader suddenly suppressed his smile, and snorted coldly: "It's not that easy, Yin Huaishu, I still have something to ask you."

"Huai Shu must know everything."

"The day my shadow died, were you there?"

Yin Huaishu paused slightly, his back was drenched in cold sweat, hesitated again and again, but still answered truthfully: "... yes."

"How did Ying'er die?"

Yin Huaishu couldn't help raising his eyes, and said, "The leader must have known..."

"I want to listen to you!" The old leader interrupted him angrily, "Tell me the whole story exactly!"

"..." Yin Huaishu took a deep breath, and then said, "The young master invited the young master to go there that day, using the excuse that he missed the young master's birthday earlier, and wanted to make up for him, and prepared many novelties to coax him The young master was very happy. Later, the young master took out the fruit wine. Although the young master remembered your instructions, he drank it all for fear of offending his elder brother. In the nest."

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear anything, and couldn't help but sneak a glance upwards, only to see the old leader trembling all over, and two lines of clear tears flowed from his cloudy old eyes. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and nodded. A token was thrown to him: "Take it and go to the priest, he will naturally understand. Tomorrow I will announce to the whole church that you will succeed you as the right protector."

Yin Huaishu felt relieved, put away the token, kowtowed to thank him, and stepped back.

According to the words, he went to the priest's residence. When the other party saw the token, he asked Yin Huaishu to lie down on the bed without asking any more questions, and spread his clothes to reveal his right collarbone.The priest was indifferent throughout the whole process, and only complained in a low voice that his poisonous blood caused trouble when he started tattooing.

Everything went smoothly, but unexpectedly, when they were leaving, they bumped into He Lan who was waiting outside the courtyard with an umbrella.

He Lan had obviously been waiting for a long time, and when he saw him, he asked, "Where is Protector You? Where is he? Why didn't he go to Islam with you?"

Yin Huaishu didn't pay any attention to it, and was about to walk past her as if he didn't see her.

He Lan anxiously reached out and grabbed him: "I'm asking you something! Why didn't Protector You come back? What did you say to him? How could he only take you there with his actions!"

Yin Huaishu struggled to get rid of her hand, and saw her anxious look in a blink of an eye, and suddenly smiled: "You Guardian? Who said he didn't come back, didn't he just stand in front of you?"

He Lan was stunned, and before he could understand what he meant, Yin Huaishu pulled down his collar, revealing the scarlet tattoo on the right under the collarbone.

He Lan suddenly went crazy, threw away the umbrella, and rushed forward to fight him desperately.

The two oil-paper umbrellas fell to the ground almost at the same time. Yin Huaishu had been on guard for a long time, pushed away her shoulders, raised his hand and slapped her on the face. He Lan fell into the muddy water, his cheeks hurt like fire, and he was in a mess. , still screaming at him through the rain curtain.

Yin Huaishu wiped the rain off his face, turned to leave indifferently.

He Lan was trembling with anger, and screamed: "Yin Huaishu, do you really think that everything will be fine if you become a Dharma protector? Let me tell you, that old man has only a few years to live. If you take refuge in him, you will die sooner or later." !"

Until this sentence, Yin Huaishu's footsteps stopped, and he sneered: "At least I will live longer than you."

Then he left without looking back, but instead of going back to his residence, he walked into the stone room of Ibuzhi in Houshan.

Yin Huaishu stood quietly in the empty room, he could hear the sound of endless rain, the rustling of snakes, insects and scorpions surging in the pool in front of him, and the tattoo under his collarbone that symbolized his status was aching.He was puzzled, this moment should have been ecstatic, but he found it boring.

As if everything had changed, and as if he couldn't change anything.

In the silence, Yin Huaishu suddenly jumped into the pool. Like countless times before, those poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions were all startled, and moved away from him in fear, swarming towards the edge of the pool. Where he stood, there was a blank space.

So he laughed abruptly, echoing in the stone room, he couldn't stop laughing, had to bend down, had to kneel down on the ground, even his head touched the cold stone slab, he was just laughing, dripping wet The traces of water appeared quietly, and finally it was impossible to tell whether it was crying or laughing.