My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

The night is lonely and the stars are indifferent.

Because they were worried about Rong Huai's health, Lingyumen couldn't travel too much, so they only temporarily settled on a small hill three hundred miles away from Tianhu City.

Tianhu City is already at the center of the cultivation world. The Central Territory is such a prosperous place with rich aura. How can it be so easy to find a place with few living things?

Now this desolate hilltop was left after others fought off half of the hilltop.It took them a lot of effort just to find this place.

On weekdays, Little Eleven and the others always like to bring some messy things. In addition, they searched for elixir for Rong Huai in the Central Territory, went to the secret realm many times, and got many weird things.The gorgeous house that is now located on the top of the flattened hill, incompatible with the surrounding desolate environment, is the Mustard Cave Mansion brought out by the Fifth Junior Brother.

He is a craftsman, and he is extremely fond of these magic weapons.At the beginning, most of the Mustard Cave Mansion had been destroyed. After half a month of tinkering, he finally restored it.

Knowing the virtues of his other senior brothers, he didn't want others to live in, but now that the night was dark and heavy, he was reluctant to let his frail senior brother sleep in the wilderness, so he reluctantly let his master and the others live in with them.

"Chongjin, are you there?"

"Come in."

For Rong Huai, the people of Lingyu Sect are always extraordinarily generous. The fifth junior brother directly gave Rong Huai the best room to live in. For other senior brothers, they would be angry for a long time even if they stepped on their own nest.

The pearl light in the room was soft, and the fifth junior brother who came in with melted gloves worriedly looked into the half-draped bed curtain. With the soft light, although the brows of the senior brother were furrowed, fortunately, his face was still calm.

Seeing that the senior brother is fine, the fifth junior brother secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the gloves: "Because I have never seen this kind of material before, so I can only use the remaining Mahayana peak spider silk to refine it together. I hope it will be useful."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The Fifth Junior Brother was obviously frightened by Chongjin's words of hard work, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No hard work, no hard work, this is all I can do for Senior Brother."

Seeing Chong Jin putting gloves on Rong Huai on the bed, the Fifth Junior Brother couldn't help but said, "Is Senior Brother sick? Since the evening, I haven't woken up until now. Is it uncomfortable?"

The slender, jade-white fingers were carefully put into the gloves bit by bit. The hands were warm and cool, but the forehead was slightly hot.Hearing Fifth Junior Brother's words, Chongjin said in a low voice: "Too many things happened today, I should just be a little tired."

Knowing that these words could not stop these people, Chongjin continued: "If you are really worried, you can come and have a look tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then I go out first?"

"Ah."

The door closed again.

"Have you seen Senior Brother?" As soon as Fang went out, the other nine disciples hurriedly grabbed Fifth Junior Brother.

"Eldest brother is still asleep."

"Are you asleep or fainted?"

The Fifth Junior Brother shook his head: "I don't know, but I value Jin's expression, so I should rest because I'm tired. And I see that Senior Brother's face is fine, didn't Senior Senior Brother have to rest every day before?"

"But it's too early to rest today, didn't you ask Chongjin?"

"Ask Chongjin? Why don't you ask?" Fifth Junior Brother pulled back his sleeve and asked angrily.This group of people who only know how to sell fellow students will only push people out, he said: "Chongjin said, we can go in and see the senior brother tomorrow morning."

"That's it."

Hearing this, they were reluctantly relieved, and suddenly the third junior said: "The group of stinky things in Wanluochang are still staring at senior brother, wanting senior brother to be a scapegoat! They have been following for a day, why haven't they left yet?" ?”

The third junior brother is an array cultivator, and has the most keen perception of aura.The aura of the peak of Mahayana has been following them dozens of miles away since they left Wanluochang.

At first Chu Mo let them go first, he thought that Chu Mo was going to deal with this person.

In the end, before he had settled down for half an hour, he followed up again.They were anxious to find a place to stay, and they didn't bother to care about it. If this person didn't have eyes and really wanted to rush up, they were ready to deal with it.But no, this person has always maintained this not far not close distance.

They have long been upset at this person who dared not show up. Now that the elder brother has settled it properly, it is time to deal with this annoying thing.

"Although I followed all the time, I didn't do anything." Eighth Junior Sister whispered.

"Who knows if he came here to inquire about the news?" Little Eleven said, cutting wood with a small carving knife in his hand: "Everyone is not low in cultivation, if he takes advantage of us not paying attention, how can he attack Senior Brother?" manage?"

Hearing that Rong Huai might be attacked, the ten people looked at each other. They didn't forget the scene where everyone in the Wanluo field rushed up today, trying to kill the elder brother.

If it wasn't for the senior brother still there, how could they have left so easily?The elder brother taught them from a young age, to repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge, it is okay to kill, but not for no reason.

When someone wants to kill you, you kill yourself to protect yourself, and it is someone else's debt.But it is the evil cause of oneself to injure someone's life just for one's own liking.

They don't like these nonsense from the bottom of their hearts, but this is what the elder brother taught them, and the elder brother doesn't like blood, so they always follow the principle.Even in the search for elixir for Rong Huai, as long as others don't harm them, they will naturally not kill people.

But now this person's purpose is unknown, and he is still here for the elder brother. They haven't found a place to vent their anger during the day!

"Why don't we just deal with it?" The honest Ninth Junior Brother silently raised his hand.

"Well," the second senior brother who was carrying a sword made of dead wood nodded, "If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're just in case."

"Who is going?"

"I'm a swordsman, so the second senior brother will go. But the second senior brother seems to be a bit troublesome by himself, let the sixth junior brother go with him. It will be much easier to break his soul first, and then make a move." The third senior brother said.

They discussed word by word, as if killing a person was just trampling an ant to death.Even though they have been with Rong Huai for many years and seem to be well-behaved and sensible, their disregard for life in their bones has never changed.

Chu Mo, who was lying on the dead tree, drank the wine from the beginning to the end, listening to their discussion without concern for himself.

"can."

"Let's go."

Seeing that the second and sixth junior brothers were really about to go, Chu Mo put away the wine pot, wiped his mouth, turned over and got down.

"Are you going too?" Seeing Chu Mo coming down, the fifth junior asked.

Chu Mo leisurely walked into the room: "I don't have that much time to spare, I just go to find Xiaohuai and Chongjin."

Looking for Senior Brother and Chongjin? !

The ten disciples who were planning to do bad things just now were shocked immediately, and Little Eleven asked defensively, "Why are you looking for senior brother and Chongjin?"

"Tell them you're going to kill people."

Ten disciples: ...

"Then don't kill him, beat him seriously and drive him away."

"Oh." Chu Mo continued to walk in.

"You are stinky and shameless, you turned your elbows outwards, that person is clearly aiming at senior brother, yet you don't help us, and you still want to sue!" Xiao Shiyi blocked Chu Mo angrily.

The latter sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, it's not for Xiao Huai."

"It's not aimed at senior brother, but who is it aimed at? At you?!"

Chu Mo: "..."

Although he was reluctant, he still nodded: "Yeah."

Although Chu Mo is usually out of tune, he has always been serious about the elder brother and will not joke about it.However, this nod seemed to bring back memories other than their elder brother that filled these people's minds.

Eighth Junior Sister whispered, "Master."

"what?"

"Today in the Wanluo field, you said that you were considered a demon cultivator by the sword sect who had previously attacked our senior brother, and you were imprisoned for 20 years. Finally, you were hunted down and died once. Is this true? "

All right.

Now I don't care about Yuan Heng, just pester him directly.

Chu Mo looked at the ten people around him, his eyes were full of curiosity, and his head hurt.

He nodded reluctantly again.

"Wow, so you've had such a bad time before!"

Chu Mo: "..."

He didn't want to talk to these bastards who only knew how to watch the show.

"Tell me, you said that person came after you, what's your relationship?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what does it matter?" Chu Mo opened the hand holding his clothes in disgust.Who knew that the sword fairy who had no dust in his eyes and made him sick when he saw him, and even let him stay three feet away from him, is now so shameless?Not only did he do it, but he also talked to such an extent that he still had to keep up.

"Tell me, talk about it, although you are lazy and like to drink, it is useless, but in the name of our master, how can you let others bully you like this? Isn't this a shame for our Lingyumen? Tell me, we Help you avenge!"

Chu Mo: "Heh, you guys are really filial."

Before saying to help him avenge, he didn't forget to say a few words about him.

There was chattering outside, and the demonic energy on the gloved hands in the room receded slightly. Although it was not as terrifying as before, it still continued to spread out.

After putting on the gloves, the wisteria wrapped in spiritual energy wound up again to protect Rong Huai's hands.Finally, amidst the two layers of obstacles, the devilish energy barely stopped.

Chong Jin twisted the quilt and covered Rong Huai tightly.After doing all this, he spread his hands.With his back to the light, his darkened hands were reflected in his dark purple eyes.

After all, it is the body of a spiritual plant, even with the peak Mahayana cultivation, it still can't stop Rong Huai's devilish energy, inside it is the same as those elixir flowers and trees, the flesh and blood in the palm of the palm begins to turn black and rot.

Put down the bed curtain, and protect Rong Huai with the aura cover.After making sure that the sleepy Rong Huai could neither hear nor see, Chongjin's right hand turned into a spiritual blade.

The idiot was so exhausted that he couldn't bear it, and he had to look at his hands to make sure that he fell asleep because he was fine.If we don't deal with it in time now, I'm afraid Rong Huai will wake up tomorrow morning and see his hands like this, and he will have to blame himself there again.

The spirit blade fell straight down, the sharp point of the knife reached the joints, and then picked it back, cut it, and forcibly gouged out the carrion.

The demonic energy was too strong, and the carrion reached the joints.As the spirit blade falls together, one can even see the faint whiteness in the blurred flesh and blood.Chongjin's eyebrows didn't move at all, but fortunately, Lingzhi healed extremely quickly, and when the rotten flesh was cleaned up, it took only a few breaths for all the new flesh to grow.

Resting his finger bones, Chong Jin wiped off the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.Put away the spirit blade and clean up the possible smell of blood in the room.

After everything was dealt with, Chong Jin returned to the bed and raised the bed curtain.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to his forehead. When he touched it, Chongjin's expression froze. Not only did it not show any signs of fading, but it became hotter again.

what happened? !

It can be said that I had been sitting in Wanluochang for two days, and my body was hurt, so I got a bit of a cold.Moreover, after the fever, although it has not subsided, there is no tendency to become heavier.

I clearly didn't do anything today, so how could I be sick again for nothing?Could it be because Lin Qidao ruined the glove?

The uneasiness in his heart did not subside even though Lin Qidao appeared, on the contrary, it became more and more serious. Chongjin thought of the fact that Rong Huai's body burst into pieces after bloodstains were split one after another because of invoking too much aura.

Now Rong Huai's situation is not the same as when he was injured that day, but the situation is inexplicably similar.

Yongle City was injured and comatose for nearly two years. It was the first scar that split open. The glove that was destroyed today was the second scar. The situation has become out of control.As for the sword, it's not difficult to guess, I'm afraid it's the last warning scar, once it is taken out, something is bound to collapse like Rong Huai's body back then.

Can not take.

Absolutely can not take!This is the vigilance engraved in the depths of the soul, if you take it, something irreparable will happen.

Sitting back on the bed, her purple eyes sank slightly, she brushed her closed brows and eyes with her fingertips, and wiped off the sweat on her forehead.

He had seen Rong Huai's dream, it was a river that was as warm and calm as Rong Huai's temperament.It stands to reason that Rong Huai's dream should be quiet and soothing, but now I don't know if it's because of his physical discomfort, the person who has fallen asleep has never loosened his brows from beginning to end, and even his temples are soaked in cold sweat.

This is a thick and dark sea of ​​blood, with countless broken limbs floating in it.Thousands of dead bones and unjust souls stretched out from the blood, tightly grasping Rong Huai in the sea of ​​blood.

The scattered eyes swayed to Rong Huai's side, looking at him with resentment and pain.Surrounded by the sounds of ghosts demanding their lives, they came from all directions, tearing apart Rong Huai's soul several times.

"I'm in so much pain."

"My fingers were crushed."

"Why did you kill my child? He was just born."

"I'm still cooking for my husband. He's been out all day. He's cold and hungry. I want to give him a bowl of hot food, but my head falls into the pot."

……

Resentment, unwillingness, and hatred are like the most poisonous rotten water, tearing the tendons and bones frantically, and spreading to the whole body.The jade sword trembled endlessly, and the thread of spiritual energy wrapped around it increased several times in an instant, but unfortunately it was of no avail.

The drowsy person forcibly suppressed the pain of being devoured by the demonic energy, the river water that used to be comfortable disappeared completely, and all eyes were dazzling scarlet.

This was the first time Rong Huai saw this kind of scene, and he knew very well that this place was in his body, and it was also the source of the devilish energy in his hands.

In the endless sea of ​​blood, in the consciousness of all the innocent souls wanting to tear him apart.Rong Huai's voice was still clear and clean. He accurately found the wronged soul who was looking for his limbs at first, and kept crying that he was in pain. He said softly, "Where does it hurt? You can tell me."

"What's the use of telling you?!" The wailing sound was sharp and piercing in an instant, and the empty eyes suddenly rushed to the front, and the black paint was full of blood: "It's you, it's you who killed me! Cut off my limbs, I hurt so much , I have not yet married a wife and had children, and I have not had time to honor my parents. I am in so much pain."

As soon as these words came out, the sea of ​​blood churned, the wind howled, and the wailing of ghosts pierced the soul.

A pair of warm hands covered the mutilated eyes in the midst of madness: "Even though the pain is unbearable, I still miss the elders in the family. They must be extremely gentle people."

"Wen Shan..." The bloody lips trembled, and this time two lines of clear tears flowed from under the palm of his hand, his voice trembled with heart-piercing regret: "They are the best parents in the world, but I am the most unfilial My children, I have done a lot of wrong things, I have done a lot. I haven't had time to repay, I miss them so much."

"Being the son of man, the fate is deep and hard to break. You died unjustly, but the fate of people dying is not broken. If you reincarnate in reincarnation, maybe you can meet them again."

The cultivator's body died and his dao disappeared, and his soul has long since entered the cycle of reincarnation.So these are all the unjust souls of ordinary people, the souls of thousands of souls who are as low as dust in the eyes of monks.

"But it's been more than 500 years!" The cries for life turned into crying, as helpless and desperate as a cub that lost its mother.

"We will meet each other. Life after life, reincarnation is endless. If this life is too late, the next life will come."

"We will meet."

"We will meet."

"We will meet..."

In the midst of murmurs, the incomplete soul gradually faded, turning into an insignificant light and disappearing above the sea of ​​blood.

But just one, in this endless sea of ​​blood, not even dust.Countless souls full of hostility and resentment are still howling and crying, lost and unable to find a place to return.

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