After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Su Wan stood by the desk with his hands behind his back, looking down at the people on the ground from a high position. His face was as white as paper, his brows were unfurled, his long and dense eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost, his body trembled, curled up into a ball, and he was angry gossamer.

"Brother?"

He tried to call him, but seeing that the person didn't respond, he used his spiritual sense to probe into his body to check. It was cold inside, and the cold air was born from the Nascent Soul in the dantian, and mixed with the chaotic true energy, which did not let him go. It was a blessing that he exploded and died.

As the saying goes, when the moon is full, it will lose, when the water is full, it will overflow, and when things are extreme, they will reverse.

The extreme cold disease naturally needs to be resolved with the extreme sun fire. He picked up the Fengming Lihuo Pill that fell on the ground. It takes ninety-nine and 81 days, and the probability of practicing it is extremely low. It is not bad if one pill furnace can produce one or two.

Such rare and hard-to-refined elixir has no effect on the cold poison in his body. It seems that the cold poison has not followed him for a day or two, and it may be very difficult to get rid of it.

Otherwise it is...

Su Wan narrowed his eyes while thinking, his expression became cold and terrified, he seemed to know the reason why this man had to save him: he must get his heart fire!

As the name suggests, Yanghuo in the heart is the fire of life hanging in the spiritual mansion, which is equivalent to the source of living water for all living beings. When the fire is extinguished, the body looks like a withered tree, and the vitality fades away.

After the ascetics form the golden elixir, they will all get the yang fire in the heart. Due to the different attributes of the spiritual root, the qi channels absorbed by the yang fire in the heart are also very different.

For example, the original owner is the spiritual root of heaven fire, with a natural fire energy channel, the yang fire in the heart of the body is naturally much more blazing than Fengming Lihuo Dan. If the pulse is nourished, it will gradually disappear.

Although the cold poison in Xu Qingyi's body persisted for too long, it could not be cleared in a short while, but when it happened, it could be suppressed with Yang fire, and it could be cleared over time.

He smiled meaningfully, with a sense of ignorance and coldness in his smile. It turns out that Xu Qingyi is very powerful, but he is also a sick child suffering from cold poison.

Su Wan crushed the Fengming Lihuo Pill in his hand with his fingertips, and was about to move, but the hem of his clothes was suddenly grabbed.

His chin was slightly retracted, and his lukewarm eyes leapt over the well-defined, blood-soaked back of his hand like a dragonfly.

The owner of the hand trembled all over, but the slender knuckles tightened his clothes, as if catching a spark in the snow.

"woke up?"

Su Wan smiled lightly.

The man's eyelashes moved slightly, unknowingly shaking off a few frost flowers on the edge of the tail eyelashes, the dark gray eyes were covered by the eyelashes, only a dim light was revealed at the closed place, he was dying, and he breathed out half a breath from his body with difficulty. There was a wisp of cold air, and the blood-stained lips fluttered, and he didn't know what to say.

Su Wan Fuyi half-kneeled on one knee and probed his ears, and the almost inaudible voice slowly hit his ears.

"Cold," he said.

The hoarse voice of the young man in the dream suddenly overlapped with this scene, and his heart skipped a beat: Is that "little water ghost" Xu Qingyi when he was young?

He squeezed his chin tightly, unceremoniously lifted up this face for a closer look, the same pair of beautiful and lifeless eyes, with bleakness and coldness hidden between the brows, but the facial features are more open than when he was a teenager, he I didn't see it before.

How could the young Xu Qingyi appear in his dream?

It was useless for him to look through the memory of the original owner. After letting go of Xu Qingyi, he glanced coldly at the blood stains on his palms, and saw the hand that was holding onto his clothes tightly. Feeling displeased, he pushed it away.

When their knuckles touched, Su Wan could clearly feel that this man was absorbing the flames in his body.

He hesitated for half a second, the man's jade-white knuckles were already intertwined with his, the cold fingertips ran across the soft and warm palm, and passed through the gaps between the knuckles of the fingers, interlocking tightly.

Xu Qingyi is now an unconscious beauty, doing things only by instinct.

Su Wan's eyes turned gloomy, and he had an idea in his mind. He raised his lips viciously, and withdrew his hand violently, smiling at the slender hand that was stunned in place.

This person's eyes were a piece of dark gray, dead silent, he would just quietly wait for the remaining warmth in his palm to dissipate.

What a fool.

He covered the back of his hand with his palm, took his hand, pressed it on the silver ring on his wrist, and said with a low smile: "Senior brother, since you want me to save you, please untie the shackles for me." Seal, how about it?"

Naturally, this person would not answer, and he didn't want him to respond, so he held his five fingers together and pressed lightly on the silver ring, and the thin ring broke immediately and turned into useless rotten iron.

Without the restraint of the shackles, the qi channels are full and confluent, making him clear and comfortable.

The young man bent down, put his lips close to his ear, and whispered softly as if coaxing a child: "Brother, today I will save your life, and in the future, you will be the sharpest one in my hand." a knife."

Anyway, this person's lifeline is in his own hands, and it will be much more convenient to control him in the future.

He grabbed his hand and pressed it to his heart, and the warm white light filled the entire courtyard in an instant, just like a dead tree springs up, everything revives, the light blooms for a moment, then suddenly gathers, wrapping around the two of them tenderly and tenderly.

That night, the crabapple planted in the courtyard suddenly bloomed full of flowers, pink and white on the branches, looking up at the unreachable moonlight.

In the season of wooing, the sky dawns early.

The disciples of Fusheng Hall combed neatly, and went to the sleeping hall to say good morning to the master with a radiant face.

Changshu walked in the front, with a bell hanging around her waist. She walked briskly, and the bell rang all the way until she entered the courtyard. !"

The few disciples who were left behind hurried over and saw the crabapple tree in the courtyard at a glance. The green leaves against the pink and white petals were swaying in the wind, shining brightly.

"How could it bloom? Am I dreaming?" Chang Shu rubbed her eyes and pinched the arm of her senior brother beside her.

"Ah!" The brother cried out in pain, and looked at her helplessly, "It's not a dream, Master has planted this crabapple for many years, and I have never seen it bloom. I thought it was sick, but Except that it doesn’t bloom, it grows well every year, and it’s strange today.”

"Go and tell Master!" Chang Shu smiled happily, like a silver-chinned tit, flapping her wings and rushing towards the bedroom.

The sound of bells "jingle ding dong dong" echoed along the corridor. At the end of the corridor, the pear-blossom wooden door was closed tightly. The girl couldn't help but slow down when she suddenly saw someone jumping out of the bedroom window.

The young man's hair is loosely tied with a cloth belt, and his white shirt is clean and flawless. When he looks back, the madness in his brows is exposed. Coupled with his wanton and free and easy demeanor, it always reminds people of the literati's style of splashing ink.

Naturally, he spotted her, grinned with an inscrutable smile, then stretched out his slender index finger to his lips, and made a booing gesture towards her.

Changshu nodded thoughtfully, seeing the man disappearing in the shadow of the begonia flowers, she felt a little uneasy: Why did the fifth uncle come out of the master's bedroom?Or came out of the window?

Her Fifth Martial Uncle and Shizun were once deadly rivals known to all sects, even if they are different now, it is impossible for them to live together in the same room!

The more Changshu thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, she stepped forward and said loudly, "Disciple Changshu sends greetings to Master!"

After waiting for a long time, there was only a moment of silence. She clenched the bell around her waist, thinking about mustering up the courage to push the door in. The cool voice came to her ears: "Get back."

Listening to the sound, she realized that her master was safe, and the tight heartstrings were loosened. She regained her lively appearance like a bird, and said to him: "Master, this disciple brings you good news. The dumb crabapple that I planted in the courtyard with my own hands suddenly bloomed today for no reason, it is so beautiful."

"Ah."

The man didn't seem to be surprised or pleasantly surprised, he responded lightly, and fell silent again.

With a sound of "铛", the long and heavy chime of the bell echoed in the mountains, and hundreds of light and shadow imperial objects hurried to Tangting Peak.

This is the ringing of Tangting Peak's bell for passing events. There is a saying in the gate rules: the ringing of the bell for passing on events, one strike order, two strikes for discussion, three strikes for danger, four strikes for retreat, and five strikes for sacrifice, which are assembly, discussion, and crisis , back away, worship the spirit.

The bell rang once, and it was to let everyone from the sect quickly gather at Tangting Peak.

The Linghua window of Fusheng Hall's bedroom is wide open, facing the lush crabapple in the yard, and several flower bones hanging among the green branches are swaying in the wind like lanterns.

Xu Qingyi changed his blood-stained clothes, and stared blankly at the crabapple trees full of trees for a while.

The lingering wisps of fiery energy around him imply that not long after the man left, his eyes fell unconsciously on the palm of his hand, and the palm lines seemed to be glowing, flowing slowly with the veins.

"Clang...clang..."

Two more vigorous bell tones sounded, counting the last one, it had been struck three times by the bell keeper.

Xu Qingyi closed his eyes and concentrated, summoned the Frost Hidden Sword in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the silver sword floated in the sky, and several fine cloud patterns on the body of the sword glowed with streamer light, exquisite and translucent, exquisite workmanship.

When Yu Jian was going to Tangting Peak, he subconsciously cast a glance at the Nuan Pavilion. There was no one in the pavilion, neatly arranged, not even a speck of dust.

He turned his eyes, his clothes fluttered, and disappeared into the shadow of the mountain.

Hundreds of lights and shadows flitted across the sky, it was hard to see this strange scene like a shooting star, the disciples looked solemn, everyone knew that the three ringing of the bell was a sign of danger for the sect, most of them did not dare to take it lightly.

"I don't know what happened this time?" Someone asked worriedly.

"Don't tell me that Daoist Zhexuan has lost his temper again?"

"Sigh, I really don't understand why the sect leader wanted to save him at that time. He is so bad, he deserves to die!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't worry, there is the master, and everything will be fine."

The three disciples walked together, rushing for most of the way, when they bumped into the figure in green clothes and long gown in front of them, they couldn't help stopping their swords.

"That, that's... Daoist Zhexuan!"

"It's over, it's not good to bump into anyone, but it's sad to bump into this ghost!"

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-1523:41:15-2022-03-1623:23:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Yan Yan Meow Meow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!