Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Maybe it's because of the mixed soul, Xiang Guchun never dreams.

Those grotesque dreams were extremely strange to him.But this time, in a daze, he suddenly had his first dream in so many years.

He dreamed that he was still a short man, reading books in the study room with three cups of wine, while the kingfisher was singing and the shadows of the trees were dancing outside the window.

He didn't know why he was extremely sleepy, his eyelids were clenched, and he couldn't read the writing on the book clearly, so he slowly lay down on the table and buried his face in his arms.

The light and shadow outside the lattice window shifted, he heard Xiang Yinli push open the door of the study, and when he saw the disciple who was snoozing and dozing, he paused in his footsteps and seemed to let out a low laugh.

Xiang Yinli didn't wake him up, and went to the bookshelf to get a booklet of exercises.

His master took the ancient book, walked past Xiang Guchun's side with light steps, and put the light blue robe on his body.

In fact, Xiang Guchun had already woken up, but he couldn't move, and in front of his eyes was the darkness that his own arms curled up.He wanted to call "Master", but no sound came out of his throat.

His spiritual power was stagnant, and he was flustered, so he listened stiffly to Xiang Yinli pushing the wooden door and walking out.

--don't want!

He silently shouted in his heart: Master, don't go!

Xiang Guchun twitched violently, and the boy beside the bed trembled in fright, and the herbal medicine album in his hand fell to the ground, making a loud "bang".

The boy didn't care about picking up the book, stood up awkwardly, and hurriedly leaned over, "Are you okay, can you hear me?"

Xiang Guchun opened his eyes with difficulty.

His eyes were gray and foggy, and he could only see a faint ray of light.

Throat rolling, still unable to speak a whole sentence, broken breath overflowing from lips and teeth.

"Don't panic, don't panic." The young man's voice fluctuated from far to near, and Xiang Guchun struggled to hear what the other party was saying.

A scent of medicinal herbs wafted over, and the wrist was pulled out of the quilt, someone pointed on his veins.

The young man said "Well", carefully checked his pulse condition, finally heaved a long sigh of relief, and said in a very relieved way: "My God, it's really not alienated, that's great." The joy in his tone could not be concealed .

"Don't worry, I'm a mortal, this is my home, there's no danger, just rest well, I'll get you some water to drink."

The owner of the voice trotted out of the house, Xiang Guchun lay on his back on the wooden bed, and the pictures not long ago flashed through his mind frame by frame.

He remembered that a large-scale evil current infection occurred in the east, and even seven cities were trapped. He and his master came to rescue.

The tide of the Xieliu River rose for the second time, causing a black vortex in the sky. As the last few people, they had no life to speak of.

Xiang Yinli hid in a cave with him, the two were seriously injured, Xiang Yinli was at the end of his battle, and his spiritual energy was exhausted.

In such a situation, Xiang Guchun was not in a hurry, he had been waiting for this moment all his life.

As Yan Yuanhan said, he is the chance when the head of the prime minister reaches the end of his life.

After returning the soul, the spiritual power has greatly increased, and there may be a glimmer of life.

But Master pressed his hand, shook his head, and said, "No need."

The blood-stained face of the head of Hanshan was as gentle as before, and he smiled: "Don't blame Yuanhan, he is for me. You are no longer a container. You are my disciple. Help me support Hanshan. Do your best to survive."

At the critical moment of life and death, there is no room for more words, Xiang Yinli used up his last spiritual power to tear apart a teleportation formation and pushed him into it.

The teleportation array couldn't even complete the teleportation, and broke into powder halfway, Xiang Guchun fell out, lying on the ground with only half a breath.

Now he is soberly aware that he was picked up by someone and rescued back home, and the other party also took a pulse and said that he was not infected by evil breath.

Xiang Guchun looked at the cloudy black and dusty spots in front of him in bewilderment, and belatedly realized that he survived.

And Master died.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this.

An emotion that he had never experienced bit his chest, and his blood rushed backwards, flowing down the corners of his lips.

The warm liquid filled the eye sockets and dripped into the temples.

why?

Xiang Guchun didn't understand.

Why I survived, this is different from what was agreed.

Yan Yuanhan never wanted to hide his identity, but in fact, it was not the cold-faced sword cultivator who was too clear, but his master Xiang Yinli who really told him about the past.

At that time, the master told him the past without reservation, and he said that he should know why his temperament is different from others.

At that time, the master still called himself Axue, and he pulled the big apprentice who was like an ice sculpture, holding his hand tightly, and he couldn't understand the complicated look in his eyes.

But he heard Master say: "Axue, I'm sorry."

He felt that there was nothing to apologize for, maybe it was because of his indifference, but he sincerely thought there was nothing wrong with it.

Cause and effect have long been entangled.

Following his bloodline induction, he went to the place where he was born. There were silver flowers all over the mountains and plains, and there were no people in the area for a hundred miles. He could get a glimpse of the ferocity of the evil current at that time, and only Yan Yuanhan, who was so desperate, would go there.

And even if you see a dying refugee on the side of the road, no one will take care of you in troubled times, and no one will rescue a stranger who has never met in a precarious situation.

Xianting Yingtong opened his mind early. At that time, he vaguely felt that he was powerless, and he could even hear the beating of his heart gradually slowing down.

Yan Yuanhan, who came here with a desperate fight, scattered his soul and owed him the cause and effect, but he continued his life invisibly, and the cause and effect became entangled again.

Xiang Guchun himself doesn't have much nostalgia, he thinks that Xiang Yinli is a good person, and the cultivation world needs such a good person, and this good person is also liked by many people, the disciples in the sect like it, people all over the world rely on him, Yan Yuanhan never forgets.

There are so many people who like him, then he should survive. Xiang Guchun also likes this master, so he hopes so.

He doesn't know what sadness is, what is the instinctive desire to live as a human being, and he is not afraid of losing, because he has never really been obsessed with anything outside.

He loves the world as much as flowers and plants, half of which is the compassion and compassion of the fairy court, and the other half is the separation and alienation of the chaotic soul.

Xiang Yinli said that he didn't know whether it was good or bad, which made Xiang Guchun feel painless, and also allowed him to easily choose himself.

"What's wrong with you?!" Seeing him vomiting blood and crying, the turning boy thought it was a counterattack from his injury, so he hurriedly showed it to him, and found that it was the result of surging blood and fluttering emotions, which should be the result of excessive grief.

"Oh, you..." The young man knew that the man in front of him was a monk, lying in the grass in such a state of embarrassment, he might have just escaped from the evil current disaster in the east.

It's a miracle that one or two people can survive in the evil disaster. It's not like the boy has never picked up this kind of thing before. It's not surprising that he went crazy.

He wiped the blood from the corner of the monk's lips with a veil, thought for a while and said, "I can't comfort you either, but since you've survived, try your best to keep on living. Surviving...is always good."

The cold spoon touched his lips.

"My name is Weisheng."

The young man fed water to the immobilized monk familiarly, and an unknown bird twittered outside the house, breaking a dead branch.

The young man looked out vigilantly, and just when he was about to stand up, his wrist hurt, and when he looked down, he saw the dying monk clutching his wrist so hard that his bones were almost broken.

Lingbo swayed in the dimly lit room, even though it was very faint, it was still extremely sharp.

Weisheng felt a chill down his spine, as if an invisible long sword surrounded the room, and the point of the sword was pointing at all the vital points on his body.

The cultivator's complexion was even paler, as if his soul would fly away in the next second, his eyes were so gray that they seemed to have lost light, but he was able to lock on to the direction of Weisheng.

Xiang Guchun's eyes were full of killing intent, he panted intermittently, "You—"

"Yeah." The young man was surprised for a moment, but he soon calmed down. His tone seemed a little low, but he still said softly: "You have already done it, let alone I didn't do those things..."

After a pause, he sat back on the head of the bed in frustration, raised his tone on purpose, and yelled: "Okay, okay, if you want to get rid of the harm, just get rid of it."

Xiang Guchun didn't know what "thing" was around him, but from the moment he woke up, he felt a strange breath in the air.

Especially when this young man who claimed to be Weisheng approached, the aura was even more intense to the extreme.

He definitely wasn't the evil breath remaining on his body, and when he held the young man's life gate, he clearly felt that it couldn't be the pulse of the human race.

Just when he was about to inject spiritual power into the opponent's meridians, the strong backlash destroyed Xiang Guchun's precarious spiritual barrier.

That is to say, he only has the advantage of greater strength now, and soon with the spiritual power backlashing back to the root of the dantian, he will lose even this advantage.

The other party can shake off his hand with a little struggle, and even wanting to strangle him alive here is not a problem.

But the young man just let him hold his wrist like that, and after waiting for a long time, he said with a smile: "Just say that you are not that kind of cruel monk, don't worry, my brain can't be any evil cultivator, evil flow of spiritual wisdom, Unfortunately you touch."

He grabbed Xiang Guchun's other hand with his free hand and pressed it to his chest.

Xiang Guchun's eyelashes twitched slightly, and the heart pulse under his palm was extremely weak. He could almost conclude that even a push with his body, which still had some strength left, might be able to break this fragile heart.

He couldn't help but loosen the strength in his hands. After all, the young man was not as bold as his words showed. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll go and see what's going on outside. You lie down properly."

Sensing that the boy had walked a certain distance, Xiang Guchun's body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the eyes were once again covered in darkness.

He could vaguely hear a few strange voices in his ears, and the voices became louder and louder, turning into noisy and sharp roars, which pierced Xianggu Chun's head with severe pain.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it seemed to be dawn.

Xiang Guchun's waking up was almost without the buffer of hazy consciousness, and his spiritual power was running weakly in his body, but it was still a drop in the bucket. His injuries were too serious, and his cultivation was almost destroyed.

Struggling to sit up, the wall against which he was leaning seemed to pierce his back like needles, but compared to the severe pain of exhausted spiritual power and damaged spiritual roots, everything else was tolerable.

He knew that his situation was not good, all kinds of things were not good.

Whether it was the messenger fireworks or the teleportation talisman, they were all exhausted in the previous fight with the alienated evil, and the Zongmen Jade Card had fallen somewhere.

That is to say, he can't contact the outside world at all at present, and Gu Chunjian can't sense it. I don't know if he got stuck on the way or something happened.

Those strange breaths in the air still floated faintly, but they dissipated much more than last night, so faint that they were almost unnoticeable.

But when Weisheng appeared at the gate, he still smelled the evil breath, sandwiched in the faint blood, it became like rotten honey.

"Why are you sitting up?" Weisheng's voice was much hoarse than last night, and he ran over in a few steps, rolled up the newly brought mattress, stuffed it behind his waist, and suddenly looked into the eyes of the swordsman Gu Chun , exclaimed: "You—"

He stretched out his hand and waved in front of the monk, "Can't you see it?"

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