birth

A whole week passed between the day when he passed out and when Fule opened his eyes again.

And this week, he first had a high fever—the aftermath of playing in cold water in Lesi Temple that day.Zhang Yi found an imperial doctor for him, but the fever has not gone away, and the demon has committed another crime. The red light between the foreheads is getting deeper and deeper, his face is transparent, and his lips are pale. Breathing dead.

Zhang Yi spent three days and three nights with great effort to suppress Fuer's inner demons. When he opened the door and came out, it happened to be noon, and the sun was scorching the earth. He leaned against the door with some weakness Bian'er slipped and sat on the ground. Xue Rongbao, who came to check the situation, saw him, and immediately ran over impatiently, and supported him with his hands, "Master, master, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yi waved his hands weakly at him, lowered his head, struggled to get rid of Xue Rongbao's support, and just lay on his back on the ground, gasped for a long time with his eyes closed, and then said weakly, "Tired...I'm exhausted to death." .”

Fu Er's inner demons are getting worse and worse, and the matter of going to Nanqi must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Zhang Yi was going to wait for Fuer's situation to get better before leaving. Thinking of this, he frowned belatedly, opened his eyes and narrowed them into slits. idea.

Zhang Yi let out a hiss and asked, "By the way, where is that bastard Xu Jia? Have you been here in the past three days?"

Xue Rongbao went to fetch water for him and shouted, "Ah, Your Majesty, he left the palace with his godfather three days ago."

Zhang Yi got up from the ground, raised his eyebrows and thought, what a coincidence?

Xue Rongbao trotted all the way holding the well water that had just been pumped up, and said with a smile, "Master, drink water."

"Yeah." Zhang Yi took the water. The well water was cool and sweet. After taking a sip, he felt sober. "What did they go to do?"

Xue Rongbao, "I said I would go to see the venue for this year's spring hunting first."

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, and threw the water bowl on the wooden board with a "slap", "Does he need to go in person for this matter?"

Xue Rongbao didn't know why he was angry, and said blankly, "Maybe the emperor is bored in the palace, just find an excuse to go out and play, and it's the annual holiday period, so it's nothing."

Zhang Yi slammed his hands and blew his beard and stared, "What do you mean nothing?! Fuer's fate is almost over, but he is fine, and he still has the mind to go out and play?"

Back then, I swore to him that "I can't do it without him", go to hell!

Seeing him so angry for the first time, Xue Rongbao lowered his head with his lips pursed, not daring to say anything more.

Zhang Yi has been helping Er to calm down his inner demons day and night for the past few days. He has long been in a stomach and has nowhere to vent his anger. Now after roaring, he feels that the air in his chest has been smoothed out a lot, but he can rest with his legs swaying After a while, the tip of his nose smelled more and more rampant devilish energy. He was startled and staggered when he stood up. Thanks to Xue Rongbao's support, he didn't fall to the ground. When he walked, his legs were shaking. Trembling, "Rong Bao, close the door."

Xue Rongbao, "No."

It is only half an hour since he suppressed the inner demon last time.The time is getting shorter and shorter, and his cultivation base and spiritual power alone can't last long, the only way now is to forcibly wake up Fuer, and then make plans.

In fact, Zhang Yi would not forcibly wake up Fuer unless it was absolutely necessary, because now Fuer's body could not bear it at all. Not only did he lose his spiritual power, but he also had a high fever, and he was greatly hurt inside and out. loss.The injury caused by the forced awakening last time has not healed yet, but... Zhang Yi sighed, and then pushed his palm into the spirit.

The spiritual power erupted in an instant, and penetrated along the blood-red imprint on Fu'er's forehead. The two forces repelled and confronted each other, and each wanted to devour the other.

Zhang Yi half-stretched, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Fu'er felt as if he was in a world of ice and fire, a fire in his heart almost melted him, but ice scum formed on his skin.His consciousness was chaotic. For a while, he felt that he was on the Qingshi Mountain, for a while, he felt that he was walking in the rain, and for a while, he saw himself staying in Gancheng. It seemed that countless himself were torn apart in an instant, and countless scenes overlapped in an instant. , the ears were noisy, constantly challenging the last tight nerve.

Then, all the images turned into beams of light and rushed towards the same place, slowly pieced together to form Xu Jia's face. Said, "Brother, you just like me, why dare not admit it?"

No, it's not like that, he didn't!Fu Er suddenly stood up and drew out his sword, Xu Jia in front of him was digested into thousands of light spots at the same instant, everything around him went dark, Fu Er couldn't even see the sword in his hand clearly, his jaw line was tight. Stretched, watching everything around vigilantly.

Suddenly, there was a sticky feeling under his feet, as if something was dragging him down, ice and soft.

Fuer lowered his head and saw the familiar swamp again, he clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

Rampant laughter sounded on the opposite side, Fuer slowly raised his head, and saw a figure standing about five meters away from him, everything around him was dark, only the surroundings exuded subtle Light, looking against the light, the man's appearance is not very clear, but Fuer still recognized it, and was very sure - it was himself.

Fuer's strength in holding the sword continued to increase. He was very clear that he was in an illusion, because he felt a steady supply of spiritual power from his own spiritual sea. Such a long-lost feeling actually made his blood surge in an instant. ,"you again."

The figure smiled and looked at him, "What do you mean it's me again? I'm here when you are, because I am you."

Fuer gritted his teeth, never had he been so resolute like now, "You are not me."

The figure said, "I am you."

"You are not." Fuer's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he said calmly, "I never smile like that."

"What? You mean—is that so?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure on the opposite side rushed towards him like a sword, and Fuer seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and raised his sword to meet him.The moves, spells, movements, angles, and even the number of moves of the two are the same. The blade of the sword glowing with cold light cuts through the chaos, and is swallowed by the chaos again.

The wounds hit on the opponent's body will bite back on oneself again.

He can't kill him.

A flash of determination flashed in Fu'er's heart, he stepped back, and the sword that was stabbing at the opponent suddenly changed direction, heading towards his own neck.

That figure stood on the ground, looked up at Fuer floating in mid-air, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "What are you going to do? Kill yourself? Fuer."

Fuer looked at him, there was neither struggle nor pain in his eyes, not even the slightest hesitation, "If, as you said, you are a part of me, then even if I die, I will never let you stay people."

He is the chief disciple of the Wangshuo Sect, he has his own pride and persistence, he will help you, and he will never be willing to fall into the devil.

Fuer lowered his head and looked down at his identical self. He watched himself clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, and his gaze was full of viciousness and resentment.

Fu'er closed his eyes, and leaned the sword in his hand towards his neck, the cold blade was pressed against his pale neck, and the warm blood seemed to be about to break through the fragile skin and spurt out.At the moment when the sword was about to pierce the skin, Fuer heard a familiar voice, "Brother! Stop!"

Fu Er subconsciously opened his eyes, only then did he realize that the figure on the ground had disappeared, replaced by Xu Jia, the Xu Jia who was wearing a black robe and a crown jade on his head.

Fu'er's eye sockets were instantly red, and the strength in his hand was subconsciously weaker.

Xu Jia looked at him anxiously, and stretched out a hand towards him, as if wanting to lead him down, "Brother, come down, okay?"

Because of his action, Fuer subconsciously took another half step back.

Xu Jia's eyes were focused and passionate, as if hiding a fire, it was hard to ignore - just like how he had looked at him thousands of times before.His frown suddenly loosened, and he smiled at him, "Brother, may I take you to see the Jin hairpin flower?"

Fu Er's lips moved, and he whispered, "Jin Hairpin?"

"Yes, Jin Zanhua, do you still remember?" Xu Jia's hand moved a little closer to him, his eyes full of eagerness, "Brother, come down, I'll take you to see it."

Fuer didn't back away like before, it seemed that he didn't reject his approach.But when Xu Jia wanted to touch the corner of his clothes, his eyes froze suddenly, and he swung his sword and slashed at him. The sword slid across Xu Jia's arm, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound.

Xu Jia looked at him and smiled sinisterly, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother?"

"You are not, you are not Xu Jia." Fu Er looked at him and said with certainty.

Xu Jia raised his arm and wiped his chin, which was stained with a few traces of blood, "Aren't I brother? Look more clearly, am I not?"

Fuer warned himself thousands of times in his heart that this was just a trick of the demon, but he still had doubts the moment he raised his head, why did he look so similar?Even the raised angle of the eyebrows, the position where the little pear dimples appeared, and the playful smile in the eyes, why are they all the same?

Fuer trembled and slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

It turns out that each of these careless little moments has been deeply engraved into his bone marrow.

At the moment when he opened his eyes, Fu Er didn't hesitate anymore, swung his sword and bent down to stab Xu Jia's chest.

Xu Jia didn't expect that, seeing Fu Er's stupefied look, he thought his heart had softened again, but who knew that he had just taken half a step forward when a sword pierced through his entire heart.He stared at him in astonishment, his eyes were full of disbelief, the blood spurting from his chest stained his skirt and Fuer's eyes red.

At that moment, Xu Jia in front of him disappeared, and Fu Er saw his own appearance again, he actually smiled when he saw himself, "You are willing to kill him."

"What about him? Are you willing to kill him?"

The light spots emerged and surged, followed by the appearance of little Xu Jia when he was a child. He had just reached his knees, and now he was looking up at him ignorantly, with both hands stretched out for him, and pointing to his own. With a tear in his chest, he said to Fu Er, "Brother, my heart hurts so much."

Fu'er's pupils shrank sharply, and he let go of his grip on the sword. He staggered back two steps in a daze, and then sat directly on the ground.

And little Xu Jia still had the sword stuck in his chest, and was crawling towards him tremblingly, crying, "Brother, I'm in so much pain."

Fuer hugged his head shyly, growled in pain, and almost collapsed in an instant.

No, that's not the case.

No, no, no...

The memory went back to that rainy night at the beginning, he saved the child buried in the soil because of a mistake, he took him so far, he brought him to Gancheng, he wanted to treat him well, so even if I have spent all my cultivation and never resented him in my heart, so even if I risked my life, I wanted to help him detoxify... But why did things become like this.

There seemed to be another savage force coming from his waist, and he seemed to see Xu Jia's eyes flushed again, and asked him stubbornly, "What kind?"

These delusions caused Fuer's spirit to break down, and he said "I'm sorry" to the little Xu Jia who crawled over with tears streaming down his face.

So many sorry, more than what Xu Jia said after waking up from detoxification.

I'm sorry, I wanted to take good care of you, I wanted to do everything well.

Still messed up.